When Baso Alto's words rang out, there was a sudden silence in the room. Both Allende and Oswald looked at him and their excited friends.
"Kill him? You mean assassinate him?"
"Yes! It's an assassination!"
Basualto nodded vigorously and then said.
"When I was in Chile, I don't know how many people wanted to kill him, but they never had the chance. There were always troops around him to protect him. But now, he is a retired official. When he goes abroad, there will be troops.
Protect him? No!"
Shaking his head vigorously, Bassoalto said.
"That's totally impossible, and that gives us the opportunity to kill him right here."
"This is impossible!"
Oswald shook his head and said directly.
"This is certainly good news, friends."
"However, we can't tell anyone. If someone else finds out, it will be bad if the secret police of the Imperial Security Bureau knows the news. Those monkey cubs are very smart, what?
The news is all there!”
There was a coldness in Baso Alto's voice.
Basso Alto smiled coldly.
"Sure, there are a lot of people in Chile who are willing to cooperate with them, for dirty money, for shameful profit."
Then he made a "what a pity" expression.
"There is a chance! Since that day, I have done all the investigation and planning myself, and no one else knows about it. I feel that as long as I can be as careful as possible, I will have a chance to get close to him and kill him at close range!"
"The whole world knows that there are many Chileans in Tacna. I heard from the editor that the president will send the army to protect him. Here, the federal army is doing its best to protect his, my friend."
But some things cannot be solved with money.
"If the shot is not accurate, then get as close to him as possible, just like the distance between us now, and then shoot and kill him directly!"
"Money! Money is more important. If we want to look for opportunities elsewhere, we must get money first."
With that said, Baso Alto was silent for a while.
This was just an ordinary attack, and even the company included this loss as the company's normal loss. Although this time, the total amount robbed far exceeded 40,000 pesos.
The reason why they were able to solve the money problem was entirely due to Baso Alto's help. He leaked information about the mining company's salary shipments and used that information to make deals with bandits in the desert.
Allende let out a long sigh and let out the resentment that had been deep in his heart for a long time.
This transaction was undoubtedly worthwhile, and they received a huge sum of twenty thousand pesos. This money was enough to support this operation.
"Sit down, gentlemen, we want to work this out."
"Now we have the money, but now there is still a problem that needs to be solved."
For the Saltpeter Company, they could only rely on themselves to maintain their safety. They hired a large number of escorts. When they encountered robbers, those people also stood up to resist the robbers. Several escorts were shot dead on the train.
Bassoalto also stood up after him. He glanced out the window and then said.
"It's unlikely, it would be difficult to hit him while he's sitting in the car."
After Oswald said something, he looked at his friends and said.
Allende took a puff of his cigar with some boredom. Of course he also wanted to kill the butcher. After all, their family's estate was taken away by the decree signed by the butcher.
"There may be opportunities in other places, but it's a pity that we can't kill him here."
"But there is a way."
"We must seize this opportunity and use his blood to exchange for the patriotism of Chileans."
"This is impossible, we have no chance of getting close to him!"
"Good idea, I don't have..."
"What if we use a rifle on the road?"
"How could this happen, damn it,"
…
Then he introduced his long-awaited plan to his friends. The plan didn't seem very complicated. But when he explained his ideas one by one, his friends were shocked.
As soon as Oswald finished speaking, Bassoalto said.
"All we need is a chance."
Oswald said,
As he stood up from his chair, Allende put out his cigarette in the ashtray.
"Money... we can think of some ways!"
"My plan will work,"
Allende held the cigar between his fingers, thought for a moment, and then said.
"Perhaps, the Federation will do its best to protect him, but... friends, he has left Ming Dynasty now. As long as we are willing, we have plenty of opportunities! Why must it be done here?"
"At least we can avenge the dead."
Everything seems to be so...not worth mentioning!
Not long after the robbery, in Allende's room, the conspiracy team carried out their plot again.
Oswald said in a calm tone.
"We have to act on our own, but before we act, we must get money and weapons."
"Yes, if you use a pistol, it will be difficult to hit the target if the distance is less than 10 meters. What we need is to kill him, not injure him!"
"It might not be here, but it might be somewhere else, who knows?"
"Yes."
"However, there seems to be a loophole in this plan."
Not necessarily here!
Allende reminded.
Walking to the table, Oswald poured himself a cup of tea, and then continued.
"At least until this problem is solved, we absolutely can't do it."
"You mean, we start somewhere else?"
After taking a puff of cigarette, Oswald thought for a while and said.
A few days later, a report was placed on the desk of the director of the Federal National Police. This report was about the attack. The director only glanced at it cursorily and then shelved it.
Basso Alto's eyes lit up, he looked at Oswald and said.
People have become accustomed to this.
"Do you have any good ideas?"
"That's how our organization was destroyed back then. You never know whether the person resisting with you was a spy. By the time you find out, everything will be in a hurry!"
"Yeah, what kind of good news is this?"
In the past ten years, the bandits would catch up with the train on the way and steal the explosives or money on the train. Sometimes they would even steal saltpeter. This is just a common thing in the desert.
Even the military and police are too lazy to pay attention to this kind of thing.
The two sat down together again, then they looked at Oswald and asked.
"However, our marksmanship is very poor. You have also seen the results of shooting in the desert before. I think we can't do this at all."
"Yeah, if we decide to act, we can't tell anyone else."
"Without money, we can only watch opportunities disappear before our eyes."
"any solution?"
Indeed, just as he said, this plan will definitely succeed if it can be realized.
Almost a week later, a train carriage carrying wages from the Barstow Saltpeter Mining Company was robbed by robbers armed with pistols and rifles on its way to the mine. This kind of thing happens almost every day. After all, the mine
Located in an inaccessible desert, with only trains connected to the outside, there will always be robbers robbing trains traveling in the desert.
Bassoalto looked at his plan, pointed at one of the links, and said,
"Here, it seems a little difficult here."
"There's nothing difficult about it, just be prepared in advance."
Oswald said confidently.
"I call this plan "The Witcher"! This time no matter what, we have to rid the world of that devil!"