Working as a police officer in Mexico

Colombia. Santa Fe Bogota.

The Medellin Group is doing very well.

If the previous trend had followed, Pablo would have been cornered by the US DEA and FBI.

It won't be long before "Drug Dealers on the Rooftop" happens.

But the emergence of Victor caused the FBI and the Pentagon to lower the "Danger of Drug Lords" rating significantly.

If Victor next to him is not handled well, it will greatly affect the national destiny of the United States. If he is not careful, he may even become a joke in Latin America.

What is a drug dealer compared to him?

What else can a chamber pot do besides occasionally emitting a foul odor?

It is fundamentally impossible to invade the United States.

The most important thing is that the FBI is in urgent need of funds from drug lords, so if the Goddess of Victory explodes, it will explode. Anyway, that thing is already dilapidated.

It can also be seen from this that the United States is also a country that can "endure".

April 5th.

For Pablo's youngest daughter's birthday, he specially spent 2 million US dollars to customize a Disney doll in the image of his daughter, with 36 emeralds on it. It was so luxurious that it was jaw-dropping.

He even set up a large open-water banquet in his hometown of Medellin, where anyone could come and eat, and there was still money to be had, $100 per person!

NMD!

No wonder this guy is like a saint in his own Medellin.

When he walked to the balcony holding his very beautiful daughter, the crowd gathered below cheered loudly.

"Do you like it? This is what daddy beat for you." Pablo kissed his daughter and said with a smile.

"Thank you dad!"

The daughter who had just turned ten kissed her old father and shouted sweetly.

"Brother!"

At this moment, his brother Robert Escobar walked over with a tense look on his face. He was the accountant and one of the founders of the drug group Medellin. After his brother passed away, he chose to switch careers to the mobile phone industry. He launched a mobile phone named after his brother,

Later, when Netflix was filming "Narcos", he also asked for a compensation of one billion US dollars.

Pablo glanced at him, his smile faded slightly, and handed his daughter to the nanny next to him, "Dad will accompany you later, you go and play first."

The daughter nodded obediently.

After the woman walked away, Pablo turned back with a somewhat dissatisfied expression, "Can't we talk about something tomorrow? Today is my daughter's birthday."

Robert Escobar hurriedly said, "Pepelusa is dead, bombed in London!!"

The Medellin boss's originally peaceful eyes suddenly turned sinister. He was about to hold a cigarette in his hand. Hearing these words, he suddenly looked at Robert, who trembled and said, "An organization called Hydra claimed responsibility."

"Hydra?"

Pablo murmured something, and then kicked the coffee table over with an angry kick. All the guests in the distance looked over curiously, and saw him grabbing his brother's collar, looking like an angry lion. .

Others quickly averted their eyes.

But I'm still curious, what happened?

"Fuck Hydra, is this Marvel! Someone must be trying to mess with us, damn it! It must be that bitch Mexican."

Robert's face turned red. He still felt a little embarrassed by being mentioned like this by his elder brother, but he did not dare to retaliate and said hesitantly, "Victor also issued an objection speech against this kind of behavior. It should...should not be him."

"Nonsense! Does Victor dare to admit it? He is launching a terrorist attack. Does he dare to admit it? Is all the shit in your head?!" Pablo cursed angrily.

Robert could feel the strange looks in the eyes of the guests next to him, and he couldn't help but complain a little in his heart. He was still a human being, and he was often beaten and scolded.

Did you create Medellin by yourself? !

Ever since the American Narcotics Association supported drug traffickers in separatist rule in southern Mexico, his mentality seemed to have changed. He was no longer as cautious as before, and he even scolded the President of Colombia in several televised speeches.

Said he was too lenient!

If you don't want to die unexpectedly tomorrow, just quietly be the mascot in the official residence.

Gone!

He also became a bit stingy towards the people below him, gradually became less generous, and became moody himself. The leaders of many of the organizations below him even complained a little bit.

But when he heard this little complaint, he thought that his younger brother didn't respect him, so he killed his whole family!

Even though Medellin looks like it is full of resentment and prosperity, in fact Robert and Pepelusa and other relatives understand that compared with the Cali Group next door, it is far behind!

It seems that he is very satisfied.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

"Blow up Victor!" Pablo said in a suppressed voice.

Robert:? ? ?

You want me to kill Victor?

I'm just an accountant. It's okay for you to ask me to go to jail and take the blame for you, but you want me to do such a high-level task.

Your brother and I are very incompetent!

"Don't we have missiles? Launch them and blast them from the southern area to Tijuana. No matter what, we must give him some color. Pepelusa cannot die in vain."

