Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 603 The heroes of the world are like the nobles crossing the river!
Even if the British don't agree, there's nothing they can do about it. None of the European fence-sitters will support them.

But think about it...

We are all Europeans, why should you give orders?
You British people are so awesome?
My lord, times have changed.

It was in such an atmosphere that the Allied Forces were quickly established!
7 Month 19 Day!
Mexico announced the formation of an alliance to launch an attack on Medellin, Colombia, the Cali Group and others!

On the same day, 32 countries including Britain, France, Germany, Italy and Denmark responded in their capitals.

Countries around the world were shocked by this!

The United Nations quickly convened a conference.

When Boutros Ghali walked into the corridor accompanied by bodyguards, the media who had been waiting on one side for a long time took the microphone.

"Secretary-General, Secretary-General, Mexico and European countries suddenly announced the establishment of an alliance. What does the United Nations think? Has the United Nations allowed it?"

Boutros Ghali forced a smile and waved.

The reporters were unwilling to give up, so they grabbed an ambassador and asked him questions. The neutral ones refused to answer, saying that this was drug control, not a war, and the S3 season had not even started.

But some people also expressed their dissatisfaction.

such as…

Israelites.

"We all know that Mexicans have aggression in their genes. I don't think it is peaceful to enter another country and kill their people. This is the behavior of FXS!"

“But Medellín and the Cali Cartel are drug traffickers!” a reporter loudly retorted, “They are not ordinary people.”

"Don't drug dealers have human rights? They are human beings too."

"Are the Palestinians in Gaza human beings? You are killing them too!"

The Israeli representative's face suddenly changed, and he looked at the other party's press pass fiercely. When he saw that it was a Mexican, he snorted and walked away as if he had eaten a fly.

Everyone knows that most Mexican journalists are managed by a "Mexican News Bureau", and this News Bureau is a well-known intelligence agency.

Seeing the Israeli representative being driven away in anger, the reporter was still shouting behind him, "Sir, from the rivers to the oceans, long live Palestine."

The other party staggered.

The reporter burst into laughter.

The reporters nearby were looking at him with envy. You are really brave enough to say that, and you are not afraid that Mossad will kill you. But who can blame you for being from the Mexican News Bureau?

who is afraid of who!

Later, Joachim Ribbentrop and his deputy Arthur Zimmermann came in chatting, and the reporters hurriedly called them over.

"Commissioner Joachim, may I ask what you think of the Mexican allies?"

"An act of justice!"

"The Israeli representative just now accused Mexico of killing innocent people. What do you think?" Someone started to complain, fanning the flames.

Joachim Ribbentrop was stunned. "Psycho... idiot."

Finished talking and left.

The eyes of the reporters behind him lit up.

The UN meeting lasted for a long time. The Israeli representative criticized the Allied Forces' actions at the meeting and said emotionally, "How dare you say you didn't hear the innocent cries? How dare you say you didn't see the sadness of the ruins? How dare you treat the war as a normal scene? How can you be so callous and regard human lives as insignificant grass? Your contempt for life is not a blatant betrayal of the basic conscience of being born as a human being?"

“Is Mexico going to kill everyone?”

He pointed at Joachim Ribbentrop and asked.

The latter narrowed his eyes, but...he restrained his anger very well. His boss Goebbels called him and begged him, telling him, "Don't do it again. Medical expenses have become the biggest expense of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Shall we give him a treat after the meeting?" asked the deputy, Arthur Zimmerman, in a low voice.

"We are civilized people, and civilized people cannot fight. And look at Europe and America, how many people are listening carefully? They all want to get involved in North America. Will they help the Israelis at this time? Just watch the show."

"I propose that the United Nations intervene and order Mexico to suspend this action."

Secretary-General Boutros Ghali nodded.

"I object!" Suddenly, the American raised his hand and the Israeli was stunned. Hey, hey, hey, no, Dad, it's me, you little Israel, you...you have to see clearly.

"As co-chair of the World Drug Enforcement Agency, Mexico has the power to launch any form of war against drug traffickers, and the United States will fully support it." After saying this, he put the microphone aside and stopped talking.

