Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 626 Old friends are like autumn leaves falling in the wind...

General Max Weltherman, who was defecating in the bathroom of his office on the third floor of the Pentagon, locked the door without even pulling up his pants.

"Fuck! Charles, what are you talking about? Are you drunk? Are you out of your mind? A coup? What makes you think you can pull that?!"

He suddenly stopped talking, then covered half of his face with his hand and whispered, "Did the gentleman over there tell us to do something?"

Charles Grassley took a deep breath. He wanted to say yes, but Maxwell wasn't stupid; he would definitely contact Mexico.

He could only say the truth: "I think George W. Bush wants to discard someone after they've served their purpose!"

"He put me in charge of the CIA and is very interested in my position as President of the Senate. I may be dismissed by him soon. Similarly, do you think your position as Deputy Commander of the General Staff will be alright?"

"and!"

"Don't forget, we both signed those Twelve Treaties. Will Bush use us as a scapegoat for the sake of so-called public opinion?"

General Max Welshman wasn't actually very brave, and after being so frightened, he seemed a bit at a loss. "But...but he clearly promised us."

Charles interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

"Dude! Politicians' words are like foul-smelling farts, don't you know that?"

Max Welseman got nervous and farted on the toilet, making the atmosphere a little awkward, as if they were politicians.

"If we don't want to die like this, then we have no choice but to fight to the death."

"What if we hadn't taken down George W. Bush? Or what if we had taken him down and his replacement moved into the White House? What would have happened to us? The most important thing is that the Skull and Bones Society has taken control of the Pentagon. I have absolutely no ability to command troops, or even the police department."

Max Welshman's tone gradually lowered, and his mood was not good. Suddenly he asked, "We serve Mexico. We should ask Victor. He is better than Bush in terms of commitment. He won't abandon us."

Charles was at a loss.

We had no choice but to agree to his method.

After hanging up the phone, lost in thought, she sat blankly in her chair, her eyes vacant.

Meanwhile, Max Welshman pulled up his pants to make a phone call, but as soon as he stepped outside, he realized something was wrong.

You didn't wipe your poop!
"Fake!"

……

Colombia, Medellín.

The famous "Napoleone Estate" is now in ruins.

Pablo's famous private residence was destroyed in the air raid.

The Mexican Air Force specializes in attacking these kinds of places.

The evening breeze carried a touch of melancholy, and the ruins on the ground rang out with a tinkling sound.

A hunched figure sat slowly on a swing covered with fallen leaves, swaying gently while humming a Colombian children's song, looking rather desolate.

Humph~
The sound of hurried footsteps rang out as Carlos Ryder, the third leader of Medellín, approached with a tense expression. Upon seeing Pablo sitting on the swing, he excitedly shouted, "Boss!"

"Why are you running around like this? You're still sick. I thought you'd gone somewhere!" he said, and then he started crying.

The third-in-command of a world-class drug lord was overjoyed, as if he had found a lost toy, and wept with joy.

But you would never guess that the person sitting there is Pablo!
He should only be 44 years old, but he looks like he's in his seventies or eighties. He's lost all his energy and spirit.

So what if the whole family died...?

So what if Ochoa, who fought alongside me, died?

So what if he was betrayed by his cousin?
Ok…

It looks tragic, but it really is tragic.

But these are nothing compared to what he used to do to others.

He who kills will be killed by others!
When news of Ochoa's death in Burma arrived, Pablo the Mad seemed to have recovered from his madness, but he became increasingly reluctant to speak and preferred to shut himself away.

He no longer participated in any affairs of Medellín, but simply sat quietly in the courtyard.

His sudden disappearance today terrified Carlos Ryder, who searched frantically everywhere until he finally found him in the ruins.

Pablo looked at the weeping triad leader, patted his head, and gazed into the distance. "Do you remember the first time the three of us brothers transported goods to America?"

Before the other person could speak, he continued on his own.

"It was a television set. We transported televisions there and earned our first money. We went drinking, we went to see prostitutes. We were thinking about our future. We toasted, we vowed to become rich. But as our business grew bigger and bigger, I didn't feel happy at all. I don't know why, but sometimes I felt very empty..."

Third leader Carlos Ryder opened his mouth.

"Carlos, I'm going to die," Pablo suddenly said.

The other person's eyes widened immediately. "No, boss, no, your illness can be treated with medication. There's nothing to worry about!"

Pablo let out a long sigh, smiled, his eyes somewhat unfocused, "I saw Ochoa and his daughter waving and waiting for me, I saw my father making my favorite pumpkin pie, I saw them, they were all huddled together, waiting for me."

! ! ! !
“John! John!” Carlos shouted loudly to his bodyguard John Jero Veracruz, who heard the call and ran over immediately.

"Quick, get the boss to the hospital."

The two men quickly lifted Pablo up. He used to be very fat, but in the past year, his body continued to decline, and now he only weighs about 110 pounds, which is the weight of an adult male!

They drove him to the hospital owned by the Medellín Group.

After examining him, the doctor gave him a sedative, which put him to sleep.

"How is he?" Carlos Ryder asked hastily. "Mr. Pablo's vital signs are all very poor, and I think he's too preoccupied with his health, making it difficult for him to rely on external aids," the doctor said, shaking his head after composing himself.

“You mean… no! You have to save him, or I’ll stuff you into an oil drum and throw you into the sea!” Carlos Ryder shouted excitedly. He even reached for his gun, but his bodyguard John Jero Veracruz held him back. “Calm down, sir, calm down.”

“Go in and tell them to do everything in their power to keep Mr. Pablo alive!” John shouted to the terrified doctor.

The other person nodded hurriedly, their back covered in cold sweat.

Oh shit…

Treating these drug dealers is lucrative, but also dangerous; you could lose your life at any moment.

