Chapter 208 Justice Cannot Be Killed!

The head of the former Minister of Security, Restrepo, was thrown at the door of the government building by drug dealers. This scene was photographed by reporters.

In the photo, a car was facing dozens of military police. The drug dealer sitting inside was arrogant and domineering, with his middle finger raised, and his head rolled on the ground. There was no mosaic at all, and it was directly published.

One after another, reports began to appear on the front page.

"Colombia is crumbling under the drug association!"

"Our country! Our nation! Will die under drugs!"

It has to be said that sometimes, reporters are really a group of "hard-headed" people, but it is precisely because of such witnesses that history will not be forgotten.

Just like during the Panama War, the US military "specially and exceptionally" strictly prohibited all war correspondents from entering the combat zone, and concentrated reporters in places where they could only obtain official information from the US military.

This actually violated the Geneva Convention.

At that time, a Spanish reporter Juan Rodriguez secretly entered the battlefield and took many photos of the time. However, in the end, the reporter was assassinated in a non-war zone in front of many witnesses...

Well... a madman found him "accurately" among hundreds of reporters in a non-war zone of the US military with an M9 pistol used by the US military, and then shot him in the head three times.

CNMD!

As expected, I will humanely destroy bad comments.

Worthy of being called Eagle Sauce... No, it must be a madman.

Madmen do this, not to mention drug dealers.

17 newspapers in Colombia reported this incident, and then drug dealers from various regions broke into their headquarters and carried out an inhumane massacre inside!

It was a dozen drug dealers armed with assault rifles and masks rushed in, shooting at anyone they saw, and even a female host in the live broadcast room. Because the woman was very good-looking, there were many viewers.

The drug dealer who broke in shot her in the head.

The blood...

spattered on the camera!

The audience outside the TV thought it was just a "show effect", but when the drug dealers fired a burst of bullets at the corpse, it was immediately bad!

One call after another went directly to the police station.

How could the police have the courage to go?

They were so scared that the phone lines were pulled out.

This behavior also completely angered ordinary people, especially college students. They took to the streets, protested loudly, and held up banners: Shame on drug dealers! Get out of Colombia!

There were more and more people, even reaching more than 2,000 people.

They stood outside the city hall building to protest.

And it's funny to say that on the same street, 200 meters away is the North American Drug Association building chosen by Pablo!

The drug dealers and the government are on the same street, face to face.

Who is embarrassed?

Whoever is weak is embarrassed!

The building is 4 stories higher than the government building, firmly suppressing the other side. In the large flat on the top floor, the senior executives of the North American Drug Association are meeting here.

Pablo stood by the French window with a cigarette in his hand, looking at the group of ordinary people protesting below, and said with a smile, "These people are not busy making money, but protesting all day long. They only make a few thousand dollars a month. Do they have the right to be patriotic?"

"They don't know that this bottle of red wine can cost them their lives!"

"A bunch of worthless people."

Pablo took a puff of his cigar, his eyes sinister, and shouted to Ochoa, "Show them that the only thing to do in Colombia is to shut up. Their opinions are not important, but their voices will disturb the people sitting in the office!"

Ochoa nodded fiercely and went out to make arrangements.

"In 1970, my brothers and I went out to sell drugs. At that time, I met an oriental pastor who told me that my fate was to curse Jesus. He told me to eat vegetarian food in the future so that I could have many children and good fortune."

"Bah!" Pablo laughed and turned to look at the three godfathers of the Cali Group, Guzman of Mexico and others. "I took out my gun and asked him to guess whether I would kill him."

"He said yes!"

"I shot him dead with one shot. I said to his body that he guessed very accurately, but I don't believe in fate. In my Pablo Escobar's territory, even if you want to preach in the Vatican, you have to share half of your faith with me."

The big flat was filled with the voices of the big guys.

He looked at everyone and finally at Guzman. The two looked at each other. The short man who kept a low profile lowered his head. Pablo raised the corner of his mouth. He liked the feeling of suppressing his peers.

"Gilbert, how is the Statue of Liberty in New York City? Is her skirt lifted? I can't help but fuck her!"

Since the death of his brother Miguel, the boss of the Cali Group has become increasingly listless. His gentlemanly face has turned into a curry, and he looks very haggard. When he heard Pablo's question, he raised his head and squinted.

"I have contacted ETA in Spain. They have developed a new explosive device. My people have entered New York in batches. Just wait for the order. Boom! Statue of Liberty? I want to turn it into ruins!"

Gilbert spoke decisively.

Actually, what can we say about the Cali Group? To a certain extent, it has received sponsorship from the Americans in order to fight against the Pablo Group sponsored by the Soviet Union. However, Gilbert did not trust the United States, so he sent people to eavesdrop on the US Embassy in Colombia, bribed several cleaners inside, and put positioning and eavesdropping devices under the desks.

