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Chapter 166 He Was Once Our Best Pilot (Part 2)

Tapachula, an unfinished building in the western suburbs.

This place was originally occupied by various illegal immigrants—many people from Central and South America would settle down in Tapachula first.

But a few days ago, Cardenas led the remnants of the Gulf Group in a midnight breakout, leaving behind a large number of corpses and taking over the building.

The Gulf Group only occupied the building itself; the homeless and migrant workers who originally lived there could still set up tents near the building.

It wasn't because Cardenas, the future founder of the "Seta Group," suddenly had a change of heart, but because he wanted more people to make Milton, this madman, think twice.

Milton evacuated the crowd when he bombed the TV station, which shows that he probably didn't dare to be too reckless.

Similarly, they could sell their goods to these homeless people to raise some funds amid the Gulf Group's growing dissatisfaction with Cardenas.

The seemingly healthy homeless man was recruited by Cardenas to address the Gulf Group's severe manpower shortage.

"Damn Milton..."

Cardenas glanced out the window and muttered, "Despicable, shameless, scoundrel! Morally bankrupt, full of lies, ugh!"

Seeing the relentless criticism he received from television stations around the world, Cardenas felt incredibly wronged.

Not to mention that Milton, the instigator of these terrorist attacks, actually jumped out to condemn him, which made him feel what it means to be cold-hearted in the world.

"Boss..." The once spirited Mexican special forces member's face had lost its former luster. He whispered, "What did headquarters say?"

After suffering significant losses, Cardenas naturally sought help from the Gulf Group.

Unfortunately, the people there just gave Cardenas a perfunctory response, promising to do it next time.

"Heh..." Cardenas sneered, "Aid? We won't get a single thing! I think they're doomed sooner or later. They should try to be self-reliant!"

In that instant, Cardenas had a strong idea: he wanted to break away from the Gulf Group. He was powerful, well-connected, and had many friends; he was no longer satisfied with his current position.

"Boss, if they're not helping us anymore, why should we bother with them? We still have to share so much of the revenue from our territory... Why don't we just go it alone?"

"I believe our 'Los Zetas' is definitely no weaker than the Gulf Group or the Sinaloa Group!"

Cardenas nodded, agreeing with the plan to leave: "We definitely have to leave, but not now... We'll plan it out slowly when we get back, and try to catch the Gulf Group off guard."

After pausing briefly and taking a bite, Cardenas continued with a cold laugh: "Even the people from the Juarez Group know that we should temporarily put aside our differences and cooperate at a time like this, but the idiots above us can't think of that!"

"Once the Juarez Group's planes arrive, we can switch sides and make Milton suffer!"

“I heard that they’ve acquired a secret weapon over there, so we don’t need to go there alone to get a clear view of Milton’s headquarters.”

"Everything will be alright once the Juarez Group's plane arrives."

The burly man sat on the ground, took a puff of his cigarette, and said with a smile, "Amado is lucky. He inherited the air division of the Guadalajara Group and now has nearly 30 large aircraft. 30!"

"It looks like a Boeing 727, right?"

"Correct."

The group chatted while eating: "Haha, I've sat here before, it looks exactly like that."

"What do you mean by 'that way'? What's the point of just saying 'that'?" Cardenas frowned. "Who knows which 'that' you're referring to?"

"That's it!" The burly man, slightly drunk, pointed outside the building and said, "Didn't you see it? It's right outside the window."

"Hiccup... By the way, Juarez Group's plane should be arriving soon, right?"

Cardenas looked blankly at his subordinate and turned around to look outside.

In the distance, the nose of a Boeing 727 is pointed directly at the building!
Facing straight ahead!

The Juarez Group's plane has arrived.

boom!
The 727 crashed straight into the building, cutting vertically into the entire structure at a speed of 490 kilometers per hour. The fuselage instantly tore through the walls, the wings severed three load-bearing pillars, and the fuel tanks ruptured upon impact, pouring into the entire building with a mixture of various metals and aviation kerosene!

On the plane, an entire cargo hold of weapons simultaneously detonated, causing a massive explosion.

Fireballs exploded from all the windows simultaneously!

The unfinished building was engulfed in flames.

