Working as a police officer in Mexico

Pablo Stadium, Medellin, Colombia!

About 30,000 people were seated, and the crowd was buzzing!

Today is Atlético Nacional against Danubio of Uruguay. The former is an all-star team formed by Pablo, which includes the scorpion-style save goalkeeper Higuita, the one with the afro who has hands but does not use his feet!

When you hear the name again, you will know who built this stadium~

The DJ at the scene held a microphone and stood in the middle of the football field, "Now, let us warmly welcome our distinguished guest, Mr. Pablo Escobar!"

The cantilevered camera was pointed at a box. Pablo smiled and waved towards the camera. This scene was shown on the big screen in the venue.

"Long live!!"

Deafening cheers erupted in the stadium, everyone stood up and shouted wildly, and some even knelt down in the corridor as if they were worshiping gods.

This scene simply subverted all three views. Is a big drug lord being worshiped so much? !

Of course, there is another main reason.

Pablo announced that he would spend 500 million U.S. dollars every year to subsidize the poor people of Medellin. The money will be used for medical care, education and daily life. If an elderly person dies alone, the North American Drug Association will purchase a cemetery for them. End Their behind-the-scenes affairs.

This directly puts his reputation on par with that of Jesus!

I don’t know about other places, but in Medellin, he is God!

And he is also proposing to other members of the North American Drug Association that they use some money to "do charity". The public is the best protection.

After the camera left, Pablo proudly said to his confidants in the box, "When the President of Colombia comes, they all kneel down to me in Medellin!"

Of course the guys are flattering all the time.

"Has the referee got it done?" Pablo looked at his confidant John Arias, who was very famous!

The famous terrorist attacks in Colombia related to Pablo, the top killer of the Medellin drug cartel, were basically planned by this person, including the death of former presidential candidate Garland.

John Arias is very handsome. You can't imagine that this baby-faced man is actually a cruel killer. Hearing the boss's inquiry, he nodded, "The referee has already agreed, they took down 50,000 yuan." dollars.”

This semi-final was held in Medellin, and Pablo certainly didn't want to embarrass himself.

Before the game, a group of armed men broke into the referee's hotel room in the middle of the night.

They handed each official a briefcase filled with $50,000 and told them: "Your heads are valuable."

The team was led by chief killer John Arias.

In Medellín, even Manchester United and Real Madrid have to lose. Either Atlético Nacional wins or they go home with a coffin.

Pablo patted John Arias on the shoulder with great satisfaction, "Call the British gambling company and invest another 2 million for me. I will win if I buy the National Athletic Team."

He likes gambling and women!

This continued throughout his life.

2 million US dollars, sprinkle water.

After hearing his instructions, someone took the phone and rushed to make arrangements.

At this time, the following introduction session also ended. With the referee's whistle, the game began.

Uruguay's Danubio team members obviously didn't understand how to write the word "death". They pressed Atlético Nacional from the beginning. In the 7th minute, the forward received the ball and without stopping, made a beautiful goal 25 meters away. Volley!

Scorpion goalkeeper Higuita blinked and the goal was scored!

Pablo's expression froze and he frowned, looking at the cheering Uruguayans below, obviously not too happy.

"It's blown! Boss, the goal is invalid." Ochoa, who was sitting next to him, said.

Sure enough, the referee ran over and crossed his hands to indicate that the goal was invalid. Before the goal, the Uruguayan... made a pulling move?

The angry Danubio team members rushed to argue, but one of them was sent off with a red card for pushing the referee!

Pablo clapped softly and said with a smile, "My rules are the rules in Medellin!"

Ochoa nodded.

"But, I'm not satisfied here, man. Medellin is too small. We bombed the Statue of Liberty. The Americans will not give up. But they are now being dragged by Iraq and have no time to take action. This is the time Our development opportunities!”

Pablo looked at the court, but said business, "We can't defend forever, offense is the best way."

Following his words, the National Athletic Team on the field scored the first goal!

However, it was obvious that there was a handball in the penalty area before the goal, but the referee still ruled the goal, "Mexico is very close to the United States, and the geographical location is very good. We must firmly grasp it. When the time comes, he will start a war with us. We rushed into the United States from Mexico to launch a terrorist attack. I want to see if that idiot Bush has the courage to risk his life with me!"

"If the negotiation with the Soviet Union is settled on the R-14 medium-range ballistic missile, we will transport it to the Mexican border! When the time comes, if he dares to fuck me, I will fuck him!" Pablo said in a crazy tone.

madman!

This is utter lunacy.

But it is true that a desperado like a drug dealer, why do you want him to care about world peace? These people simply cannot control their inner paranoia.

If they don't agree, they'll fight.

If the R-14 medium-range ballistic missiles are really transported to the Mexican border, who should be nervous at that time? Victor's anus had to be tightened.

NATO codename is SS-5 "Skean"!

The range of medium-range ballistic missiles is 1,000 to 3,000 kilometers. At this distance, you can hit Washington in Mexico.

