Brazilian River Airlines flight with the golden sun logo is chasing the growing night landing at Bogota Airport
Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, an Armani casual shirt, and a shiny black suitcase in his hand, Li Zaian walked out of the cabin. When he was about to get off the ladder, a tall and beautiful stewardess caught up from behind, stuffed him a note, and said softly: We won't have to take off the air for the next week.
There is a phone number on the note, and its intention is self-evident.
Li Zai'an himself is handsome, has strong muscles, and is dressed in expensive brands and a mouth full of authentic and humorous American English, which naturally attracts people's favor. At least this trip from Sao Paulo to Bogota inspired the flight attendant's heart.
Li Zaian turned his arm, grabbed the stewardess' wrist, leaned over, and chuckled softly in her ear: Would you like to do a three-day trip with me to Pasto?
The flight attendant bent his fingers, scratched his back twice, and laughed and said: The phone number is left for you, you can try to invite me.
Li Zaian looked at the notes in his hand and smiled: OK, then wait for my phone number
After saying that, he waved his hand, turned around and walked down the ladder, and LeClose, who was parked four or five meters behind him, then he accelerated his pace and chased after him.
The weather in Bogota today is not very good. The night wind blowing from the south brings a little coolness. After coming out of the airport hall, Li Zaian was shocked by a cool breeze. He subconsciously pulled his clothes and found that there was only one shirt on his body.
As the capital of Colombia, the traffic order in Bogota can only be described as terrible these days. As soon as you walk out of the airport hall, a large group of taxi drivers rushed up to compete for customers.
Li Zai'an entered Colombia by smuggling, but it was the first time he came to Bogota. He was not mentally prepared for this situation. Just when more than a dozen taxi drivers surrounded him and before LeClose could come forward to stop him, someone snatched the suitcase from his hand from the crack.
Hey?! Li Zai'an grabbed a hand and only touched a corner of the smooth box, but failed to catch it. When he looked through the crowd, he only saw the back of a man wearing a plaid T-shirt.
Be careful, sir! LeClose just came up and pushed away the several taxi drivers crowded around him, spread his arms to protect Li Zaian behind him
Almost at the same time, two burly men wearing sunglasses came over from the left and right sides, waved the stick in their hands, and swung the taxi drivers around them.
Ah, ah two screams, two unlucky ghosts were hit on the head by the waving stick, and fell to the ground with a wail. The rest of the people were just stunned, and they scattered in an instant, and fled far away
This incident happened so suddenly. LeClose instinctively pulled Li Zaian to dodge a few steps, and at the same time he took a defensive posture.
However, the two big men holding sticks obviously had no hostility towards them, so they drove away a group of drivers who were robbing business. The two men stood aside with sticks, and even the two drivers who fell to the ground were wailing.
Mr. Paul? A thin young man walked out from behind the two big men. He looked like he should have Indian blood. He stepped over from a driver who fell to the ground and wailed, stood in front of Li Zaian, and smiled while reaching out, "I'm Jiatan, Mr. Maixi asked me to pick you up."
Li Zaian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Mai Xi is Maruranda's pseudonym, and this Jiatan is probably not the real name.
Mr. Paul's salute was stolen. When LeClose saw Li Zai'an nodding, he added while taking the opportunity to
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a young man on a skateboard rushing over and sending back the suitcase that Li Zaian had just lost.
Mr. Maixi's friend would not lose anything in Bogota. He took the box and handed it over to Li Zaian. Jiatan smiled and said, "Sir, see if you are missing."
Li Zaian smiled and did not check whether the box was opened. He just said lightly: Let's go, it's not convenient to talk here.
Messi's friend will not lose anything in Bogota. This is a manifestation of demonstration. In fact, Li Zaan dares to say the same thing in Sao Paulo, because it is indeed his place.
As for Bogota, he does not think it is Maruranda's territory. The scene that happened today may be a planned scene.
Jiatan got three Citroen cars. When he got on the bus, Li Zaian realized that the note given by the flight attendant was still in his hand. When he recalled the words of the flight attendant, he smiled silently and threw the note out of the window.
A small convoy of three Citroen drove from south to north on the crowded streets under the night. Not only did they not go to the city, but they were getting further and further away from the city.
Since the car started, Jiatan seemed to have become a mute. He sat in the driver's seat without saying a word, but just looked back from time to time.
The car drove for about half an hour, and the uneven road reached the end. Then the car turned and drove westward to a fork, which started another bumpy journey.
