Chapter 204 Pablo: Victor, Go Kill Casare!

It's easy to figure out who messed up the North American Drug Association.

Who jumped out first?

Americans!

Mexicans!

And Canadians!

What? Without them? No matter what, the three heroes of North America will be beaten together. Even if you are a dog on the street with a San Francisco accent, Pablo will shoot you twice now!

So many people died in the association!

Many of them are old people who grew up with the Medellin Group. It is no exaggeration to say that Pablo had arranged executives from various countries or regions. Now, this has directly broken the gap.

Sister Blanco, who brought me out to sell drugs, was also killed!

In fact, the most important thing is that you don't give me face. You dare to come and smash my place. I am very unhappy. If I don't retaliate, the North American Drug Association will be a joke.

Pablo looked at the others sitting on the sofa.

Gilbert of the Cali Group was in a state of disarray, holding a cigarette in his hand and red eyes. Obviously, he was still upset about the death of his brother.

A pair of brothers, whose parents died when they were young, had no education and lived on the streets of Cali since they were young, living a life of having no food to eat. Even in the most impoverished times, the two hugged each other under the bridge to comfort each other.

Gilbert still remembered that he pointed at the morning star and asked Miguel, "What is your wish?"

He clearly remembered that Miguel said, "I want to have enough food! I want to eat a lot of delicious food."

And Gilbert smiled and said, "This sky must have my voice!"

From a gangster to a bank thief, to a cartel spanning several continents, he has stood at the top of the industry, but when he was enjoying the fruits of victory, Miguel... died.

How could Gilbert accept this?

Pablo looked at him and felt a little pleasure. He was narrow-minded. Miguel, that bastard, often opposed him and wanted to kill him for a long time!

Now he is dead, it's just right.

Next to them sat the three Mexican "bears". Guzman had a bruised eye, while Juarez's Aguilar and Gulf Group's Abrego were both in plaster and had broken hands.

These two were lucky. They were fine even after the helicopter fell!

Could it be that God is Mexican?

"Gentlemen, this is a shame!"

Pablo took a deep breath and looked at them with a sinister look in his eyes. "I would rather shoot myself than take revenge on them!"

"How to take revenge?"

Aguilar covered his face and suppressed his anger. "Go to the United States? Then blow up the DEA?"

"Or go to Mexico and kill Victor? With so many security guards around him, what are the chances of killing him?"

He was so frustrated that he lost all his confidence.

I have been a policeman for decades. When have I ever seen such a fierce cop? He beat my anus so badly that it prolapsed.

Abrego, the "life and death partner" next to him, nodded.

"Then we won't retaliate?"

Before Pablo could speak, Gilbert jumped up first, "The Americans are so arrogant. If the DEA can't blow it up, we'll blow up the Statue of Liberty!"

"Are the FBI and CIA still squatting there?"

"Victor can't do it, so we'll do it next to him. Isn't Casare Gonzalez his lackey? Kill him! Use his head as a sacrifice!"

The persimmon is always picked on the soft ones!

The whole living room was filled with his hysterical roar.

Blow up...

The Statue of Liberty?

That's the National Monument of the United States!

The Mexicans were frightened by the proposal, and Pablo's eyes were shining. The Cali Group was a "mad dog!"

How could he be a gentleman?

However, it really fits his temper.

Pablo should be an anti-American fighter. As long as he can make Americans sick, he will do anything. He even planned to tell the contacted KGB about this plan and get some sponsorship money.

"I agree. What do you say!" He looked at the three Mexican heroes.

The short man, the fat man, and the policeman looked at each other, and finally Guzman said tactfully, "Americans value this kind of iconic building more than their lives. If it is blown up..."

"Blow it up, and then continue to blow up the Pentagon!" Gilbert said next to him.

Okay...

You are going to fight the Americans to the death.

"What are you afraid of? This is Latin America. Can the Americans still drop atomic bombs on us? Even if they want to wipe us out, we will open all the borders and let all the drug dealers go to the United States. Then we will cholera them from the inside!"

A typical home-changing tactic.

Hey, don't say it, there is some truth in it.

"I agree!"

"Who opposes?"

Pablo raised his hand and pointed at them and asked.

The association is a win-win situation. The representatives of other member organizations sitting next to them are also very bold. The other party has said so. If they don't agree, this "Naples" manor will definitely not be able to leave.

They all raised their hands.

The three Mexican heroes could only agree.

MD!

They are all crazy.

"Leave the Statue of Liberty to the Cali Group, Gilbert will blow it up! Let him know who we are. When we hunt, we will kill gods and Buddhas. No one is safe and nothing is sacred!"

Pablo said in a deep voice, "Those who go against our will will be destroyed!"

"Casare Gonzalez..."

He pondered for a moment and looked at the three Mexican heroes, but Pablo was dissatisfied with their hesitation just now, and suddenly thought of someone in his mind!

"Leave it to Victor Hunter!"