Carlos Ryder sat blankly in his chair, holding his head in his hands. He felt somewhat helpless and under immense pressure.

Can he withstand such a large drug trafficking organization?

Pablo's bodyguard, John Jero Veracruz, stood to the side, squinting, seemingly lost in thought.

Maybe…

Should we run for our lives?!

Here, faces are filled with worry; on the other side in Mexico, life is vibrant and full of vitality.

On October 20, at the closing ceremony of the three-day "Investors Conference", Victor personally arrived at the scene, wearing a brown suit.

Everyone present stood up and applauded.

Viktor smiled and shook hands with people, clapping gently as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

“He really looks like a Hollywood actor,” PepsiCo President Wayne Callaway whispered to IDG CEO Patrick McGovern beside him from a distance.

The latter nodded upon hearing this, then looked up and asked, "I heard that Pepsi has signed contracts for two large factories in Belize?"

Wayne Calaway gave an awkward laugh. "Small business, small business!"

Patrick McGovern turned his head and rolled his eyes. Pepsi is a necessity in Mexico. Although water is no longer scarce, many people still love the drink. It is said that the Mexican government has invested 50 billion riyals to support him in building factories and providing tax incentives.

It made people's eyes water.

It's rumored that PepsiCo plans to build a 500-meter-tall headquarters in Belize and hang a picture of Victor in it, but of course, this is just a rumor.

Viktor walked onto the stage, and his secretary handed him a prepared speech, many of which had been carefully crafted.

He tapped the microphone, and the crowd below slowly lowered their hands.

See, who says Americans don't know how to be socially savvy?

Isn’t this great?
"Dear investors and business partners,
Ladies and gentlemen, friends, good evening!

Applause broke out here; Casare's face even turned red from the applause.

"Today, we gather here to witness the successful hosting of the Mexico Global Investors Conference. The conference has now come to a successful close, but I believe a new chapter full of opportunities, cooperation, and shared prosperity is just beginning."

"First of all, please allow me, on behalf of the Mexican government and all its people, to extend my warmest welcome and sincerest gratitude to the global investors, business leaders, experts, scholars and international friends who have traveled from afar to actively participate in this grand event! Thank you for your trust, attention and valuable investment intentions."

"This conference is a gathering of confidence, a showcase of opportunities, and a dialogue on the future. We are delighted to see investors from all over the world using their keen insight to discern Mexico's potential and expressing their willingness to cooperate through pragmatic actions."

The numerous cooperation intentions and agreements reached during the conference cover several key areas. We have reached a comprehensive cooperation agreement with PepsiCo, which will provide them with a guarantee for more than 2 employees in Mexico. General Motors will work closely with the Mexican Automobile Company in Belize, where we will invest 200 billion riyals in vehicle upgrades and maintenance. Walmart will be able to meet the basic needs of the people, and we will provide sufficient guarantees in terms of land, taxes, and loans!
Friends,

Everyone knows what Mexico was like in the past.

But things are different now; the government is determined to build Mexico into a world-class country!

The current development trend presents an opportunity that investors should not miss.

We are steadfastly forging ahead along our path. Our economy is solid and resilient; our market is enormous, with robust and continuously upgrading demand; we have abundant talent reserves and our innovation capabilities are constantly improving; and most importantly, our door to further reform and opening up will only open wider!

"We pledge to provide a more stable, transparent, and fair business environment. The rule of law is the cornerstone of a market economy. We will continuously improve the legal and regulatory system, strengthen intellectual property protection, and ensure that all market entities, regardless of size or nationality, can compete and develop on a level playing field. Policy predictability is our solemn commitment to investors."

"We are committed to building a more efficient, convenient, and seamless investment service system. We will continuously optimize government services, simplify approval processes, and remove investment barriers to ensure that projects can be implemented quickly and operate smoothly. Your success is our greatest wish."

"We are committed to building a more dynamic, resilient, and sustainable development ecosystem. We are vigorously developing new productivity, actively embracing the digital and green revolutions, and providing investors with vast opportunities in future sectors such as aerospace and communications equipment. We are dedicated to building robust infrastructure, a strong talent support system, and a vibrant innovation ecosystem."

We look forward to working with investors to create a grand blueprint for Mexico's future.

The success of this conference is a new beginning, not an end. We will carefully review and actively follow up on the various outcomes achieved during the conference to ensure that intentions are translated into contracts, contracts into projects, and projects yield fruitful results. Our government departments at all levels will be the most steadfast supporters and the most efficient service providers for all investors.

Ladies and gentlemen, friends!

"Openness and cooperation are the trend of the times, and mutual benefit and win-win results are the aspiration of all people. Mexico will warmly welcome global investors to invest and develop here with a more open mind, more pragmatic measures, and a better environment. Let us seize the opportunities of the times, deepen mutual trust and cooperation, share the dividends of development, and jointly create a more prosperous, stable, and beautiful future!"

"Finally, thank you again for your participation and support! I wish you all great success in your investments in Mexico! I wish our cooperative partnership will flourish and bear abundant fruit!"
Thank you everyone!

After Viktor finished speaking, he took a step to the side and then bowed slightly to the ground.

This was the most "fake" he had ever made; it sounded too official. But he couldn't just make things up, could he?

Casare immediately stood up. As the most enthusiastic underling, he had to show his sincerity. Seeing him stand up, the people in the front row naturally stood up as well, and those behind him all stood up as well.

Cheers and jubilation erupted in the venue.

“We Mexicans are on a great path, winning in the past, winning now, and continuing to win in the future!” Casare said to Cuauhtmote beside him.

The president stared at him in astonishment.

Is this... your Casare's invention of winning strategies?
His eyes were filled with complex emotions. Compared to the other person, he felt as inexperienced as a primary school student!
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(End of this chapter)