1362 Twenty-Four Hours

Sanchez was sitting on the sofa in a very embarrassed state. He raised his sleeve to wipe his nosebleed, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. As soon as he lit it and took a puff, the person in front of him snatched it from his hand and threw it to the ground. on the ground.

The splashing sparks flashed across the sky for the most dazzling moment, and then dimmed.

He stared at the cigarette butt for a while, and then a fist pulled him back from some vague thoughts.

He hugged his face and fell into the sofa, but quickly sat up straight again.

Someone pulls his hair and it hurts if he doesn't sit upright.

"You lied, Sanchez, you told us it was August 15th, but it was actually the wrong time."

The liaison officer looked at Sanchez with a disappointed expression, "I thought we would become friends, but I didn't expect you to betray our friendship."

Sanchez couldn't help laughing. He looked at the federal people around him and touched the wound on his face. "You call this a 'friend'?"

The liaison officer didn't feel any embarrassment. He nodded and said, "It was you who betrayed our friendship first."

"Before this, we have met all your needs, cigarettes, grimace mushrooms, different and large numbers of women, as long as we can get it, we will provide it to you."

"But our sincerity only resulted in shameful and despicable deception. Sanchez, I'm very sad!"

The liaison officer glanced at the soldier beside him, who grabbed Sanchez's hand, placed it on the coffee table, and then put a foot on it.

Sanchez struggled, and the fist once again taught him how to be a human being.

His expression also changed a little, and he was not as indifferent as before. He even started to explain, "That's how it was when they told me. I just repeated what was said between Bergao and me on the phone."

"And you must have monitored it, or had a recording..."

The liaison officer looked at him. After he said a lot of words to explain his innocence, the liaison officer slowly said, "Look, you started to explain, which means you know what happened."

"You knew it, but you didn't remind us. This is betrayal, Sanchez..."

He glanced again at the soldier who stepped on Sanchez's wrist. The latter pulled out his pistol from the holster and shot Sanchez three times in the back of his hand.

There were intense gunshots, followed by Sanchez's tearing shouts!

His entire palm was smashed, and even if advanced medical methods were used to treat his wounds, his hand would still be useless!

Whether it can be grasped in the future is still a question.

The liaison officer looked at him without any mercy, "I just want you to understand that we have no intention of joking with you in this matter."

"This time it's your hands, next time it's your head!"

The Ministry of National Defense has received the news and is very angry. Blackstone Security is also very unhappy. All the pressure is piled on the liaison officer.

He didn't discover the problem in time, which almost caused irreparable consequences. It's definitely not a reward after he goes back this time. It would be nice if he could not be punished.

He could only transfer his anger to Sanchez, and he really needed to make this bastard understand the consequences of lying!

Half an hour later, the special operations team lurking in the capital of Marillo received a new notice that "birds are flying freely in the sky."

This means that they will have maximum freedom. As long as they can assassinate the target, they will be allowed to do anything later!

At this time, Bergao had not yet fallen asleep, and he was a little uncomfortable.

When people get old, they will always have problems of one kind or another. They are either uncomfortable here or there. These physical discomforts will not have a direct impact on their lives, but when they occur, they will also have some symptoms. Some fear.

After all, everyone is afraid of death, and since his son just left today, he feels unexplainable.

At one moment, he was worried about whether his son would be able to enter the Federation smoothly. At another moment, he was worried about whether the Federation people would sabotage their talks, or whether the Federation people would threaten him with the lives of his son and his family after success here. .

He thought a lot. When a person thinks about too many things, his sleepiness disappears quickly. He sat on a chair by the window with a glass of wine in front of him and took a sip from time to time.

The night outside the window is thick, and the sky without industrial pollution is like a transparent crystal, showing the beauty of the universe vividly.

The stars all over the sky were disappearing and appearing in the sky. At this moment, Bergao sincerely lamented and lamented for himself and for the insignificance of human beings!

He drank the last of the wine in one gulp, got up and lay back on the bed. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open for a while, as if saying "good night" to himself or someone else, and then slowly Slowly closed his eyes.

Early the next morning, around six o'clock, he woke up slowly.

As people get older, they don't sleep as long, but they need multiple breaks.

Normally Bergao would have a ninety-minute break in the afternoon, which was enough for him.

