Soviet Godfather

"I want to say to the guerrillas and drug cartels who are opposed to the government, your good days are over. As long as Vargas is the president of one day, you will not have a good life every day. I swear in the name of God, I want to send Escobar to prison, and then extradited to our closest partner, the United States, to receive justice. And those guerrillas who rely on drug trafficking for funding, I will treat you like drug dealers, yours The home is only-prison..." Vargas' passionate inauguration speech was transmitted to thousands of households through TV signals, and Escobar was sitting in front of the TV and watching the triumphant Vargas silently.

From the moment Vargas was elected president, Escobar knew that his situation was even more dangerous. A president who is obedient to Americans is definitely not the result Escobar hopes to see. At this moment, Escobar looked at Vargas's face on the TV, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He picked up a valuable crystal whiskey glass and threw it at the TV.

"MD, bastard! Want to catch me, I'll kill you first!" The crystal glass fell to the ground and smashed to pieces, but the TV only cracked a bit, and the picture can still be played. Escobar frustrated from his hand. I picked up my favorite golden pistol on the wine table and shot Vargas's portrait on the TV.

"Bah!" After a gunshot, the imported TV worth tens of thousands of dollars stopped working completely. Escobar put down his beloved golden pistol, picked up the satellite phone on the side, and then skillfully pressed the old man of the Gorky Brotherhood. My friend Yuri's phone, and it didn't take long for the phone to get through.

"Hey, Yuri, my brother!" Escobar greeted Yuri in a different tone.

"Pablo, you have to realize that I no longer live in the United States. I now live in Switzerland. You have to know that there is a time difference between us!" Yuri complained with sleepy eyes.

"Oh, I'm very sorry, brother! I really didn't realize this problem." Escobar said quickly apologetically.

"Let's talk, what's the matter?" Yuri quickly stood up and left the bedroom lightly, because Jerkina was still asleep, and Yuri didn't want to wake her up. In recent days, Yuri and Jerkina have been very happily in Switzerland. Except for occasionally making phone calls to discuss business with customers in Mexico and Colombia, most of the time is spent on skiing, horse riding, and seaside. On vacation. Yuri is now planning to hold a wedding with Jerkina, and the venue is temporarily set in Austria. Yuri no longer plans to return to the United States. Although the US government has lifted his wanted, Yuri still has lingering fears. He plans to settle in Switzerland in the future and help Yakov take care of things in Italy. Mikhail, his younger brother, naturally took over all of Yuri’s business in the United States.

"Man, our President Vargas, he is too unpopular! He took hold of me as his political promise as soon as he came to power. I don't like his attitude towards me!" Escobar was angry. Said.

"So what do you want, and order a few more ships of munitions and hit Bogota?" Yuri asked, rubbing his tired eyes and yawning.

"No, brother! I want to find a capable killer to help me get rid of Vargas!" Escobar gritted his teeth.

"Can you not figure this out yourself? Why come to me?" Yuri asked a little dissatisfied.

"Hey, brother! My greatest wish is to allow me and my people to enjoy their wealth legally in our lifetime. If a Colombian kills Vargas, then I must be the biggest suspect. If I can Send a killer from Europe, then my suspicion is much smaller, because this matter can be pushed to Cuba and even the Soviet Union!" Escobar explained to Yuri.

"Pablo, it seems that you still don’t give up. Have you forgotten the final result of the plan between you and the Colombian government to repay the foreign debt? I tell you, the politicians who came to power by the votes did not have a few words in their mouths. Believe it! How long can their promise be maintained, and what will happen to a new president in four years?" Yuri persuaded with all his heart.

"Brother, I still want to try after all!" Escobar pleaded.

"Well, I can promise you this time, just this time after listening!" Yuri warned.

After Yuri hung up the phone, he went straight back and went to bed. It wasn't until the daytime that he estimated that Selesha should have gotten up, so he dialed Selesha's phone and told Selesha about the incident.

"Yuri, I agree with your plan in principle. This Vargas is simply an American dog. He actually wants to ban the import of Soviet cars. If he does this, how can I explain to Gorbachev? "Sergey Sha said dissatisfied.

"Then Sergey Sha, do you agree with this matter?" Yuri asked some surprises. He was already mentally prepared and wanted to persuade Sergey Sha. Now it seems that this rhetoric is useless.

"Yes, I agree! Let Yakov send the most capable person under him, remember, if you can get it done, you can get it back soon, don't let the Colombian government and the CIA find us!" After some instructions, UU reading www.uukanshu.com finally hung up. Everything that should be explained is finished, let Yuri arrange the rest.

After Yuri got the authorization of Sergei Sha, he said goodbye to Gina for the time being, and he flew to Naples overnight to find Yakov by his own business jet. When it was in Naples, Yuri told Yakov about the incident, and Yakov immediately found his capable man Rubik.

"You want me to kill the newly elected president of Colombia?" Rubick asked in surprise.

"It’s the customer’s request. We have to send someone over to show our attitude. This matter is also settled by the boss of Nicolas. After you arrive in Colombia, look at the opportunity and kill him if you have a chance. If it is true No, don't force it." Yuri asked.

"Good boss, give me a day to clean up and leave!" Rubick replied cleanly.

"Are you alone? Don't plan to bring a helper!" Yakov asked concerned.

"I want to take the Chebyshev who came back from Africa. This kid is very clever and more to my liking?" Rubik said without thinking about it.

"Chebyshev, why am I not impressed?" Yakov asked curiously.

"It's the one who used to be the head of the Friendly Africa Foundation in Mogadishu..." Rubik replied.

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