Antioquia Province. dellin. Inside Pablo's Villa.
A table faced the vast swimming pool outside, the expensive trees planted on both sides in sight, constantly patrolled by ard personnel with hunting dogs.
Pablo Escobar!
This most dangerous drug trafficker in Colombia, no, the whole world, bald-headed, devouring pasta, with sauce sared all over his mouth, the scar on his forehead resembling an angry... centipede, struggling and twisting.
On the ground, a man and a woman knelt, both naked. The man, quite handso, was trembling with fear, his voice quivering as he cried, "Boss, boss, it was this bitch who seduced , boss, boss!"
The woman widened her eyes at his words, rudely rebutting, "Bullshit, it was you, it was you who asked if I wanted to try sothing thicker than your boss's XX!!"
"Ah!! When you were doing , you even asked if Pablo was big!"
Pablo, who was eating, paused, tossed the fork aside, and stood up, turning his head with a blank expression, suddenly laughing, "How about I play you a little violin piece?"
"But... there isn't a violin."
He looked around, when seeing the mistress, his eyes widened, his mouth corners like a clown, "Got it, got it, hahaha."
Like he thought of sothing, hands trembling, he ran around the hall. The bystanders dared not stop him. Soon, Pablo ca out with an axe, laughing loudly, standing in front of the mistress, raising the axe — thump!!!
A single chop cut down.
"Ah—!!!!"
The mistress scread as terror, panic, and despair spread through her eyes, her leg chopped off, Pablo picked up the beautiful leg, placing it on his shoulder, as if carrying a violin, the axe scraping back and forth on it.
He even humd a tune, listening closely...
It wasn't too bad.
The blood seeping from the thigh instantly turned him into a bloodied figure, yet his face still wore an expression of "contentnt".
Dun dun dun~
When Ochoa, the dellin Cartel mber nicknad "the Gentleman" walked in, witnessing this bloody scene, his eyelid twitched, calling out with concern, "Boss Pablo."
The performing Pablo trembled, his cloudy eyes clearing slowly, lifting his head, looking at his brother, "Ochoa, huh."
"Clean this place up, and send this woman to feed my darling." He pointed to the woman, already passed out on the ground, his gaze moving to the man who had peed himself, sneering, "His indeed is bigger than mine."
"Then cut his off, let him work on the streets."
Following the order, subordinates rushed over, dragging the man and woman away, blood covering the floor, hastily mopped away.
"Let's go, talk in the study upstairs."
Ochoa forced a smile, nodding.
Ever since Boss Pablo's four sons were taken out by the xico Anti-drug Intelligence Bureau, his ntal state had been unstable, driven mad missing his sons, spending ti with hundreds of won daily, yet once used, they couldn't be with others.
As ti went, the harem concubines were left unattended?
So ended up with the bodyguards...
Those discovered faced the death penalty, dying grueso deaths, if not brutal, for, a drug trafficker who's not brutal, might as well be chanting scripture?
But Ochoa discovered his ntal issues, he was becoming insane, the most unacceptable being when Uruguayan Hobbs Fraser was killed by the Colombian Military. When the corpse was retrieved, a huge morial was held!
The whole city attended, with over ten thousand people, money distributed, each getting 100 US Dollars.
While people mourned in front...
Behind, Pablo involved himself with Hobbs Fraser's wife, having an affair at the site, behind the coffin partitioned area.
Being caught then...
This incident severely lowered Pablo's reputation, with his subordinates growing dissatisfied, if not for his "influence", a rebellion would've occurred long ago.
A psychiatrist was brought in, but Pablo shot him dead.
Only around Ochoa did Pablo seem normal.
Following Pablo, Ochoa watched his back, shaking his head, sighing, what could he say? He could only pray.
Once in the study,
He casually shut the door, Pablo slumped into a chair, head raised, mouth half open, "Ochoa, I feel... I won't live much longer, my condition is worsening."
!!!!
"Boss, don't say that, you're not sick." Ochoa, startled, hurriedly said, only for Pablo to signal him to stop speaking, rallying his spirit, "I'm aware of my own state."
"Alright, what brings you here, is Victor dead?"
See, his resentnt towards the xicans ran deep.
After all, they really ended his lineage.
"Intel from the Cali Cartel, the Colombian Governnt plans to join Ren Lian and has entrusted xico for military support. They might be planning to flip the table on us."
The prior assassination of the Vice President and Attorney General made Colombian President Cesar Gabriel Trujillo realize the necessity of removing this malignant tumor!
Do you know why?
Simply because the Vice President made a negative comnt about drug traffickers on TV...
This was yet another of nurous high officials who died at his hands, with Colombia now labeled by the United Nations as one of the most unsafe countries.
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