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Chapter 609 Medellín Loses a Leg!

Ochoa got up from the hotel bed with a headache and shook his head.

He's going to meet a high-ranking figure in the Myanmar military today!

Khun Sa was not very accommodating and unwilling to "make concessions" to Medellin in business. Ochoa had no choice but to take a roundabout approach. His client spent $200 million to find a bigwig in Myanmar, hoping to put in a good word for him.

In the Golden Triangle region…

How could Khun Sa have gone from a remnant party member to an independent leader if he had no one supporting him?
The intricacies of human relationships within the story are incredibly profound!
August 8 at 8am.

Ochoa, dressed in a suit, walked out of the "Chinatown Hotel". He was staying in Yangon's Chinatown, which was relatively safe. Since the reform and opening up, the Burmese authorities have also realized that Chinese people have money, so in order to keep them here, there are more police patrols in Chinatown.

But strangely enough, Chinatown also has the highest number of missing persons.

Ochoa brought more than a dozen bodyguards with him this time. In addition, this is Khun Sa's territory. Even if the deal doesn't go through, it's still good to be on good terms. There's no need to offend Medellín, is there?
But his delicious meat was so appealing that you could smell it three kilometers away.

When he came out of the elevator, a cleaner in the lobby looked up at him, then looked down and patted the mop in his hand twice. In a van with the words "Baoyu Dairy Farm" written on it at the entrance of Chinatown, the windows were covered with privacy screens, and there were five or six people and a bunch of equipment inside.

A red light came on.

"Chief, the person is out!"

Today, Matahari, the head of the Asian intelligence agency, looked dashing in a short shirt and with his hair tied back. He picked up his walkie-talkie and announced, "Action!"

Three bulletproof Mercedes were parked at the entrance. A young couple who looked like backpackers were playfully approaching the last car when they accidentally bumped into the rearview mirror, and everything in their backpacks fell out.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The driver pushed open the car door, shoved the boy in the couple aside, and said fiercely with a frown.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, sir, we...we didn't mean to." The little girl looked at him with pleading eyes, her voice trembling as if she were terrified.

Men are such creatures…

It naturally gives women a sense of relaxation.

Seeing the other person's pitiful appearance, the driver snorted, glanced at the ground, and frowned, "Hurry up and pick it up."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The boy chuckled and hurriedly bent down to pick up the item. After the other person got into the car, he stuck something about the size of a ring box on the floor with a crisp "smack."

After the couple finished packing, they saluted the driver in the driver's seat as an apology, and then ran away hand in hand.

The driver shook his head.

At that moment, Ochoa emerged under the protection of bodyguards, exuding an aura of power. Pedestrians who were originally walking on the steps instinctively avoided him upon seeing this scene.

The bodyguard opened the door, and Ochoa got into the car in the middle.

The moment his bottom touched the cushion, his heart skipped a beat. He felt uneasy all over and couldn't help but shift from side to side.

"What's wrong, sir?" The bodyguard in the passenger seat noticed his unease in the rearview mirror and quickly asked.

Ochoa shook his head. "It's alright, let's go."

"drive!"

The head of the bodyguards pressed his earpiece and said, "Driver, start the engine, and the car will slowly move."

At the corner of Chinatown, a man holding a remote control slammed his right hand down and yelled, "Fuck you!!"

boom! ! ! !

A surge of heat and a shockwave from the bottom of the rear of the car instantly flipped it over!
The destructive power of 100 grams of C4 explosive is astonishing.

The people in the last car didn't even have time to react before they were blown to pieces, which also impacted nearby pedestrians and the car Ochoa was in in front.

The shockwave shattered holes in the walls of the surrounding shops.

Panicked pedestrians screamed and ran around like headless flies.

There were also injured people lying on the ground groaning in pain...

Ochoa, who was inside the car, was also slammed against the back of the seat in front of her by the tremendous impact, her head spinning...

Those bodyguards, on the other hand, were more professional.

The car in front quickly stopped, and four bodyguards, armed with .32 ACP Beretta 30X pistols, appeared. Two guards were alert to their surroundings, while two tried to open Ochoa's car door, but the shockwave had flattened the door, making it difficult to open for the time being.

Woo woo woo—

The low growl of the motorcycle suddenly rang out.

Two Honda CG125 motorcycles emerged from two intersections, both wearing helmets and carrying passengers in the front and back.

"!!!"

The gunmen behind them, armed with MAC-10 submachine guns, began firing at the bodyguards and cars from 30 meters away.

This distance…

Anyone who's ever fired a handgun knows it's not easy to aim. Of course, I'm talking about handguns, not the kind you use to take off your pants.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump!

The gunmen on the two motorcycles appeared too suddenly. No matter how good the bodyguards were, it was too late. They were instantly riddled with bullets. After getting close to the car, the gunmen pulled out a grenade and threw it in through the window.

