Chapter 392 This Person is Unreliable

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After spending more than a dozen hours cooped up in the cargo plane's cabin, Gao Yang and his team finally arrived in Colombia.

The cargo plane had taken off at night, and by the time it landed it was already daytime. Stiff all over, Gao Yang emerged from the cabin and instantly felt a wave of hot, humid air hit him in the face.

As Gao Yang stepped out of the cabin, a white man dressed in a floral shirt, floral shorts, and wearing flip-flops opened his arms next to the plane and enthusiastically yelled, "Welcome, my friends."

Gao Yang descended the aircraft and, after shaking hands with the white man who greeted him, smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Ram. I presume you must be Ivan."

"Correct, I'm Ivan. Welcome to Pasto."

Ivan looked quite young, hardly 30 years old, with a bright smile on his face and a healthy wheat-colored complexion. He didn't resemble an arms dealer, and certainly not Grand Ivan's man in charge in South America.