Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 630 The root is rotten, it's very difficult to cure!

The television camera was swaying slightly.

In the streets and alleys of Medellín, groups of armed men carrying AKs sat together, some of them looking gaunt from hunger.

real…

Medellín is no different from Gaza now, surrounded on all sides, and supplies from the outside can't get in. You can let the people eat tree bark, but you can't let drug dealers go, otherwise if they can't even afford to eat if they follow you, then what's the point of everyone doing this?

If I could endure this hardship, I wouldn't be a drug dealer.

The television was broadcasting Mexican political news; they no longer trusted the words of the higher-ups and preferred to believe their own intuition and eyes.

"At 14:00 PM today, Mexican Prime Minister Casare González answered reporters' questions about the drug crackdown in Medellín and the handling of those involved. Here is a live report."

As soon as the female host finished speaking, the camera switched to Casare, who was wearing a gray-brown suit, while the police chief, dressed in a police uniform, stood next to him with his hands solemnly placed in front of him.

The background scene is solemn, with the Mexican flag prominently displayed.

"A lawsuit against the Colombian drug cartel:"

As the Standing Representative of the Council of the Colombian Peoples' Union, I hereby issue a final appeal to those trapped in the vortex of drug violence—this is not a compromise, but a last chance for peace for the people of Colombia!
“Over the past decade, more than 35 people have died from drug violence in Colombia. Every life is a scar on the nation! We have deployed the military to block major drug trafficking routes, cut off funding chains, and cooperate with Interpol to freeze overseas assets. Anyone who continues to resist will face the military’s relentless crackdown—you have nowhere to run!”

"Throughout Mexico, anyone who dares to oppose us will be eliminated on the spot!"

"However, adhering to the principle of treating the sick and saving lives, I declare, based on Article 52 (Sentencing Factors) of the Criminal Code of the Organization of the Convention for the Progress of Mankind and the powers granted to me by the Criminal Reconciliation Procedure Law:"

Anyone who voluntarily completes the following actions before November 10 will receive the maximum leniency permitted by law:
1. Immediately cease all criminal activities.

2. Surrender all weapons, drugs, and criminal assets to the authorities within 90 hours!

3. Register your surrender with the Allied forces at the front.

Those who surrender will receive the following benefits from the "Covenant on Human Progress and Innovation":

1. Judicial sentencing reductions can reach up to 95% of the statutory minimum sentence.
2. Prioritize the application of non-violent crime rehabilitation procedures.

3. Initiate a witness protection program for those who provide key intelligence.

4. We will provide a series of preferential treatments to the first 1000 soldiers who surrender, including double rooms and the right to retain 15% of their personal assets. We swear to God that the first 10000 soldiers who arrive at the front lines with a letter of surrender will be guaranteed enough food!

At this moment, the Medellín crime syndicate's stronghold is surrounded by 2.8 troops. Every hour you delay, the encirclement shrinks by one kilometer—when the bells toll, the door of forgiveness will be closed forever!

You will drown in the Pacific Ocean, and be killed on this land of evil.

Do not attempt to resist!

Pablo is dead, and any act of burying him with his dead is foolish!

A special warning is also issued to the leaders of the groups who refuse to surrender: your names are already on Interpol's Red Notice!
And for the grassroots members—those teenagers forced to carry guns, the farmers coerced into transporting goods: lay down your weapons and come out, and the government will provide you with new identities, vocational skills training, and land!

We will take responsibility for your future lives.

To all Colombian citizens! Please provide information through the [whistleblower hotline: 1840]. Every piece of information will help end this nightmare. We have established a 7000 million reais whistleblower fund, overseen and distributed by the "Covenant for Human Progress and Innovation"!
Casare glanced at the watch on his wrist, which cost several hundred dollars:
The countdown has begun.

Surrender or be destroyed, this is your final choice! For the sake of Colombian mothers no longer weeping, for the sake of the children's future—I command in the name of the Constitution: Lay down your arms!

...

His voice came from the television.

In Medellín, many people saw this, but they remained silent; no one was the first to speak, they simply looked at each other.

"It seems that the top 1000 have to bring a letter of surrender..." Someone suddenly spoke up, but this sentence instantly shattered the atmosphere.