The motorcyclist didn't stop either; the whole sequence of movements was graceful and fluid.

You can tell at a glance that this person is an expert!
boom! ! !
The top of the bulletproof car was blown off, spun half a circle in mid-air, and then crashed to the ground.

This entire sequence, from the explosion to the gunman's attack, lasted no more than 40 seconds...

By the time the police arrived, the guy had already run away.

"An ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

The officer in charge, watching the raging fire, pulled out his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Headquarters, headquarters, calling for backup! Calling for backup!"

Ten minutes later, a military Bell-205A-1 appeared in the sky above Chinatown, patrolling around. Twenty minutes later, the police arrived but were driven away by the military, who then took over the case.

The police could only stand by and watch the show with their tails between their legs.

The Myanmar constitution stipulates that 25% of the seats in parliament are reserved for the military, which gives the military considerable influence in parliament, enabling it to influence various bills and decisions, and the military has the power to veto all constitutional amendments.

same!

The military established the Myanmar Economic Corporation (MEC) and the Union Economic Holdings of Myanmar Limited (UMEHL). These two giants have businesses spanning various sectors, including construction, hotels, tourism, transportation, jade, agriculture, mining, and energy. They currently have at least 120 subsidiaries. As a result, the military has become a major player in Myanmar's economy, controlling key sectors and a large amount of resources, which provides an economic foundation for consolidating its power.

Therefore, the military has extremely great power.

A colonel arrived at the scene with a very serious expression. Such a heinous crime in Chinatown naturally attracted a lot of attention.

"Sir, the deceased's identity has been confirmed. He was Ochoa, the second-in-command of Medellín. He entered through the Myanmar Investment Promotion Bureau."

The colonel's pupils contracted upon hearing the name, and he asked in Burmese, "What else was found at the scene?"

"C4 and MAC10 submachine gun bullets were found at the scene. The perpetrators worked together very well, and we don't think it was done by an ordinary person."

"Nonsense, I know they're not ordinary people. Where are the security cameras?"

"The surveillance cameras...the surveillance cameras are broken."

The colonel's face darkened. "Continue investigating the leads. I'm calling the higher-ups."

He turned and found a corner, then made a call to a big shot. His expression was very obsequious. The person on the other end was of high status. After listening to his report, the person calmly said, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, the colonel wiped the sweat from his brow, hesitated for a moment, and then called Khun Sa again, "Hey! Something's happened!!"

This is the headquarters of the famous "Cali Group" in Cali, Colombia.

There's a saying here:

Don't try anything funny here; the God of Cali is watching.

What makes this organization most remarkable is its low-key and sophisticated nature!
Unlike the Medellín Cartel, which is notorious for its violence, the Cali Cartel operates discreetly and rarely resorts to violence, preferring to operate under the guise of legality. They masquerade as businessmen, operating from high-rise buildings and farms in Colombia, transporting drugs via traditional cargo ships to avoid attracting too much attention.

Their ability to amass wealth was extraordinary; at their peak, they trafficked up to 340 metric tons of cocaine annually, earning $230 billion a year, averaging $46 per minute. They possessed sophisticated money laundering systems, employing top accountants and lawyers to deposit funds in Panamanian banks or various European and American banks. They also invested in land acquisition, factory construction, and other ventures to provide drug traffickers with legitimate jobs, attempting to legalize their illicit funds.

They have various industries worldwide, spanning many sectors, and for a period of time, their "industries" were among the Fortune Global 500...

As a result, many people working overseas have no idea that their parent company was actually involved in drug trafficking!
Tell me, are you awesome or amazing?

In addition, their surveillance system is so advanced that even the CIA is envious. Once you enter Cali, the taxis are full of people from drug cartels, not to mention the people you see on the street.

They are also organizations targeted by the "Victor Anti-Drug Alliance".

If you keep a low profile, I won't hit you?
Even if you were a dog selling drugs, I, Victor, would still cut you off.

Especially after Miguel Rodriguez Aurejuela, one of the four godfathers of Cali, was killed (Chapter 199), he harbored absolute hatred for Victor and naturally wanted to tear him to pieces.

"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

While Gilbert, the eldest brother, was in his office discussing military operations with his two remaining brothers and the military advisors they had hired at great expense, the door was pushed open and a panicked voice rang out.

Gilbert frowned in displeasure, but his expression softened slightly upon seeing who it was, though he still snapped, "William! Don't you know how to knock?"

The one who came in was the son of the second son, Miguel, William Rodriguez Aurejuela, who is currently the security consultant for the Cali Group. He is only 21 years old.

