Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 513: Inherited Neurosis? ?

In the Villa Pablo, Medellín, Antioquia Province.

A table faces the spacious swimming pool outside, and precious trees planted on both sides can be seen. There are people patrolling everywhere with weapons and hunting dogs.

Pablo Escobar!
The most dangerous drug dealer in Colombia, no, in the world, was bald and eating spaghetti with big mouthfuls. The sauce was smeared all over his mouth, and the scar on his forehead was struggling and twisting like an angry...centipede.

A man and a woman were kneeling on the ground, both naked. The man was very handsome, but he was shaking with fear. His voice was trembling and he cried, "Boss, Boss, it was this bitch who seduced me, Boss, Boss!"

The woman opened her eyes wide when she heard that and rudely retorted, "Bullshit, it was you, it was you who asked me if I wanted to taste a dick thicker than your boss's!!"

"Ah!! When you were fucking me, you asked me if Pablo was big!"

Pablo, who was eating, paused, put down his fork, stood up, turned his head, expressionless, and suddenly laughed, "How about I treat you to a violin piece?"

"But... there's no violin."

He looked around, and when he saw his mistress, his eyes widened and his mouth smirked like a clown, “Got it, got it, hahahahaha.”

As if he had thought of something, he ran in the hall with trembling hands. The thugs next to him did not dare to stop him. After a while, Pablo came out with an axe, laughing loudly, and stood in front of his mistress, raising the axe - Puff!!!

He chopped it down with an axe.

"ah--!!!!"

The mistress screamed, and emotions of panic, despair spread in her eyes. Her leg was chopped off. Pablo picked up the beautiful leg and put it on his shoulder, like carrying a violin, and pulled the axe back and forth on it.

He was humming a little tune, listen carefully...

It sounds kind of nice.

The blood oozing from his thigh instantly turned him into a bloody man, but his face was still filled with a "comfortable" expression.

Humph~
When Ochoa, nicknamed "Gentleman" from the Medellin Group, walked in and saw the bloody scene, his eyelids twitched and he shouted with worry in his eyes, "Boss Pablo."

Pablo, who was giving his "personal concert", trembled, and his cloudy eyes gradually became clear. He raised his head and looked at his brother, "Ochoa."

"Clean up this place, and send this woman to feed my baby." He pointed at the woman who had fainted on the ground and said, looking at the man who was so scared that he peed, and sneered, "His is indeed bigger than mine."

"Then cut him off and let him serve the guests."

The subordinates who heard the order rushed up and dragged the man and woman away. The ground was covered with blood, so they quickly came over with a rag to wipe it.

"Let's go to the study upstairs and talk."

Ochoa forced a smile and nodded.

Ever since Pablo's four sons were killed by the Mexican Anti-Drug Intelligence Agency, he has been mentally disturbed. He misses his sons so much that he has sex with hundreds of women every day, but he can't let others find the ones he has slept with before.

After all this, all the beauties in the harem are left with empty rooms?

Some of them got involved with the bodyguards...

Anyone he discovered was sentenced to death, and their death was extremely ugly. It would be fine if they were brutal, after all, if drug dealers were not brutal, would they be vegetarians and chant Buddhist scriptures?

But Ochoa discovered that he had mental problems and was mentally ill. The most unacceptable time was when the Uruguayan Hobbs Fraser was shot dead by the Colombian military. When his body was retrieved, the Medellin Group held a big memorial service for him!

At that time, tens of thousands of people from the entire city participated, and money was distributed, with each person receiving $100.

People in front are mourning...

Later, Pablo fell in love with Hobbs Fraser's wife and had an affair with her.

And it happened right at the scene, in the compartment behind the coffin.

At that time, it was broken...

This incident caused Pablo's reputation to plummet rapidly, and his brothers were very dissatisfied with him. If it weren't for his "reputation", someone would have rebelled long ago.

He found a psychiatrist, and he shot the doctor.

Only when Ochoa is around does Pablo seem normal.

Following behind him, Ochoa looked at his back, shook his head and sighed. What could he say? He could only pray.

After entering the study room.

He closed the door casually, and Pablo sat down on the chair, raised his head, and half opened his mouth. "Ochoa, I think... I won't live long. My illness is getting worse."