Li Zaian didn't care where he was going. Although he didn't believe how powerful Maruranda's power in Bogota was, he believed that he must have a contact point here.
The corruption problem of the Colombian government is not much better than that of its peers in Brazil, and it is even more than that of its peers.
Moreover, Colombia's drug control power is super weak
There are more than 200,000 drug practitioners in Colombia and tens of thousands of armed drug dealers engaged in the drug trade.
However, the Bogota government has only established a special anti-drug force of 6,000 people, and has only equipped this anti-drug force with more than 20 transport vehicles, and 4,500 guns with inconsistent models and old-fashioned backward styles.
The six thousand troops were only given 4,500 guns!
This means that one in four drug enforcement officers need to pay for guns out of their own pocket
According to the news I got in Parka last time, the most elite part of this army is cooperating with the Americans to take action, with a population of about one thousand, and the remaining troops are distributed throughout the country.
In this way, Bogota, as the capital, has become the place with the most lax management
The car bumped for nearly an hour on the rugged trail and finally entered a village distributed among the sparse jungle, and finally stopped in front of a two-story villa building.
Mr. Paul, we are going to stay here for one night tonight and set off again tomorrow morning. At the moment when the car stopped, Jia Tan said, Sorry, the conditions here are a bit simple, I hope you won't mind
It doesn't matter, Li Zaian simply responded, pushed open the car door and walked out of the car
Outside the car, LeClose, who got off the car first, was already standing by the car door. When Li Zaian stood still, he gently pushed Li Zaian's back with his elbow, and then raised his chin to the side of the road a few steps away.
Looking in the direction he reminded him, Li Zaian suddenly found that from the beginning of entering the village to the end of the village, there were at least hundreds of mats made of palm leaves placed on the dirt roadside that ran through the small village. With the light projected from the small building, you could see that the mats were covered with thick layers of wheat ears.
Ears of wheat?
That's right, it's the ears of wheat
Li Zaian walked over curiously, thinking of bent down and taking a closer look, but was stopped by LeClose
Be careful, sir! LeClose grabbed Li Zaian's arm and said, stretching his feet to kick the wheat grains
The top layer of withered yellow and black wheat ears was kicked away, and the lower layer was exposed in an instant - this is the wheat ear, but it is the wheat ears with ergot disease.
Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, an Armani casual shirt, and a shiny black suitcase in his hand, Li Zaian walked out of the cabin. When he was about to get off the ladder, a tall and beautiful stewardess caught up from behind, stuffed him a note, and said softly: We won't have to take off the air for the next week.
There is a phone number on the note, and its intention is self-evident.
Li Zai'an himself is handsome, has strong muscles, and is dressed in expensive brands and a mouth full of authentic and humorous American English, which naturally attracts people's favor. At least this trip from Sao Paulo to Bogota inspired the flight attendant's heart.
Li Zaian turned his arm, grabbed the stewardess' wrist, leaned over, and chuckled softly in her ear: Would you like to do a three-day trip with me to Pasto?
The flight attendant bent his fingers, scratched his back twice, and laughed and said: The phone number is left for you, you can try to invite me.
Li Zaian looked at the notes in his hand and smiled: OK, then wait for my phone number
After saying that, he waved his hand, turned around and walked down the ladder, and LeClose, who was parked four or five meters behind him, then he accelerated his pace and chased after him.
The weather in Bogota today is not very good. The night wind blowing from the south brings a little coolness. After coming out of the airport hall, Li Zaian was shocked by a cool breeze. He subconsciously pulled his clothes and found that there was only one shirt on his body.
As the capital of Colombia, the traffic order in Bogota can only be described as terrible these days. As soon as you walk out of the airport hall, a large group of taxi drivers rushed up to compete for customers.
Li Zai'an entered Colombia by smuggling, but it was the first time he came to Bogota. He was not mentally prepared for this situation. Just when more than a dozen taxi drivers surrounded him and before LeClose could come forward to stop him, someone snatched the suitcase from his hand from the crack.
Hey?! Li Zai'an grabbed a hand and only touched a corner of the smooth box, but failed to catch it. When he looked through the crowd, he only saw the back of a man wearing a plaid T-shirt.
Be careful, sir! LeClose just came up and pushed away the several taxi drivers crowded around him, spread his arms to protect Li Zaian behind him
Almost at the same time, two burly men wearing sunglasses came over from the left and right sides, waved the stick in their hands, and swung the taxi drivers around them.