The Allied forces lost over 100,000 surrender letters, but who would keep them?

They were all either torn up by themselves or taken away by the higher-ups.

“Jar! I remember you seemed to be hiding.”

A man with a buzz cut and a long scar near his eyebrow suddenly turned around and looked at a henchman sitting in the distance. He rudely reached out and said, "Give it to me."

idiot!

That's an idiot.

As the boss, you shouldn't speak like that in public.

What is a letter of surrender now?
Holding it means you are treated differently from others, like a "prisoner of war," and you can even retain your property.

Mexicans are unlikely to lie. They're saying this in front of hundreds of millions of people around the world; they certainly care about their reputation, as the country's credibility is related to its future.

If you don't believe me, look at India. Is there anyone who dares to do business there now?

The younger brother named Jarl stiffened, his expression becoming somewhat unnatural, and he was also a little annoyed. He replied in a muffled voice, "It's gone. I threw it away."

The boss's brow twitched, and he exclaimed, "How could this be? I don't believe it. Stand up and let me search you."

That was rather blunt.

The underling refused outright with a dark expression, "Boss, what you're saying doesn't make sense, it's impossible. I have my dignity too."

"I told you to take it out!"

The older brother, whose face darkened after being rejected, pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at the other man.

This time...

You've completely crushed your underlings. Life is already tough enough, everyone's starving, and you're doing this?

"No! Impossible, Emmanuel! I'm telling you, I won't let you search me. And don't think I don't know you've hidden food. You've hidden cookies in your wife's pillow." The henchman Jarl immediately kicked up a fuss.

Now, you could sense that the other underlings' expressions had turned strange.

The way he looked at the boss became increasingly strange.

"Boss, is what he said true?"

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" the older brother shouted, but his voice sounded panicked.

"Why don't we just tear the pillow open and take a look?" someone suggested.

"no!"

"Let's see who doesn't listen to me!"

The boss stood in a panic at the door, but the more he acted this way, the more suspicious everyone became. Meanwhile, the disgruntled henchman Jarl pulled back the bolt of his gun. "Don't listen to his nonsense. Get out of here. Boss? He's never treated us like brothers. He's just used us as expendable material!"

He led the charge outwards.

The two started shoving each other, and then…

chug-

A burst of bullets rang out. Jarl clutched his chest, collapsed to the ground, and began vomiting blood.

Good grief, this is really going to cause an uproar.

"Murder! Emmanuel has murdered someone! Kill him! Kill him!"

The eldest brother hurriedly waved his hand, but before he could answer, his body was folded into a screen.

Medellín was already in chaos, and everyone was finally getting some rest at night. Your firing of the gun directly provoked other organizations in the distance.

Like a chain reaction...

Gunshots and grenades echoed throughout the night.

Carlos Ryder, who had finally managed to doze off on the sofa at the Medellin headquarters, was suddenly jolted awake. "Where is the shooting? Where is the shooting?"

He then saw his bodyguard, John Jero Veracruz, run out with a gun, his eyes dark and his expression tense. Even though he had killed many people for Pablo, he couldn't help but panic when faced with being trapped like a beast.

He peered out the window and carefully pulled back the curtains. He saw flames erupting in the distance, as if someone had set a fire.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing, there’s just some rioting in the city.” Bodyguard John Jero Veracruz turned back to reassure the third leader, Carlos Ryder.

But after he said that, the two of them fell silent. Damn it…

How can you say that like that?

The city is in complete chaos, they should be worried, but they seem to have taken it all in stride now?
"The situation is in such a mess."

“There’s no other way. Casare has announced that as long as the first 10000 people surrender with a letter of surrender, their assets will be guaranteed. Our own people have started killing each other first.” John Jero Veracruz’s words were somewhat heavy.

Some felt lost and confused.

"!!!"

Carlos was startled. "What about the people we arranged? What if they have their own ideas?"

He could tell at a glance how vicious the move was.

Everyone wants to be in the top 10000, which is a matter of personal interest. It's practically impossible to make them put the collective interest above their own.

John Jero Veracruz's eyes glazed over at the question, and he said weakly, "They're all our trained assassins..."

