In a dark room, Sanchez was sitting on a sofa watching television. His arm and half of his chest were wrapped in bandages, and there was a red mark spreading outwards.
His injuries were very serious, but due to proper and timely treatment, he had survived.
Now, the Marillo people were looking for him, as were the Malory people. Almost everyone was looking for him.
The Marillo people thought that he wanted to use racial integration to get rid of the sins that the Malory people had inflicted on the Marillo people over the years. They thought that Sanchez was a scoundrel and a liar full of sins.
He was an executioner, and he had even personally killed many Marillo people. Now that he was pretending to be a good person, the Marillo people did not accept his way of thinking and wanted to kill him to prove that he was stupid and wrong.
The other group, the Malory people, thought that he was a traitor to the Malory people, and that he wanted to mix with the lowly Marillo people. Some of the extreme racists among them also gave orders to kill him.
Even now, he did not know whether the people who wanted to assassinate him were the Malory people and Marillo people, or the people who had assassinated the general.
But no matter what, he was now very safe, but also very dangerous.
He had suffered such serious injuries, but the Federation people had saved him and kept him safe, which made him realize how important he was.
The Federation people would not let him die or disappear, especially after he knew that Isabella had gone missing and that one of his two brothers had died and the other had escaped. He was even more certain that the Federation people would protect him even if they had to die.
This was a safe house provided by the Federation people. The fact that he could still leisurely watch television while the situation outside was chaotic and the flames of war were frequent.
The television was reporting what had happened here yesterday. This was a small city near the Federation border in Marillo, and it had also been affected by some of the chaos.
The two local gangs … well, they did not admit that they were gangs and thought that they were also warlords. Yesterday, there had been a fight in the city center, resulting in dozens of deaths.
The mayor severely reprimanded their actions at a press conference in the evening and promised the people that these people would be expelled so that the people could live in a safe environment.
As a result, the mayor, his wife, and three children were found hanging from a street lamp outside the city hall early in the morning.
The five of them were naked, and those people used a knife to carve the words "This place belongs to us" on their skin.
The citizens … were numb. They weren't angry.
This was a common occurrence in Marillo. Ever since the puppet government stopped resisting and accepted the fact that Marillo was ruled by a warlord, the local government's control over the local areas had been declining.
On the contrary, the gangs, the warlords, began to become the mainstream of society because they had guns.
When soldiers do not listen to the will of the country, when weapons become a disaster, the society is finished.
The mayor once again used his integrity and bravery to tell the people that this was Marillo, and whoever had the bigger fist would have the right to speak.
Sanchez switched to another channel out of boredom. He had killed five or six mayors with his own hands. He couldn't remember. There were always some who wanted to rebel against his dead father's rule.
Whether they wanted to bribe the people or really do something, it affected the interests of the warlords. They wouldn't allow anyone to do that, and they would kill whoever did.
The channel was broadcasting a beauty pageant program. The Federation's beauty pageant and bodybuilding craze had also spread to Marillo. Many places with stable rule had such activities.
There was no shortage of beautiful women in Marillo. Perhaps it was because of the bloodline, but many of the girls were quite beautiful. This also made the beauty pageant program very popular.
Looking at the girls wearing simple clothes and showing off their beauty in front of people, every man would cheer for these girls.
Most of the beauty pageant winners would be given as gifts to the warlords. Their fates wouldn't be too miserable, although it was a little strange to say that they would be defiled by the warlords or their sons.
But it was much better than someone suddenly breaking into the house because they heard of a girl's beauty and leaving calmly after raping her. Some people would even cause a massacre.
It was a sick society, but everyone here felt that … this was normal.
He changed a few more channels, and they were all brainwashing programs and recruitment advertisements. Now that the warlords were actively expanding their strength, they seemed to be aware of something and might want to solve all the problems at once.
Sanchez turned off the TV and grumbled, "When are your men coming?"
He thought that the Federation's contact person would tell him, "Wait a little longer, just wait a little longer." He had already heard it dozens of times.
