Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 338 When in doubt, betray your teammates

"Milton's unofficial city visits?"

Upon hearing this news, the two SAD agents who were about to eat immediately stopped what they were doing, clearly realizing the value of this information.

If this had happened in the days when the CIA's intelligence network spanned Latin America, such information would have been uncovered very quickly and reported to headquarters in no time.

“There’s no time to lose.” The woman said, marking up the weapons list as she ate. “I think your idea is indeed more feasible… It can not only improve our survival rate, but also deal a very heavy blow to Milton.”

"We'll rest until 3 a.m., then set off, use specialized equipment to film Milton at the local airport, and then... immediately head to Jutiapa, escape to El Salvador, and the operation will be a success."

Damon thought for a moment about his SAD colleagues, who were still on lookout duty and pretending to be his wife, and offered a more cautious suggestion: "Or, we could split up, with you running towards El Salvador and us running towards Belize?"

Now, if the CIA wants to leave Guatemala, there are essentially two directions they can take.

They could flee from the former Ubico family's port of Barrios toward Belize, or to Hutiapa, and then toward El Salvador.

Because both southern Mexico and Honduras are now under Milton's control—not long ago, Honduras officially expelled the US military base in protest against the US invasion.

After a moment's thought, the woman agreed to Damon's suggestion: "No problem. After taking the photos, we'll split up and escape. Which route do you plan to take?"

To be honest, both lines are very dangerous, and there is no fundamental difference between them.

Damon didn't think much of it and said, "I'll go the Belize route."

“Okay…” The woman nodded and took out a map. “This map was obtained by one of our colleagues at the cost of his life. Pay attention to this place. This is a loophole in their defenses. You can barely see the layout of the airport from this hillside, but there are no guards nearby.”

"The only problem is that the terrain here is steep, and it will take some effort to climb up. You'd better rest and conserve your energy."

"..."

Back in the room where his colleague was on guard duty, Damon recounted the general details of the mission, took out the operation map, and the two briefly discussed the route. To avoid forgetting important things, they wrote down every necessary step as a "checklist" before going to sleep.

At three in the morning, the shrill sound of the alarm clock pierced his ears, instantly waking Damon up.

He hadn't been this lucid in a long time.

"We're going to have to risk our lives again." Damon took a deep breath and glanced at his female colleague. "Same as always, you keep watch while we load the equipment into the vehicle. Wear the bulletproof vest underneath."

"it is good."

Another group of SADs were also moving things. A little over ten minutes later, they simply nodded to Damon, and the car quickly left the safe house disguised as a guesthouse.

After resupply was completed, the two groups of SAD, who were practically strangers to each other, separated.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Damon's partner, who was about to drive, looked at him and asked, "Shall we set off too? We need to hurry... Who knows if we'll leave any traces while taking pictures? The slower we move, the later we leave, the greater the danger."

This is also why these two SAD teams can have such good chemistry, because at this point they are not only teammates, but also competitors to some extent.

Whoever is slow to act is likely to be in big trouble, especially in Guatemala, on Milton's territory.

“It’s time to set off…” Damon looked at the checklist in his hand, made sure no time had been missed, and then hesitated for a moment, “But I think I should pick up one person first.”

Her female partner immediately understood: "I see, your informant, right? Are you sure he's reliable?"

Although Damon, as a CIA agent, went completely undercover, he also developed an informant... to be precise, a Guatemalan anti-China element.

He was a local and knew the terrain and roads very well.

In an era when navigation relied solely on road signs, a local resident familiar with the roads could save a tremendous amount of time.

Damon chuckled and said with certainty, "I'm sure he's reliable. His words are something that most people can't fake... The pungent smell in his voice proves that he's not faking it."

"Okay, let's go pick him up."

"Let's go..."

As her female partner shifted gears and started the car, she seemed to be reminiscing about the stable life back home and no longer wanted to be so tense. She joked, "After the mission is over, I'll take the money and quit... I advise you not to do it either. We can buy a house and get married, wouldn't that be great?"

The two actually developed some feelings for each other during their many life-or-death missions.

Damon nodded and smiled, "I had the same idea—to pull off one last job, then go home and get married!"

"..."

