Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 629 Trust Viktor One More Time?
Carlos Rider sat somewhat dejectedly in his office.

Pitch black...

Only the cigarette butt stood out brightly in the darkness.

He became withdrawn!

I'm so frustrated by this that I'm practically despondent.

They had finally managed to organize three thousand drug traffickers to launch a fierce attack on the Allied eastern front, which was led by Mexico!
Ok…

All that's left is sheer force. As the war progressed, their weapons and supplies became very weak. They were running out of ammunition, and their seas and land were blockaded. Even if you had the money, who would dare to sell to you?!
Those weapons suppliers can't just magically appear out of thin air.

So they used whatever they had, even bringing out Mauser rifles left behind in Colombia during World War II!
You're going to use this kind of weapon for a surprise attack...

You're like an Indian lizard crawling into bed—you can't tell the difference between humans and animals.

A show of force intended before surrender was instantly rendered idiotic.

It really looks just like India in 1962!

Most of the more than 3000 people were wiped out, with only a small number managing to escape.

I originally wanted to put on a show, but now I'm just a big lump.

That wasn't the end of it. The Allied forces on the Eastern Front launched a massive offensive, with tens of thousands of troops on the verge of reaching Medellín. Panic gripped the entire city.

Carlos Ryder, the third leader of Medellín, is now just cowering in the shadows, ignoring the protests and cries from the streets outside.

Once Medellín lost his mind, the various factions under him lost their balance. They already had grudges against each other, just like during the war against the Japanese. There were conflicts between the factions under the bald man. If it weren't for the name of fighting the Japanese together and Chiang Kai-shek's political tactics, they would have rebelled long ago. Even so, he was suppressed by General Li several times.

If even regular armies are like that, it goes without saying that Medellín is a disorganized, frameworkless, and hopeless organization. It's truly a case of revenge for every grudge.

boom-

A loud thud as the door was kicked open startled Carlos Ryder, who instinctively grabbed his weapon and stared fearfully at the doorway.

After being rammed three or four times, the door was forced open.

Then a group of people rushed in.

"Trant, Hodgson! What are you two doing?!"

Upon seeing the two leaders, Carlos Ryder shouted sternly.

These two men had been with Medellín for over a decade, but they weren't part of the inner circle. They were recruited during the organization's expansion and mergers; they were originally small-time couriers for the United States.

"Carlos, I'm asking you, where's Pablo?" The burly man named Tran, who looked to be in his early fifties with sagging chest, questioned him, holding a Colt in his hand.

Carlos Ryder grunted, speaking evasively, "Does the boss need to tell you what he's doing? Just remember, this is a rumor!"

"Moreover, you should know that the strategy of surrendering to Colombia was proposed by the boss."

These words caused everyone to look at each other in disbelief.

"Bullshit!" Tran saw that everyone was wavering. "Don't try to fool us. We all know. Pablo was sent to the hospital and never came out."

Carlos's expression darkened, and in an instant, he raised his gun and fired three shots at Tran without his wrist even trembling.

Two shots to the chest and one to the head!

Even Jesus would shake his head!
He's no saint either. Do you think he's only alive because of Pablo?

This sudden turn of events panicked Hodgson, the other leader of the team, as a group of people pointed guns at him.

"What are you doing! Are you trying to rebel?!"

Carlos ignored them, stepped forward, pointed to his head, and said, "Kill me! Come on, kill me. After Pablo finishes his business, let's see if they'll skin your whole family alive."

Hodgson clearly didn't have Trant's guts; after being so intimidated, his hands trembled slightly, and he swallowed hard.

“Third Boss, we…we just want to know about Boss Pablo. It was all Tran who instigated us. They said you were only hiding the news because you wanted to seize power.”

Carlos Ryder's expression darkened. He took a deep breath and took a step back. "You can leave now. You must believe me, we are planning a counterattack. Surrender is just a temporary setback."

Hodgson glanced at his underlings. None of them dared to shoot and kill him. If Pablo was still alive, their lives would be much easier.

"Third Boss, about this matter..."

"Don't worry, Tran is a menace. It's precisely at times like this that we brothers need to unite as one."

These words gave them a slight sense of relief, and they hurriedly apologized. Then they dragged Tran's body out. When they turned around, Carlos Ryder pulled out an Uzi submachine gun from under his desk and started spraying bullets at the group!

Thump thump thump thump—

You simply can't dodge close-range gunfire.

A group of people screamed and fell to the ground.

Hodgson coughed up blood and tried to turn his head, but before he could turn, Carlos Ryder stomped on his head and fired a series of blows into his back.

Fuck your mother!