While Chongqing was still basking in the glory of its subway system passing through buildings, Mexico, across the ocean, had already accomplished the feat of having an airplane fly through a building!
When this scene unfolded, even the homeless people downstairs were not immediately aware of what had happened.

Three or four seconds passed between the explosion and the sound of burning before screams and cries for help erupted from the scene.

"Run!!!!"

"Fire! Fire! Call the police immediately!"

"Are you an idiot? This is Cardenas's territory, this is drug dealers' territory, you're calling the police?!"

"You fucking idiot! You think Cárdenas is Captain Mexico? That's a plane! A plane! He's dead! Call the police!"

The people downstairs were in complete chaos.

Many people could even see from the outside that there were quite a few drug dealers inside the building trying to save themselves, such as rushing downstairs or putting out fires.

But either they were blocked by the billowing smoke, or they were scorched by the scorching heat and screamed.

As for extinguishing the fire, all firefighting methods are futile in the face of such a massive fire.

Many drug dealers found themselves unable to leave the building as the fire gradually spread into their rooms, leaving them no choice but to retreat step by step until they reached the window and climbed out.

But the heatwave is still approaching.

Finally, the drug dealer, looking utterly desperate, leaped from the building.

With a thud, it smashed into a bloody pulp.

Apart from the newly recruited peripheral members guarding downstairs, none of the drug dealers living on slightly higher floors could escape!

Because this 727 crashed down from the sky at an angle, the damage from the impact almost penetrated the entire unfinished building.

Juarez Group suffered heavy losses!
The core team of the future Seta Group has lost more than half of its members!

The Gulf Group's people in Tapachula are finished too!
The fire burned for more than ten minutes before the sound of various police sirens could finally be heard in the distance.

There were police cars, ambulances, fire trucks, and a news broadcasting vehicle from a television station.

Before long, the police officers finally arrived at the scene of devastation. Many of them were shocked as they looked at the raging fire.

The plane didn't penetrate the entire building; debris was scattered everywhere, and the scene was chaotic...

But the officers' eyes were filled with hesitation, as if they were still considering whether to go up and rescue them.

Milton's operation was top secret, known only to high-ranking police officers... However, while the lower-ranking officers did not know the specifics of the plane crash, they did know that the building housed drug traffickers from the Gulf Cartel.

A drug dealer was hit by a car. Should you help him?
What if I get shot after taking just two steps forward?

With these doubts in mind, the police officers only temporarily cordoned off the scene and took control of the fleeing homeless people and drug dealers, without taking any rash action.

Meanwhile, the firefighters and doctors, who were completely unaware of the situation, were anxiously deploying firefighting equipment from the fire truck.

"Officers in front, make way!" The firefighters behind him finally put on their fireproof gear, raised their high-pressure water cannons, and prepared to rush forward. "Don't block the road! It's been burning for several tens of minutes. If it keeps burning, no one will survive!"

The officers looked at each other, then instinctively moved aside to make way for the firefighters.

Most importantly, TV reporters were filming the scene...

Just then, the chief's police car sped up, and he got out of the car, raising his hand to stop the officers from making way.

"Stop them all, don't let a single person pass, firefighters and doctors too."

The officers didn't know why, but thankfully they followed orders and immediately blocked the road again, keeping the firefighters outside.

The firefighters immediately became anxious and shouted, "What are you doing? Get out of the way! Can't you see the building is about to collapse?!"

Before the officers could say anything, a voice came from the police car.

"Do not worry."

That voice... Milton!

The firefighters and doctors immediately showed expressions of astonishment, and their movements slowed down.

Milton slowly got out of the car and glanced at the burning building.

He had just skydived, and after arriving at the designated location, he took off all his equipment on the spot, got into his car, and rushed to the scene.

Although almost no one would suspect that he did it, it's still best to make an alibi.

“‘Kind Father’... Sir!” A firefighter, suppressing his fear, mustered his courage and stepped forward, saying, “Please, have your men make way for us, the fire is getting bigger and bigger.”

Milton pointed to the already out-of-control fire upstairs and asked, "Do you think there's any chance of successfully extinguishing the fire now that the building is burning like this? You're a firefighter, use your experience and knowledge to tell me, is it possible or not?"