Pablo let go of his hand, his eyes looked as if he could eat people, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only the two brothers could hear, "Whether Victor did this or not, for us, we need to vent our anger. , Otherwise, everyone will think that our Medellin Group and the Inter-American Drug Association are soft persimmons."

Sorry!

Victor, take the blame.

I see.

"Also, let me find out who Hydra is. I don't believe it. This is really a Marvel superhero. Even if he is a mutant, I have to give him a few shots! "

Pablo's face twitched, his eyes began to blink vigorously, a bit like a twitch, and his nose also arched vigorously.

This is…

Robert was startled, and saw the other party covering his face in discomfort, "I have something to do, you go...convey my order of revenge."

After saying that, he rushed into the bedroom a little anxiously.

Robert looked at this scene in shock.

He is a drug dealer, so he naturally knows what the elder brother's expression just meant.

He was addicted to drugs! ! !

You must know that Pablo would never allow his men to take drugs. He even personally broke the foot of one of his cousins ​​just because he took drugs.

But now he himself is taking drugs!

Robert's mouth was trembling.

Some familiar guests nearby saw him like this and thought he was frightened by his elder brother, so they came over to comfort him.

"No...it's okay. You guys can play first." Robert glanced at the bedroom. He wanted to remonstrate, but thought better of it to avoid being beaten.

He kept his head down and walked through the crowd of guests to arrange his revenge on Victor.

He didn't see a pair of eyes looking at him from behind.

There is also a dark cloud in the "puppet government" in southern Mexico.

Pepelusa is dead!

This is the Minister of Finance, and most importantly, Pablo's cousin. He is definitely a high-level member of the southern drug trafficking government.

Being bombed to death…

It's a bit embarrassing.

In the city of Cancun on the Yucatan Peninsula, the southern drug trafficking government is established here.

They will enjoy it.

The transportation here is also very developed, and there are many escape measures.

But at this time in the city hall.

The titular president, Elvis Salinas, was in a panic. He didn't have much power at all and was just a puppet.

I was serving well in the U.S. Marine Corps and was about to be sent to Japan. Then I could have a taste of Japanese girls, but who knew that I would be sent here to be the president?

He yawned and looked at the noisy representatives. He felt a little bored. If that didn't work, let's just have a fight.

"Victor, what did Mr. Pablo say?" Suddenly a big boss sitting at the front of the table turned to ask Ethan Hunter, who was sitting at the bottom.

Everyone looked at him subconsciously.

As the representative of Medellín in the Southern Drug Traffickers Alliance and responsible for the intelligence agency of the entire alliance, his status is not low.

"Mr. Pablo asked us to carry out a missile attack on Tijuana!"

Buzz~

Everyone, look at me and I look at you.

Elvis Salinas, who was sitting at the head of the table, was also shocked. He was indeed a Colombian, and he started to act at the slightest disagreement.

"Did those bastards from the north do it?" someone asked with a frown.

Ethan Hunter remained expressionless and shook his head, "There is no evidence. What the boss means is to find someone to vent to first. Otherwise, if we go out and hang out, others will think we are easy to bully."

There is some truth to this.

"It is true that the Northern Army has gone too far and killed many of our people. We really need to teach them a lesson."

"What if there is retaliation? You know, the bombers of the Northern Army can reach our heads in half an hour!" Someone objected.

"Are you just going to be a coward? Then we might as well just disband, everyone take the money and get out, and you can go back to your wife x."

Bang!

The drug lord who was scolded slapped the table and stood up. Someone nearby also stood up and started scolding him.

There is a tendency to take action if there is a disagreement, and the level of excitement definitely exceeds that of Korean politics.

Ethan Hunt just sits like this. He doesn't take sides, and there is no need to take sides. Pablo's influence here is unparalleled.

"That's enough!" Finally, the boss who just asked just now shouted angrily with a sullen face.

Everyone reluctantly shut up.

Everyone knows this big guy.

Abrego is one of the Three Heroes of Mexico, a remnant of the South, a former court official, and the leader of the Gulf Group!

He is not the incompetent man in Tijuana, nor the short-sighted man in Sinaloa. He is a tough guy who has been killed. When the Northern Army marched across the north, he saw that Victor was just a government lackey. !

But he didn't panic at all. He smoked cigarettes and played with women. Even when he watched his "good brothers" being dismembered by Hummers on TV, he was not afraid.

Anyway, Gulf Group's main business is in the south.

Now he is the oldest Mexican drug lord, and the others who come after him are all newcomers.

