True Apocalypse Game

"Mr. Martin wants to see you. From now on, do not speak, and do not ask why. You just need to wait until Mr. Martin sends for you."

He then signaled his subordinates with a glance.

Several men immediately came over, pulled a black hood over Shen Feng’s head, and cuffed his hands. Then, they led him out of the bar.

Although Shen Feng was temporarily blinded, he could sense with his Silicon-Based Brain that he had been put into an SUV, guarded by three heavily armed gang members.

The SUV started up, followed by a pickup truck and a sedan. The three vehicles formed a small convoy and headed for the mountains on the outskirts of the Medellin Region.

They drove at high speed, running red lights along the way, yet no one dared to stop them.

The car was heading in the exact direction of the signal he had discovered earlier.

Realizing he was getting closer to his target, Shen Feng simply leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

The convoy drove for about an hour and a half, entering a forest. After navigating a series of winding roads and even circling around several times, they finally came to a stop.

He could hear the sound of water, indicating they were next to a river.

The men at his side led Shen Feng out of the vehicle. Shen Feng soon sensed he was entering a complex of buildings.

’It seems to be a huge villa.’

Once inside a room, the hood was taken off, though the handcuffs remained on.

Blinking to let his eyes adjust to the light, Shen Feng looked around the interior of the building.

The decor was slightly dated, yet exceedingly lavish.

Back when the Colombian drug lord Pablo was at the height of his power, he had numerous villas built in the dense forests throughout Colombia to serve as personal getaways and secret strongholds.

This villa was clearly one of them.

He was on the second floor, surrounded by men in black holding submachine guns and assault rifles. They wore bulletproof vests and looked well-trained as they patrolled the area.

Looking out the window, he saw a river flowing through the rainforest. He could even see hippos swimming in the water.

This, too, was part of Pablo’s legacy.

After Pablo was killed, some of the hippos he had kept as pets escaped into Colombia’s river system. Lacking natural predators, their population exploded and they became a plague.

As Shen Feng was taking everything in, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

A middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair walked over and got straight to the point, asking Shen Feng:

"Are you one of Mr. Ye’s men? How will his new supply line get into Colombia? Isn’t he supposed to be in a prison in Mexico right now? How is he directing all this?"

The instant Shen Feng’s Silicon-Based Brain heard the voice, it compared it to the voiceprint of Martin Benitez acquired from the dark web, only to find it wasn’t a match.

He couldn’t help but click his tongue. Just as he was about to speak, a man who looked like an Attendant standing beside the middle-aged man continued the questioning:

"Where is the confirmation video from Mr. Ye? How can you guarantee the reliability of the new supply line?"

Shen Feng’s eyes lit up. This man’s voiceprint was a match!

’These Colombian crime syndicates are truly devious.’

Right then, a smile spread across Shen Feng’s face. He raised his hands, snapped the handcuffs, and said:

"Fuck if I know."

With a sudden leap, he lunged toward Martin Benitez.