Five minutes later, the SUV arrived at a low-rent building. Damon got out of the car and rudely knocked on the door of a resident's apartment.

Regardless of whether it was 3 a.m. or not.

Damon can be so rough with a dog that is willing to convert to his faith, but he has to be all smiles with Guatemalans who come to visit normally.

Soon, a very dissatisfied voice came from inside: "Who is it in the middle of the night...?"

Then the voice immediately turned obsequious: "Oh! It's you! Please come in, please come in!"

Damon frowned slightly, suppressing his disgust, and said, "Bent, haven't you always wanted to be an American? Now the opportunity has come; let's see if you can seize it."

In Damon's sight, Bent's eyes changed from fawning to astonishment, then to intense surprise... no, not just surprise, but to the point of fanaticism!

They are no different from those mad, fanatical believers who are promised entry into heaven.

"Of course it's true. We're about to finish our mission here, and we'll give you one last test before we leave." Damon glanced into the room out of the corner of his eye and asked casually, "It's so late, I see you're still awake?"

Speaking of this, Bent got a little angry: "I was just watching the news... and I was so angry! Milton is hilarious. He shouts about overthrowing the oppressors and opposing imperialism, but he robs the houses and property of the rich. Then when American soldiers want to help do the same thing, it's not allowed, and they become invaders."

"Seriously, have you no shame?"

“It’s not just Milton, it’s the whole of Guatemala… The whole country is insane, sick, and ruined! I can’t stay with these idiots, I’m going to America, I’m going to breathe the air of freedom there, I’m going to become a millionaire there!”

Forget it, becoming a millionaire... Once you get to America, all your education, connections, and resources will become worthless; the only thing that will still be useful is money.

For someone like Bent, who clearly couldn't scrape together much money, the only thing he needed to think about when he arrived in America was how to survive.

However, after thinking about what he had just said, Damon felt relieved.

"Alright, enough nonsense. Now come with us and show us the way."

"Yes Yes!"

"..."

With a local "guide," the team's efficiency indeed increased significantly.

Even muddy, unpaved paths could be found, bypassing several places marked on the map where there might be patrol officers or drunk driving checks.

In just half an hour, the off-road vehicle arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Damon glanced at the medical report, took out a map, pulled Bentley out, and coldly pointed to the map: "Do you recognize this place? Where is it roughly? Take us there."

Bent looked at the map for a while, then at the scene before him, and after about twenty seconds of scrutiny, he nodded decisively and said, "I'll take you two there!"

Damon and his partner exchanged a glance, then took out three specially made ghillie suits from the trunk of the car. After the disguise was complete, they covered the car with a curtain of the same color. Only after all the procedures were completed did they begin climbing the mountain in the roadless gorge.

Without a local guide, special training, or equipment like a compass, it's actually very easy to get lost while hiking.

After walking a few dozen steps forward, you can't see anything when you look back. Moreover, the mountain path without any hiking trails requires using both hands and feet, which is extremely physically demanding. Only highly trained special forces can climb it while carrying heavy loads.

Even without any equipment, Bent had a very difficult time climbing.

However, driven by the promised opportunity to fully integrate into Heaven, Bent was full of energy and gritted his teeth, managing to reach the destination with two SADs without hindering the team.

Damon maintained his breathing rhythm, rested for 30 seconds, took a sip of water, and then walked to a slightly protruding rock in front of him.

From here, you can indeed see images of most military airfields!
You can even see a MiG-29 inside.

Sure enough... Milton somehow managed to acquire quite a few MiG-29s.

A CIA colleague who was in charge of investigating the matter died as a result, so there must be important intelligence involved.

"Hehe, it's a pity I'm going back to China soon, so I'll leave this to someone else to worry about."

Without hesitation, Damon took out his special agent-grade night vision camera and started taking pictures of the airport. He took a few wide shots and a few close-ups of the MiG-29 and the nearby ground crew before nodding in satisfaction.

It was already morning, and the sunlight had dispelled most of the darkness.

However, just as Damon was about to turn around and go back the way he came, his gaze suddenly froze.

From his vantage point on the mountain, he could clearly see seven or eight people moving in the direction of the foot of the mountain... They weren't wearing camouflage uniforms; their attire was exactly the same as the soldiers he had just seen at the airport!
What's even more terrifying is that these people are moving in the direction they are heading!

