Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 334



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Side Story 40: The Colombian Connection

There is a tense atmosphere in the air, as if someone were to raise a gun and start shooting at each other.

Kkuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Kkuuuk! Kkuuuk!

In a completely out of place gesture, a Colombian country chicken cries, and even the sound is eerie.

Looking closely, the thing the rooster ate looked like a dragon from Claire’s favorite American drama, Game of Thrones.

The moment my eyes met with that guy’s, a chill ran down my spine.

Earlier, during the initial reconnaissance, all the windows and doors of that damned dock building were closed, so Mr. Strauss’s Black Hornet couldn’t properly inspect the interior.

So, Decker had the tsundere old man from Maple Country, Luke, wait at the sniping point behind us, but as he had worried, this incident happened.

Are those guys coming out of that building with cheap MP5 submachine guns cartel guys?

However, the authors look very different from the cartel mercenaries in the archive photos we received from the CIA guys.

The cartel mercenaries we encountered from the forward base in Panama looked like elite regular Colombian soldiers wearing the latest digital camouflage uniforms and carrying AK74 rifles and AK74U submachine guns with Picatinny rail systems.

“Wait~! Wait~! Wait~!”

Decker whispers into the radio and watches the hip-hop warriors standing at our location, 50-60 meters away, at 2 o’clock.

If they point a gun at my old man, I’ll pull out my Glock 22 right now and blow their heads off.

I’m holding the AKS74U’s barrel shroud with my left hand, but my right hand is already on the thigh holster.

As the suffocating standoff continued, an unexpected scene suddenly occurred.

One by one, men with MP5 submachine guns enter the building on the dock side.

Then, the last man to enter, the one with the ponytail, raised his right hand with only his thumb and little finger towards us and went back inside the entrance.

What is this?

Only then does the CIA informant nicknamed ‘Goldilocks’, who greeted us in English, sigh in relief and approach us.

He takes a bottle of Coke out of the cooler and pops the cap off with the trigger guard of his Mini-14 rifle.

And then, taking a sip of it, he stands in front of Team Leader Decker and whispers.

“I’m sorry. We built the authors’ secret boat in that building over there, and everyone is on edge when we come to take over.”

I walked up to them and asked in Spanish:

“A secret boat, Signor?”

Then, Goldilocks takes another sip of her cola, burps, and rolls her eyes like a con artist, whispering:

“Oh, we build these semi-submersibles here that they use to transport cocaine across the Panama Sea. We take them downriver and load them onto their trailer trucks. Coincidentally, you came to visit us on the day they took over the semi-submersibles.”

“Are you from Medellin (Cartel)?”

Goldilocks answers my question by shoving the bottle of cola she was drinking at me.

Since he wouldn’t answer until I got the bottle, I reluctantly got it.

Then he explains in a smaller voice.

“If the Medellin mercenaries find them, they’ll shoot them before you do. They’re a small organization that distributes cocaine in Panama. They mix impurities with 100% pure cocaine and dump it in large quantities. They’re the ones who threaten to skin and kill them alive as soon as the Medellin gang finds them. So, they won’t harm you. Don’t worry, Signor.”

I thought the building on the dock was for boat storage, but it turns out they build semi-submersibles there.

I can’t even bring myself to take a sip of the Coca-Cola this gentleman gave me, even though my mouth is burning with thirst, because I wonder if it’s a counterfeit made somewhere in this jungle.

Come on, I want to go back to the civilized world where I can grab a cold Coke from the vending machine anytime, with Sergeant Miller by my side.

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As we enter the Aboriginal-style building, Goldilocks hands us water and a magazine containing extra 5.45mm rounds.

These were sent here in advance by CIA agents operating within Colombia, just in time for our arrival.

However, seeing that the tape on these boxes is all ripped off, it looks like these guys have gone a little crazy.

There is no problem with the ammunition, drinking water, and combat rations that are in front of us now, since we cannot take them all anyway.

Goldilocks and her crew kept an eye on us while Decker, Soto, and I gathered our supplies.

Then, Goldilocks puts the cigarette he was smoking into the cola bottle and asks us.

“I didn’t say there were only three people who would get on the boat here today…”

After saying that, he waited for our explanation, but when I tried to answer in Spanish, Mr. Decker slightly shook his head.

Again, the three of us silently packed the live ammunition, grenades, and smoke bombs into our Boston bags.

“Signor?”

Goldilocks, tired of waiting for an answer, walks up to me and urges me to answer.

However, Mr. Decker, who spoke instead of me, immediately changed the subject.

“Signor Alvaro! Where is the boat that will take us upstream? Surely it’s not inside the building where the semi-submersible is hidden?”

At those words, Goldilocks’ expression changed to that of a drunkard about to take a shot.

He takes out a new cigarette, takes a puff and answers.

“The boat you’re going to take is at the dock. It can accommodate six people and has an additional outboard motor, so it can go up the Santa Rita River at high speed.”

We will be using wooden boats like the locals who travel the river, but our boats will have armor plates installed inside in case of a gunfight.

The CIA office in Colombia says that cartel mercenaries patrol their territory using IBS or lip boats, but they are unlikely to show up during the day because of the Colombian military.

I don’t know if I can believe their words as they spread across the U.S. embassy in downtown Bogota, hundreds of kilometers from Medellín.

However, the operatives rolling around in the field have no choice.

