Chapter 155 Medellin Group!

Colombia. Antioquia Province capital. Medellin!

As one of the three musketeers in Latin America, the women's X00X here is a circle bigger than that in Mexico.

But what is really memorable is probably that it gave a new definition to drug cartels!

It is also linked to a man named Pablo Escobar!

He was born in a poor family in Colombia in 1949. He grew up in a harsh environment. Because of poverty, he did not go to school for a few days. From the age of seven or eight, he made a living by stealing and reselling tombstones.

Later, he started reselling cars, which made him earn his first pot of gold in his life!

But because Medellin is a natural port, it is very suitable for smuggling. There are nearly 300 local drug cartels of all sizes!

Pablo Escobar certainly would not not intervene in such a profitable business, but the city already belonged to others, so he developed his own power in the countryside!

After making money, he did not expand production like other drug dealers, but formed a private armed force and hired foreign experts. This force became a sharp sword in his hand, helping him to sweep the major drug lords in Colombia.

In the mid-1970s, the Colombian government army imported the Skylark armed helicopter from France to adapt to jungle warfare. Then, Pablo saw it and sent three planes to land the helicopter at his private airport. This Skylark later became his special helicopter.

At that time... the two brothers of the famous Cali Group were digging tunnels to steal bank vaults at this time, and had not yet formed the "Four Godfathers".

By the 1980s, the Medellin drug cartel could transport 70 to 80 tons of drugs to the United States every month, bringing Pablo Escobar great wealth, and his personal net worth reached 30 billion US dollars.

Maybe it is not clear how rich he is, but he spends 1,000 US dollars every month to buy rubber bands to tie banknotes. After he has money, he plans to launder and legalize.

He calls himself the "Bolivar of South America" ​​and a pioneer in resisting "the United States".

He also declared in the media that he would not be responsible for the 25 million drug traffickers in the United States. He began to donate a lot of money and arranged local poor people to work in his drug manufacturing factory.

Directly provided 300,000 jobs!

Since he had such a large mass base, he planned to take a big chance and become famous forever. What should he do?

Run for president!

Just when he was in the limelight, a photo of him being arrested by Medellin police for drug trafficking in 1976 made the front page headlines.

This completely ruined his presidential dream.

Pablo Escobar completely turned evil from that day on. He killed all the police who arrested him at that time and then hung him at the door of the police station. His opponent Galan proposed a national drug ban in his speech, which made him die on the street!

This made the Colombian government very angry and issued a bounty order, but within two days, all the members of the task force responsible for his case were killed. Pablo turned around and won the Attorney General with 100 million US dollars. Three days later, the other party was dead in the wilderness!

The Colombian government was convinced, but the Americans certainly couldn't let him be so arrogant. With the help of its military advisers, the government organized 5,000 soldiers to board the US Hercules transport plane and 10 F16 air support to raid Medellin's nest in March 1984.

150 people were killed and more than 1,000 people were arrested, but... Pablo ran away.

Tooth for tooth, blood for blood. One month later, he sent assassins to assassinate the commander-in-chief of the operation, Colombian Minister of Justice Lara!

60 armed men were sent to rush into the judicial building under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles. A scene that shocked the world occurred, kidnapping senior officials of the entire country's judicial department.

In 1987, Pablo Escobar's sworn brother Ochoa was arrested. Five consecutive judges did not dare to try him. In the end, the Colombian government had no choice but to release him.

In 1989, the United States Aviation Administration used reconnaissance satellites to accurately locate the location and situation of the Medellin Group. Colombia launched the largest anti-drug operation in history. 200 special forces soldiers trained by the United States were airborne directly, and thousands of soldiers from the most elite 14th Brigade of the National Defense Force surrounded the area from both sides, cutting off the escape routes on the road and the sea.

Finally, 50 F16s were dispatched to form a bomber group.

But...

Pablo Escobar still ran away.

This made both the United States and Colombia lose face!

He should be the first drug dealer to be bombed by the United States. Compared with him, Mexican drug dealers are really like fighting with elementary school students.

Although Pablo Escobar is very cool, please don't encourage him. Any drug trafficking organization is the enemy of mankind.

But now in 1990, he is still alive!

It seems that there is also a man named Kun Sa in this era in Cape Golden X. Well, sooner or later, he will be hung on the wall on the roadside. Cape Golden X welcomes Victor to guide the anti-drug work and teach Mexico's advanced Victorism anti-drug!

In a 30-acre mansion in Medellin.

