My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 773

When I returned to the living room on the second floor, I found that there was another person.

A man with short brown hair was standing in the corner of the living room, his eyes were dull, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

Unshaven, with a hint of gray.

"Alejandro Sandro." Matt saw Ethan going downstairs and introduced casually, and he continued to fiddle with the things in his hands.

"Hi, I'm Ethan."

After shaking hands with this man and picking up the beer that was put on the table just now, Ethan found a seat and sat down.

After taking a sip of beer, he looked at Sandro again.

This man gave him a very strange feeling, far from being as simple as he looked.

Noticing that someone was looking at him, Sandro also turned his head to look over.

Ethan raised his mouth and raised the beer bottle.

"All right."

Matt put on a pair of glasses and clapped his hands.

He stood with Phillips against a wall covered in densely packed photographs and blown-up maps.

The face of the judge appeared on it.

However, this should have been taken before, and there is only one side.

"That's our goal this time."

Matt pressed the laser pointer in his hand and turned around the photo of the judge: "After he disappeared for more than half a month, Sandro found out that the judge had restarted his activities."

Hearing what Matt said, everyone cast curious glances at Sandro leaning in the corner.

This kind of information cannot be obtained by ordinary people.

Sandro faced everyone's eyes without any reaction, just quietly looking at the wall.

"Suspected hiding place, there are two places."

Matt moved the laser pointer in his hand and pointed to the first photo next to him: "The first place, here is suspected to be the independent factory of the Blanco family, and he may be hiding here."

This is obviously a map taken by satellite, and the photo shows a dense jungle.

In fact, nothing can be seen at all, just a few man-made buildings that are faintly visible.

"The second place."

Matt pointed the red light to the other side: "The private estate of the Blanco family, the judge may also be hiding in it."

There are many more photos here.

In Nuo Da's manor, there are guards with guns everywhere, hounds can be seen everywhere, and the guards are heavily guarded.

"Due to some unknown reasons."

Matt looked at everyone, shrugged and said: "The Colombian authorities will not take action against the Blanco family, and we have not reported this action to the authorities."

"So, the rules are clear to everyone."

"Whatever happened, the CIA neither acknowledges nor denies it."

To put it bluntly, what they did this time was black hands.

Not only was there no help from the authorities, but he also had to be careful not to be followed by the local police.

Being caught and killed because of this incident can only be considered unlucky, and don't expect the Colombian authorities to send troops to support. As for other assistance, it can only depend on whether the relationship is strong enough and whether there are enough friends.

The expressions of Catherine, Allen, and Jonathan remained unchanged.

They have long been accustomed to this kind of task.

Before a certain level, working in the CIA, you can only obey the orders of your superiors, and you cannot and dare not have questions.

When they came over, Matt and Phillips had already made things clear.

Therefore, Ethan didn't ask any questions.

"The two hiding places above are just speculation." Matt took off his glasses and said in a deep voice: "The judge may be anywhere in Colombia now. We need to do something to turn this guess into fact."

"When the business hits a shock."

Matt spread his hands and said with a sneer: "Anyone will rush back to find a way to deal with it for the first time."

"Our first step is to clean up his men and destroy his business."

He looked at Sandro and beckoned: "Tell me about the target we are going to attack in the first step, and introduce the situation of the judge by the way."

"Ok."

Sandro stepped forward and took out a crumpled file bag from his arms:

"The judge was a person who appeared out of nowhere a few years ago. After he married the only daughter of the Blanco family, the two of them together made the Blanco family very powerful."

"The number of well-trained private guards is about 300."

"In the jungle factory, a steady stream of flour is produced."

"Through various means, it was shipped to the United States."

When introducing this information, his mouth was dry and emotionless, as if he was reading a press release.

"Crack."

Ethan, who was sitting in the back, lit his cigarette and raised his hand: "More than 300 people, how did you get the data, where are they distributed, and the specific number?"

Compared with the heyday of Du Xiao, he is indeed much weaker.

Before Pablo, he had a private army of tens of thousands of people, with all kinds of sophisticated equipment, countless.

But no matter how weak they are, there are more than 300 people after all.

I have done my best, and there are only seven people.

A pick of thirty is exciting just thinking about it.

The most important thing is that this is only a private guard, not including some shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Sandro first looked at Matt until the other party nodded, and then said to Ethan: "It's the information I got back from the search, there will be no less than 300 people, and they won't gather together."

"They are scattered in the Blanco family's private estate, the jungle factory, and some places in Medellin."

"rest assured."

Matt looked at Ethan, nodded and explained: "At that time, we will still have some actions to disperse their strength."

Ethan bit his cigarette and said nothing.

He is not Matt's subordinate, and he came here this time purely to help, so there are some things that Matt needs to explain clearly.

Seeing that there were no other questions, Sandro untied the string from the file bag.

"These people are important leaders of the Blanco family."

He distributed the information to everyone: "There are some places they have frequented recently, as well as the approximate time period. Solving these people is enough to paralyze half of the Blanco family."

"Faced with this kind of threat, no matter where the judge is, he must come back to deal with it."

Ethan took the documents, and there were pictures on them.

There are benevolent ones, and some vicious ones. The names, nicknames, and places where they may come and go are all clearly marked. I don't know how they got such detailed information.

Next, Matt started assigning tasks.

This kind of thing requires sudden action to kill all those people, so as to create the greatest panic for the Blanco family.

Phillips and him spent a few minutes quickly formulating a battle plan.

Or, a murder plan.

This time it was against Du Xiao, and Ethan didn't have any psychological pressure.

Neither Ethan nor Phillips could speak Spanish, so they couldn't be partners together. Under Matt's suggestion, Catherine formed a temporary partner with him.

"Phillips, Ethan."

After Matt assigned the task, he waved to the two and walked to the balcony.

When the two walked out of the balcony, he closed the glass door:

"There are some things, in order to avoid misunderstanding, I need to explain clearly to you two."

(End of this chapter)