Ah, ah two screams, two unlucky ghosts were hit on the head by the waving stick, and fell to the ground with a wail. The rest of the people were just stunned, and they scattered in an instant, and fled far away
This incident happened so suddenly. LeClose instinctively pulled Li Zaian to dodge a few steps, and at the same time he took a defensive posture.
However, the two big men holding sticks obviously had no hostility towards them, so they drove away a group of drivers who were robbing business. The two men stood aside with sticks, and even the two drivers who fell to the ground were wailing.
Mr. Paul? A thin young man walked out from behind the two big men. He looked like he should have Indian blood. He stepped over from a driver who fell to the ground and wailed, stood in front of Li Zaian, and smiled while reaching out, "I'm Jiatan, Mr. Maixi asked me to pick you up."
Li Zaian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Mai Xi is Maruranda's pseudonym, and this Jiatan is probably not the real name.
Mr. Paul's salute was stolen. When LeClose saw Li Zai'an nodding, he added while taking the opportunity to
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a young man on a skateboard rushing over and sending back the suitcase that Li Zaian had just lost.
Mr. Maixi's friend would not lose anything in Bogota. He took the box and handed it over to Li Zaian. Jiatan smiled and said, "Sir, see if you are missing."
Li Zaian smiled and did not check whether the box was opened. He just said lightly: Let's go, it's not convenient to talk here.
Messi's friend will not lose anything in Bogota. This is a manifestation of demonstration. In fact, Li Zaan dares to say the same thing in Sao Paulo, because it is indeed his place.
As for Bogota, he does not think it is Maruranda's territory. The scene that happened today may be a planned scene.
Jiatan got three Citroen cars. When he got on the bus, Li Zaian realized that the note given by the flight attendant was still in his hand. When he recalled the words of the flight attendant, he smiled silently and threw the note out of the window.
A small convoy of three Citroen drove from south to north on the crowded streets under the night. Not only did they not go to the city, but they were getting further and further away from the city.
Since the car started, Jiatan seemed to have become a mute. He sat in the driver's seat without saying a word, but just looked back from time to time.
The car drove for about half an hour, and the uneven road reached the end. Then the car turned and drove westward to a fork, which started another bumpy journey.
Li Zaian didn't care where he was going. Although he didn't believe how powerful Maruranda's power in Bogota was, he believed that he must have a contact point here.
The corruption problem of the Colombian government is not much better than that of its peers in Brazil, and it is even more than that of its peers.
Moreover, Colombia's drug control power is super weak
There are more than 200,000 drug practitioners in Colombia and tens of thousands of armed drug dealers engaged in the drug trade.
However, the Bogota government has only established a special anti-drug force of 6,000 people, and has only equipped this anti-drug force with more than 20 transport vehicles, and 4,500 guns with inconsistent models and old-fashioned backward styles.
The six thousand troops were only given 4,500 guns!
This means that one in four drug enforcement officers need to pay for guns out of their own pocket
According to the news I got in Parka last time, the most elite part of this army is cooperating with the Americans to take action, with a population of about one thousand, and the remaining troops are distributed throughout the country.
In this way, Bogota, as the capital, has become the place with the most lax management
The car bumped for nearly an hour on the rugged trail and finally entered a village distributed among the sparse jungle, and finally stopped in front of a two-story villa building.
Mr. Paul, we are going to stay here for one night tonight and set off again tomorrow morning. At the moment when the car stopped, Jia Tan said, Sorry, the conditions here are a bit simple, I hope you won't mind
It doesn't matter, Li Zaian simply responded, pushed open the car door and walked out of the car
Outside the car, LeClose, who got off the car first, was already standing by the car door. When Li Zaian stood still, he gently pushed Li Zaian's back with his elbow, and then raised his chin to the side of the road a few steps away.
Looking in the direction he reminded him, Li Zaian suddenly found that from the beginning of entering the village to the end of the village, there were at least hundreds of mats made of palm leaves placed on the dirt roadside that ran through the small village. With the light projected from the small building, you could see that the mats were covered with thick layers of wheat ears.
Ears of wheat?
That's right, it's the ears of wheat
Li Zaian walked over curiously, thinking of bent down and taking a closer look, but was stopped by LeClose
Be careful, sir! LeClose grabbed Li Zaian's arm and said, stretching his feet to kick the wheat grains
The top layer of withered yellow and black wheat ears was kicked away, and the lower layer was exposed in an instant - this is the wheat ear, but it is the wheat ears with ergot disease.
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