Crash!
The sky suddenly poured down rain, and in the mist, the end of the road was unseen.
Inside the bulletproof, specially modified Hummer stretch off-road vehicle, the Special Service driver dared not make a sound, his head too afraid to move, with only the wipers making a swish-swish sound.
Victor gazed out the window, while beside him, Casare, Defense Minister Kennedy, and Ministry of Internal Affairs Intelligence Bureau's George Smiley held their breaths, not daring to exhale too loudly.
"Who did it."
The hoarse voice came from Victor's throat, tinged with a bit of calm.
Casare's brow twitched wildly, bitterly, "Don't know."
Silence, the air went quiet again.
It was really too coincidental!
Actually, they had originally planned to "use means" to frame Medellin.
But minutes before the mission, Victor called Casare and directly asked him, "What's the difference between a political creature and a politician."
Casare couldn't answer.