"You bunch of lowlifes, you want to rebel?!"

He switched magazines and fired another burst at the still-alive men on the ground. Just then, Pablo's bodyguard, John Jero Veracruz, who had finally heard the gunfire, ran over with two gunmen. He looked horrified when he saw the corpses strewn across the ground.

"Where have you been? Why is there no security in the building?!" Carlos Ryder demanded.

The two gunmen were quite embarrassed and looked at John Jero Veracruz in unison. The latter narrowed his eyes and said in a strained voice, "No... there are some soldiers running amok on the road ahead. We'll go and deal with them."

This excuse is so lame, how lame?
Just like I claim to the world that I can be a groom every day, actually I only get three days of rest after one flight.

Carlos Riddle, of course, didn't believe such nonsense. He noticed that John seemed to be gathering a group of people lately, not knowing what he was planning to do, but what was the point of saying all this now?
This guy wouldn't exactly launch an attack on Allied and Colombian high command during the surrender ceremony, would he? Hahaha…

He suddenly raised his head and stared at the other person, a sudden look that made John Jero Veracruz feel uneasy.

“You two go out first.” Carlos looked at the two gunmen, but they glanced at John.

"roll!"

Enraged, Carlos cursed loudly, and the two fled in disarray.

“I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, but don’t treat your brothers like this,” John said with a smile, trying to ease the tension.

Carlos Ryder was direct: "What do you want to do?"

“I’ve noticed you’ve been getting quite close to a lot of people in private lately, which isn’t like you, John. Of course, I’m not thinking of suspecting you. After all, if you hadn’t saved me three years ago, I would be dead by now. But I want to know, is there anything you can’t say to my face that you have to keep hidden?”

Carlos Ryder shook his head. "Don't you trust me at all?"

John Jero Veracruz opened his mouth slightly, but then forced a smile, "No, what could possibly stop you..."

"Are you trying to cause trouble at the surrender ceremony?!" Carlos asked directly and knowingly.

John remained silent.

But sometimes when you don't speak, you are actually speaking:
"Do you want to get us all killed? You should know that if anything happens to them, none of us will survive."

"Do you think we'll survive if we surrender?"

John Jero Veracruz retorted, "You still think this is just a sweep organized by the Colombian government? No! This is completely different from what you see in American TV shows. You think you can just give them some money and be done with it? No way. The Allies, especially Mexico, want us dead. We've caused Viktor a lot of trouble with terrorist attacks. Do you think we'll get away with this?"

Nobody's an idiot.

It was just wishful thinking.

Everyone knows that promiscuity can lead to HIV infection, but nobody believes they will get it themselves.

Carlos understood the intricacies of the situation and was also afraid that the surrender ceremony would turn bloody, knowing that Victor had a very bad reputation in the drug cartel.

You could even say that…

I wish I could devour its flesh raw!
If Victor were to suddenly die, the drug dealers would be set for life.

If Carlos didn't know, he wouldn't have locked himself in his office; he did know.

John grabbed his shoulder and said ruthlessly, "If we eliminate the Allied high command and the Colombian high command, there will be a power vacuum, giving us more time to retreat or prepare. Do you really want our cause to just vanish like this?"

"But have you considered what if you fail...?"

John waved his hand forcefully, "I don't care!"

"If we succeed, we'll be pioneering; if we fail, we'll die together. It's better than being insulted by those people."

If you only heard those two sentences from him, you'd think he was some kind of positive character.

It's just that Viktor killed too many people in the past, making everyone panic.

I want to give it my all…

They don't want to become Colombia's fertilizer.

After hearing his words, the third leader, Carlos Ryder, hesitated again. "It shouldn't be that bad. We have hundreds of thousands of people."

“That son of a bitch Victor won’t let us live. Do you think there’s any difference between tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands to him?”

Just as the two were arguing, there was a knock on the door.

John shouted angrily, "Who!"

Just then, a young man named Karami came in. He held a note in his hand and asked cautiously, "Big brother, the Allies have dropped surrender notices in transport planes again. This time it's Mexico. They say they'll guarantee our safety if we lay down our weapons."

"Similarly, this includes drug traffickers."

"Moreover, it was also said that as long as Medellín was willing to transfer $600 billion to the Mexican government, his personal freedom could even be guaranteed."

“Liar! This is all a lie!” John Jero Villacques grabbed the surrender letter, tore it in half, and shouted, “This is absolutely fake.”

"Casare of Mexico also said on television that he was willing to sign a not-guilty declaration," the younger brother said softly.

John Jero Veracruz: "..."

Carlos Ryder raised an eyebrow. "How about we trust Victor one more time?"

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(End of this chapter)