The woman's bust was large, and the sight dazzled them; their drool practically flowed out. The ard n on the ground were poor, never having seen such a beautiful woman before.
Their eyes shone with eagerness.
The man was fat and had large ears, and he seed to have so status. He furrowed his brows and said calmly, "Do you want money? I'll give it to you right now, just don't hurt us."
As he went to grab his wallet,
two drug traffickers couldn't resist anymore and grabbed the woman. She scread, and the man turned around furiously, burning with rage, "What are you doing!"
He lunged at them, but one drug trafficker got annoyed, kicked him down, and pulled the trigger repeatedly!
He shot him dead!
They pinned the woman down on the bed and raped her.
When several minutes later, the n walked out the front door zipping their pants with smug looks, the woman inside stared wide-eyed, her body riddled with bullet holes. These bastards even killed soone!
Drug traffickers are utterly lawless!
As they left, they also set a fire inside the Hilton.
The huge fire caught the surrounding buildings in its blaze, engulfing the entire street in flas.
Layers of ash spiraled up into the sky.
Many desperate refugees, seizing the mont, started looting while masking their faces. Considering Cancun City is a tourist destination with millions visiting each year, it was foreseeable that these tourists would beco targets for the ruthless criminals.
The entire city, under the "military rule" of drug traffickers, fell into deeper chaos with screams and roars everywhere. Call the police?
Ha, if you call them, they are the ones who answer.
Many had no choice but to contact embassies.
The United States, United Kingdom, Germany, Hungary, and other embassy phones were overwheld. They initially thought these were isolated incidents, but as the calls increased, they finally realized sothing was terribly wrong.
They frantically reported back to their countries.
But by the ti their bureaucrats realized what was happening, the slaughter within Cancun City hadn't stopped, and flights and ferries had ceased operations.
U.S. Consultant Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson hurriedly contacted Southern xico, but the person answering the phone grimaced, "It can't be stopped..."
"Damn it! You must minimize Arican losses. You bastards, is drug trafficking all you know? Idiots!" he roared furiously.
Most tourists in Yucatan were actually nearby Yanks, and many held significant positions, like CEOs of companies or state senators. It would indeed be embarrassing if sothing happened to them.
"I'll do my best."
"Don't 'do your best'! If you can't handle it, we'll handle you! Don't forget, without us, you're nothing!" Jeffrey Olson slamd the phone down in anger.
He picked up the coffee on the desk and gulped it down, then violently threw the cup to the floor.
"F*** squid!"
…
When the news of the riot in Cancun reached Victor's ears, he was receiving delegations from Brazil and Venezuela.
The "First World Anti-Drug Conference" was set to be held in Tijuana on May 8.
These people had arrived two days early.
The Brazilian side paid close attention to this event since the drug problem in their country was no less severe than in xico, with at least 10 million people involved, accounting for 3% of the population!
Moreover, gangs ran rampant, with organizations like "Red Command" being so of the top criminals; there were no good people in the slums. If you send in 11 special forces, 22 co out…
Split right down the middle.
They wanted to learn from Victor's advanced experience.
They sent the chiefs of the police departnt, the deputy mayor of Sao Paulo City Hall—the level was neither low nor high, but it was barely enough.
Venezuela was the sa…
At the welcoming banquet, he effortlessly mingled among these people. Who said he was aloof?
He just didn't bother flattering the Yanks.
What do you think you are, standing so close and gesturing to .
"Mr. Victor, if the governnt is inactive, deeply corrupt, and colludes with drug traffickers and gangs, what then?!" Suddenly, a stern-faced, bearded man approached with a wine glass, staring intently, posing a penetrating question.
The Brazilian delegates exchanged awkward glances when they saw him, while George Smiley whispered a few words beside Victor.
"Mr. Da Silva?"
"Yes!" the man nodded.
The Brazilian delegation was quite a joke this ti. The current president, Fernando Collor de llo, appeared clean on the surface, but Victor knew of the shaful things he had done.
For instance, taking advantage of his brother's business trip to have an affair with his sister-in-law.
And yet, he still pretended to be incorruptible, actually heavily engaging in bribery. Gangsters even called him "Mr. 10%" because he demanded a 10% kickback on any deal.
All this was docunted in files organized by the intelligence departnt.
The News Bureau's computers stored important intelligence from over 30 countries worldwide…
The response to Victor's anti-drug conference was also just a populist move; before attending, the Fernando Collor de llo governnt conducted a survey—74% supported the anti-drug initiative, beneficial for his election.
Apart from the governnt delegation, there was also a private delegation representing the Brazilian reactionary party. They paid their own way to attend the eting and had contacted the xican side before arriving.
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