"No, we can't..." the firefighters had to admit the reality, "but we'll still save as many as we can."

Milton patted him on the shoulder and said seriously, "That's precisely why I'm not letting you in, so that you can save more people."

"That building is beyond saving. The most important thing now is to quickly create a firebreak to prevent the fire from spreading in other directions, understand?"

Do you know what materials are used in the construction of a building?

"Are you aware that the area around the building is filled with large amounts of carcinogenic air, such as asbestos and heavy metal dust? Do you know that just one breath could cause you to develop a lifelong respiratory disease? Have you considered the consequences of blindly rushing in?"

"Not only will you fail to save a single person, but you could also die!"

“I admire your courage, but courage alone is not enough to fight the enemy; wisdom is also needed.”

Before Milton could finish speaking, many reporters noticed what was happening and rushed over with their cameras and microphones, wanting to interview him.

Chiapas, especially Tapachula, has long been a hot topic in Mexico and even the world during this period.

Reporters from television stations around the world have flocked here, hoping to uncover some big news.

But unexpectedly, big news really came, and it was much bigger than we imagined!
This is like a plane crashing directly into a building!

Seeing so many reporters approaching, for their safety, the police officers immediately rushed forward, using their bodies to shield Milton from any possible bullets.

“It’s alright.” Milton waved his hand. “Go ahead and ask. It’s true, I haven’t given a single interview since I got here.”

Upon hearing this, a reporter immediately spoke up: "Mr. Milton, as a citizen of a neighboring country, do you think it's appropriate for you to come to Mexico and meddle in violent incidents everywhere? Shouldn't you leave here immediately?!"

Milton chuckled, turned to the officer, and said, "There's a huge fire right here, yet you don't care about human lives or the disaster. All you talk about are your own ulterior motives... It was clearly Juarez Group terrorists who started this fire, but you don't care at all. You're only thinking about your own petty interests."

"Look behind you, how many people are screaming in agony, how many are dying? If you had even a shred of human conscience, you wouldn't be asking such a question at a time like this."

"Are you and your TV station accomplices of terrorists, trying to help them divert public attention?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the nearby officers on standby flashed with ferocity. Several officers swiftly and decisively seized the camera equipment from his hands, then handcuffed him and stuffed him into the police car.

Milton glanced at it with a smile, then turned and scanned the other reporters.

"Go ahead and ask."

The reporter who was named watched his "colleague" being shoved into a police car, swallowed hard, remembered Milton and his horrific deeds, and immediately abandoned the idea of ​​asking those "sharp questions".

"Mr. Milton, the security situation here seems a bit poor; drug cartels are running rampant. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Milton looked at the camera: "I thought the Sinaloa Group and the Gulf Cartel were already terrifying and insane. But I never imagined the Juarez Cartel would be even more terrifying... This is the most insane terrorist attack the entire civilized world has ever seen!"

The reporter continued, "What evidence do you have to prove that the Juarez Group did this?"

Milton said calmly, "We captured footage of the plane before it crashed into the building, and it's exactly the same as the one that was previously exposed, a plane belonging to the Juarez Group... Similarly, shortly before the crash, our control tower received a highly provocative message from this plane."

"He was shouting 'Long live Juarez Group!' and 'Long live the King of the Sky!' and then the collision happened."

"But unfortunately... there happened to be a reporter interviewing people at the airport at the time, and they happened to record that sound."

"Professionals are urgently comparing the voiceprints of this recording with those of various leaders of the Juarez Group. We believe that it will not be long before we can find absolutely reliable evidence."

"Ladies and gentlemen, believe me... drug dealers are more brutal than you can imagine, a hundred times, ten thousand times more brutal."

The reporters were clearly convinced.

So professional, so objective, it's definitely not a frame-up!

Moreover, people's preconceived notions tell them that drug dealers do indeed seem like the kind of people who would do such a thing.

Another reporter asked, "Mr. Milton, why did you have the police officers block the firefighters from going in to put out the fire?"

“As I just said, there are no survivors inside. Firefighters are human too; they have the right to live, they have wives and families,” Milton said earnestly. “I don’t oppose any heroic act, but I don’t condone pointless suicides.”