And R-14 certainly cannot sell it nuclear warheads. At most, it can sell some conventional missiles, but with high-explosive bombs, it is enough to level the sky.

"They are hesitant over there. They are afraid of further conflict with the Americans!" Ochoa whispered.

"Hesitation means that the money is not enough. Add another 20%!" Pablo waved his hand generously, "Isn't it just money? We have plenty."

"Then I will talk about it."

"But in Mexico..." Ochoa glanced at the other Medellin executives around him, "The Sinaloa Group has almost collapsed. Guzman's whereabouts are unknown. I am afraid he is not sure whether he is still alive. Culiacan was breached, and his cousins ​​went their separate ways and are now bandits!"

The box was quiet after hearing this.

Everyone present had seen the world, but they could not have imagined that a large drug cartel spanning Europe and Asia would be so "easily" scattered.

They had all seen Guzman.

They also "admired" the Sinaloa rural boy from the bottom of their hearts. He created the largest drug cartel in Mexico, but it collapsed overnight!

Pablo also had a solemn expression. He had a good personal relationship with the other party. The new drug business of the Medellin Group entered the United States through Guzman.

"Victor is moving too fast. If this continues, according to predictions, it may take at least three years to pacify Mexico, which is not in our interests." Ochoa was in charge of the money laundering work of the Medellin Group. He had a very good mind and went straight to the center. "If Mexico is turned into a peace zone, our brothers will starve to death!"

Puff!

At this moment, the referee on the field blew the whistle and pointed to the middle, indicating that the goal was successful.

The Uruguayans below cheered. They were one man short, but they still scored a goal?

Pablo squinted his eyes and looked up at the replay on the big screen. He saw the Uruguayan with the number 19 on his back, who made a lob shot of more than 50 meters in the midfield!

Directly scored!

This was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

Including Pablo.

As the first half ended, the two groups entered the lounge. Although it was 1:1, it was obvious that the players of the National Athletic Team looked depressed, while the Uruguayans were very excited. Obviously... the momentum was rising.

Pablo was silent for a while and shook his head, "I don't like surprises, and I don't like people going against my wishes. Since someone is not tactful, then kill him!"

"Victor wants to settle Mexico? He hasn't asked me yet! Aren't Guzman's brothers bandits? Then give them support, give them money and weapons, and subvert the whole of Mexico!"

Pablo wants to turn Mexico into a war zone!

Too peaceful, it affects making money.

Ochoa also thinks this policy is right. No matter what, Victor must not go south again. Business has shrunk by 35%!

When this plan was proposed, the people in the box had different expressions.

A man sitting in the corner had a tangled and struggling expression.

"Carrillo, what's wrong with you?" asked a leader next to him.

The man shook his head, "Maybe, I had a stomachache."

The other party did not ask more questions. It was normal to have a bad stomach. How many drug addicts have a bad stomach? Their buttocks are not good and they will have anal prolapse.

Pablo lost interest in the game and stood up and left the box with his people. The ordinary fans in the seats below looked back and raised their hands to greet him.

Escobar also responded with a smile.

Ochoa pulled the chief killer John Arias next to him, "You go and take people to solve the boss's difficulties."

The latter nodded and pointed to two gunmen. The three of them walked into the player's channel with gloomy faces. Everyone they met on the way stepped aside. Looking at their expressions, they felt something was wrong.

John Arias broke into the player's lounge of the Uruguayan Danubio team and shot inside!

Bang bang bang! !

"OMG, OMG!" The two officials sent by FIFA were so scared when they saw this scene, and the people from the Colombian Football Association next to them dragged them and turned around and ran!

After a while, the chief killer John Arias and his three men came out and left decisively. After they left, someone walked in tremblingly and was dumbfounded when they saw the scene inside.

A total of 17 people were beaten to death!

"Ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

The people from the Football Association were in a panic, and the fans outside were still eating popcorn and waiting for the second half to start. Suddenly, they found something wrong. The ambulance actually drove directly into the stadium. There were more than a dozen ambulances.

The curious fans stood up and saw that many people were carried out from the player channel. Looking at their jerseys, they were players from the Danubio team.

"This... What's going on!" A young fan wearing a baseball cap half opened his mouth.

However, some older fans understood it at once and sighed, "Competitive sports, winning or losing is fatal!"

I really envy some countries, it's okay to lose.

This matter cannot be hidden.

The locker room shooting incident is simply horrifying!

FIFA and CONMEBOL all sent people down, and Uruguay was also furious. Fuck you, you look down on me!

Demand that the Colombian government severely punish the murderer, otherwise they will break off diplomatic relations!

This made the then-President Cesar Gaviria so angry that he ordered the army to enter Medellin and sent 1,100 "search teams" to sweep the slums!

Pablo went too far!

FIFA has also suspended all kinds of events in Colombia, including the next World Cup. When the drug dealers are punished, we will discuss it again!

But facing this kind of suspension punishment.

The Medellin Group is very direct. Members of the North American Drug Association have successively assassinated 21 FIFA officials in South America, including the head of the South American Football Confederation, who was beaten to death by someone riding a motorcycle in Paraguay!

