Chapter 583

"Colombia doesn't need coca. The good Colombian people would rather starve than ask for the money full of crime in exchange for cocaine, because we..." President Vargas delivered a generous and passionate speech to the students here on the campus of Columbia National University. As a graduate of Columbia National University and a student of MIT in the United States, Vargas is definitely a successful person in the eyes of every student of Columbia National University. So almost everything president Vargas said here was unanimously agreed by the audience.

However, most of the students who can afford to go to Columbia National University come from the middle and upper classes of the affluent society, and their lives are better than 90% of the people in Colombia. The policies that Vargas advocated are nothing new except to intensify the crackdown on drug trafficking gangs. The biggest advantage of his new government is actually the support from the United States, Europe and other countries.

Chebyshev is standing in the crowd now. He is wearing a pair of black frame glasses and a casual suit. He looks no different from most people here. He slowly moves forward in the crowd and approaches the platform step by step. Behind him, on the top of the building on the west side of the lawn, Rubik was looking at Vargas with a sight glass.

Rubik watched in the sight for a long time and could not help frowning. From his point of view, Vargas's figure was hidden behind a huge stone pillar. Only when he took a small step forward could he barely see his head. It's very difficult to shoot the target from this position.

Rubik has always been unable to find a good shooting position, which makes him feel a little irritable. He had to force himself to be patient. He picked up the walkie talkie at hand and said to Chebyshev below, "Chebyshev, I can't aim at the target. You can do something to see if you can get closer to him."

Chebyshev had already scolded Rubik ten thousand times in his heart. Rubik asked him to assassinate Vargas, which is to send him to death. However, Chebyshev has been thinking about how to avoid this disaster since he knew his mission. He can neither really let Vargas die nor arouse Lubic's suspicion. For today's sake, Chebyshev has a complete solution.

"Ruby, I'm not good at shooting. I'm afraid I'll miss it. Well, I'll lead Vargas out. You can do it!" Chebyshev immediately took off his headphones, pushed the crowd away, stepped forward, pointed to Vargas and said in Spanish, "liar, American running dog! Liar

As he spoke, Chebyshev took off his two shoes and threw them at Vargas.

After all, Vargas was old, weak, slow, and Chebyshev was quick and accurate, so he was caught off guard and hit by Chebyshev's flying shoes. Vargas was so angry that he couldn't help picking up his shoes. But suddenly he calmed down again. He was considering whether it was the arrangement of political enemies. He even thought about whether to tell a joke and resolve the embarrassing situation. At this time, he saw that it was written in bright red paint on the sole of his shoe that someone wanted to kill you. Run!

Vargas was startled. At this moment, there was a gunshot. After all, Vargas's reaction was ahead of time. When he saw this message, he began to squat. The bullet hit the microphone on the platform just as Vargas fell to the ground.

After the gunfire, the audience fled, and President Vargas's bodyguards rushed to the podium, firmly protecting him. Chebyshev ran to his car barefoot like crazy, where there was a Medellin group's successor.

Rubik at this time can not determine whether Vargas has been killed, time has not allowed him to stay too much. He quickly dropped all his equipment and ran to the other side of the roof, where a rope could quickly land to the ground.

Chebyshev was frantically running towards a Toyota SUV parked on the side of the road when suddenly there was a gunshot behind him. And the Toyota car also rushed to him, the car window out of the muzzle, Medellin group people with rifles in their hands to drive Chebyshev behind the pursuit of the enemy.

Chebyshev took two strides, opened the door and got into the car. At last he was relieved.

On the other side, Rubik quickly slipped to the ground, then got into the car and quickly escaped from the scene.

The American secret service staff at the scene, after constantly checking Vargas's injury, realized that he was cut by the fragments of the microphone, finally breathed a sigh of relief. In order to ensure the safety of Vargas, he was carried to a bulletproof car not far away. The car was escorted by a group of bodyguards and left the scene by a police car. Naturally, the military and police in Colombia were responsible for the pursuit and search of the suspect.

Vargas covered his wound with a handkerchief. At this moment, he was still holding the shoes thrown by the attacker. He turned the soles of the shoes and said to the American secret service personnel responsible for his security: "you see, the attacker just now actually wanted to save me!"

The secret service took the leather shoes in Vargas's hand, and when he saw the red handwriting on them, he felt confused. He couldn't understand why the shoe throwing attacker was supposed to be the accomplice of the assassin. Is that guy our intelligence agent?

"Mr. President, please don't disclose this to the outside world. I'm afraid the other party may not have any malice towards us, even our companions. If the assassin knows about this, he will die!" The secret service told Vargas seriously.

"Don't worry, I know the importance of this matter. If you know his identity that day, thank him for me!" Vargas is still scared. When he stood on the platform to discuss how to punish those drug trafficking organizations, Vargas never thought he would be so dangerous. Vargas has lived abroad for more than ten years, and now Colombia is not the country he knows.

"Mr. President, it's too dangerous today. You should try to reduce the number of public appearances in the future." Secret service personnel take this opportunity to let Vargas understand the situation. This is not a noble community with good security in Europe and America. Almost half of the poor people in this country work for drug dealers.

Vargas looked at the scene outside the car window. On the hillside in the distance, it was a colorful scene. However, Vargas knew that it was not a tourist attraction, but a slum outside Bogota, and the main hiding place of Medellin group and guerrillas in the capital was on that hillside.