“These heroic firefighters and police officers should not be blamed—you should blame the culprits who caused this, namely the Juarez Group.”

The reporter asked again, "So how do you plan to handle this matter?"

“I will wipe out all the drug cartels in Tapachula,” Milton said coldly. “They have no place here to live! I will avenge all the victims and let the sun shine on this land again.”

"The atrocities committed by the Juarez Cartel have proven that drug cartels are utterly inhumane groups. I declare war on them until they are completely driven out of here!"

"The all-out war on drugs in Tapachula officially begins now—the bounty will be increased once again; anyone who takes down a drug dealer will receive at least an additional $1000 on top of the original reward!"

"Don't be afraid just because the drug dealers are acting so recklessly now. They're just making their last stand. The more frantic the enemy is, the closer we are to victory!"

Since the drug dealers were paying for it themselves anyway, Milton wasn't bothered by it.

Seeing that Milton was about to turn and leave, the reporter seized the last opportunity to ask a question: "Mr. Milton, Tapachula has made great sacrifices for this war. Do you think it was all worth it? This scene may not be outdated even 30 years from now."

Anyone with a modicum of sense could sense that this building collision might become a historic event!

The whole world will be shaken by this!
"Struggle for peace, and peace will endure!"

After saying that, Milton waved his hand: "Alright, I'm going back now to prepare for the final raid on the local drug dealers. The road ahead is dangerous, but we will achieve final victory!"

At this moment, everyone in the stadium was filled with righteous indignation, raised their hands, and roared: "Victory!"

"Kill the drug dealers!"

"Anyone with a conscience, look at the camera, look at this tragedy!"

"Kill all the drug dealers!"

"If they crash into our building today, they'll crash into your homes tomorrow!"

"..."

Milton quickly left the scene of the crash and returned to the police station by car.

As Milton entered the police station, he glanced at the streetlights—as expected, the capitalist hanging there had been torn to pieces by the angry mob, his body hanging there pitifully.

A large group of Mexicans had gathered on the nearby playground, their faces radiating an unprecedented anger and drive.

Those damn drug dealers are a bunch of lunatics, they'd even do something as stupid as crashing into a building! I have to join the police force, join Milton's team, and wipe them out completely!
A large portion of them decided to follow Milton completely, joining the Warwind Company to make money while fighting drug dealers.

“Military manpower, the most needed resource is manpower…”

As soon as Milton entered the police station, he heard Flora reminiscing.

"Stop lamenting," Milton waved his hand. "Have you checked the drones? Are they usable?"

“All parts are intact.” Flora laughed. “I feel like we can recruit at least a thousand men in Tapachula during this time! Once they’re properly trained and armed, it’ll be Lopez’s turn to tremble in fear.”

The biggest problem—the manpower shortage—finally saw a glimmer of hope for a solution. In a little while, Milton would be confident enough to engage Lopez's army in a decisive battle.

"Don't be careless, make good preparations... Even if we replenish our troops, we will still be at a disadvantage in terms of overall numbers."

Flora shook her head and said, "After this 'war on drugs' ends, you'll definitely be famous—the drug cartels will have no way to deny your framing, but the higher-ups in various forces will definitely know that you were in charge of planning it. Be careful, you're about to be standing in the sunlight."

The real challenge was just beginning when Milton officially came out of the shadows.

He had barely finished speaking when the phone on Milton's desk suddenly rang.

Milton was in a good mood, reached out and answered the phone, saying, "Hello?"

"Mr. 'The Godfather'!"

Milton recognized the call was coming from his headquarters and asked, "What is it? Tell me slowly."

"Two urgent matters! First, you've made headlines in many countries, and we've already sent a helicopter over; you'll see it soon."

"The second thing... According to intelligence from our informants in Quetzaltenango, Lopez has also heard about what you've been doing in Mexico. He's panicked and is exaggerating how terrifying you are. At the same time, he's convinced many arms dealers to sell him more advanced weapons."

"As far as we know, he has acquired two more howitzers and Soviet-made tanks, and he has even strengthened his air force! It is said that a Black Hawk helicopter will soon arrive at the government forces' helipad."

