Capítulo 1289: Chapter 625: Lured In to Be Killed! (Part 2)
The dellin Cartel has several dozen assembly points.
“Damn!”
Chepe Sant Cruz angrily hung up the phone and said to his big brother, “Carlos Leder on the other side told it’s a rumor, but I wanted to talk to Pablo. In the end, he refused and told it was inconvenient.”
“I think sothing’s happened.”
Gilbert suddenly sat up straight, a strong sense of unease welling up inside him.
“Go get Herrera and William quickly, now!”
Chepe Sant Cruz understood the importance as well and didn’t wait for soone else to call them. He ran outside and shouted, his voice echoing down the hallway as if he were calling for a dog.
About four or five minutes later, several people ca rushing over, drenched in sweat.
“Big brother, what’s wrong?” Herrera, who looked just like an old farr, had been responsible for “cultivation” among the four brothers from the start. But now, as everyone turned to technology and fiercer tactics, even he had begun learning aggressively.
“We’re at a critical mont between life and death.” Big brother Gilbert said gravely, “Sothing’s happened with dellin.”
“I suspect Pablo is really dead.”
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The second brother Miguel’s son, William Rodriguez Orehuela, eyes narrowed, “Uncle, isn’t this a rumor?”
Gilbert took a deep breath, “There’s been so ambiguity on dellin’s end, but we need to act now. If we go on like this, we can only wait for death.”
“So big brother, what do you propose? We’ll listen to you.” The fourth brother Herrera asked nervously.
“Yeah, uncle, we’re listening to you.”
“Find a way to get so of you out, whoever can. Go to countries without extradition treaties with xico and the United States. Take the money. It’s enough for you to live peacefully for the rest of your lives. Stop dealing drugs.”
“What about you?”
Gilbert’s eyes were sharp, “I’ll stay here. Soone has to draw their fire. If we all leave, the intelligence agencies will definitely find out, and by then, none of us will be able to leave.”
If Gilbert, who always found hope in desperate situations, said such words, it ant they were truly at a critical life-and-death juncture.
The atmosphere beca sowhat oppressive and heavy.
“You go; I’m not leaving either.” the fourth brother Herrera laughed, “If I can’t do my planting, then there’s no point. Going to other countries would be living under soone else’s roof. Why bother?”
Chepe Sant Cruz and the younger William Rodriguez Orejuela wanted to speak but were stopped by Herrera, “Soone in the family has to carry on.”
That sentence silenced everyone.
“That goddamn Victor, goddamn xico, we’re not even doing business in xico anymore, so why do they want to wipe us out?” William said, lowering his head with so resentnt.
Gilbert looked at his nephew’s attitude, didn’t argue, but rather had so worry. With that unwilling attitude, without the guidance of elder family mbers, he would beco even more reckless.
Besides…
Would Victor spare the Cali Cartel’s executives?
He was soone who would step on an ant on the roadside, a drug trafficker who could not even leave a yolk in peace!
Ah!
Even the Cali Cartel was looking for an escape route, not to ntion others.
The atmosphere of panic and despair suddenly made dellin tremble, as if the entire city had lost its vibrancy.
The third figure Carlos Leder was sowhat panicked. Now he didn’t even dare to answer the phone. One call after another asked what exactly happened, and people did not treat him as politely as they did Pablo.
That tone beca increasingly impatient, that deanor increasingly unbalanced, and so even swore over the phone.
Carlos Leder was not very capable. He had always been an executor behind Pablo and Ochoa, but being the one giving orders now surely made him nervous.
The first order he gave was, “No newspapers circulation today,” “No internet connection.”
Isn’t it human nature to beco more curious when you prohibit it?
The people of dellin, who learned about “Pablo’s death” two or three hours later than the mainstream, panicked instantly, lying on the roadside in a daze as if their spirits had been drained from them.
So even lay directly on the road, crying out loud.
Mourning the passing of Pablo.
Even the frontline troops had a sense of wanting to surrender on the spot.
“Carlos!”
Pablo’s personal bodyguard, John Jairo Villarquez, rushed in through the door with an anxious look, “We can’t go on like this. We should let the boss co out and refute the rumor. Otherwise, people will disperse, and it will indeed be hard to lead the team.”
“But… but the boss is still in ICU.” Carlos Leder furrowed his brow tightly, also very excited, “Do I stuff the boss in front of the cara and make him speak? I’m a drug trafficker, not goddamn God!”
He pulled at his hair in frustration, at a loss.
If Pablo were crazy, it would be alright. At least he would still be alive, and everyone would regard him as a spiritual symbol. But if the spirit dies, then he’s truly dead!
John Jairo Villarquez’s lips moved slightly, “Or we could negotiate with the Colombian Governnt. We can lay down arms and surrender, but we should serve our sentences in dellin. We can even stop the drug business, but all must be declared innocent?”
Carlos Leder was stunned by his words. If he had said this a day ago, Carlos swore he would have killed him. But with that thought now, suddenly it seed reasonable.
“Would xico and the Allies agree?”
John Jairo Villarquez heard his words and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he agreed, it was fine. He patted Carlos on the shoulder — an action that, if Pablo were alive and Ochoa were around, would have definitely gotten his hand chopped off.
Who can just pat shoulders here?
But Carlos had no objections at all and instead listened attentively.
“Colombia is Colombia. Don’t we still have insiders? Just tell them we are willing to buy our lives with money. If they agree, we can pay. Will the governnt really give up tens of billions, even hundreds of billions of US Dollars?!”
“Makes sense, makes sense!”
Carlos Leder nodded vigorously, “I’ll contact Colombia right away.”
“Hold on, don’t rush too much, or they’ll really think we have no power to fight back. I think it’d be best to fight a bit, hold out for two or three days.”
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I would call you the dellin Li Chengwan.
Already prepared to surrender, yet still fighting?
But Carlos Leder, who had long lost his own judgnt, agreed without thinking and held onto John Jairo Villarquez’s hand, patting him on the back, “Now dellin depends on you and to hold it up together.”
“Don’t worry, Carlos, I’ll help you.”
After chatting for a while, John left. He looked back at Carlos, who was pacing, not calm at all.
Indeed, people label dellin as a dragon, two tigers, and three dog shits!
Relying on him would definitely lead to nowhere.
…
While Carlos and John were discussing the idea of surrendering, the Colombian frontline command center received the intelligence report.
As for who provided it?
That’s not important; after all, who in the world isn’t familiar with xico?
Erich Manstein looked at the intelligence report and then consulted with Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus and Deputy Commander Gerhard von Rundstedt.
Finally, the three of them deliberated back and forth until they ca up with a good plan.
Erich Manstein slapped the table, “Alright, then let’s do this. Have the Colombian Governnt agree to their policy and then lure them in to be killed!”
“Once the troops enter dellin, quickly arrest the mainstream leaders and mbers of the drug trade. What’s the difference between drug traffickers who lay down their arms and stray dogs?”
“Won’t this be condemned? The governnt will be heavily impacted!”
“No worries, Supre Leader Victor can handle it.”
Erich Manstein waved it off without any concern. He squinted his eyes, “We are soldiers. We only need to be responsible for the results.”
Military tribunal…
Victor goes first!
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