Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 591: Crazy Prince Crazy!

Pablo in Medellín is having a really hard time right now.

The "Anti-Vic Alliance" that he was originally planning to lead had not even started organizing when it was completely wiped out due to the civil unrest among the Americans.

Customers in Europe are dissatisfied with Medellin's delivery speed and quality, and continue to invest in the Three Leaf Society or the Golden Triangle forces. As a result, his drug empire is experiencing a "cold winter."

Pablo's favorite thing to do every day is to sit on the steps holding the teddy bear left by his daughter and singing her favorite Colombian nursery rhymes.

When Ochoa and the third boss Carlos Leder walked in, they saw their eldest brother singing and looked at each other helplessly.

There is no cure for mental illness.

He can only rely on himself to get out of this.

"Do we still need to report to the boss?" The third leader, Carlos Lederer, is very thin but has big eyes, which earned him the nickname "Big Eyes". He is loyal to Pablo, and they grew up together. Later in the 70s, they engaged in home appliance smuggling together, and then slowly established Medellin. He is a typical veteran.

In the past, the two brothers were always close to each other and could talk about anything.

But ever since Pablo's family was killed in the bombing, Carlos Lederer became a little afraid of seeing him, fearing that what he said might be wrong and cause dissatisfaction on the other side.

Ochoa frowned, "We need the boss to make the decision. Medellin has reached a life-or-death situation."

Carlos Leder nodded, and as he walked towards Pablo, he naturally hid behind the former. As long as there was something wrong with the boss, he would turn around and run.

Pablo, who had just finished singing a ballad, heard footsteps. He paused, then turned his head sharply. The look in his eyes... was like a lion staring at its prey that had entered its territory!

Even Carlos Leder, a murderer who had committed countless crimes, felt a chill running down his buttocks and his scalp went numb. After swallowing his saliva, his whole body went numb.

It's getting worse!
Pablo saw who was coming, his expression slowly relaxed, he touched the doll in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Ochoa lowered his eyebrows and said, "The British Secretary of Defense will meet with Victor in early July. Mexico has also invited countries, organizations or individuals including the European Community to participate in the Clarksa Festival. Among them, Germany, Belgium, the Netherlands, Portugal and other countries have agreed to the invitation."

He paused and looked up as he spoke, "He invited Rodrigo Lara's widow and children, and will present them with the medal of 'Anti-Drug Hero'."

Zhi…

There was a sound of cloth being torn, and the third leader Carlos Lederer, who was standing at the back, narrowed his eyes and saw that the head of the doll in Pablo's hand was torn apart!
Reveal the cotton inside.

He lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

Rodrigo Lara, this name may not be familiar to many people, but he is Pablo's "benefactor" and the former Minister of Justice of Colombia. When the other party was running for president, it was he who exposed the "true face" of the Medellin Group.

Once the drug business was exposed, Pablo's political career was over in an instant.

Even if he could buy everyone off with money, what would that be like? God's new clothes were stained with Indian shit. Even if he put them on, he would still feel uncomfortable. The overwhelming criticism made Pablo lose his mind and he sent someone to kill the Minister of Justice!
From then on, it went from one extreme to another.

Rodrigo Lara's family members were also included in the liquidation, but this guy sent them away very early and they have been under the protection of the DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration). Even if they bribed the mole, they were lucky enough to survive.

It’s been ten years now...

Pablo hated this guy deeply, so when he heard that Victor was going to award his family the title of "Anti-Drug Hero", he must have been annoyed.

“Victor!!”

He called out the name with gnashing teeth, his eyes turning red, and with a force of his arms, he tore the torn doll in his hand into two pieces, and the cotton fell to the ground.

The third leader, Carlos Lederer, felt like there was an alarm installed in his heart, which kept beeping.

He quickly brought Ochoa to his front, with his toes pointing towards the door.

He was ready to escape...

But Pablo suddenly took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, his body swayed, but he did not lose his temper on the spot, and his breathing was very heavy, "Hehehehe...hehehe!"

This smile is really creepy.

"Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all!" His lips moved slightly, and the voice gradually became louder and louder. In the end, he threw the doll to the ground and said, "Kill them all!"