! ! ! !
"Boss, don't say that. You're not sick at all." Ochoa was shocked and said hurriedly. Then he saw the other party stretched out his hand, motioning him to stop talking and cheer up, "I know what's going on."

"Okay, what do you want to talk to me about? Is Victor dead?"

See, he has a deep grudge against the Mexicans.

After all, he really did not have any descendants.

"According to the intelligence of the Cali Cartel, the Colombian government is planning to join the People's Alliance and will entrust Mexico to provide military support. They may turn the table against us."

The previous assassinations of the vice president and the attorney general made Colombian President Cesar Gaviria Trujillo feel that he must eradicate this cancer!

Do you know what the reason is?

Just because the Vice President said something bad about a drug dealer on TV...

This is the nth senior official who has died at his hands, and Colombia has been listed as one of the most unsafe countries by the United Nations.

"Turn over the table?"

Pablo seemed to have heard something funny, and his face was shaking with laughter. Bang! He slapped the table, "What right does he have to flip the table over with me? I, Pablo Escobar, am the president and the emperor of Colombia."

"Cesar Gaviria Trujillo is just a bastard. Get rid of him. Find someone to get rid of him. No, kill all his children. I want to wipe out his entire family. Isn't he against drugs? Then let him take drugs. Let his entire family take drugs. I want to see if he can kill his own family for the sake of justice."

Ochoa frowned. He did not agree with this kind of... head-on confrontation, especially against the country. No matter how corrupt Colombia was, there were some things that drug traffickers could not interfere with.

嗏

What could he say?

Pablo, who has lost his mind, is a madman.

Ochoa just stood there quietly. After a few minutes, he nodded and said, "I understand. I will do as you say."

He felt that the future was bleak, really bleak.

The bombing of the Statue of Victory offended the United States, which has designated the Medellin Group as a "terrorist organization" and is being hunted worldwide. Even if the Americans are truly profit-seeking, they will not continue to support them.

Anyone who keeps dogs in the countryside knows that if a dog bites its owner, it will be killed on the same day. Okay…

You were allowed to show off in the past, and now you are going to be beaten!

When it comes to the issue of Colombian drug dealers, the United States and Mexico have a rare consensus, and only some arms dealers are willing to give him some weapons for the sake of money.

In Ochoa's view, the Medellin Cartel has evolved from a drug trafficking organization into an armed organization, but he has no way to get industrial and agricultural support and has no way to strengthen his power. Even though the defeated Mexican soldiers have joined them and the number of troops has reached more than 100,000, they are still like duckweed, which will be destroyed by the wind.

But even though I know resistance may be a dead end.

But Ochoa still completed the task assigned to him by Pablo perfectly.

He knew the other party when he was very young. His father was a drug dealer and his mother was a prostitute. The drug dealer was beaten to death and the prostitute was infected with a sexually transmitted disease. He learned to fight since he was a child just to make a living.

In 1973, he robbed two Americans on the streets of Medellin, but was caught and beaten to death by the other party. Pablo happened to pass by, rescued him, and invited him to join his "home appliance smuggling gang."

It has been almost 20 years since then!

They had suffered together and also made fortunes together. Ochoa was a very rigid person. The CIA had contacted him, and the Mexican Intelligence Agency had contacted him, hoping that he could be turned into a tainted witness, but he killed them all.

Although he has never been to school, he knows what loyalty, righteousness, integrity and shame mean. Do you think everyone is Sima Yi? If his mother had not died early, he would not even have filial piety.

Looking at Pablo who was hanging his head, Ochoa took out a cigarette from his pocket and said, "Boss, have one."

The other person slowly raised his head, and when he saw the cigarette handed over, he was startled, "You are worth so much, but you still smoke cigarettes that cost only a few dollars?"

"The first time we met, you smoked it for me, and I think it's the best in the world."

Pablo was stunned for a moment, then took the cigarette and Ochoa lit it for him.

"If one day you can't bear it anymore, just leave."

Ochoa shook his head. "If it weren't for you, I would have died on the streets of Medellin. If the Mexican bastards are coming, we'll fight them to the death. If we die, we die. I've had a good life, so it's not a loss."

Pablo turned his head, looked at his brother's face, and laughed, "Hahaha, hahaha!"