This place occupies the hillside, with a good view. You can see the government building opposite at a glance. There are several armored vehicles and an armed vehicle covered with military green tarpaulin parked at the door, but from the way it looks, it looks like a surface-to-air missile, but I don’t know what model it is.

And 300 meters outside the villa, there is a sign.

It says in Spanish: "Police and dogs are not allowed to enter!"

Arrogant, really NMD arrogant.

A red line was specially drawn.

There were many police cars parked outside this line, and a policeman squatted on the fire hydrant next to it and smoked a cigarette.

"When will the meal be served?" A policeman said to his colleague, holding his stomach and looking at his watch.

"Don't worry, it should be soon. Look! It's coming." The colleague pointed to Pablo Escobar's mansion and saw someone pushing a cart out, which was full of delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

The air was still filled with fragrance.

When the cart passed the red line, the police rushed over and took direct action. They also prepared red wine and drank directly from the bottle.

The drug dealer who delivered the meal looked at this scene with contempt.

The welfare benefits of the Colombian and Mexican military police, let's put it this way, the eldest brother does not laugh at the second brother.

Keeping an eye on Pablo Escobar every day is the "best" job of the Medellin Police Department. Many policemen are scrambling to come here, because there is food here every day at noon.

Delicacies from the mountains and the sea, big fish and meat!

These are things that low-level military police like them will never eat in their lifetime.

Every afternoon, ordinary people would wait at the door of the mansion, waiting for the garbage truck inside to come out, and then rush to grab the uneaten food.

People who have been to Medellin describe it this way.

There are poor people everywhere!

They are selling their dignity and lives.

So, when a drug dealer says that he will provide employment for 300,000 people, you can imagine how great his reputation will be. For the people struggling on the lifeline, no matter what drug dealer you are, you are the savior at this time!

Later, when Pablo was shot dead, nearly 30,000 people braved the heavy rain to send him to his body. This... is really ironic.

The performances of the grass-roots troupe are always memorable.

This is also one of the reasons why the entire Latin America cannot completely get rid of drug lords.

When the granaries are full, you know etiquette, and when you have enough food and clothing, you know honor and disgrace!

"Brother Gomez, why is it so good today?" A young policeman, with a mouth full of oil and a pigeon in his hand, raised his head and asked the drug dealer who was smoking opposite.

"A big shot is here today, and the boss is happy."

Big shot?

The police looked at each other.

The drug dealer named Gomez obviously didn't care, "Mr. Aguilar from Mexico, Juarez, what? Do you want to meet him?"

The young policeman smiled and waved his hands, not daring to ask more questions. If he knew too much, he would die faster. He became a policeman just to make a living, so why bother "taking care" of things that had nothing to do with him?

And at this time in the mansion.

A dozen round and well-proportioned Colombian models took off their clothes and wrestled in the restaurant.

Two men sat opposite, crossed their legs and smoked. One of them was Aguilar, and the other one had fluffy hair, a round face, and looked like an ordinary passerby. Pablo Escobar.

"Your Mexican drug cartel is not doing well now, so is Victor really that fierce? Can he be more fierce than the Americans?"

Aguilar smiled bitterly, "Two days ago, Armando was caught and executed by him."

"Oh?"

Pablo's hand was like a ton, turned his head, and looked at the other party with a surprised expression.

He had seen Armando, the young man, who was smart, clever, ruthless, and most importantly, he knew the big picture and would not steal the limelight from the boss. He had tried to poach him several times, but Armando still wanted to develop "locally".

He died!

"Quintero of the Guadalajara Group was also arrested by the police two days ago and handed over to the DEA."

Pablo frowned when he heard this, threw the cigar into the trash can, and took a puff, but the 100-dollar cigar had no taste. "I know Zambada was executed, but I didn't expect that it would be so short, and some died or ran away."

Aguilar took a deep breath, "So, we, the Juarez Group, the Gulf Group, and the Sinaloa Group, plan to establish a North American Drug Trafficking Association and invite the Medellin Group to join."

"In order to show our sincerity, we will only charge 30% of the profit for goods entering the United States through Mexico in the future."

In the past, we charged half of the goods, which was the plan given by Gallardo.

"But we need to form mutual assistance in all aspects, including military support."

"Latin America is big, the world is big, and our market of billions of people is still sufficient. We don't have to worry about drug addicts. What we have to do is to withstand the police's attack. Failed drug cartels have no benefits."