More than once, the Americans were worried that the growth of the Cali Group would affect them, but the ambassador proudly said to Washington, "Gilbert is just a bastard who looks like a gentleman, Miguel is an angry bull, Chepe Santa Cruz is an idiot with a wretched appearance, and the fourth Herrera is a farmer who can only farm. The Four Godfathers of Cali? I think they are a combination of four bastards."

Gilbert has always remembered these words deeply. He also understands that a chamber pot is a chamber pot after all. No matter how much the Americans sponsor him, they will kick him out when they don't need him. If Pablo dies, then he will definitely be the next one.

In addition, Miguel was shot by the DEA.

He is full of hatred and anger!

You are unrighteous, I don't care about your life or death.

He originally planned to blow up the embassy, ​​but he felt that it was not exciting enough and the influence was not big enough, so he blew up the Statue of Liberty.

Let this bitch fall down!

Drug dealers are very courageous creatures. They are already drug dealers. What else are they afraid of?

Americans?

Are they awesome?

He has long been resentful of the greedy capital. He experienced the "United Fruit Company" occupying the land since he was a child. He was forced to work for them and was not treated as a human being. Even though they changed to "Chiquita" in 1990, this hatred is still engraved in Gilbert's heart.

Let's settle the new and old hatreds together!

QNMD Americans.

"Very good!" Pablo was satisfied with the efficiency of the Cali Group. He just finished smoking a cigar and threw it into the ashtray. "Perhaps, we should add some justice labels to this action."

"For example: How about revenge action? It is used to oppose the Americans' control over Central and South America for hundreds of years, and it is also a revenge for the United Fruit Company's actions in the past few decades. They have overthrown more than 30 governments and suppressed more than 5,000 workers' protests. They are bloody, so we have to let them know that resistance has always existed."

Guzman and others looked at each other after hearing this. This excuse... is a bit second!

At this moment, a panicked voice suddenly came from downstairs accompanied by screams. The bosses looked out of the glass window and saw that more than a dozen pickup trucks suddenly broke into the crowd of protesters downstairs and rushed towards them!

There was no hesitation at all, just crashed into it!

The pickup truck pushed people forward and even pressed them to the ground, regardless of their heads.

Whoever dares to block the road will die!

There is a government building next to it!

There was even a sentry box inside. When the military police inside heard the noise outside, their first action was to take a look and then... close the door!

Thousands of protesters ran in panic.

Pablo looked at this scene very cheerfully, "Protests are also protests of the strong. Success is not a compromise of the strong, but... it's too troublesome, but I prefer to solve them physically."

"Okay, gentlemen, don't worry about these untouchables. Let's discuss how to carry out justice actions in the United States!"

"We must let those people understand that the lives of ordinary people in Central and South America are also lives, and they should be returned."

Guzman looked at the protesters who were crushed by the vehicles below. There was blood everywhere, and screams came one after another, but they also slowly subsided, and the drug dealers chased them wildly.

This is really a magical Latin American version of irony.

Killing ordinary people by themselves, and then saying that they are asking the United States for debts for ordinary people.

Wait... PUC burned.

As expected of the man who brought the Medellin Cartel to its largest size, Guzman has to learn how to be so thick-skinned.

"Guzman!" Aguilar from Juarez pulled the dwarf. He came to his senses and saw Pablo frowning at him. "You were distracted."

"Sorry." Guzman said in a deep voice.

"I will send my soldiers to Mexico! Send an expeditionary force of more than 6,000 people, and equip you with 20 Mi-8 armed helicopters, 25 BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles and 10 T55 tanks, which will arrive in Mexico by sea."

"In addition to us, the Guatemalan warlord General Ubico Castañe also clearly stated that he would cooperate with the Trout Gang and send about 3,000 people from the south to Mexico to fight Victor!"

"The drug trafficking organizations in Honduras and Ecuador also clearly expressed their support for you and provided 20 million US dollars in financial assistance."

"These are the first batch of support from the association. The second batch of support will be soon. What we need to do is to crush Victor to death!"

"He is really too jumpy."

"I don't like it."

Pablo said with a look of surprise, "You are in charge of these people. Don't let the association down. I have also prepared a 10-man staff team for you. Most of them are retired officers of the US military."

"Just give them money. They don't like to owe money."

MD?

An expeditionary force?

With nearly 10,000 people, there is still so much firepower?

Guzman was a little doubtful. Is he a drug dealer or a warlord?

However, it must be said that it feels really good to have someone to back him up. Can Victor do it himself, but can he do it better than the "United Forces"?

Aircraft and artillery will come down together and kill you directly.

However, the gloomy Guzman thought that perhaps, he could find a way to start from within Victor.

He likes to play dirty tricks. It is impossible for everyone to be satisfied with Victor.

Provoke chaos within him!

Then the external troops will press in.

Perfect.

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