Global manhunt for Pablo.
Casare’s eyebrows twitched upon hearing Victor’s words, "Boss, he’s Colombian."
"So what? Is that supposed to impress ?"
Victor glanced at him, "If he dares to traffic drugs, even if he’s the Pope of the Vatican, I’ll bring him down and smack him in the face in front of Jesus. The teachings of Jesus don’t cover him, so I’ll take it upon myself to discipline him."
"Many people in xico City might not be too happy about this..." Casare tried to put it delicately. They hadn’t even resolved their own ss yet, what if they antagonized the Colombians?
Facing the explosive attacks from xican drug traffickers every day was already terrifying enough.
"Who’s not happy? Give a list. Counter-terrorism needs a list, but to deal with traitors internally, all I need is coordinates."
"Those in xico City who don’t want to do it can roll out. Can’t we find a few obedient ones from a population of over a hundred million?" Victor scoffed with derision, picking up a cigarette from the table and lighting it, exhaling a puff of smoke, "In the march against drugs, I don’t need moralists with minds of their own, I only need banal yes-n."
Casare’s reply was stuck in his throat. He nodded vigorously, quickly adjusting his mindset, "Boss, whatever you do, I support you!"
Victor smiled, patting his shoulder with satisfaction, "Alejandro is getting old, you should help him shoulder more responsibilities."
Casare’s heart tightened; Alejandro wasn’t even 50 yet. Was the boss implying dissatisfaction with him?
Victor was indeed a bit displeased with Alejandro’s handling of the "31 FBI bodies" situation. Couldn’t he even "sar" properly?
More than 10 hours had passed and there had been no announcent.
With such low efficiency, Victor was very unhappy.
If Alejandro disappointed him, just as Victor had raised him up, he could also bring him down!
"Boss, if soone asks about our relationship with Colombia (7.27), what should we say?"
"Such a matter of defending justice, the Yanks will beat us to it in acknowledgnt."
If they could grab headlines every day.
They’d love to play the groom every day!
Casare agreed with this statent. Aricans, if there were journalists in hell, they would certainly be more willing to envelope Satan.
"Boss, what’s the bounty on Pablo?"
Victor contemplated for a mont, "300 million US dollars!"
Wow...
This was simply the highest in history. Bounty Hunters would go insane!
It was unclear if the rcenary groups would be tempted.
Many rcenaries did this kind of "bounty work." Three hundred million US dollars, a few years of company sales, but Pablo was a tough nut to crack.
But in this world, is there a shortage of warriors charging for money?
However, Victor actually preferred to catch him alive.
Then, in front of him, slaughter all his kin one by one, sentencing them to death according to "Victor’s Law." What do you think such a proud man would do at that ti?
Make him wish he were dead!
To flay him alive in front of the whole world, wouldn’t that give a sense of achievent?
As Casare was about to leave the office, the secretary knocked and entered, with a strange expression, "Director."
"What’s up?"
"The xican-Arican author Sandra Cisneros has expressly stated on an Arican TV show that she will nominate you for the Nobel Peace Prize in the September nominations."
????
Victor had weathered many storms, but this news still left him bewildered.
?
Nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize?
Casare also looked surprised. Who? Boss, the Peace Prize? Holy shit, if there were a "Bavarian Corporal" award, he’d be the one to be nominated.
Afraid the air might suddenly beco quiet.
The secretary chuckled nervously, nodding, "The last Ti Magazine had quite an impact in the US, accumulating a lot of fans. In fact, there are even people in the US who established the ’Victor Sect.’ The main crowd is so traditional white families, and their number is not small. They claim: Drugs are Satan’s excrent, and only the dead eat excrent.
They are very eager to be the vanguard in fighting drug traffickers, and the office received several letters expressing the desire to join the xican Drug Enforcent Departnt."
What’s this?
Fanatical believers? Or worshipers?
Victor scratched his head, thinking they were planning to beco... the Foreign Legion of the xican Anti-Narcotics Force?
How noble!
From 1940 to 2000, Arican pop culture thrived with rebellion at its core, and they really saw themselves as a lighthouse, a guardian angel of the Third World, the world’s custodian.
At that ti, the Three Musketeers of North Arica didn’t let down as they did later.
International warriors like Bethune and Louis Allee erged.
To the traditional white class, Victor’s crude thods were seen as defending the so-called bottom line.
"Where are the letters? Let see them."
The secretary hurried out and Victor, still smiling, told Casare, "Even soone like has fans."
"Boss, your charisma is like this." Fat Casare held up his thumb in praise, "You and Fidel Castro are both full of admiration in the Latin Arican world."
Victor pointed at him, "You, always with the smooth talk."
A couple of minutes later, the breathless secretary rushed in with the letters, all opened and checked to prevent any possible poisoning.
Victor took one and it read:
"Hi! Victor!"
"I’m delighted to write to you, I’m from San Francisco, USA. I want to tell you, you rock! Kill off those drug traffickers; they’ve turned our community into a ss. When will San Francisco’s idiot cops get rid of them?"