How could he not feel uncomfortable?
But the Pentagon's order was for them to cooperate with Mexico's actions and not to provoke the other side again. He knew that peace talks were needed.

So I don't hesitate to sell out other people's interests.

Americans are like this, they only care about their own interests and don’t care about anything else.

The Israeli representative's face turned blue and purple, then black, and he stared at the Americans. The other representatives from Britain, France, Russia and others all voted against it, so there was nothing they could do.

He could only sit down with a gloomy face.

"Look at him, doesn't he look like a monkey's butt?"

Just when the meeting hall was getting a little cold, Joachim Ribbentrop laughed out loud, and Arthur Zimmermann next to him also laughed out loud, baring his big front teeth and looking at the Israelis unkindly.

...

Once the United Nations agrees, the process will be fast.

On July 7, the front-line command was established in Bogota, Colombia. The commander-in-chief was Major General Erich Manstein, the deputy commander was Major General Gerd von Rundstedt, and the chief of staff was Major General Friedrich von Paulus, the former chief of staff of the Western Theater.

Mexico dispatched the 1st Guards Division and the 2nd Guards Division, a total of more than 2.2 people. The commander of the 2nd Division was Joseph Joffre. After suppressing the rebellion in Chiapas, he skipped levels and formed the 2nd Guards Division according to his wishes. It was a new recruit unit.

In addition, there are the Air Force, the 141st Special Forces Brigade, etc., totaling more than 3.2 people!

The United Kingdom dispatched SAS, SBS, as well as some ground crew and air forces, totaling about 2000 people.

Germany dispatched the German GSG9 special forces and 20 TM-170 armored personnel carriers. Others...

That adds up to nearly 9 people!

Of course, this is a far cry from the 69 people who were the focus of the US Gulf War, but isn’t it enough to fight drug dealers in Colombia?
There are still troops in Colombia!
Starting July 7st…

The troops gathered towards Colombia.

Everyone can feel the edge of the war—

There are many black markets that have issued tickets, the Allies VS Colombian drug dealers, who will win and who will lose, the former is 1:1.11, and the latter is 1:7999!

This looks totally irregular, who would offer such high odds?
"Bet! I bet on the Allied Forces to win. I'll bet one hundred thousand. I don't believe that this is even possible for me?!" This is a normal gambler who just wants to make a small profit.

The bigger gamblers bet on the impossible, betting on Medellin to win.

This look...

They are just fucking shills. These kinds of offline black market stores will run away after getting the money. It is common to see them.

In Colombia, many people began to worry about their lives and started to migrate or hide in safe areas.

And on May 7th.

Medellin's "President" Pablo gathered the crowd in the square. He likes to give speeches and likes to be noticed.

There are more than 12 people in the square!

“I am Pablo Escobar Gaviria!!!”

"Boss! Chief! The one who feeds your children!!!"

His opening remarks always seem so... direct and straightforward, but I have to say, they are very attractive and the group of people cheered!

"Those whore-born politicians with air conditioning and whiskey in Paris, those traitors licking Mexican boots in their plush offices in Bogota, those smug clowns in uniform...they think they can put their hands in my home? In Medellin? In the land that I watered with blood, sweat and cocaine?
"JA! Que se vayan al carajo!!! (Ha! Let them all go to hell!)"

His voice was heart-wrenching and the cheers from below were deafening!
"They call me a 'drug lord'? Fine! Then I'll show you how a 'drug lord' protects his people! How to defend his city! Medellin is my heart, my mother's embrace! The poor people in every mountain, every street, every block here are under my wings! I built houses for them! I treated them! I fed their children! And you, the vampires of Mexico, the running dogs of Bogota, what did you give them? Besides bullets and tears, what else?!"

"You think that sending a few pieces of paper with official seals, sending a few poor wretch in uniform, or dropping a few iron lumps from the sky will make me, Pablo Escobar, bow my head? That Medellin, the city where I was born, where I fought, and for which I bled, will surrender to you?"

"dream!!!!!!"

"Now, you're circling like vultures with your planes, your special forces, your informants, wanting to tear us apart? Wanting to destroy everything we've built?
"Listen to me, you bastards!!"

The war to defend Medellin officially begins today!

