Chapter 129 Unsuccessful Assassination

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"Colombia doesn't need coca, and good Colombian people would rather starve to death than ask for the kind of evil money that cocaine trades for, because we..." President Vargas said on the campus of the National University of Colombia Students here give impassioned speeches. As a person who graduated from the National University of Colombia and has studied at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States, Vargas is definitely a successful person in the minds of every student of the National University of Colombia. Therefore, almost every word President Vargas said here received unanimous approval from the audience.

However, most of the students who can afford to go to the National University of Colombia are from the wealthy upper middle class of society, and their lives are better than 90% of the people in Colombia. The policies Vargas is advocating are nothing new except to step up the crackdown on drug cartels. The biggest advantage of the new government he formed actually comes from the support of the United States, Europe and other countries.

Chebyshev is standing in the crowd right now. He is wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and dressed in a casual suit. He looks no different from most people here. He is slowly moving forward among the crowd. , approaching the podium step by step. Behind him, on the roof of the building on the west side of the lawn, Rubik was watching Vargas with a scope.

Rubik frowned after watching the sight for a long time. From his perspective, Vargas' figure was hidden behind a huge stone pillar, and he could barely see it when he took a small step forward. to his head. Shooting the target from this position is not so difficult.

Rubik has been unable to find a good shooting position, which makes him feel a little irritated. He had to force himself to be patient. He picked up the walkie-talkie at hand and said to Chebyshev below: "Chebyshev, I can't aim at the target. Think of a way and see if you can get closer and kill him."

Chebyshev had internally scolded Rubik a thousand times by now. Rubik actually asked him to assassinate Vargas, which was literally asking him to die. But Chebyshev has been thinking about how to avoid this disaster since he knew his mission. He can neither really let Vargas die, nor can he arouse Rubik's suspicion. For the current plan, Chebyshev already has a perfect countermeasure.

"Rubick, my marksmanship is not good, I'm afraid I'll miss it, how about this, I'll lure Vargas out, you do it!" Chebyshev immediately took off his earphones after saying this, and he pushed The crowd stepped forward, pointed to Vargas and said in Spanish: "Liar, American lackey! Liar!"

Chebyshev took off his two shoes while talking, and then threw them fiercely at Vargas.

After all, Vargas was old, weak and unresponsive. In addition, Chebyshev's movements were fast and accurate. When he was caught off guard, he was hit by Chebyshev's flying shoes. Vargas was very angry,

He couldn't resist picking up the shoes. But suddenly he calmed down again. He was considering whether this was the arrangement of his political opponents. He even thought about telling a joke to resolve this embarrassing situation. At this moment, he saw the words written in bright red paint on the sole of the shoe. , someone wants to kill you, run!

Vargas was taken aback for a moment, and at this moment a gunshot rang out. After all, Vargas' reaction was ahead of schedule. He had already squatted down when he saw this message. The bullet hit the microphone on the podium just as Vargas fell to the ground.

After the gunfire, the audience scattered and fled, and President Vargas' guards rushed to the podium to protect him firmly. Barefoot, Chebyshev frantically ran towards his car, where there was a respondent from the Medellin Group.

At this time, Rubik was unable to determine whether Vargas had been killed, and time did not allow him to stay too much. He quickly dropped all the equipment and ran to the other side of the roof, where there was a rope that could quickly descend to the ground.

Chebyshev frantically ran towards a Toyota off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road, when suddenly there was a gunshot behind him. And the Toyota car also rushed towards him quickly, with the muzzle sticking out of the car window, and the members of the Medellin Group used the rifles in their hands to drive away the chasing enemies behind Chebyshev.

Chebyshev took two quick steps, opened the door and got into the car. Now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other side, Rubik quickly slipped to the ground, got into the car, and quickly fled the scene.

The U.S. secret service personnel at the scene kept checking Vargas' injuries and finally breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that he had been scalped by fragments of the microphone. To ensure his safety, Vargas was carried into a bulletproof sedan not far away. The car was escorted by a group of bodyguards and left the scene in a police car. Naturally, the Colombian military and police were responsible for chasing and searching for the suspect.

Vargas covered his wound with a handkerchief. At this moment, he was still holding the shoe thrown by the assailant. He turned the sole of the shoe upside down and said to the U.S. Secret Service agent in charge of his security: "Look, what happened just now The assailant was actually trying to save me!"

The secret service officer took the leather shoes from Vargas' hands and felt confused when he saw the red writing on them. He couldn't figure out why the attacker who threw the shoes just now should be the assassin's accomplice, and why he warned Vargas. Is that guy our intelligence officer?

"Mr. President, please don't disclose this matter to the outside world. I am afraid that the other party may not have any malice towards us, even our companions. If the assassin knows about this matter, he will die!" Si confessed seriously.

"Don't worry, I know the seriousness of this matter, if you know his identity that day, thank him for me!" Vargas still has lingering fears. When he was standing on the podium to discuss how to punish those drug trafficking organizations, Vargas never thought he would be in such danger. Vargas has lived abroad for more than ten years, and Colombia is no longer the country he knows.

"Mr. President, today is too dangerous. You should try to reduce the number of times you appear in public in the future." The secret service personnel took this opportunity to make Vargas realize the situation. This is not a noble European and American community with good law and order. Almost half of the country's poor work for drug dealers.

Vargas looked at the scene outside the car window. On the hillside in the distance, there was a colorful scene, but Vargas knew that it was not a tourist attraction, but a slum outside Bogotá, and the Medellin Group and the guerrillas The main hiding place in the capital is on that hillside. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.