"If he wants my life, then come and take it. If anyone wants my head, I will chop it off with my own hands. The Colombian government wants me dead, the Americans want me dead, and the Mexicans want me dead too. Fine, fine, then we will fight to the death."

"Fuck him!"

Ochoa also raised his hand, "Fuck him!"

The noise in the house was deafening. The guys who were cleaning downstairs looked up in confusion and glanced at each other.

1992 8 Month 23 Day.

Medellin, the largest drug cartel in Colombia, suddenly announced that the Colombian government was "unconstitutional" and Antioquia Province was independent!

This is the first public break from the Colombian government since the self-rule was declared a month ago.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the presidential spokesman announced that the Medellin Group had rebelled and would be suppressed by force!
After the press conference, two infantry brigades marched towards Medellin!

On August 8, the two sides engaged in a firefight, and a Lion fighter jet from the Colombian side was hit by an anti-aircraft machine gun at a low altitude and blown up!
On August 8, more than 25 special forces of the Medellin drug trafficking organization attacked under the cover of night, causing the collapse of the 300th Infantry Brigade, with more than 127 casualties, including the brigade commander and deputy brigade commander!

On the 30th.

The Medellin Artillery Regiment fired more than 40 PI-20 152mm towed howitzers at the 77th Infantry Brigade...

The Colombian military... had no artillery to fight back and could only passively take the beating.

It was so embarrassing and I lost face in front of the camera.

...

Detailed news of the war soon reached Victor's desk.

"Boss, can we send troops?" Casare asked with his eyes wide open.

"What troops are being sent? Has Columbia joined the People's Alliance? Has it asked us for help?" Victor threw the documents in his hand on the table. "If you don't have any of these, people will just think you are meddling in other people's business."

"How long have our soldiers enjoyed peace? Of course we can send troops, but we want the name and the benefits. Cesar Gaviria Trujillo is close to the Americans."

Although Victor is noble in shouting for "worldwide drug prohibition" in the world, you can't think he is stupid.

Guatemala’s Alfonso Portillo made concessions on local resources in order to gain his help, and the Colombian head just said thank you?

Emeralds, oil, natural gas, coal, gold, nickel and even coffee are all welcome.

"Wait, the General Staff estimates that the Colombian military has an 11.7% chance of winning the battle with Medellin."

The Latin American region was originally America's backyard, and its military capabilities are inherently poor. Although Colombia boasts of having more than 20 soldiers, it only has 800 Hummers, 118 armored vehicles, and almost no tanks. Its combat effectiveness is very poor. Otherwise, how could the "Judicial Building Bombing" that shocked China and the world have happened?
"What we need to do now is to develop education, develop the economy, and watch the changes in the world." Victor said calmly.

If you want to develop, you must of course fight illiteracy. The illiteracy rate in Mexico was as high as 1990% in 22. The future Internet era and space exploration will require high-quality talents. For this reason, Victor signed the "Education Act", stipulating that education investment must account for 8% of the annual GDP!

It also proposed a "Plan for College Students to Teach in Remote Rural Areas", calling on them to take root at the grassroots level. If anyone is willing to sign a ten-year education plan, then they will be directly admitted as regular teachers without taking an exam, and will be given priority for promotion after ten years!

The same is true for civil servants.

The gap between the rich and the poor is still huge in many states of Mexico. You have to let the people see that their lives have improved, otherwise... why would they let you be the boss?

What Victor wants now is to avoid fighting if possible, and if he has to fight, he will fight on someone else's territory.

The real challenge has just begun.

dong dong dong~
Confidential secretary Martin Baumann knocked on the door and called out to Casare, "Sir."

The latter also nodded at him.

"General, here is a letter. Larry, the president of the American asset management company Blackrock, wants to visit you in Mexico."

Victor held the letter and laughed. "See? The chaebols are just bastards. They are not afraid if you kill them, but they are afraid if you stop them from making money. This crappy asset management company must have a Jewish background. They just want to take advantage of the empty industries in Mexico."

"Then reject them?" Casare raised his eyebrows.

"why?"

"Aren't we still short of a lot of money? Why not take this money that's delivered to our door? You have to be strong when dealing with them. Let Goebbels talk to them."

"Goebbels? I'm afraid... he will make them into sashimi." Casare trembled a little when he thought of that guy.

"Eat it and change the batch. Jews will give birth anyway!"

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(End of this chapter)