The Black Mamba said nothing.
"That person is called Agim Ceku, a high-level Commander of the Kosovo Liberation Army, responsible for logistics and procurement. The United States and Europe have been secretly sending them weapons, but don't dare to send them openly. The 'Black Sea Wolf' helps them smuggle, we're just an intermediary."
The Black Mamba stood up and walked to the window.
Outside was a barren plantation, cashew trees had withered, weeds were growing rampant.
"How much do the Mexicans know?"
"They don't know. But they captured that Russian, the account book is in their hands. However much they want to know, they can know."
The Black Mamba remained silent for a long time.
"Contact the 'Engineer'."
Hendrick hesitated for a moment.
"Boss, contacting them now—"
"Contact them," the Black Mamba interrupted, "tell them I need a safe place, change of identity, a fresh start. Whatever they want, I can give."
December 18, 1997, Mexico City.
