Chapter 203 What? Victor Is Nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize?

Pablo is wanted worldwide.

Casare frowned when he heard Victor's words, "Boss, he is Colombian."

"What? Is he awesome?"

Victor glanced at him, "He dares to sell drugs. Even if he is the Pope of the Vatican, I will pull him down and slap him in front of Jesus. I will discipline those who can't be taught by Jesus."

"I'm afraid many people in Mexico City are not very happy..." Casare tried to be more tactful. He hasn't solved the shit in his crotch yet. What if he angers the Colombians?

Facing the bombing attacks of Mexican drug dealers every day, he is already trembling with fear.

"Who is not happy? Tell me the list. Counter-terrorism requires a list, but internally dealing with traitors only requires coordinates."

"Those who don't want to work in Mexico City can get out. Can't you find a few obedient people among hundreds of millions of people?" Victor sneered, picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it, and blew out a puff of smoke from his mouth. "In the pace of drug control, I don't need ideological moralists, I only need vulgar yes-men."

Casare's words got stuck in his throat, and he nodded vigorously, and soon adjusted his mentality, "Boss, I support you in everything you do!"

Victor smiled, and he patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "Alejandro is old, you have to help him share more responsibilities."

Casare's heart tightened. Alejandro is less than 50 years old. What the boss said means that he has an opinion on him?

Victor is indeed a little dissatisfied with the other party's performance on the "31 FBI corpses". Don't you even know how to "slander"?

It has been more than 10 hours now, and it has not been announced to the public.

Victor was very unhappy with such low efficiency.

If Alejandro made him unhappy, Victor could help him up or suppress him!

"Boss, what should we say if someone asks us about the relationship between Colombia (7.27) and us?"

"Americans will rush to admit this kind of justice-defending thing before us."

If they could be in the limelight every day.

They would like to be bridegrooms every day!

Casare also agreed with this statement. Americans, if there were reporters in hell, they would definitely prefer to believe in Satan.

"Boss, what is the bounty on Pablo?"

Victor pondered for a moment, "300 million US dollars!"

Damn...

This is simply the highest in history, bounty hunters must be crazy!

I just don't know if those mercenary groups will have the same idea.

Many mercenaries also do this kind of "bounty work". 300 million US dollars is the company's sales for several years, but Pablo is a little difficult to beat.

But does this world lack warriors who charge for money?

However, Victor actually wanted to catch him alive.

Then, in front of him, all his relatives were killed one by one, and he was sentenced to death according to the "Victor Law". What do you think will happen to such a proud man?

Let him be in agony!

Do you think it would be a great sense of accomplishment to skin him alive in front of the whole world?

Casare was about to leave the office when the secretary knocked on the door and walked in with a strange expression, "Director."

"What's wrong?"

"Mexican-American female writer Sandra Cisneros publicly stated on an American TV show that she will nominate you as the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize in September."

? ? ? ?

Victor has seen all kinds of storms, but he was still a little confused when he heard the news.

Me?

Nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize?

Casare was also surprised next to him. Who? The Boss Peace Prize? Damn it, if there was a "Bavarian Corporal" award, he should have been nominated.

I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.

The secretary smiled awkwardly and nodded, "The last issue of Time magazine had a good influence in the United States and accumulated a lot of fans. There were even people in the United States who specially established the "Victor Sect". The main group was some traditional white families, and there were quite a few of them. They claimed that drugs were Satan's shit and only dead people eat shit. They also hoped to become the vanguards in the fight against drug dealers. The office also received several letters from people who hoped to join the Mexican anti-drug forces."

What is this?

Fanatics? Or admirers?

Victor scratched his head. They planned to be... the foreign legion of the Mexican anti-drug forces?

So noble!

There were a lot of American pop culture from 1940 to 2000, and rebellion was engraved in their bones. Moreover, they really thought that they were beacons, protectors of the third world, and defenders of the world.

At this time, the three heroes of North America were not as bad as they were later.

International fighters like Bethune and Rewi Alley appeared.

Victor's rough methods in the eyes of others were just maintaining the so-called bottom line for the traditional white class.

"Where's the letter? Show it to me."

The secretary hurried out, and Victor smiled and said to Casare, "People like me also have fans."

"Boss, this is your personality charm." Fatty Castro gave a thumbs up and praised, "You are like Fidel Castro, you are definitely a person who is admired by the Latin American world."

Victor pointed at him, "You, you are so good at talking."

Two or three minutes later, the secretary ran in breathlessly, holding letters in his hand, which had been split to prevent someone from poisoning them.

Victor took it and saw one of them.

"Hi! Victor!"

"I am very happy to write to you. I am from San Francisco, USA. I want to tell you that it is so cool! Kill those drug dealers. They have made our community a mess. When will the idiot police in San Francisco get rid of them?"

