Chapter 1,302 1 Must Be Low-Key

Bogota is the capital of Colombia, a city where beauty and sin coexist.

Perhaps except for emeralds, all foreigners have the same impression of Colombia with only two things - drugs and guerrillas. In fact, in addition to these two things, Colombia also has robbers, thieves, vagrants, typical South American enthusiasm and resistance, and "lazy and slow culture".

Since before the start of the Cold War, the country's guerrillas have been fighting against the pro-American government and Americans. However, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the guerrillas, which lost external support, quickly deteriorated and now basically rely on hostages and drugs to survive. Not only were there fewer people, but they also completely moved from the city to the remote border mountainous areas.

Just a few words cannot explain how chaotic this country is. There is an American TV series that really exposes these phenomena. Its name is the same as the theme it wants to express, called "Narcos."

Bogota Capital International Airport.

A girl in a dress appeared in the old airport lobby.

While passing through the lobby, many travelers passing by looked at the girl with surprise and concern.

The reason why she is weird is not only because of her appearance that is too delicate for humans, but also because she is surprised that she dares to come to this city alone at this age. Especially since she didn't have any luggage on her hands, people couldn't help but wonder if she had gotten separated from her parents.

However, he was concerned and no one came forward to talk to him.

Even the policeman sitting at the airport gate just glanced at her and continued to lazily lean on his chair and take a nap.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

The streets outside the airport were brightly lit, but there were not many pedestrians in sight.

At this time, almost no one would choose to travel at night unless they have no choice.

Sure enough, not long after she left the airport, she was targeted.

Following the road signs on the satellite map, she walked a certain distance in the direction of the embassy. When she noticed someone was following her, Lilith simply turned into an alley.

When they saw such a beautiful girl appearing here, the homeless people huddled in the alley were stunned for a moment.

For a moment, they thought they saw an angel.

The next second,

Angels turned into green banknotes in their eyes.

Robbing tourists is a part-time job for almost all Colombian homeless people, especially near the airport.

Just when they hesitated for two seconds whether they were robbing, kidnapping, or doing something else, the faces that appeared at the entrance of the alley made their expressions change suddenly. I saw them, who looked fierce just a second ago, hurriedly getting up from the nest made of rolled up old newspapers and hurriedly left the alley.

In an instant, the entire alley was empty.

Not because I saw the police.

But because I saw someone scarier than the police.

"I didn't expect your face to be so easy to use." The man with slightly darker skin joked.

"Really? I think the name Torres is more useful." Another big guy with an ugly face grinned.

The man standing in the middle said nothing, but licked the girl's calf under her skirt with greedy eyes.

Abel Torres, a drug lord active in Central America, transports drugs worth tens or even hundreds of millions to the United States through gangs in Florida every year. He has always been regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the CIA and FBI.

However, because he has considerable power in Colombia and Panama, he not only colludes with the local judicial departments, but also controls a private armed force of about 500 people to protect drug plantations and drug laboratories. .

Ironically, the weapons used by his men were basically purchased from Americans. Especially the .20-caliber heavy machine gun and m-224 mortar that he kept in his villa. In a few years, an American intermediary named Roberts purchased them in his own name after negotiating a big deal. Given to him.

Apart from the U.S. dollar and American weapons, the only thing he likes is only one thing, and that is a twelve- or thirteen-year-old Caucasian girl. Venting his sexual and sadistic desires on a body as pure as white paper made him feel pleasure from the bottom of his heart, and this was one of the reasons why he was ranked among the top five wanted list of CIA in South America.

Crouching in front of Lilith, Torres grinned, revealing his yellow and black teeth, smiling like a vicious wolf.

"Little sister, are you lost?"

Lilith looked at the uncle in front of her expressionlessly and said nothing.

Abel Torres did not feel angry at Lilith's ignorance, but smiled patiently.

"Uncle, will you take you to find your mother?"

Lilith sighed, looked up at the sky, and muttered to herself.

"It's really troublesome."

After being ignored twice in a row, Abel Torres was beginning to feel a little bored. The two men behind him also began to shout impatiently.

"What is this kid talking about?"

"I don't know...Boss, I know this is your hobby, but we'd better not stay here for too long. You know, people from CIA are looking for us." He glanced behind him uneasily. The man with an ugly face The big guy said.

"That's true," Torres sighed, looked at Lilith, and said in a sincere tone, "I can only ask you to get some sleep."

Without warning, he thrust out the electric shock device in his hand.

This skillful movement is obviously not the first time.

Electricity crackled and flashed.

However, what shocked the three people was that the little girl standing in front of them only glanced coldly at the electric shock device stuck on her chest, and did not look like she had been stunned at all.

Suddenly jumping up from the ground, Torres took two steps back in surprise and looked at the electric shock device in his hand in disbelief.

"How, how is that possible?"

Looking at the men standing in front of her, Lilith couldn't see any unnecessary emotions on her expressionless poker face.

And that contemptuous look.

It's like looking down at the ants at your feet...

"Stand there and don't move!" A creepy feeling came to his forehead. The big man immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at Lilith and took two nervous steps back, "Boss, I feel like there's something weird about this guy!"

"Damn it, you don't need to tell me!" Torres threw away the electric shock device in his hand, pulled out the pistol hidden in his pocket, and roared at Lilith, "Who the hell are you? CIA? still……"

Suddenly, three guns were pointed at the girl standing in the middle of the alley.

Anyone with eyesight can see who is at a disadvantage.

However, the opposite is true.

"Well, go to hell."

Tired of the noisy three, Lilith waved her hand.

It was really just a literal wave.

Countless metal thorns exploded without warning. Torres, who was still yelling for half a second, was instantly stabbed into a hedgehog, and his feet even left the ground.

The two younger brothers standing behind him were stunned, their dull faces gradually turning into trembling and fear.

"Farke!"

Screaming in a voice completely inconsistent with his size, the big man rolled and crawled towards the alley behind him, and at the same time pulled the trigger in his hand. Another thin man simply ran away with his head buried, even omitting the action of shooting.

Bang bang bang three gunshots.

In a hurry, only one shot hit Lilith's forehead.

However, not only did the bullet not hurt her at all, but it made a crisp sound like it hit steel, then made a zigzag trajectory and jumped to the side.

If you look closely, you will find that Lilith's forehead was coated with a layer of bright silver by the solidified liquid metal at that moment.

However, in the eyes of those two men, they turned into invulnerable monsters.

"Devil! Devil!"

Screaming in Spanish, the big guy with a little bit of courage gave up resistance completely, dropped the weapon in his hand, and tried desperately to catch up with his companion who was already running to the entrance of the alley.

Looking at the two people running away, Lilith just moved her fingers slightly.

The silver thorns that penetrated Torres turned into countless tiny droplets.

The droplets, in a special position, were gradually stretched, stretched...

Eventually it turned into silver needles as thin as hair.

There was no warning.

The two people who ran to the entrance of the alley fell heavily to the ground.

Soon, dense drops of blood oozed from their bodies, and they were turned into bloody men in less than half a minute.

Looking at the three corpses in the alley, Lilith sighed expressionlessly.

"It's really troublesome."

For it, there is no difference between squeezing a person to death and squeezing a bug to death, especially when this person occupies less than 1kb of memory in her emotional center.

However, dealing with these corpses and blood stains is always a problem.

Thinking about Jiang Chen's instructions to her to "keep a low profile" before leaving, Lilith glanced at several trash cans in the alley and old newspapers on the ground.

I can only make do here...

Silently taking back the liquid metal on the ground, Lilith formed two big silver hands in front of her, stretching out towards Torres who was closest to her...