The big guys present were stunned when they heard the name. Those who were not familiar with it looked confused, and those who were slightly familiar looked stupid.

Isn't that the steel wool superman?

Isn't Blanco's close-fitting little cotton jacket?

He's not dead?

Pablo asked someone to call him over, looking at everyone, "He is Blanco's fiancé."

Well... the big guys were silent.

It tastes really good!

Ethan Hunt was also stunned when he was notified. He was in the rich woman's mansion, still wrapped in gauze, and couldn't understand why Pablo called him. Logically speaking, he was a marginal figure.

Originally, he wanted to leave when he killed Blanco, but then he thought, no, I have to stay as a widow. Even if it doesn't involve any secrets, I can get some scattered intelligence, right?

He made up a detailed excuse for "escape" and successfully got away with it. Lying is a man's growth skill, plus he is an agent, and even a polygraph can't detect it.

In order to make people feel too "clean", he also made a lot of wounds on his body.

For work, he was simply desperate.

After hanging up the phone, he put on his clothes and was about to go out when he ran into Blanco's son!

He was holding a teddy bear and looking at Ethan Hunt with his eyes wide open. The latter looked at him and walked out with his head down.

"Are you going out?" The other party suddenly asked.

Ethan Hunt stopped at the door.

"Can you come back earlier? I'm scared to sleep alone at night." The child looked at him eagerly.

Ethan turned his head and looked at him. He was still very young, only seven or eight years old, and there was still hesitation on his face. Perhaps... he also knew that his mother was dead.

Like a chick hiding in a nest of thousands of square meters, it was empty and frightening.

Seeing the pleading eyes, Ethan nodded subconsciously, "Don't run around."

"Well, you should also pay attention to safety!" Michael Corleone Blanco nodded vigorously.

The name Black Widow gave to her son was the name of the first generation of Godfather in "The Godfather 1".

Perhaps she also had some hope for her son.

Ethan Hunt drove to the "Naples" manor with sparks and lightning, and came to the living room of the big guys under the leadership of the bodyguard.

As soon as he entered, he hadn't even caught his breath.

Pablo said to him.

"Victor, go and kill Casare Gonzalez!"

Wang Defa!

What a strange mission?

I, an excellent agent of the Mexican International News Department and a warrior of the Anti-Drug Force, go to kill my boss, although he is not directly under me.

But Casare is the real second-in-command of the Anti-Drug Force.

Who doesn't know, Royal Butler?

"Not only him, I want all his family members to die! I will send the intelligence department and the killer team of Medellin to cooperate with you."

Pablo stared at him, "We must kill him!"

Ethan Hunt nodded vigorously, his eyes fierce, "They killed my...wife, I must take revenge!"

Coupled with the twitching of the corners of his mouth and the fierceness of his eyes, he looked like an infatuated man.

When Pablo heard the other party say the name of the old sister, he also sighed, patted his shoulder, and thought for a while, "Blanco's property will all belong to you, take good care of Corleone, but the shares of the association will be taken back."

Such a good thing? !

I became a billionaire overnight?

Ethan Hunt was obviously stunned by this big pie that fell from the sky. Isn't it just taking good care of Blanco's son?

No problem!

But you must not laugh.

Article 7 of the "Mexican News Department. Performance Rules" states: Learn to control your expressions and emotions. The real strong are in tears.

"Don't worry!"

Ethan Hunt took a deep breath, "I will treat Corleone as my own son, and all these properties are his. I will keep them for him temporarily."

"When he comes of age, they will all belong to him!"

"As for... Casare Gonzalez."

He gritted his teeth, like an enemy who killed his father, "I will definitely kill his whole family and let them reunite in hell!"

Pablo was very satisfied. It seemed that the old sister who had suffered all her life really found someone worthy of trust in the end.

She should die with peace of mind.

After arranging Ethan Hunt's affairs, Pablo let him go out. The next words were not suitable for him to hear. He bowed slightly to the other big men and left with a slightly bleak back.

When he walked out of the door, he nodded to the bodyguard. When he got into the car and left, he finally couldn't help laughing.

Both shoulders were shaking.

Resign! Resign! Resign!

I have billions of assets, why am I still a shitty agent?

I want to go on vacation to the Caribbean, pick up girls, and go um hey hey hey...

However, he suddenly thought of something.

If he suddenly quit.

Is it considered betrayal?

Will the boss find someone to kill him?

Thinking of this, Ethan Hunt calmed down again, holding his head. He had financial freedom but still had to go to work. NMD, in the end, it was the life of a worker.

"Fuck!! Kill Casare!"

In the living room of the manor, the topic continued.

"In addition to these two things, we have someone to avenge!" Pablo clenched his fist.

"Carlos Yelas Restrepo, the Colombian Minister of Security, dared to let the troops engage in a firefight with us. Kill him, and you must kill him!"

"The government's fear of us is slowly dissipating. We must let them know who is the master of South America."

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