In just one second, Damon's clothes were soaked with sweat.

"...Stay hidden! Don't move or make a sound!" He suppressed the tremor in his voice. "Direction...distance...there's an enemy team of eight people moving towards my left. Luckily we stopped early, so they shouldn't be able to smell the gasoline."

"Give me the binoculars, I want to observe them closely."

"Hmph... It seems the enemy has discovered a vulnerability here and wants to patch it up, perhaps because we brought some equipment?"

"..."

Bent searched for a long time before finally spotting the target, which was almost invisible to the naked eye. His hatred for Milton and his contempt for the New Guatemalan National Defence Force vanished instantly.

"So, um... are we, the three of us, going to fight eight of them?"

Damon laughed in exasperation: "Is this a three-against-eight situation?! Milton's air force base is right next door. Unless you can take out eight people instantly, how are you going to escape?"

"Even if we've taken out eight people, how are we supposed to escape from where we are now?"

"We have no choice but to escape! You, quickly think of a new route to escape!"

Damon thought about it carefully and then said, "Besides, we can't be discovered when we drive away."

Bent was stunned for a moment: "Yeah...we still need to drive. If we get discovered, we still won't be able to escape. Let me think about it."

Under the looming pressure of impending death, Bent carefully observed the enemy's advance route.

"and many more……"

"Part of their route was so long that the foot of the mountain was not visible..."

“Before the enemy leaves this section of the road, we can take a detour to the foot of the mountain, drive the car away, and the enemy should not be able to find anything.”

Damon immediately pressed, "How much time do we have left?"

"Maybe, maybe... we're a bit pressed for time."

Damon didn't hesitate: "Lead the way, let's set off immediately. If we miss this opportunity, we'll be 100% dead. Don't worry about anything else, let's go right now!"

"Yes Yes……"

Damon urged Bent forward, but his hands unconsciously took out the M4A1, released the safety, and gripped it tightly in his hands.

To be honest, he wasn't so nervous because he needed to rush... After all, it was a completely controllable event, and all he had to do was get on the road as quickly as possible.

Damon felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

However, he quickly put that feeling behind him—nothing was more important than his own life.

"..."

"Get out of here!" Damon nudged Bent, who was exhausted to the point of collapse, with the barrel of his gun, and glanced at his bayonet. "Don't forget, Milton will never let you go."

"go!"

With a mix of kicking and shoving, the three of them finally made it back to the parking spot without any serious injury. They quickly stuffed the curtain into the car and gently pressed the accelerator, driving the SUV out of the valley.

The estimated time when the enemy might see them is not far off!

Boom boom boom...

The off-road vehicle started and drove away from the enemy's possible line of sight as quickly as possible.

After driving for more than ten minutes, Damon kept looking back and then up at the sky, as if afraid that there was a car behind him or a plane chasing him from above...

"Fortunately, there was no danger."

Damon let out a long sigh of relief and lowered the passenger seat a little.

"Perfect timing, let's check the check-up report to see if anything was overlooked..."

Damon took off his helmet and took the medical report out of his pocket.

"First step, no problem..."

"The second step, hmm..."

As he was checking step by step, Damon's gaze suddenly paused.

"Step six...Before leaving, be sure to clean up any traces."

Make sure to clean up any traces...

That's where the problem lies!!!
In a situation where every second counts, how could they possibly think of that? Even if they did, there wouldn't have been enough time to clean up!
"This is bad." Damon's expression was serious. He turned to the side. "We just forgot something very important. We're about to be exposed."

"We didn't clean up the battlefield when we left... The enemy will definitely find our traces when they come up the mountain!"

Her female partner was startled: "Then, what do we do?"

"Get to the border as quickly as possible, and break out!" Damon took a deep breath. "It will take them some time to get up the mountain."

"Will we make it in time?"

Damon's face turned cold: "Hmph... Don't forget, we still have 'teammates'. They don't work in safe houses, so it's hard for them to develop informants. Without locals to guide them, they'll definitely be slower than us."

"We won't notify them; let them draw our attention and buy us time!"

(End of this chapter)