Gilbert and the others liked their nephew very much. He was a steady and capable man, someone who could accomplish great things. He had previously been in charge of the company's delivery business. His ideas for hiding drugs in hollowed-out timber and chlorine cylinders were all his, and he was quite talented.

"Uncle, Ochoa is dead! He died in Yangon, Myanmar!"

A moment of silence fell over the office.

The third brother, Ceppe Santa Cruz, and the fourth brother, Herrera, looked at their eldest brother in a panic, then at their nephew, asking, "How did he die?"

"I called the people there and they said that I was attacked after leaving the hotel. The attacker used a submachine gun and a C4 bomb. It is still unclear who the perpetrator is."

Gilbert's chest heaved slightly, clearly indicating that he was also not at peace.

Because, in his view, the Medellín Group is now entirely supported by Ochoa. The boss, Pablo, has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, delirium, phobias, etc., and is basically useless. He has very little time to be able to act independently, especially his delirium, which is particularly severe.

And the third leader, Carlos Ryder... is like a toad; he needs someone to poke him from behind, otherwise he won't move, and the others are even more incompetent.

Ochoa was prestigious, decisive, and capable. Medellín could hold on with him around, but with him gone, it was all over.

The window wasn't closed, and a gust of wind blew in, making Gilbert feel a chill...

After a long pause, he let out a long sigh.

The third brother, Ceppe Santa Cruz, and the fourth brother, Herrera, panicked instantly.

Big brother, don't sigh, big brother, you are our backbone!
"There's no way out..."

These five short words cannot express the bitterness and resentment.

"Boss, don't be so pessimistic..."

“I’m not pessimistic…” Gilbert began, then glanced at the military advisors, forced a smile, and said in English, “Mr. Orleans, you all go and rest first. We need to discuss some things.”

"no problem."

The white men nodded and left. Although they couldn't understand Spanish, their expressions were pessimistic, as if the business was going to go out of business tomorrow.

"I am despair!"

Gilbert shook his head and sighed, "Medellín is hopeless, and the Allied forces have begun to assemble troops in the Bogotá metropolitan area. Without air superiority, we can't hold out for long..."

What is the name of the world's largest social organization?
country!

"All we can rely on now is our popular support. We can issue bounties for Allied soldiers: 2 Colombian pesos for killing a regular Allied soldier, and 20 for killing an officer!"

"Moreover, we cannot fight them in cities. We need to use the terrain of the Cauca Valley Province to wage guerrilla warfare in the Cordillera Mountains and rainforests. Those Allied troops from big cities cannot stand the heat here."

"Furthermore, we must do our utmost to bribe Colombian government personnel. We need to know their every move. If possible, we should also bribe military personnel within the allied forces. $50, $100 million, if that doesn't work, $300 million! $1000 million! I refuse to believe that anyone can say no to the onslaught of money!"

Gilbert became somewhat emotional towards the end.

But isn't this just a helpless roar?

It seems they have nothing left but money.

From a moral or other perspective, Colombia is the legitimate party, recognized by the United Nations; all others are rebels!

"And most importantly..."

"Try to send your relatives out of the country. Don't go to Europe or stay in North America. Send them to areas in Mexico that haven't been affected by the radiation yet."

"That leaves the Mariana Trench and Mount Everest," William Rodriguez Aurejuela muttered upon hearing this, but after being glared at by his uncle, he dared not say anything more.

"Go to Myanmar, go to the Middle East, go to Russia, go anywhere as long as you can survive. Staying here will only lead to death."

"Don't let anyone else know about this, Herrera. I'll find a way to get the news of your death out, and then... you can run away with them."

The fourth brother, Herrera, opened his mouth, "Big brother..."

"You are more low-key than us. Our family cannot be destroyed in our hands. Thank you for your hard work."

Herrera, who has always served as the chief technical officer, has indeed had relatively few appearances, which makes him a perfect fit.

“Victor, I’ll fuck you!” the third brother, Chepe Santa Cruz, cursed.

Look, look...

He really got anxious.

If all else fails, just surrender. You can be reincarnated sooner if you die, and Viktor might even let you cut in line.

Resistance only leads to death.

Allied Command in Bogotá.

Erich Manstein sat in the conference room, looking at the noisy British, French, and German generals, and felt a headache coming on.

Turning to his chief of staff, Major General Frederick von Paulus, he said, "May I give each of them a grenade?"

The latter chuckled and quickly waved his hand, "It's not that bad, it's not that bad."

He stood up and tapped on the table. "Quiet, quiet!"

But these people continued to do as they pleased.

Erich Manstein jumped to his feet, grabbed the pistol from the table, and pointed it at his head, "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Four shots were fired in quick succession!

Then, pointing at them, he grinned and said, "This is the last bullet. Whoever talks the most nonsense, I'll shoot them dead!"

……

(End of this chapter)