Drug dealers do not pay attention to seniority, but the veterans of the previous dynasty who are still alive must still be respected.

Abrego is now Prime Minister in the cabinet of the drug dealers of the South!

Um……

It’s really like playing house.

Abrego saw that everyone was still giving him face when he opened his mouth. His expression relaxed slightly, he pondered for a moment, and nodded, "Find a way to pour dirty water on Victor, and then launch missiles to counterattack! And at this time, we can completely break through There are diplomatic obstacles. People have died in Haiti, Japan and Italy. We can apply to establish diplomatic relations. If they recognize it, our legitimacy will be increased to another level."

We still have to rely on the older generation.

Abrego looked away from them, "We really need to express our anger. Now we are not an ordinary drug gang, but a political power. Young people should not just fight and kill. We have to use our brains."

Use your brain?

The average per capita here has graduated from primary school, and their combined brains only weigh ten kilograms of water.

MD, let him pretend!

"Type a document for Mr. to sign." He said to the busy secretary beside him.

The latter was stunned, nodded quickly, and quickly came over with the document and handed it to Abrego. He handed it to Elvis Salinas, "Sign here, sir."

"Would you like to ask the Americans?" Elvis whispered.

"There is no need to ask about this kind of thing. It is our political correctness to fight against the Northern Army. Hurry up, I'm waiting for your order." Abrego said impatiently.

Mr. President's face turned a little red and he could only hold his nose and sign the order.

"Missiles launched on April 6, targeting Tijuana!"

"Yes, sir!" The drug dealers present stood up and saluted.

Elvis Salinas is a bit uneasy next to him. Is he the president or is he the president?

He couldn't even call the secretary outside!

Really, the Americans treat him as a puppet, and these nominal subordinates treat him as a mascot. Do you think he can be willing to do so?

The butt determines the head. There were many times when he felt that he was destined. If he could lead the southern group to defeat the northern army, then he would definitely be the founding father of Mexico!

He looked at the "Prime Minister" with a trace of dissatisfaction and struggle in his eyes.

At this moment, Abrego seemed to be enjoying everyone's attention, and he even had the urge to replace Elvis!

Why can’t Americans allow themselves to be president?

Me too!

The Gulf Group has not broken a muscle at all. Its power is mainly in the south. It also controls many channels in and out of Central and South America and to Canada. Here, Pablo of Colombia can only choose to cooperate with itself.

According to ancient parlance, he is "the regent!"

Under one person, above ten thousand people: when entering the court, there is no rush, praise and worship are unknown, edicts are unknown, and swords and shoes are worn in the palace! !

Abrego is also ambitious.

Why should tens of millions of people in more than a dozen southern states be handed over to a child?

If Victor can carry the cauldron in the north, he can naturally take up his position in the south.

No one is nobler than anyone else.

Ethan Hunter watched this scene quietly. The drug dealers in the south were not harmonious. Can they do something?

Have some internal strife?

Elvis Salinas was not a man who would settle for anything less.

After the meeting, Ethan Hunter was about to leave when someone stopped him and invited him to have a drink. He smiled bitterly and told the person that he had been suffering from inflammation recently, so he declined.

Once back in the office, the message is relayed through special channels.

Looking at the water outside.

Ethan Hunter actually felt a little tired.

The undercover career is really not easy.

…

Tijuana also received the information immediately and placed it on Victor's desk.

"Missile bombing?"

Victor smiled, "Does he have more missiles than we do? Strike first! Don't we have the coordinates of several of their missile stations? Blow them up, and I want to see what they use to blow them up tomorrow!"

George Smiley nodded hurriedly.

Asymmetric intelligence meant that the war was at a disadvantage from the beginning.

Drug dealers fight with their pants down from the beginning.

"General, there is one more thing..."

"The United Nations will send a 30-member delegation to investigate the Northern Army's bombing of civilians during the war. It will include human rights, military and other departments and will evaluate us in all aspects."

"The leader is the Director of Peace Services, an...American."

Victor knocked on the table dissatisfied, "Our affairs do not need their evaluation. Are they planning to interfere in our anti-drug issues?"

"The draft adopted by the Security Council." George Smiley said with a sneer.

Mexico’s war on drugs is outrageous.

Missiles, bombers, etc. are all deployed. The United Nations is not just a bunch of people, they have to make some moves.

Of course, there was no Yankee push in this, and Victor didn't believe it.

Victor squinted.

Subconsciously, he grabbed the ashtray on the corner of the table next to him.

I really want to give someone a shot!

…