"He will definitely learn from his last mistake this time, and perhaps we won't be able to hijack his transport ship from the sea."

As expected, Lopez was not one to sit idly by and wait for his fate.

While Milton was busy with his affairs in Mexico and recruiting soldiers, Lopez was also urgently procuring weapons.

On one side, there are manpower but no weapons; on the other side, there are weapons but no manpower—both sides are trying their best to make up for their shortcomings.

It all comes down to who's faster!
Milton said, "Don't worry... the Gulf Group's forces here have been completely wiped out, leaving only a few remnants of the Juarez Group and the Sinaloa Group. Their morale is completely gone, and they will be wiped out soon."

“Tapachula has transformed from a place where a thunderstorm could break out at any moment, a place where someone could stab us in the back at any time, into our solid support.”

"From then on, our land trade route with Mexico was completely safe."

"Warwind Group swallowed up all the PMC business in this area and also won the priority bidding right for local military projects."

Victory is just around the corner.

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly encouraged: "Yes, Mr. 'Godfather'!"

Not long after the call ended, a helicopter flew in from a distance and landed on the police station's helipad.

Matteo stepped out of the helicopter, carrying a large stack of newspapers.

Soon, Matteo arrived at Milton's office, placed the newspapers on the table, and said with a mixture of joy and worry, "Boss, boss, take a look!"

Milton picked up a newspaper, puzzled.

The Washington Post.

Milton felt a little dizzy as soon as he opened it.

The above is a photo, a headshot of him.

The headline of the news article was "Local armed groups rising amidst the chaos in Latin America – various cartels".

The subtitle reads, "The North American Free Trade Agreement, the fall of the Institutional Revolutionary Party, and the catalyst for the Guatemalan civil war."

Milton never expected that he would not only be in the news, but even on the front page of a newspaper like The Washington Post!

Although, based on the current content, this report is not just about itself, but about the turmoil in Latin America since the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) and the resurgence of warlords in various regions.

He was merely used as a "typical example".

But... is it really that much of a coincidence?

Milton frowned and continued reading—it must be said, as expected of the birthplace of Germanic journalism and the United States, where the charm of journalism has been brought to its extreme, this report, from the photos to the headline, is very eye-catching.

Even people who have absolutely no interest in international politics will be unable to resist taking a closer look at these psychological suggestions.

“Bring Olya in and ask her if she knows the journalist who wrote this report.”

Soon, Olya walked in and glanced around carefully.

"He's a fairly well-known Democratic journalist. I don't know if he has any CIA or Pentagon connections; you'd probably have to ask the KGB about that."

Milton nodded and continued reading.

At this moment, even the core members of Milton's team, including Chief Omar and Vic, who was about to become mayor, couldn't help but pick up the newspaper and read it carefully.

"As expected, we were still being watched."

"This is nothing. When we officially start fighting the government forces, it will be in the newspapers, and it won't be like this anymore, where you're in the news with others. You'll be able to take over the entire headline all by yourself."

"Tsk."

Milton's gaze fell on the second line.

The above content confused him again.

“Violence may not be the best solution, but it is certainly the most efficient one – Milton Mins, leader of the Pan Madre Cartel.”

Madre is a mountain range located on the border between Guatemala and Mexico.

The Pan Madre Cartel is a monopolistic group controlling the entire area along the Mexican-Guatemalan border.

“Damn, Americans really know how to come up with names,” Milton grumbled. “They gave it such a fancy name, it sounds much better than that ‘Milton Cartel’ thing before.”

"Uh, boss, when did you say that?"

"Whether you said that or not depends on whether they want you to say it..." Flora shook her head. "Let's keep watching. So far, it seems that this report is just introducing the situation in Latin America and is not directly targeting us or trying to expose our secrets."

Milton nodded and continued reading.

The preceding section describes the economic situation and attempts to explain the rise of various groups after the signing of the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA).

"..."

"How fast did they rise? To give an example, as mentioned before, the Pan Madre Cartel, controlled by Milton, defeated and integrated the scattered local gangs and small armed forces in just three months."

"And how strong are they?"