"Those treacherous Brits must die, too. Anyone who gets close to Victor must die!"

He stood up and grabbed Ochoa's arm, his face somewhat ferocious, "Blow them all up. I want them to understand the consequences of offending me. I want them to know that Satan is in hell and I am on earth."

Creak—

Pablo's grip was quite strong and it made a cracking sound. Ochoa frowned. Although the 'nonsense' Pablo spoke sounded like garbled text, he understood what his boss meant.

Give the British some trouble!

Your behavior of getting bored with the old and loving the new is simply shameful.

"Don't worry, boss. I'll take care of it," Ochoa said softly, stroking Pablo's back, allowing him to gradually relax.

The grip on the arm slowly loosened.

Pablo turned his head and glanced at Carlos Lederer, who just tried to force a smile but was ignored by him. He lowered his head to look at the doll that was torn into several pieces, then knelt down, hugged the doll with a sad face, and rubbed his face hard.

Even Hollywood can't portray this kind of abnormal psychology.

Okia and Carlos Leder slowly walked out of the room. Carlos Leder sighed, "Why don't we go see a doctor? The boss's condition is getting worse."

"Where can I find one? All the good doctors have been killed. 17 psychiatrists have been killed in one month. Is there anyone who dares to come?"

Made…

It turns out that being a doctor is really unlucky. If the emperor in ancient times couldn’t cure a disease, he would kill all nine generations of your clan!
If you can’t cure it now, I’ll kill your whole family.

Oh haha…

What a fucking world!
"Are we just going to let him go on like this? There are quite a few voices within the Medellin Cartel."

Ochoa raised his eyebrows and immediately said murderously, "Voice? Who dares to speak? I think they are tired of living and can't tell the difference between the big and small kings. We, the elders, are not all dead yet."

"That's true, but our market share in the first half of the year was down 21%, and our profits were down 45% from last year. Several of our sales channels have collapsed, and we are going to be eliminated by the mainstream market. Does that mean we can only sell our drugs to penguins in Antarctica?"

"Statistics don't lie. If the brothers can't eat, the news can't be covered up. How long have you not been to the channel? Our people are almost gone." Ochoa said in a muffled voice, "Then why didn't you tell the boss just now?"

Carlos Lederer's face flushed red. "I... I don't dare. I'll be shot later."

This is said in a very aggrieved way...

But Ochoa didn't find it funny at all. Instead, he felt a little uncomfortable. Although Pablo used to be rampant, he was also very good to his brothers and would listen to them. Now... he felt like a hero in his twilight years.

He looked back at the closed door, then raised his head to look at the dark clouds in the sky. "It's a time like this, the more we need to help the boss take up Medellín. We need to regain our reputation. You organize people to find ways to cause trouble for the Europeans and Mexicans. I will go to Burma to discuss cooperation with someone. The Sanye Club will have the support of the US military, so we have to work together."

"It's been a mess over there lately, so I'd better go." Carlos Leder said with a frown.

Ochoa looked at him and patted his shoulder. "It's okay. No matter how dangerous it is, it can't be as dangerous as in Mexico. At that time, tens of thousands of Mexican soldiers couldn't catch me. How could I still sail in Burma?"

This is his pride...

Hey, Victor you didn't catch me!

The third leader Carlos Lederer looked at him who was in high spirits. In a trance, he seemed to see a general with a painted face behind Ochoa?
...

Juarez Frontier!
James Gavin, commander of the 82nd Airborne Division, looked livid and gloomy in the makeshift headquarters, and the staff and senior officers around him did not dare to say a word.

"Where are the reinforcements! Where are the reinforcements!!!"

"Can anyone tell me where the reinforcements are? Where are the 24rd Mechanized Infantry Division, the th Mountain Division, and the th Infantry Division that the front-line command promised to withdraw?"

Including the 82nd Division, these are the sequence of the 18th Airborne Army.

The liaison officer was a lieutenant colonel. He twitched his lips and said, "We are still going through the procedures."

"Program you MB!"

"Three days, how many casualties have we suffered in three days?!"

