Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 352 I really want to cut someone’s head open!

Santa Fe de Bogota, Colombia.

The Medellin Cartel is doing very well.

If the previous trend had continued, Pablo would have been forced into a desperate situation by the US DEA and FBI.

It won't be long before we have to go to "Drug Dealer on the Roof".

But Victor's sudden appearance caused the FBI and the Pentagon to significantly lower their ratings of the "drug lord threat."

If Victor next to him doesn't handle the situation well, it will have a great impact on the destiny of the United States. If he is not careful, it may even become a laughing stock in Latin America.

Compared to him, what is a drug dealer?
What else can a chamber pot do besides occasionally emitting a foul smell?
It is fundamentally impossible to overthrow the United States.

The most important thing is that the FBI urgently needs the drug lord’s funds, so the Statue of Victory was blown up. Anyway, that thing has been shabby for a long time.

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

4 month 5 day.

For Pablo's youngest daughter's birthday, he spent 200 million US dollars to customize a Disney doll in the image of his daughter, with 36 emeralds on it. The extravagance was jaw-dropping.

He even held a buffet in his hometown of Medellin where anyone could come and eat and get paid, $100 per person!

NMD!

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

When he walked onto the balcony holding his beautifully dressed daughter, the crowd gathered below cheered loudly.

"Do you like it? This is what your father shot 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 called out sweetly.

"Big brother!"

At this moment, his younger brother Robert Escobar came over with a nervous look on his face. He was the accountant and one of the founders of the drug cartel Medellin. After his brother's death, he chose to switch to the mobile phone industry and launched a mobile phone named after his brother.
Later, when Netflix was filming "Narcos", he also asked for 10 billion US dollars in compensation.

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

My daughter nodded obediently.

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

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

Boss Medellin's originally peaceful eyes suddenly turned sinister. He was about to hold a cigarette in his hand, but when he heard this, he suddenly looked at Robert. Robert shuddered and said, "An organization called Hydra has claimed responsibility."

"Hydra?"

Pablo muttered a few words, then angrily kicked over the coffee table. The guests in the distance all looked over curiously and saw him grabbing his brother's collar like an angry lion.

Others quickly shifted their gazes.

But I'm still curious, what exactly happened?
"Fuck Hydra, this is Marvel! Someone is definitely out to get us, damn it! It must be that fucking Mexican bitch."

Robert's face flushed. He felt a little embarrassed to be mentioned by his eldest brother, but he didn't dare to retort. He stammered, "Victor also made an objection speech, opposing this behavior. It should...it shouldn't be him."

"Nonsense! Does Victor dare to admit it? He launched a terrorist attack, does he dare to admit it? Is your brain full of bullshit?!" Pablo cursed angrily.

Robert could feel the strange looks from the guests around him, and couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his heart. After all, he was a human being, and he was not scolded or beaten at will.

Did you build Medellin all by yourself?

Ever since the Inter-American Drug Association supported drug traffickers to establish their own regime in southern Mexico, his mentality seems to have changed. He is no longer as cautious as before and has even scolded the Colombian president several times in televised speeches.

Say he's meddling too much!

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

Gone!

He has become a bit stingy towards his subordinates, gradually becoming less generous and moody. Many leaders of the organizations below him, if not complaining a lot, have some small grumbles.

But when he heard this little complaint, he thought that his younger brother didn't respect him and killed his entire family!
Although Medellin looks prosperous now, Robert, Pepelusa and other relatives actually understand that it is far behind the Cali Group next door!

As if he was very proud of himself.

"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 let me go to jail and take the blame for you, but you have to ask me to do such a high-level task.

I, your younger brother, am very incompetent!
"Don't we have missiles? Let's launch them from the southern area to Tijuana. No matter what, we must teach him a lesson. Pepelusa's death cannot be in vain."

Pablo let go of his hand, his eyes looked murderous, and he lowered his voice so that only the two brothers could hear him, "Whether Victor did it or not, we need to vent our anger. Otherwise, everyone will think that the Medellin Cartel and the American Drug Association are soft persimmons."

sorry!

Victor, you take the blame.

It turned out to be the case.

"Also, have someone check who Hydra is. I don't believe it. Is this really a Marvel superhero? Even if he's a mutant, I'll have to shoot him a few times!"

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

This is…

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

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

Robert looked at this scene in shock.

He was a drug dealer, so he naturally knew what the eldest brother's expression just now meant.

He is addicted to drugs!!!

You know, Pablo would never allow his men to take drugs. He even broke the leg of one of his cousins ​​because he took drugs.

But now he is taking drugs himself!
Robert's mouth was trembling.

A familiar guest nearby saw him like this and thought he was frightened by his eldest brother, so he came over and tried to comfort him.

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

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

He didn't notice that there were eyes watching him from behind.

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

Pepelusa is dead!

This was the Minister of Finance and most importantly, Pablo’s cousin, definitely a high-ranking figure in the Southern Narcotics Government.

Killed by someone...

It's a bit embarrassing.

In the city of Cancun on the Yucatan Peninsula, the Southern Narcotics Government is based.

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 nominal president, Elvis Salinas, was bored and had little power; he was just a puppet.

He was originally serving in the US Marine Corps and was going to be sent to Japan, where he could have a taste of Japanese women, but who knew he would be sent here to be president. He yawned and looked at the noisy representatives, feeling a little bored. If all else failed, he might as well have a fight.

"Victor, what did Mr. Pablo say?" Suddenly, a big man sitting at the front of the table turned around and asked Ethan Hunt who was sitting below.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to him.

As Medellin's representative in the Southern Drug Cartel Alliance and in charge of the entire alliance's intelligence agency, his status is not low.

"Mr. Pablo demands that we conduct a missile strike on Tijuana!"

hum~
Everyone looked at each other.