"Based on current information, they are heading south to engage in direct combat with the Guatemalan regular army, and heading north to compete with other drug cartels for control of Chiapas state. There is no sign of them losing ground."

"They possess helicopters, armored vehicles, artillery... They recklessly use incendiary weapons to destroy local courts, execute judges, kill local officials, manipulate local elections, and control the vast majority of the borders leading to Mexico."

"This is a warlord, a warlord who can fight against the country's regular army."

"They claim to be acting in the name of justice, taking a hostile stance against other drug cartels and killing many drug dealers with federal bounties on their heads. But is it for profit or for the fight against drugs? That's a big question mark and a very debatable issue."

"The Pan Madre Cartel is brutal and has directly or indirectly caused the deaths of at least 2000 people, and this number will rise further in the future."

"Furthermore, there is evidence that local governments in many places are colluding with this warlord."

"In the current landscape of warlord conflicts in Latin America, the most powerful is the Pan Madre Cartel, followed by the Sinaloa Cartel and the Cali Cartel."

"But Sinaloa still controls the most smuggling channels and has the strongest cash flow..."

"In any case, these warlords and armed groups have become extremely influential and destabilizing factors."

"..."

Midway through the report, seemingly to increase credibility, many photos were added.

Among them is a photograph of Milton burning down the courthouse.

"Damn it..." Milton looked at his scalp in annoyance and angrily threw the newspaper on the table. "How could they report on me like this? Am I that cruel? Damn Western media!"

But after he said that, the others just looked at him strangely.

“Well, I think it’s alright. From a media perspective, it’s quite objective.” Olya thought for a moment and said tentatively, “At least so far, there’s no sign of the CIA, the federal government, or the Pentagon getting involved.”

"Don't you know how terrifying you are...?"

"Boss, you just crashed a plane into a building... I've lived this long and I've never seen anything so terrifying."

"..."

It really is.

Milton reflected on what he had done and suddenly realized that he might actually be quite crazy.

“Well, there was no other way,” Milton stubbornly explained. “I was just trying to protect myself. I’m not as strong as they say, punching Guatemalan government troops and kicking drug cartels… I was practically surrounded and about to die, okay? Don’t try to twist the facts!”

"But that's exactly how you see it..."

Milton gritted his teeth: "I don't care! These are all one-sided stories, malicious speculations, and fake news! Olya, we must win this information war!"

"We are fighting for a just cause, how can you lump us together with those drug traffickers from the Sinaloa Cartel?"

Olya nodded: "...Okay, okay!"

Milton turned to Flora, who was trying hard to suppress her laughter, and said, "What are you laughing at? Is the drone assembly complete? Is the recruitment done? Have you come up with a battle plan?"

"Mayor Carmen is no longer useful. Find a way to get rid of him, start a new election, and get Vic to become mayor as soon as possible."

Flora muttered under her breath, "And she still claims she didn't manipulate local elections..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work!"

Milton dismissed his men and was just about to rest, feeling exhausted, when the phone on the table rang again.

After answering the phone, Juan, one of the leaders of the Guatemalan resistance, spoke through the phone.

"'Hellish tax collectors'?"

"It's me, what's wrong?"

Juan's tone was heavy: "Soldiers reported that they have discovered a type of tank they have never seen before at the front... Lopez's all-out offensive may be about to begin. He doesn't intend to wait for you to finish recruiting soldiers; he wants to start the final battle now."

Milton frowned: "His equipment isn't even fully delivered yet, and he's already going to start the final battle? Does he dare to fight on two fronts? Does he want to die?"

"They've reached a certain point, but I assure you, this is absolutely not just a show of force. They've started making frequent feints to force our soldiers to stay on high alert at all times... This is a sign of the impending final assault."

Milton thought for a moment and said, "The general offensive is real, but it should only be an offensive against your side. Lopez himself wasn't prepared either; he only started the attack because he saw my victory here."

"Because my men haven't detected any indication that Lopez is heading in our direction. The front lines have been unusually peaceful lately."

“My side is well-equipped, has high morale, and strong defenses. Lopez will have to pay a heavy price to attack… But because of the lack of personnel, my attack is not much of a threat to him either. In the current situation, he only needs a small number of troops to hold me off for a long time.”