"The 407th Brigade Support Battalion and the 73st Squadron of the 1rd Cavalry Regiment are almost all dead in the rear of Juarez, and the remaining people have been captured. More than a thousand people in my front-line troops were killed, and you tell me we are still going through the procedures." James Gavin roared hysterically, grabbed the liaison staff officer and pressed him on the table.

The other party was shocked. "Division Commander, Division Commander, it's not me, it's the military inspector. He is reporting to the military headquarters. The military headquarters will upload it to the front headquarters, and there is no reply yet."

"This is a battlefield! A battlefield! Do we need to ask for instructions from the rear?" James Gavin asked in astonishment.

The liaison officer laughed awkwardly, "It's a rule of the military inspection system."

"Defense Minister Norman is just talking nonsense!"

The hot-tempered James Gavin cursed out this sentence without thinking, and his words were heard by the "military inspector" who walked in. The other party was a female soldier?

Well, it should be, she is wearing eye shadow.

Still holding the rank of major, she narrowed her eyes, "Colonel James, you are a little unhappy with the Pentagon. Is your loyalty to be tested?"

"I don't need you to test my loyalty. I ask you, where are the reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements!"

"The military has approved it, and the Pentagon is reviewing it. You have to be patient."

This irritated James Gavin again. "I've suffered thousands of casualties. My troops are demoralized and about to collapse. You're talking to me about approval? Where are the rules? I think it's you half-hearted people who are causing this. The Pentagon is in such a mess because of you LGBT people. I... I'm going to beat you to death!"

As he said this, he was about to pull out his gun and kill the other person.

Seeing this, the staff officer next to him hurriedly lifted his hand up, bang!
When the gunshots rang out, the military inspector screamed in fear and his face turned pale.

LGBT actually first appeared as a term in 1988, but the history of related social movements and group identities can be traced back to the 20s and 60s, with the Stonewall incident in 70 as a landmark starting point, and later gradually became politically correct.

The Thai army doesn't want ladyboys, but the United States does!
Can you not be angry?
"Just wait, this matter is not over yet." The military inspector ran away, leaving behind some harsh words.

The adjutant snatched James Gavin's pistol and said, "Commander, this is bad. The military supervisor reports to the higher-ups. What if he reports it?"

The staff officers nearby were stunned when they heard this, and looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

"The Pentagon is getting more and more incompetent. I think we should just surrender. If we can't go to Mexico, we can go to Texas, which is better than being here."

A captain standing in the corner muttered something, and everyone's eyes instantly turned to him. The captain was at a loss. When he saw James Gavin looking at him, his face darkened. "Commander, I...I was just joking."

"Get out!"

The captain picked up his helmet and ran out, fearing that he would be caught and shot if he ran a step too slowly.

James Gavin looked at the others standing there and waved his hand, "Everyone get out."

"Commander, are the troops still attacking?"

He paused and hesitated, "Let's rest first. Since there's no rush in the back, why should we rush?"

There is also some resentment in these words.

Who would be happy if he replaced her?
After hearing what he said, the officers nodded and left the headquarters. The adjutant deliberately walked behind. He turned back after everyone had left and said, "Division Commander, I think you are right. The military inspector from the Pentagon will definitely make other troop commanders dissatisfied. This method is too intense and too sudden, especially during the war. It will cause even greater waves."

James Gavin sat down slowly. He picked up the cigarette on the table, but the lighter was not working. He pressed it several times but it didn't light up. He slammed the table angrily and said bad things about the "Sire". "Norman Schwarzkopf has lost his awe of the battlefield since he entered the Pentagon. He is no longer the god of war in the Gulf War. He is now like..."

He tried hard to think of adjectives in his mind, holding a cigarette in his hand and frowning, "It's like a terminally ill serf who sees the throne within his reach and struggles to climb up. But when he sits on it, his reason has long been devoured by greed, tyranny and despotism."

James Gavin took a deep breath...

"Then talk to Texas. I don't want to betray the United States."

The adjutant's eyes lit up, and he patted his chest, "Don't worry, Commander, Texas Secretary of the Interior Yoder Wallace is my stepfather!"

"????"

James Gavin looked at him and spoke after a long pause, "Your mother...your mother...is quite good at finding things."

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(End of this chapter)