This incident also prompted Paraguay to ban adults from sitting on the back seat of motorcycles.

The sports world began to boycott Pablo collectively.

But... he certainly doesn't care.

You guys don't have much caliber when added together, what are you protesting here?

And this matter fermented more and more!

In the end, many countries began to strictly prohibit Colombians from entering.

In the 1990s when information media was developed, this matter spread quickly.

Victor also knew about it.

He was about to board the plane at the airport, and Jason Bourne whispered a few words in his ear. He knew a little more than others, such as... Pablo planned to drag Mexico into a civil war!

"I admit that he is more arrogant than me!" Victor said with a smile, his eyes narrowed slowly, "I admire his courage, but it does not mean that he can be so aggressive in front of me. Let him taste a little bitterness first. How many sons does he have?"

"Four!"

Victor raised his middle finger, "Kill him!"

Simple and rude!

They are all gangsters, why talk about so much civilization?

This proves a truth. Marriage and children can't bring any benefits to people, but will bring Victor.

"How many branches does the intelligence agency have now?" Victor asked the deputy director Augustine Przewczyr next to him.

"We have deployed branches in 31 countries and regions around the world, 4 in Spain, 4 in South America, 2 in the United States, and 7 in Europe, with more than 7,000 employees!"

These 7,000 people also include informants, such as street chicken heads, gangsters, and some bounty hunters. There are only a little over 1,000 people on the payroll.

The CIA claims to have 320,000 employees worldwide, which is bullshit.

You let him support so many people, what does the White House think?

Who knows when the CIA will become the orthodox one!

"Good job, didn't you ask me to increase the funds for the intelligence department last time? No problem, another 60 million! I hope, when I come back, I hope to hear better news."

Agustin Przewczyr looked happy, "No problem, sir!"

After the capture of Culiacan, the Sinaloa base brought a lot of wealth to Victor!

Nearly 900 million US dollars and 700 million Hong Kong dollars were found from the dens of high-level drug traffickers alone, and there were estimated to be more than 2 billion gold ornaments and jewelry.

There are about 31 villas!

72 sports cars, including Porsche, Ferrari, and Guzman's favorite Rolls-Royce, the steering wheel is made of gold!

In addition to these, there are 2 private zoos, with a total of 7 tigers, 17 leopards, 4 hippos, and a white lion!

But the most valuable is actually the natural plantation in Culiacan, where irrigated agricultural areas produce winter vegetables, sugarcane, tropical fruits, tobacco, cotton, corn, etc., and the output is not small.

It can be used as an export cash crop!

We need to guide the local people. Don't they listen? Haha... they will listen.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pot of fat.

I don't know about drug control in other places, but in North America and South America, as long as you take down a big drug lord, you don't have to worry about lack of money!

But the problem is, you can't do it.

Do you think everyone has the firepower of Victor?

Because of the special profession, their money is in cash, and it takes time to launder, but after being confiscated by Victor, it was directly thrown into the company under the "Hope Group"!

Money laundering?

What to launder!

"By the way, how is Best?" Victor didn't forget his little friend.

"The Omo A team has been contacted. They are still floating in the Pacific Ocean, but they should be on shore soon." Jason Bourne said beside him.

"Be sure to protect him and bring him back safely, and there is uranium 238!"

"Casare, you are fully responsible when I'm not here. I have given you the plan and list. Just follow it."

Victor was like a "parent" who left home, giving them instructions.

Nurnisha Kallis and the staff of the UN International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat next to him were waiting impatiently, but they still had to smile.

Because...

Victor gave a little too much, and almost everyone who came to Mexico had tens of thousands of dollars in their pockets.

I have to find a way to stay here permanently in the future!

Finally, Victor himself probably felt that he had said too much, and he paused and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm old, and I talk a lot. I'm leaving, wait for me to come back."

After that, he walked up the escalator.

The entourage behind him followed. He brought a total of 60 bodyguards and 7 intelligence agents on this trip. As for the weapons... they were shipped to Vienna through channels a few days ago.

Just pick them up at the destination.

Casare and his group waved below, watching the plane leave the runway and soar into the sky. He put his hands down when he could no longer see them.

Were you not tired at all just now?

See!

This is loyalty!

If he doesn't make progress, who will?

Casare turned around and looked at everyone else. All those he stared at felt their buttocks tighten and they couldn't help but straighten their bodies.

"Ladies and gentlemen, no mistakes are allowed during my temporary jurisdiction. You don't want Mr. Victor to see his disappointed expression when he comes back."

"Whoever I catch neglects his duty!"

"I will throw him to the drug dealer camp to experience life."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" Everyone was startled. They were originally distracted after the boss left, but they became nervous.

Casare used to be nicknamed "Fat Tiger", but now he is nicknamed "Smiling Tiger!"

Whoever falls into his hands.

He will be skinned alive if he doesn't die.

Casare waved his hand, "Let's go! Go back, we need to discuss the post-war reconstruction of Culiacan!"

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