"If I beco president, I’ll definitely invite you to help with drug enforcent in the US."
"True Anglos hate the sll of DM."
"Mr. Victor, if needed, please contact !"
"We’re waiting for the real Jesus!"
A simple and modest letter, after looking at the others, they were more or less the sa, all expressing his "expectations."
Victor looked at Casare, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Perhaps, we should pay more attention to public opinion. Help contact a few friends who wrote the letters and Ms. Sandra Cisneros. I would like to invite them to Tijuana for a visit."
Victor was happy to smile at those who were on the sa side as him.
When he didn’t smile, you had to be careful.
Of course, when the smile was very stiff, it’s best to take your ashtray away.
The secretary nodded in response.
"Go find out how much the Nobel Prize costs," Victor whispered to Casare.
He still cared about this title a bit.
This ant that Victor’s influence was starting to expand from xico to the world!
Stuffing money? Bribery?
Of course not, this is called operation!
Victor wanted to progress too.
...
Santa Fe de Bogota.
A complete ss!
The brawl between the drug traffickers and the Governnt Forces lasted until 8 pm, when the commander of Colombia’s 76th Brigade, Isaac Asimov, was killed!
A shell fell directly on his command vehicle, sending him off to heaven on the spot.
The whole brigade was rubbed raw by the drug traffickers; if not for other brother units coming to their rescue later, they might have been annihilated!
But with the commander dead, they had lost a great deal of face.
Furthermore, during the subsequent personnel tally, they discovered about 200 people were missing!
Absolutely outrageous.
Angry drug traffickers began smashing nearby shops; they even dragged the bodies of EDM and HEAT mbers with vehicles, leaving blood all over the ground. So urinated on the bodies. These scenes were broadcast live by the news groups under the Cali Cartel!
Gilbert couldn’t care less about the notion of "getting rich silently" anymore.
His own younger brother, Miguel, was dead!
He needed to vent!
The Cali Cartel’s television reach extended to over 6 million households in Latin Arica; those who hadn’t been to Colombia wouldn’t understand what this na represented.
If dellin started with violence, then Gilbert and his brother were geniuses in business. Even if they were not drug trafficking, they might have still achieved significant success.
They had their own football team, competing in the Colombian professional league, as well as racehorses in the UK betting circles, and even had real estate companies in several Asian countries. It’s said they also had a team on Wall Street trading stocks for them.
They owned at least three publicly traded companies!
How much money they had, they didn’t even know themselves.
Once such a machine was activated, it was extrely terrifying!
A drug trafficker holding an AK4, wearing a mask and a Kevlar helt with military ENVG night vision goggles on top, looked... like he might be from the U.S. Military.
Behind him, drug traffickers were hoisting up a corpse, cutting the dead person’s facial features with a dagger, looking incredibly cruel!
The voice of the drug Lord ca through the mask, "We’ll catch the murderer who disrupted our conference! We will retaliate!"
"When you sleep, keep your eyes open, I’ll slash your throat, rape your wives, and kill your families!"
The tone was fierce and maniacal.
At least millions across Latin Arica saw these eyes and shuddered involuntarily.
Those with a strong Sixth Sense felt sothing was wrong.
It couldn’t be that Season S3 was about to begin, could it?
Impossible, these are just drug traffickers!
Um... A criminal organization better equipped than over two hundred countries worldwide.
Faced with the drug traffickers’ threats, the DEA wasn’t afraid. Besides the clumsy bear to the north, who should I fear?
Who could make tremble?
In Pablo’s "Naples" manor.
The living room was very dark, with no lights on at all.
Vaguely visible were several figures sitting, watching the television.
On it, a white-haired man was reading from a script in front of the cara.
"The spokesperson for the United States Drug Enforcent Administration (DEA) states that substantial progress has been made in the anti-drug operations against Colombian Drug Lords, resulting in the deaths of Cali Cartel’s second-in-command Miguel, dellin Cartel’s Blanco, and senior leader of the Trout Gang in Guatemala, Franco Vincent..."
"And they will pursue global arrest warrants against the surviving drug traffickers!"
"It also warns everyone not to test the DEA’s patience on the drug problem, as the United States has zero tolerance towards drug-related behavior!"
"The xican Drug Enforcent Agency announced a historical high bounty of 300 million US Dollars on Pablo, with over seven PMC companies already expressing interest."
"Mayor Casare Gonzalez of Ensenada City, xico, said to reporters: The North Arican Drug Syndicate is just a bunch of clowns in a frenzy."
"Mr. Victor and his Anti-Drug Force of more than ten thousand people will firmly maintain xico’s security and will not allow any more drugs to flow in."
Casare appeared on the television exactly at that mont.
He pointed, even knocked on the cara lens, his eyes deep, "Victor is watching you!"
In the living room shadows, the person sitting in the middle suddenly stood up, grabbed the gun from the coffee table, and aid at the television, biubiubiu!!
He short-circuited the television completely.
The gloomy face turned around -- it was Pablo himself, his eyes blood red, "DEA! Victor!"
His tone paused.
"Casare Gonzalez!!"
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