"We also plan to contact the warlords of Guatemala and El Salvador. When we unite, we can have tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of armed forces. Which do you think is more attractive, the president of Colombia or the founding emperor of the new country?"

When Pablo heard this, his eyebrows raised and his heart beat.

He was shocked by Aguilar's words. So big? North American Drug Trafficking Association? From the sound of him, he also plans to establish a drug dealer country?

Hehe...

How is it possible!

How is it impossible!

If the association established by this drug dealer has hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, plus missiles, armored vehicles, tanks, and airplanes!

With such force, we have to ask, how heavy is the tripod in Latin America!

Pablo admitted that Aguilar's "big pie" hit his heart.

With more money, his ambitions grew.

He pondered for a moment, "Who will be the president?"

Aguilar's eyes twitched, he knew the other party would ask this question, "Rotation, one year rotation, this year it's the Juarez Group's turn, but you have a veto, no decision will be passed without your consent."

"Then if the Americans deal with me, will you help me?"

"The North American Drug Trafficking Association will not leave any of its partners behind!" Aguilar said in a deep voice.

Pablo finally smiled when he heard this. His pressure was not as easy as he showed. If the Americans had not been affected by external pressure, it was said that there was trouble in the Middle East, I am afraid that he would be suffering from it now. The blow will be greater.

He needs allies!

As for whether this North American Drug Trafficking Association will make the United States unhappy?

MD, when have drug cartels ever had fun messing with America?

The CIA has no shares in the Medellin Group, so who do they think they are?

"If possible, I hope to contact the Cali Group." Aguilar glanced at him and said.

Pablo squinted. He hated hearing the name of this competitor, but he knew that he needed more friends on this road.

Moreover, the Cali Group also has a nickname: "Latin American KGB". Even if the CIA comes to their intelligence work, everyone has to admire them.

The Cali Group opened a telecommunications company, so they could use technology to monitor the calls between the CIA and officials. They did do this. Then there were about 5,000 taxi drivers who were their informants. As long as you are a foreigner, you will be arrested. track.

How awesome is it?

Their distribution network spans the Americas, Europe, and Asia, and many employees don't even know they are selling drugs, but instead work for the Fortune 500.

"Yes, I will ask Ochoa to contact brothers Gilbert and Miguel, but I am not sure whether these two people will join."

Aguilar breathed a sigh of relief, "They should understand that this is the inevitable trend!"

If the Cali Group does not want to be excluded from the entire drug trafficking market in North America, it has no choice but to join.

"Smart people should wake up!"

Pablo nodded, "After you get the people together, I hope we can have a formal meeting."

"Where?"

“Just at the new Attorney General’s Building in Colombia.”

A fanatic is a fanatic!

Aguilar thought for a moment and nodded, then picked up the wine glass next to him and said, "I wish our career will be more brilliant."

Pablo also gulped down the red wine and pointed at the dozen models, "They will all be yours tonight. I hope you can have a good body."

Looking at those women, Aguilar's eyes were also shining brightly.

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At this time, Victor returned to his "place of rise", the plateau prison!

That door...

Drug dealers cleaned the ground early in the morning, even removing weeds from the cracks.

There were even banners on the walls!

The prison guards put on new clothes and stood in two rows. As soon as Victor got off the car, the applause lasted for a long time.

Victor smiled and nodded towards them, and said to Harris next to him, "Everyone seems to be in good spirits. How are the drug dealers? Are they still obedient?"

Harris nodded, "Most of them are obedient, but there are also a few thorns."

"How prickly is it?"

"The sewing machine was inactive and even damaged the machine several times, causing considerable losses. Moreover, the drug lords in the third prison district have not paid the sanitation fee for a long time, and their outside associations refused to pay us. "

Victor started fighting with them, and of course several drug gangs outside refused to pay.

"No money? This is difficult to handle. What day is today?" Victor murmured a few words.

Casare understood immediately.

"Boss, it's my grandmother's 100th birthday."

"Well, let the old man live a more comfortable life. Go to the work station and the third prison and pull a few people out. I will kill them and celebrate the old man's birthday!"

Casare kept thanking him from the side. Harris glanced at it and said, CNMD, how come this bitch is getting more and more mean? We haven’t seen each other for a long time. Why did he become so disgraceful? It’s your grandmother’s birthday. Why didn’t you talk about your aunt? Now I'm pregnant again.

Or you can say that your cousin Dragan’s memorial day is fine.

Why!

It would be great if I could be as clever as him.

All I can say is that this is talent.

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