Mr. Decker speaks to Goldilocks this time in Spanish.

“Signor Alvaro, now guide us to the boat.”

At those words, the expressions on the faces of the Indian men, including Goldilocks, seem to show some agitation.

Goldilocks tried to look calm, but despite her sly looks, she was terrible at acting.

Clearly something is going on without our knowledge.

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At that moment, as if my body realized that it was time to do business, several switches turned on inside me.

I will recall that experience later, while drinking a Coca-Cola on the plane to Chicago, when these switches were turned on and the bills started to fall like dominoes around me.

Yeah~.

Well then, if you’re not a cartel member, how would you make a living in a remote place like this?

“Follow me, gentleman.”

I think I’ll crack your head open like a gentleman.

Goldilocks takes the lead and heads for the door, checking to see if we’re following her.

And the two Indian men do not move from their original positions.

What do these gentlemen think of us now that they’re talking like this?

Decker and Soto, carrying Boston bags, went ahead, and I stood up with my right hand on the thigh holster.

Then, I followed the two men to the door, and the moment I took two steps, I heard the sound of the slings of the Mini-14 rifle hitting the barrel behind me.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

I fired bullets at the Indians who were aiming their guns at us from behind.

Without turning towards them, I pulled out the Glock 22 with my right hand and pushed it between my left side and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

An Indian whose head was shattered by my .40 caliber bullet, two men fell at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Decker, without even checking her direction, hit Goldilocks in the face with his gun.

As he staggered back after being hit in the face, Soto struck his balls once more with the folding buttstock of his gun.

“All call signs! Goldilocks is going to hand us over to them! Everyone, prepare for combat!”

Decker’s warning was broadcast over the radio, and we bound Goldilocks with flex cuffs and laid her down near the door.

Then, all three of us ran out the door with the AKS74U strapped to our shoulders.

As we expected, three Colombian country bumpkins ran out from inside the dock building about 20 meters away.

Unlike before, they had MP5 submachine guns tucked at their sides and looked like they were going to open fire at any moment.

As soon as we encountered them, we sat down and aimed our guns at them.

But at that moment, the wall of the building on that side, which was made of things like plywood and sheet metal, exploded, and the bodies of the hip-hop warriors also exploded, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Tata tata tata tata tata tata tata tata!

The sight of the birds flying up all at once at the sound of machine gun fire that followed was even more terrifying.

Tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

Beyond the dock, green flares flew into the river, not in dozens but in the hundreds.

As we lay flat on our stomachs, flares flew over our heads and began to destroy the building.

“Perk!”

Mr. Decker, who was watching our rear, sighs.

I look over my shoulder and see Goldilocks’ blood, blasted by machine gun bullets, flowing towards our position.

“Wizard Four, No Shot! No Shot!”

Even from Luke’s sniping point, he’s yelling that he can’t pinpoint the location of the cartel guys who are shooting at us.

Then the shooting suddenly stopped.

Then Mr. Decker jumped up and ran towards the dock, and Mr. Soto and I followed him.

Decker shouts as soon as we reach the dock, passing the guys who came to collect the semi-submersible and turned into blood clots.

“Everyone get down!”

As he flew towards the buildings on the dock, he saw black rubber boats floating on the water just in front of the dock.

Four gunners and six riflemen with RPK machine guns mounted on their shoulders were seen on a rubber boat with several layers of camouflage netting wrapped around the hull.

Their machine gun fire begins again.

Tata tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata tata! Tata tata tata tata!

However, immediately after the gunshots began to ring out, a huge explosion swept through the area.

Kwaaaaang!

What is this?

The impact of the explosion shattered all the light bulbs installed around the dock and rained down on us who were lying face down on the ground.

We’re wearing tactical headsets, which protect our hearing from most explosions, but my eardrums feel like they’ve just been blasted by something.

Soon the answer to my curiosity will come over the wireless network.

It’s the voice of O’Connor, who had been left here earlier just in case.

“Wizards, call sign! Just now, I subdued 6 cartel guys who were approaching the back of the dock with claymores! Now, the area near the dock is clear!”

As soon as he heard the report, Soto pulled out a smoke grenade from the side of the plate carrier.

Then we threw it between us and the cartel raiders.

Then, Team Leader Decker speaks as if telling me to listen, and even at the moment when this person should be going crazy, I can’t help but laugh in vain.

“Who the hell asked you to come to this fucking backwoods place? See you later! If I get out of here in One Piece, I’m going to kick that guy’s ass out of the solar system!”

Our boss also chuckled at Soto’s lame joke.

A moment later, a yellow smokescreen spreads in the wind, and the sight makes my heart pound even harder.

And then, with my two eyes receiving a massive buff, I saw the cartel mercenaries’ rubber boats approaching through the messy smokescreen.

I quickly grabbed the M32 grenade launcher that Soto was carrying and allowed him to move his neck and arms to get it out.

Immediately afterwards, I turned the grenade launcher and unleashed the anti-armor rounds loaded inside the rotary chamber.

Without even asking, Team Leader Decker took out a honeycomb grenade (an anti-infantry grenade that fires dozens of slugs at close range immediately upon detonation, regardless of the grenade detonation distance) from the grenade storage bag in front of his chest.

As I took each of the grenades and placed them into the rotary grenade chamber, I felt energy coursing inside me, ready to burst out.

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