"So, his plan must be this: use the fewest troops possible to hold me back, and then launch a strong attack on your side before I finish recruiting soldiers."

Lopez, at least, was incredibly fast. He realized that even if the tanks and artillery hadn't arrived yet, and even if they weren't fully prepared, they had to push forward anyway.

This actually gave him a glimmer of hope!
Juan's voice calmed down a bit, and he asked again, "So how should we deal with Lopez's attack?"

Milton paused for a moment, then said, "There is no other way but to fight back."

"Juan, this is war."

"The outcome of a war is always decided on the battlefield."

"There is no other way but to hold on."

"My operations in Tapachula, Mexico are nearing completion. If you hold on, victory will come."

……

A few days later, in Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico.

"Please stop making the plane crash joke, okay? My uncle died in that disaster."

"Sorry, bro... I don't know!"

"He was once the best pilot in the Juarez Group."

"?"

"..."

In every corner of this murder capital, numerous hellish jokes about the recent plane crash have emerged.

The Juarez Group, which was once all-powerful in Chihuahua, is now facing its biggest crisis ever! Condemnations, attacks, and uprisings are erupting, and the suppression alone has exhausted the "King of the Sky".

Inside a safe house.

"Milton, that madman, that terrorist, that liar! We didn't do this, we didn't!!!"

"Damn it, I just want to make some money. Why the hell would I be so stupid as to send my own brother to crash into a building? Why do these idiots believe this kind of story?"

Amado, the "King of the Sky," was throwing a tantrum in his room.

What's most disgusting is that, faced with this frame-up, he was utterly speechless—the plane belonged to him, his brother's voice, and all sorts of irrefutable evidence; he simply didn't know how to explain it.

The Juarez Group, which originally intended to sit back and watch the various forces fight, and then reap the benefits, ended up being the one that suffered the biggest losses!

Van Kangbang, the Sinaloa Group's agent, was the first to suffer heavy losses and was the first to be eliminated, but ultimately suffered the least.

The Gulf Cartel was labeled a terrorist, its leader Cárdenas was killed in the conflict, and the vast majority of drug traffickers perished in the fire... but that was all. Compared to the accusations and losses suffered by the Juarez Cartel, it was insignificant.

The death of a major leader, the crash of a 727 carrying weapons and cargo, and the "September 11th incident in Mexico" being reported wildly around the world—any one of these would send chills down Amado's spine, and now he's doing it all at once!
Mexican federal police have announced they will enter Chihuahua state to conduct a serious investigation into the Juarez Cartel.

Bribery and attacks, I wonder how much money Amado will spend.

At least for now, Amado doesn't have the energy to extend his reach much further.

Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door of the safe house.

"Boss! Something terrible has happened!"

Amado, suppressing his anger, asked, "What is it?!"

"Our airport in Tapachula has been captured," the henchman said in a panicked voice. "After hearing that our planes were bombed, no one dared to resist Milton anymore; they all surrendered."

"The remaining Guzmans also began to retreat..."

“Milton just released another news report saying that the body of former Tapachula mayor Carmen was found at our airport, and he claims that we did it.”

Amado finally snapped and kicked the table over: "Fuck him!!! He can just say whatever he wants, right? Is nobody going to do anything about it?!"

"Boss, what should we do next?" The henchman knelt on the ground in fear. "I'm already trying to bribe the media, buy off officials, and suppress other disobedient people... Please, please give me three months, no, two months. I promise you, we can get through this smoothly."

But Amado wasn't having any of it. He looked up and stared at his underling with a gloomy expression.

“I want Milton dead! He killed my brother, and we were brothers! He destroyed my plans to control Chiapas! That was part of our Sky Empire!” Amado’s rage was uncontrollable. “I can’t reach there, but someone else can!”

"Contact the army in Guatemala. Didn't they declare Milton a rebel? Tell them that I, 'King of the Sky,' can help them!"

"Give us weapons, give us performance-enhancing drugs, give us money!"

"Kill Milton!"

P.S.: This is a total of 10,000 words. I'll add an extra chapter for the patron. I'll make up for the day I took leave tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)