Chapter 653: Red Sea Rage (VI)

Unlike the few pictures in the newspaper, Hal and the other two who witnessed the massacre were silent in the face of this bloody and cruel scene.

There was nothing worth describing about the massacre by the drug dealers. They just rushed into the village, shot at all living things, and then threw all the bodies into the sea.

There were no corpses everywhere, no blood splashing, only an empty and silent village. The farming tools were thrown in the middle of the road. Judging from the traces of blood, it should be a farmer who was about to work in the field and was shot halfway.

Oliver picked up a tile from the ground with trembling hands. It was covered with blood and a small finger mark.

His eyes were red, and he turned around to look at the football field drawn on the sand. When the drug dealers rushed into the village, the children had just finished drawing the football field and were ready to start playing football. They were shot and killed before they even had time to throw down the tiles used to draw the football field.

Arthur picked up the bloody football from the ground. He pursed his lips, as if trying to suppress his sadness and anger.

Hal jumped down from the eaves and said in a low voice: "Let's leave here first. The reporters are almost here. We can't be photographed."

"No, we have to find out if there are any survivors. Maybe... maybe..." Oliver clenched his fists. He still held on to the last glimmer of hope, but finally followed Hal's instructions and began to walk out of the village.

There are no mountains and forests here, so there are almost no shelters. When the massacre happened, the chance of escaping was not great. Several people knew this, so they didn't have much hope.

However, Hal was flying in the air, and his vision was much better than others. Suddenly he found that in the poppy field next to him, a poppy leaf moved. He keenly captured this movement and then stopped.

Hal slowly flew over there. When he was close to that place, he landed on the ground and walked over. Just as he peeled off a poppy leaf, a figure suddenly swung a machete at him.

Hal instinctively used green light energy to defend himself, but the figure waving the machete began to cry and beg for mercy frantically when he saw the green light all over his body. Hal heard him say in Spanish: "Devil! Devil! God, save me, save us..."

Oliver and Arthur also hurried over. Oliver said excitedly: "Survivor! He must be a survivor of this village! Ask him what's going on..."

Hal tried to comfort the man. When he took his arm away, Hal saw clearly that it was a skinny and dark old man holding a machete for poppy stalks.

Hal said to him in Spanish: "Are you from this village? Did you see who did it?"

Hearing Spanish, the old man finally calmed down a little. He shook his head and said: "No, I didn't see anything, I don't know..."

We won't hurt you. "Hal squatted down and said to him: "We are here to investigate the truth. Please tell us who did all this..."

"No, I don't know..." The old man kept repeating, choking and saying: "You will burn my fields, drive me out, drive us all away, you have done this a few years ago..."

Hal paused and asked again: "Who burned your fields?"

"Who else?" The old man's emotions suddenly got out of control, and he cried and shouted: "That stupid president! And those congressmen! They knelt down to the Americans and burned what I planted!"

"But... the things you plant are harmful, don't you know? "Hal said puzzledly. He looked around at the tall poppies and said, "This stuff will be made into addictive drugs, and the people who sell these drugs will go and massacre. Your family and friends may be killed by them..."

But who knows, Hal's words ignited the old man's anger, and he yelled, "Yes! ! You all say this stuff is poisonous! Don't I know? But only this thing can be sold for money, only it can be sold for more money!"

"If I grow food, no one will buy it. They will only take these things. I have to sell these things so that I won't starve to death!"

"But... why is this?" Hal was very puzzled. He said, "Isn't the Mexican government vigorously fighting against drugs? Didn't they just launch the war on drugs a few years ago?"

"What a bullshit war on drugs!" The old man said, "They burned the plantations and burned my fields. The purpose is to make room for those foreign companies and sell the land to those damn Americans to build factories! ”

“Someone pointed a gun at me and told me to plant these flowers, saying they would buy them with money, so I planted them, but the government said they wanted to ban drugs, so they burned them, drove me out of my fields, and drove me here...”

“But those crazy people from Guadalajara said we surrendered to the government, that we colluded with government agents and killed their people, and they wanted revenge, so they wanted to kill us all...”

“Where else can I go? God...where else can I go?”

The sound of crying drifted with the evening breeze, and the red poppies rippled like waves. Sin and blood flowed in this ancient land, never stopping. But when hearing the sad cry growing from the flowers of sin, everyone would think about a question, why is this happening?

When he walked out of the field, Oliver saw the sun rising on the horizon. He stood beside the ridge and said like a sigh: "Why is this happening?... Who is wrong?"

"The Mexican government? But they want to ban drugs, these farmers? But they just want to survive, and even failed. Us? But we just want to help them..."

"If we kill all the drug dealers, can we stop this?" Oliver asked a question that Hal couldn't answer, but he knew in his heart that the answer to this question was no.

If someone buys, someone will sell, and as long as someone wants to sell, they will definitely find ways to find someone to plant, and as long as someone plants, someone will sell, and someone will buy, it's like an unsolvable dead end.

Oliver sat down beside the ridge of the field and began to think deeply about how to solve this deadlock.

Killing all drug dealers, overthrowing the existing government, and saving all farmers, any of these three points alone is useless and will only make things worse. All three points must be achieved at the same time, and even must be achieved perfectly to have the possibility of breaking the deadlock.

But Oliver was confused. He didn't know what to do. He felt that this was completely a fantasy. How could anyone do all three points perfectly at the same time? Even if Hal had such great power, he couldn't do it.