"I say to my brothers, pick up your weapons! Open your eyes! Any strange face, any suspicious vehicle, anyone who tries to disrupt our order - destroy them! (Acábenlos!!) Remember, I will repay your loyalty with gold! The price of your betrayal is something you and your family cannot afford. Medellín is ours, and we will not give up an inch of land!
“I also want to say to the police and soldiers who follow the government, I pay the salaries of many of you!!! I provide bread for your families!!!”

"Now, your superiors order you to deal with me? To deal with the people who feed you? How ungrateful! The smart ones, take my money and turn a blind eye, or just join us and enjoy endless wealth and glory! The stupid ones, wanting to be heroes? Your bodies will be thrown into the garbage dump, and your families will curse you in hell for your choice!

"I also want to say to that idiotic President Armando Benedet: Do you think you can win by clinging to Mexico's thighs? Do you think you can buy my life with a bounty? For every brother you capture, I will blow up one of your courts! For every one of my men you kill, I will bury ten times as many politicians and judges with you! If you dare to touch Medellin, I will make Bogota tremble in fear! Your prisons cannot hold me! Your bullets cannot kill me! I am the ghost of Medellin, and I am everywhere!!"

Pablo was out of breath after saying so much in one breath, but his anger was heard, and his followers were roaring and looking at him fanatically.

"Victor, Victor of Mexico, you dare to make decisions about my homeland from thousands of miles away? You dare to send your executioners to wreak havoc on the land of Colombia? Cuidado! (Be careful!)

"Your high-rises in Tijuana, your mansions in Guadalajara, your offices in Mexico City are not as safe as you think! Your war against me will burn back into your own backyard! Every Mexican civilian who dies is the price of your arrogance! You want to play with fire? I will give you the fire of hell!

“Medellin will not fall!!!”

"This is my kingdom! The poor here love me! The gunmen here die for me! Every inch of land here is soaked with my will! You want Medellin? Then bring your army! Bring your tanks and planes! Let's see whether your steel is more powerful or the will and rage of revenge of us mountain people are stronger!!"

"We will fight on every street corner! On every rooftop! On every hill! We will make the invaders bleed like rivers! Let the betrayers die without a burial place!!"

“I’m Pablo Escobar!
God is my witness and Medellin is my fortress!
Come on, cowards! We're waiting for you in Medellin!"

Pablo took a deep breath and spoke again with a tone of deep sadness: "Brothers of Medellín! Eagles of Antioquia!"

"My relatives died for Medellin. I will never surrender. They will protect us. I need you to join us in the resistance and overthrow the rich."

"I love you!"

"Happy Independence Day, Colombia."

He waved his arms at the crowd.

We must use a dialectical approach to look at a person. He must be a bad person because he is a drug dealer, but to Medellin, he is a good person. He builds roads, bridges, and schools. Maybe he is winning people's hearts, but it must be said that Medellin belongs to Pablo!
By the time he finished his speech, more than 2 people had joined the Medellin team.

That night, many TV stations around the world broadcast his speech, and Pablo’s “heroic presence” spread quickly, increasing his reputation in Europe and the United States.

Others called for joining Medellín.

The slogan "Drug dealers also need to live!" quickly rose on the Internet, and then this group of people under the name of "diversity" began to gather offline and call on their government to stop the war.

People are calling for action in Paris, France, Berlin, Munich, Germany, London, Manchester, England... all of them.

And in Mexico…

No one stepped forward. There were very few people in the country who sympathized with drug dealers. If there were any, students would be expelled, politicians would step down, businessmen would go bankrupt, and farmers would have their welfare withdrawn.

Victor looked at the other party's speech video with a deep look in his eyes.

Casare sighed and said, "From a Colombian farmer's son to stirring up the world, Pablo's life was worth it."

Victor nodded. "This world is full of talented people. There are many talented people. Throughout the long history, there are shining stars everywhere. If you want to stand out, you must be brave and hardworking! It is not a shame to be born in a humble family. A man who can bend and stretch is a real man!"

"But living in Medellin, I am just a pile of bones, not a hero."

Casare smiled, "Of course, if we talk about heroes, it's you, Boss."

Victor looked at him and patted him on the shoulder, "You're a hero too."

……

(End of this chapter)