“But being a suicide soldier doesn’t mean you’re actually willing to die!” Carlos said.

“There’s no other way, we have to take action first.” The other side gritted their teeth. “We can’t drag this out any longer. They gave us 90 hours, but we have to surrender in advance, and we have to surrender decisively and cleanly, so that the Mexican army and the Colombian government will lower their guard. We can’t hesitate any longer.”

Third Leader Carlos Ryder spoke very well, but when it came to actually making a choice, he began to hesitate.

"Hey! What are you still thinking? Do you really believe Jesus will come down to save us? No one can save us now!!"

"What about Pablo in the hospital?" Carlos asked worriedly. "The Colombian government won't let him go, and... he's currently powerless to resist. If he's arrested, I think he's only one step away from death."

As expected of three brothers who were about to become sworn brothers, even now that the eldest brother is lying there, he is still worried.

John Jero Veracruz's eyelids twitched. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't just give up like this, could he?
It's a spiritual symbol.

“I…we’re thinking about it, we’re thinking about it,” Carlos said, trembling.

"I can't think about it anymore, there's no time!"

"Ten hours, just ten hours, John. We're not short of time. Casare said the 10,000 spots will have good benefits, but he won't eliminate everyone who comes later. We still have time..."

John Jero Veracruz, seeing his weak appearance, wished he could kill him!

He left with a dark expression, slamming the door shut behind him.

Carlos trembled, turning his head to look at the door. His neck seemed to be turning, as if he was thinking of something, and his expression was full of struggle and shame in his eyes.

???

"I'm sorry, John, but Boss Pablo is more important than you!"

As he spoke, he stood up, pulled a new cell phone from his desk, and dialed the number 1840 written on the letter of surrender!

"Hello, this is Medellin Carlos Ryder. I'm looking for your leader!"

……

Casare's remarks gave people hope for the eradication of drugs in Colombia.

Of course, I just hope...

Moreover, everyone understands one thing: the reason why drug cartels have such great power among ordinary people is primarily because the countries in Latin America are truly corrupt.

With a terrible economy and a terrible government, there's no hope in sight. If you lived here, you'd definitely want to take a gamble. Who can be sure that you won't be the next Pablo?
There is a saying: "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame."

Of course, some people say that even in such developed places as Europe and America, drug dealers are so rampant. All I can say is, damn idiots!
They've had too many good days; they're just asking for trouble, all for the sake of so-called "individuality."

Therefore, it's easy to crack down on organized drug dealers, but it's really difficult to crack down on scattered ones.

The Covenant for Human Progress and Innovation has also conducted several assessments, concluding that drug traffickers are being driven by a growing trend to operate in smaller, more dispersed groups, such as a dozen or more people hiding in remote mountainous areas.

Latin America has many mountain ranges, the most famous being the Cordillera, which runs through the western part of the North and South American continents, stretching from Alaska in the north to Tierra del Fuego in the south, for approximately 1.5 kilometers. The Andes Mountains are the main mountain range in Latin America, forming the core of the Cordillera system in South America.

How many people do you think could be hiding inside?
Therefore, Victor was not happy about the impending collapse of the Colombian drug cartel; on the contrary, he felt a bit of a headache.

My cold has been recurring for the past few days.

He put down the documents and forced himself to go downstairs for a walk.

Oh shit…

Your job belongs to the country, but your life belongs to yourself.

Moreover, other Latin American countries are really bad, what can be done?

Should we tell them, "You should step down and let me take over?"
Even if someone truly has the best temper, they still have to stand up against Viktor.

For decades, someone tried to force everyone to unite, but he failed.

He had just stepped out of his office when he ran into George Smiley from the Internal Affairs Department. Smiley looked conflicted, paused when he saw Victor, and then quickly stood at attention.

"I don't want to hear about work right now, let me rest for a bit," Viktor said, waving his hand and rubbing his head.

George Smiley gave an awkward, forced laugh, his expression somewhat uneasy.

Seeing his expression, Viktor immediately sensed something was wrong and frowned. "Something happened?"

"Your Excellency, we have discovered that some staff members are using drugs!"

……

(End of this chapter)