In other words, strength is not important, and pure willpower is not important. Some missing things are the key.

On the way south, the three became much silent. They were all thinking about this problem, but there was no answer until the fishing boat slowly approached Sinaloa. They briefly got rid of this state and began a real journey to chase the murderer.

This was not smooth, because every local here was an accomplice of the drug dealers. They were very vicious and tight-lipped, and it was extremely difficult to get any intelligence.

The difficulty was not to defeat them, but to find the leader Gallardo from the complicated relationship. Realizing that someone might be targeting him, the cunning Gallardo disappeared in an instant.

With Hal's green light ability, Arthur's ability to communicate with fish, and Oliver's tactics and wisdom, they chased all the way to Guadalajara City, and finally found the culprit in a very hidden cellar.

Compared with these superheroes with special skills, an ordinary person can do this, which can be said to be a remarkable achievement.

Hal and his team mainly suffered from unfamiliarity with the place, and they did not understand the organizational structure of drug dealers and lacked intelligence, so they spent so much effort to catch an ordinary person.

However, this is just the beginning. Gallardo, who was caught by them, did not feel that he was wrong at all. In the dim cellar, an English language with a Spanish accent echoed in the room, which was not only full of energy, but also convincing.

"I was born here. Guadalajara is my hometown. When I was born, drugs were rampant here. Running errands for others to transport drugs was my daily life."

"My family was very poor. I wanted to make money. I just bought a commodity that could be found everywhere and sold it to others. What's the problem?"

"I made some money and wanted to make more. Someone came to me and said that he also wanted to make money. We could work together, so I agreed."

"Later I learned that the man was the deputy mayor of Guadalajara. He had two lovers and three illegitimate children. He had to support them, so he needed money. As long as I could make money for him, he could protect me."

"This is very important. In a place like this, being alive is more important than anything else." Gallardo sat in a chair without any fear. He just said in a very normal tone: "I want to live. Those who don't want me to live must die."

"I rented a boat to do business. It didn't go well at first, but later, not only the deputy mayor, but also the mayor and The governor also thinks highly of me. I share my earnings with them, and they let me do business. "

"But, the Americans... oh, that's you, you damn greedy Americans, you don't want me to make money, you colluded with the masters in Congress, and started a war on drugs, which made me lose a lot of money, you all deserve to die!"

"Do you know what you are talking about? !" The most innocent Arthur was the most angry, he said: "Do you know how many people your business has killed? !"

"Then do you know how many people you Americans have killed?" Gallardo raised his head and said disdainfully: "You not only killed us, but also killed your own people. I can still hear the screams of those agents before they died."

"You..." Arthur was speechless, he said: "You are an inhuman villain! How can you..."

Galardo looked at Arthur and said: "It seems that you should also be someone who lives on the sea all year round. You are a good size. If you work with me, you would have been successful by now."

Gallardo changed his posture, leaned back in his chair and said, "You don't really think you are righteous? You, yes, you, this big guy, answer me, why did the United States let the Mexican government launch a war on drugs?"

"Of course, it is to stop you from killing innocent people." Oliver replied.

"I didn't ask you, but you didn't answer correctly." Gallardo rubbed the corner of his mouth and said, "The United States wants to suppress local industries in Mexico so that your companies can come in."

"You burned plantations, drove farmers off their land, sank our ships, and eliminated all armed resistance forces. The purpose is to make Mexicans kneel down to you and work in your factories."

"When every company here is opened by Americans, you can lower wages at will, hire us at low prices, and then sell products at high prices. Use the money you earn to do this in other countries, open more companies, and hire more people at low prices. This is how you occupy the world."

"I will kill every American I see." Gallardo stretched out a finger and said, "This is what you deserve. You should have thought of this when you invaded our country."

Oliver opened his mouth. Gallardo's words about the way Americans occupy the world touched a string in his mind, but the feeling of missing something was even stronger.

"And..." Gallardo added: "It's not just the mayors and governors of Mexico who make money from my business. The big American bosses with noses on their heads also get a lot of money from me."

"How do you think my goods are sold from the West Coast to all over the United States? Can Mexicans do it alone? I want to tell you that local Americans are better at this than us."

"Those big companies and groups sell us trade routes and cargo ships, help us with customs, local gangs help us dump goods, and local government officials help us with legal issues. My business is so good thanks to them."

"Even the CIA is our partner. They turn a blind eye to the route and occasionally cooperate with us to kill those Cubans. During the drug war, if they hadn't given me intelligence, I wouldn't have been able to do it." The loss will be even greater. "

Hal narrowed his eyes and said: "There are people cooperating with you in the United States. Who are they?"

"Don't show that unbelieving expression." Gallardo shook his head and said: "Most of the coastal cities have cooperated with me."

"In the coastal city, there is a 'Frenchman' cooperating with me. I heard that he is the largest shipping boss there. In Gotham City, the Spencer family is also my good partner. Oh, by the way, how can I forget my old friend the Quinn family? We have cooperated for more than ten years..."

"What did you say? !" Oliver widened his eyes. Gallardo's English has a strong Spanish accent, so Oliver couldn't hear it clearly. He repeated the question again: "Who did you say has been cooperating with you for more than ten years? ? ? "

"Quinn family, Quinn--"

Oliver was stunned in place, as if struck by lightning.

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