"If I become president, I will definitely invite you to come to the United States to help fight drugs."

"Real Anglos hate the taste of DM."

"Mr. Victor, please contact me if you need it!"

"We are waiting for the real Jesus!"

It was a very simple and plain letter. After reading the other letters, they were all similar and expressed his "expectation".

Victor looked at Casare and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Perhaps, we should pay more attention to public opinion. Please help me contact some friends who wrote letters and Ms. Sandra Cisneros. I hope to invite them to Tijuana."

Victor is happy to smile at people who are on the same side as him.

When he doesn't smile, you have to pay attention.

Of course, when the smile is very stiff, it is best to take away your ashtray.

The secretary nodded in response.

"Go and find out how much the Nobel Prize costs." Victor whispered to Casare.

He still cares about this title.

This shows that Victor's influence has begun to spread from Mexico to the world!

Money? Bribery?

Of course not, this is called operation!

Victor also wants to make progress.

...

Santa Fe Bogota.

The whole place is in chaos!

The melee between drug dealers and government forces lasted until eight o'clock in the evening, and Isaac Asimov, the commander of the 76th Brigade of Colombia, was killed!

A shell landed directly on his command vehicle and went up to the sky.

The whole brigade was being harassed by drug dealers. If other brother units hadn't come to rescue them, they would have been wiped out!

But the commander was dead, which was a huge loss of face.

Moreover, in the later personnel accounting, it was found that about 200 people were missing!

It was simply outrageous.

The angry drug dealers began to smash the surrounding shops. They even dragged the bodies of EDM and HEAT members with cars. The ground was covered with blood, and some people urinated on the bodies. All these scenes were broadcast live by the News Group under the Cali Group!

Gilbert didn't care about making a fortune "silently".

His own brother Miguel was dead!

He wanted to vent!

The TV station under the Cali Group radiates more than 6 million households in Latin America. People who have not been to Colombia will not understand what this name means.

If Medellin started out with violence, then the Gilbert brothers are geniuses in business. Even if they don't sell drugs, they might have achieved some success.

They have their own football team, horse racing in the Colombian professional league, real estate companies in the British horse racing grounds, and even in many Asian countries. It is said that there is also a team on Wall Street that trades stocks for them.

At least three listed companies are under their names!

They don't even know how much money they have.

Once such a machine is started, it is very scary!

A drug dealer leader is holding an AK4, wearing a mask, a strong body, a Kevlar helmet, and a military ENVG helmet-type night vision goggles. It looks like... I thought he was an American soldier from somewhere.

The drug dealer behind him is hanging a corpse and cutting the facial features of the corpse with a dagger. It looks very cruel!

The voice of the drug trafficker leader came from under the mask, "We will catch the murderer who destroyed our conference! We will take revenge!"

"Please open your eyes when you sleep, I will cut your throat, rape your wife, and kill your family!"

The tone was fierce and crazy.

At least millions of people in Latin America saw these eyes and shuddered suddenly.

People with strong sixth sense felt something was wrong.

Is the S3 season about to start?

It shouldn't be possible, these are just drug dealers!

Well... criminal organizations with better weapons and equipment than more than 200 countries in the world.

And facing the intimidation of drug dealers, the DEA is not afraid. Except for the stupid bear in the north, who am I afraid of?

Who can make me tremble?

In Pablo's "Naples" manor.

The living room is dark, and even the lights are not on.

Several figures can be seen vaguely, they are sitting and watching TV.

There is a white-haired man reading a script to the camera.

"The US Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) spokesperson said that the anti-drug operation against Colombian drug lords has made significant progress, killing Miguel, the second-in-command of the Cali Cartel, Blanco of the Medellin Cartel, and Franco Vincent, the senior leader of the Guatemalan Trout Gang..."

"And a global wanted list will be issued for the surviving drug dealers!"

"Also warn everyone not to test the DEA on the bottom line of drugs, the United States has zero tolerance for drug behavior!"

"The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency announced a record-high reward of 300 million US dollars for Pablo, and more than 7 PMC companies have announced their interest in this."

"Casare Gonzalez, the mayor of Ensenada, Mexico, told reporters: The North American Drug Association is nothing more than a carnival of a group of jumping clowns."

"Mr. Victor and his anti-drug forces of more than 10,000 people will firmly maintain the security of Mexico, and will not and will not allow any more drugs to flow in."

Casare just happened to appear on TV.

He pointed and tapped the camera lens, his eyes deep, "Victor is watching you!"

In the shadow of the living room, the person sitting in the middle suddenly stood up, picked up the gun on the coffee table, and pointed it at the TV! !

The TV was short-circuited.

A gloomy face turned around, and it was Pablo, his eyes were bloodshot, "DEA! Victor!"

He paused.

"Casare Gonzalez!!"

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