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Bogota, Presidential Palace.

Ding Ze walked straight into the building with a cigarette in his mouth and a headset on.

The Samaritan, who had already chosen his favorite voice, used a very charming female voice. He explained the situation very diligently and promptly in Ding Ze's ear, telling him what everyone in the building was doing.

It is worth mentioning that not everyone chose to compromise when faced with threats.

After a brief moment of hesitation, some people in the building chose to stick to their duties and wanted to protect the president... This is not surprising.

There are always some passionate men in this world who value honor more than their own lives and the lives of their families.

pity……

The persistence of these people is not worth mentioning at all in front of Ding Ze and his team.

The Samaritans grasped the movements of these people with great accuracy, so the moment these people appeared, a series of anesthetic needles were fired out and hit the target accurately.

Duang~Duang~Duang~~
Muffled sounds of people falling to the ground were heard.

Ding Ze didn't even stop.

About ten minutes later.

Ding Ze arrived at the door of the president's bedroom.

The bedroom door was locked. Based on the president's cell phone in the bedroom, the Samaritan quickly figured out that the president was hiding in a corner with a gun, intending to ambush Ding Ze and his group.

When Ding Ze heard this, he couldn't help but smile and thought that the President of Colombia was quite interesting.

Smiling, Ding Ze casually waved his hand, signaling the employee to open the door.

Bang~~
It was just a door, and a few strong and tall employees easily broke it open.

In a blink of an eye.

Thanks to the Samaritan's reminder, several employees rushed into the bedroom and immediately, quickly and professionally injected the president with an anesthetic needle.

After all, the president was not a professional soldier, and his reaction was relatively slow. He didn't even have a chance to shoot. He was subdued and closed his eyes.

"Let's go," the operation was successfully completed. Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke, turned around and left with Janet.

A few minutes later.

Ding Ze and his group, carrying the Colombian President, drove out of the Presidential Palace at a leisurely pace, merged into the evening traffic, and headed towards the location of the plane.

Inside the presidential palace, the security personnel who were threatened by the Samaritans received new orders, which was to act as if nothing had happened and that the president was still resting in the bedroom, and to stay at their posts and work hard.

Of course, after the threat, the reward should be given.

The Samaritans gave all the security guards a very generous red envelope.

Seeing the text messages about the bank account changes, these security personnel were more or less happy. They felt better and less aggrieved about the threats they had received not long ago. At the same time, they couldn't help but think that the crazy murderer Ding Ze was so damn scary and his methods were simply miraculous.

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In the other six mansions in Bogota, which should have been heavily guarded and which most ordinary people could never enter in their lifetime, the situation was similar to that in the presidential palace.

There were only two places where some minor accidents occurred, but they were not serious problems.

The employees brought by Ding Ze are all those who have followed Ding Ze to Mexico, Brazil, Iraq, Miami and other places, experienced various wars of varying sizes, and are all still alive and have not gone to hell.

For these guys, it's easy to solve such a small accident.

Time flies.

The mission was successfully completed. One after another, off-road vehicles drove out from six luxury homes across Bogota and headed towards the location of the plane.

It didn't take long before the private plane took off.

Pablo also got on the plane with a few of his men. It was not because Pablo was worried about Ding Ze's work, but because he wanted to take a look at what Ding Ze was doing in America.

Colombia is not far from America... As for the possibility that the plane will be detected by radar... Now, with the Samaritans, this possibility no longer exists.

The Samaritans could easily make the plane disappear from the air traffic control system. The plane was flying at full speed.

In just an hour and a half, we arrived at a small airport outside the mountains.

Several helicopters from Dongfeng Security were already waiting.

Thus, in less than ten minutes, helicopters took off one after another and flew into the mountains and forests.

When they reached above the Tree of Life, they dropped the rope, and everyone descended to the ground one after another like dumplings.

Everything went on in an orderly and smooth manner.

Not long after.

It is time again for the Tree of Life to demonstrate its magical power.

One, two, three...

Seven big men, including the President of Colombia, disappeared from this world without any problems and were replaced by Pablo's seven men.

The plan of replacing the prince with a cat was completed extremely smoothly.

Under the Tree of Life, Pablo looked at his seven men who had been completely transformed, took a long puff of his cigarette, and couldn't help but say to Ding Ze, "No matter how many times I see this, it's so magical that it's hard to describe."

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head. "In fact, this is nothing. The magic level of the underground world is even higher. You are welcome to come and have a look when you are free."

"Okay!" Pablo was indeed very curious. He exhaled a long puff of smoke and replied without hesitation.

"That's all for today. If you have any more questions, just call me," Ding Ze said.

Pablo is a very confident man, even overconfident.

In short, the operation has come to this point, and most of the things have been settled. Pablo is confident that he will become the president of Colombia in the near future, and he does not think there will be any problems. "Absolutely no problem! Then I will go back first and we will talk another day."

"Well, have a safe trip." The next thing to do was to send these seven people back to their original places. It was just a small matter and did not require him to do anything. Therefore, Ding Ze would not follow them to Colombia.

time is limited.

Pablo didn't say much.

About half an hour later, Pablo and his men boarded Ding Ze's private plane and returned to Bogota.

Bogota.

It was just a matter of sending the person back. It was not difficult for Pablo to do that.

Around four in the middle of the night.

Seven big men, each taking their positions.

This long night came to a perfect end.

As dawn breaks.

Pablo stood on the rooftop of the hotel, holding a cigarette in his mouth, overlooking the city. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and laughed in high spirits.

I have fantasized about it for so many years and looked forward to it for so many years.

Now, the dream is within reach.

This feeling is actually better than actually realizing your dream... Anyone who has experienced it knows it.

"Colombia!"

"I will make you great!!!"

Pablo exhaled a long puff of smoke, smiled and said so confidently. (End of this chapter)