At this time, the lightness and darkness over the city have changed. As long as the first ray of sunlight breaks through the last darkness, light will come.

He stood on the balcony, moving his body slowly while thinking about the next things.

There is also a big warlord who has not arrived. He has already called. The people on the other side said that their general has been away for a while.

The radio station couldn't contact the warlord, and they didn't know what happened.

It's almost August. I don't know why, but I didn't expect that August is getting closer and closer, and Bergao becomes more and more uneasy.

He had a sense of urgency because the date he asked Sanchez to tell the federals was August 15th. In fact, they had reached a preliminary intention almost a month in advance.

Only the final negotiations remain.

A ray of golden sword pierced the eastern sky, and the bright sunshine looked down on the earth, and everything was bathed in the golden sunshine.

Bergao took a deep breath and made a decision.

Without waiting for the last big warlord, everyone's opinions are basically unified now. With him and without him, there is actually not much difference.

Today, we have to settle things, no later than the day after tomorrow!

He then turned around and headed to the restaurant, while asking the butler to tell everyone that if they had no other questions, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, they would announce to the outside world that Marillo had entered a period of unification, and that all warlords were under the control of the central government...

Before the breakfast was over, almost all the warlords knew the news.

To be honest, the president is so eager to announce these things to the outside world, which makes people feel a little... uncomfortable.

Not dissatisfied, just uncomfortable. Even though everyone knows these are fake, warlords are still warlords, and the central government still has no control over them.

But they are still a little uncomfortable. Sometimes the "nominal" thing may not be as beneficial as the actual benefits, but it can also affect people's mood.

Most warlords have no opinions on this. Small warlords are not qualified to put forward their own opinions. The big warlords have already reaped enough benefits, and they do not need to put forward any more opinions.

In other words, a new "era" is coming!

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Antenna came back from asking for information. As soon as he came back, he drank a few gulps of cold water.

"There is nothing outside the city, but martial law has begun at the Presidential Palace. The distance from the Presidential Palace to the Presidential Manor is full of local police and soldiers. The meeting place may be at the Presidential Palace, not outside the city."

The commander frowned. This was the situation he disliked the most. When it was time to implement the plan, he realized that the information in his hand was either wrong or false.

He thought for a moment and looked at the sniper, "Now we change to plan C, you are responsible for providing fire assistance..."

In the previous plan, the sniper would be the one to assassinate the president. After he assassinated the president from a distance, everyone left together. After all, the environment outside the city was open, but I didn't expect Sanchez's intelligence to be a complete deception.

This also means that the sniper is of little help in the assassination. It is impossible for his eyes to penetrate the layers of walls of the Presidential Palace and see the president. Even if he can, bullets cannot.

Fortunately, the federal people's value of "thinking more" came into play at this moment. In another set of plans, assuming that their target temporarily changed its position and the target could not be directly assassinated through long-range sniping, everyone's arrangements would be changed.

The sniper becomes fire support, and the breaker who was supposed to do the dirty work becomes the operator mainly responsible for assassinations, and the entire team will revolve around him.

The sniper nodded, indicating that he understood. Different weapons were used in different situations and targets.

In addition, everyone has been assigned work, and their first task now is to find a way to sneak into the presidential palace first.

If they couldn't get in, there was no way to kill the president other than to call in a bombing.

And that would be unrealistic, because it would reveal that it was the federal people who were planning this.

The team is divided into four parts, logistics, support, and two action groups. They will find ways to sneak in and find suitable locations to assassinate...

After the commander arranged everyone's tasks, the room became empty again in an instant.

It was already 9:13 in the morning.

This is about time to start working.

Because of its particularity, Marillo lacks light and heavy industries and underdeveloped handicrafts, making the pace of life here very slow.

Nine-thirty or even ten o'clock is the time for some companies to start work.

The Capital Sewage Treatment Company’s working hours are nine forty-five, and they chose a relatively “neither radical nor conservative” time to start their work.

The chief designer in charge of the city's sewage pipe network slowly came to the company with a cup of coffee. After chatting with the girl from the day before yesterday, he entered his office.

Generally speaking, if the city does not continue to expand, he will not have much work, but the salary that should be paid to him will not be less.

It was a very comfortable job, even more so if... he hadn't had a gun to his head as he closed the office door!