But what he didn't expect was that the contact person looked at him with a long-lost smile on his face. "Our people are already on the way. They will arrive here in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow at the latest. Now, what you have to do is to think about who you can rely on. We will start the battle soon."
Sanchez was stunned for a moment, and then a crazy surprise appeared on his face. He paced back and forth a few steps, cursing for a while in Marillo's accent, and then asked, "Is it the army?"
"I heard that the army in the security zone is more powerful. Could it be them?"
He shook his head as he said, "No, the security zone has to protect Bupain. It should be other military regions. Is it the Southern Military Region?"
The contact person shook his head. "No, it's the people from Blackstone Security."
Sanchez was stunned. "Are you kidding me? Blackstone Security, an enterprise?"
He heard the word "enterprise", and an exaggerated expression appeared on his face. "I've waited so long for military assistance from a private enterprise?"
He laughed in anger. There was nothing more ridiculous than this.
The contact person explained, "We will not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, nor will we intervene in foreign military conflicts. This is the foreign policy of the Federation."
"But enterprises are not restricted by these rules. Blackstone Security has elite combat personnel and command personnel. In some ways, they are more suitable for your situation than the Federation Army."
"Of course, I also want to inform you, Mr. Sanchez, that you now owe the Federation 160 million Federation Sol. After we help you stabilize the situation, we will find a way to collect this money in a way that is acceptable to both of us."
Sanchez looked at his contact person as if he was looking at an idiot. He almost asked, "When the f * ck did I owe you so much money?"
Perhaps the contact person saw the problem in his heart at this time through his eyes, so he reminded him, "This is the fee to be paid to Blackstone Security. The Federation government will pay for it for you..."
"F * ck!"
Sanchez kicked the sofa, and then he grimaced in pain. His movement was too big, and now he just wanted to hold a gun and pull the trigger.
He had never seen such a shameless government. But suddenly, he quieted down again. He realized another possibility and asked, "You won't let me die before I pay back the money, right?"
The contact person thought for a moment. "You can understand it that way."
Sanchez was relieved. Spending 160 million Federation Sol to save his life now seemed like a good idea.
He sat on the sofa again and switched to the beauty pageant channel. He swore that when he got back his things, he would make these people pay the price.
About two days later, he was awakened by the contact person early in the morning. After a simple disguise, the two of them left the house they were hiding in and came to the outskirts of the city. Here, he saw the fully armed "mercenaries."
He understood it this way. These were mercenaries, and there were mercenaries in Marillo as well. Those people were willing to do anything for money. Murder, plunder, massacre, or even burn. As long as they were paid, there was nothing they could not do.
These people in front of him … didn't look like those lunatics, because at first glance, they looked very intimidating.
Especially the badges on their hats and chests, which were black matte triangles with golden threads flowing in them, inexplicably gave people a sense of trust.
"I am the person in charge of this operation..." A military colonel stood up.
He was one of the people selected by the Ministry of National Defense, a future general. Other than him, many other officers had joined this operation. Later, Isabella would arrange for more people to join.
It was not safe to support a force. In order to avoid unpredictable problems, they had to find Isabella.
As for not finding her?
That was impossible. They would definitely find her!
Sanchez tilted his head to indicate that he was injured. He then extended his left hand. "Hello, I am Sanchez. How many people are there?"
"Three thousand."
Sanchez looked behind. "It doesn't seem that many."
"Everyone else is outside the city. If we come in with too many people, we will be easily discovered. What should we do next?"
The colonel looked at the contact person.
The latter didn't say much. "Let's go according to plan. First, we will eliminate the resistance forces in this city. Do you have any experience in street fighting?"
During this period of time, the contact person had been staying here. He realized that war was not like what many people imagined it to be, nor was it like in the movies.
Fighting in an open field or in a dense forest. No, the main battlefield in modern warfare was still in the city. Street fighting was actually very scary because you didn't know where and when a bullet would fly over.
Even the rooms that had been searched were still dangerous. He was afraid that these people might be a little troublesome.
The colonel was very confident. "We have veterans from Amelia. They have participated in street and mountain fighting there. Trust us, we are very professional."
"You just have to tell us who is on our side and who is the enemy. That's enough!"