Elvis Salinas, who was sitting in the first seat, was also shocked. He was indeed a Colombian who started fighting as soon as he disagreed with someone.

"Was it those bastards from the north who did it?" someone asked with a frown.

Ethan Hunt still had a blank expression on his face and shook his head. "There is no evidence. The boss's idea is to find someone to vent our anger on. Otherwise, if we go out and hang around, others will think we are easy to bully."

There is some truth to this.

"It's true. 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 Northern Army's bombers can be over our heads in half an hour!" Someone objected.

"So we're just going to be cowards? Then we might as well just disband. Everyone take the money and leave. You can go back to your wife x."

boom!
The drug lord who was scolded slammed the table and stood up. The people next to him also stood up and scolded him back.

There is a tendency for violence to break out over any disagreement, and the level of excitement is definitely higher than that of South Korean politics.

Ethan Hunt just sat there. He didn't take sides, and there was no need to take sides. Pablo's influence here was unparalleled.

"Enough!" Finally, the big man who had just asked the question shouted angrily with a gloomy face.

Everyone shut up unwillingly.

Everyone knows this big guy.

Abrego, one of the three heroes of Mexico, a remnant of the south, a minister of the former dynasty, and the leader of the Gulf Group!
He is not the incompetent person like Tijuana, nor the short-sighted person like Sinaloa. He is a tough guy with iron bones and a strong character. When the Northern Army was rampant in the north, he saw that Victor was just a government running dog!

But he was not panicked at all. He continued to smoke and play with women. Even when he saw his "good brothers" being dismembered by Hummers on TV, he was not afraid.

Anyway, the main business of the Gulf Group is in the South.

Now he is the last Mexican drug lord of his generation, and all the others who come after him are newcomers
The drug dealer world does not emphasize seniority, but the surviving veterans of the past still need to be respected.

Abrego now serves as the Cabinet Prime Minister for the Southern Drug Traffickers!
Ok……

It's really like playing house.

Abrego saw that everyone still gave him face after he spoke, and his expression relaxed a little. He pondered for a moment and nodded, "Find a way to throw the dirty water on Victor, and then launch missiles to counterattack! Besides, at a time like this, we can completely break through the diplomatic barriers. People have died in Haiti, Japan, and Italy. We can apply to establish diplomatic relations. If they admit it, then our legitimacy will be raised to a higher level."

We still have to rely on the older generation.

Abrego glanced at them and said, "We do need to express our anger. We are no longer an ordinary drug cartel, but a political power. Young people should stop focusing on fighting and killing. We need to use our brains."

Use your brain?
The average person here has only graduated from elementary school, and their combined brains weigh only ten kilograms of water.

MD, he got it right!
"Print a document for the gentleman to sign," he said to the secretary who was busy beside him.

The latter was startled, then nodded quickly, and soon came over with the document and handed it to Abrego, who handed it to Elvis Salinas, "Sign here, sir."

"Should we ask the Americans?" Elvis whispered.

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

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

"Missile launch on April 4, targeting Tijuana!"

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

Elvis Salinas was feeling a little jealous. Was he the president or was 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?
The head follows the butt. There were many times when he felt that he was destined to succeed. If he could lead the Southern Group to defeat the Northern Army, he would definitely be the father of Mexico!
He looked at the "Prime Minister", with a hint of dissatisfaction and struggle in his eyes.

At this moment, Abrego seemed to enjoy everyone's attention very much, he even had the urge to replace Elvis!
Why can't Americans let themselves be president?

Me too!
The Gulf Group was not seriously damaged at all. Its influence is mainly in the south. It also controls many channels in and out of Central America, South America and Canada. Here, Pablo of Colombia has no choice but to cooperate with it.

In the ancient parlance, he is the "Regent!"

Under one man, above ten thousand: No need to bow when entering the court, no need to name when praising or bowing, no need to name when writing imperial edicts, only need to wear sword and shoes when entering the palace! !
Abrego is also ambitious.

Why should these dozen southern states and tens of millions of people be handed over to just one child?
Since Victor can take charge of the north, he can naturally take charge of the south as well.

No one is nobler than anyone else.

Ethan Hunt just watched this scene quietly. The drug dealers in the South were not harmonious. Could they create some trouble?

Cause some internal strife?

Elvis Salinas was not one to settle for anything less than peace.

After the meeting, Ethan Hunt was about to leave when he was stopped by someone who invited him to have a drink. He smiled bitterly, told the other person that he had an inflammation recently, and declined the invitation.

After returning to the office, the news was passed on through special channels.

Looking at the sea outside.

Ethan Hunt actually felt a little tired.

Being an undercover agent is really not easy.

……

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

"Missile bombing?"

Victor smiled, "Do they have as many missiles as we do? It's better to strike first! Don't we have the coordinates of several of their missile bases? Blow them up. I want to see what they use to bomb tomorrow!"

George Smiley nodded hurriedly.

The asymmetric intelligence meant that we were at a disadvantage from the very beginning of the war.

The drug dealers started out fighting with their pants down.

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

"The United Nations will send a 30-member delegation to investigate the bombing of civilians by the Northern Army during the war. It will include human rights, military and other departments, and will conduct a comprehensive assessment of us."

"The leader is the head of the Peace Service, an... American."

Victor knocked on the table in dissatisfaction. "We don't need them to evaluate our affairs. Are they going to interfere in our drug control issues?"

"The draft adopted by the Security Council," said George Smiley with a wry smile.

Mexico's war on drugs has gone too far.

Missiles, bombers and so on were all deployed. The United Nations is not a spectator and they also have to make some moves.

Of course, Victor doesn't believe that there was no American instigation.

Victor squinted.

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

I really want to open someone’s head!

……

(End of this chapter)