Working as a police officer in Mexico

Pablo is wanted worldwide.

Casare frowned when he heard Victor's words, "Boss, he is Colombian."

"What? Are you cool?"

Victor glanced at him, "He dares to sell drugs. Even if he is the Pope of the Vatican, I have to pull him down and slap him in front of Jesus. If Jesus can't teach people, I will do it for him. Discipline.”

"I'm afraid there are many people in Mexico City who are not very happy..." Casare tried his best to put it tactfully. The shit in his crotch has not been solved yet. What if it pisses off the Colombians?

Facing bomb attacks by Mexican drug traffickers every day, I was already frightened.

"Who wouldn't be happy? Tell me the list. Counter-terrorism requires a list, but to deal with traitors internally, you only need coordinates."

"If you don't want to do anything in Mexico City, you can get out. Can't you find a few obedient people among the hundreds of millions of people?" Victor laughed mockingly, picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it, and blew out the smoke from his mouth, "In the anti-drug campaign, In terms of pace, I don’t need thoughtful moralists, I just need vulgar yes-men.”

Kasare's words stuck in his throat. He nodded vigorously and quickly adjusted his attitude. "Boss, I will support you in whatever you do!"

Victor smiled and patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "Alejandro is old, you have to help him share more responsibilities."

Casare felt nervous. Alejandro was less than 50 years old. Did the boss say this because he had a problem with him?

Victor is indeed a little dissatisfied with the other party's performance on the "31 FBI corpses". Can't you even "slander"?

It has been more than 10 hours now, and it has not been announced to the public.

Victor was unhappy with how inefficient it was.

If Alejandro dissatisfied him, then Victor could lift him up or push him down!

"Boss, if someone asks about the relationship between Colombia (7.27) and us, what will we say?"

"The Yankees will rush to admit this kind of thing to uphold justice before we do."

If only I could be in the limelight every day.

They are willing to be grooms every day!

Casare also agrees with this statement. Americans, if there are reporters in hell, they will definitely be more willing to envelope Satan.

"Boss, how much is Pablo's reward?"

Victor pondered for a moment, "300 million US dollars!"

Damn...

This is an all-time high, and bounty hunters are going crazy!

I just don’t know if those mercenary groups have any ideas.

Many mercenaries can also do this kind of "reward work", with 300 million US dollars, the company's sales for several years, but it is difficult for Pablo to hit it.

But does this world lack warriors who charge for money?

However, Victor actually wanted to catch them alive.

Then, in front of him, all his relatives were killed one by one, and sentenced to death according to "Victor's Law". What do you think will happen to such a proud man?

Make him miserable!

Do you think it would be a great sense of accomplishment to shave him alive in front of people all over the world?

Casare was about to leave the office when the secretary knocked on the door and walked in with a strange expression, "Director."

"What's wrong?"

"Mexican female writer Sandra Cisneros publicly stated on a TV show in the United States that she will nominate you as the Peace Prize winner in the Nobel Prize nominations in September."

? ? ? ?

Victor Da Feng Da Yu had never seen anything before, but he was still a little confused when he heard the news.

I?

Nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize?

Casare also looked surprised next to him, who? Boss Peace Prize? I thought, if there was a "Bavarian Corporal" award, he should have been nominated.

I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.

The secretary smiled awkwardly and nodded, "The last Time Magazine had a good influence in the United States and accumulated a lot of fans. There were even people in the United States who established the "Victor Sect". The main group of people were those who upheld the tradition. There are quite a few white families. They claim that drugs are the shit of Satan and only the dead eat shit. They also very much hope to be the vanguard in the fight against drug traffickers. The office also received several letters from them, hoping to join Mexico. Anti-Narcotics Force.”

what is this?

Fanatic believer? Or an admirer?

Victor scratched his head. They were going to be... the Foreign Legion of Mexico's anti-narcotics force?

How noble!

There was a lot of American pop culture from 1940 to 2000, and rebellion was engraved in their bones, and they really believed that they were a beacon, the protector of the third world, and the defender of the world.

At this time, the three heroes of North America were not as stretched as they would be later.

International fighters like Bethune and Rewi Alley emerged.

Victor's rough methods in the eyes of others are, to the traditional white class, maintaining the so-called bottom line.

"The letter is here, show it to me."

The secretary hurriedly ran out, and Victor smiled and said to Casare, "People like me also have fans."

"Boss, this is your charisma." Fatty Ka gave a thumbs up and praised, "Like Fidel Castro, you are definitely a person full of praise in the Latin American world."

Victor pointed at him, "You, you, that's all you can say."

Two or three minutes later, the secretary ran in panting, holding the letter in his hand, which he had split to prevent anyone from poisoning it.

Victor took it and saw one of them.

"Hi! Victor!"

"I'm very happy to write to you. I'm from San Francisco, USA. I want to tell you, it's so cool! Kill those drug dealers. They have made our community a mess. When will the idiot police in San Francisco be solved? them?"

"If I become president, I will definitely invite you to come to the United States to help fight drugs."

"Real Anglos hate the smell of DM."

"Mr. Victor, please contact me if you need it!"

“We are waiting for the real Jesus!”

It was a very simple and simple letter. After reading several other letters, they were all similar and expressed his "expectations."

Victor looked at Casare and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Perhaps we should pay more attention to public opinion and help me contact several friends who wrote letters and Ms. Sandra Cisneros. I hope to invite them to Tijuana as guests. ”

Victor treats people who are on the same side as him and is happy to give them a smile.

When he doesn't smile, you have to pay attention.

Of course when your smile is stiff, it's best to take your ashtray away.

The secretary nodded in agreement.

"Go find out how much the Nobel Prize costs." Victor said softly to Casare.

He still cares a little about this title.

This shows that Victor’s influence began in Mexico and spread to the world!

Stuffing money? bribe?

Of course not, this is called operations!

Victor also wants to improve.

…

Santa Fe Bogotá.

Trash everywhere!

The melee between drug traffickers and government forces lasted until 8 p.m., and Isaac Asimov, commander of the Colombian 76th Brigade, was killed!

A shell fell directly on his command vehicle and rose to the sky.

The entire brigade was being rubbed against by drug dealers. If other brother units hadn't come to rescue them later, they would have been wiped out!

But the commander was dead, and it was a shame.

Moreover, during the subsequent personnel accounting, it was found that about 200 people were missing!

Simply outrageous.

Angry drug dealers began to smash up nearby shops. They even dragged the corpses of EDM and HEAT members in vehicles. There was blood on the ground, and some people urinated on the corpses. This scene was reported by News Corporation, a subsidiary of the Cali Group. A live broadcast!

Gilbert didn't care about the "muffled noise" and made a fortune.

His own brother Miguel is dead!

He wants to vent!

The TV stations under the Cary Group reach approximately 6 million households in Latin America. People who have never been to Colombia will not understand what this name represents.

If Medellin started out violently, then the two Gilbert brothers are geniuses in business. Even if they don't deal in drugs, they may still have some good achievements.

They have their own football team, the Colombian professional league, horse racing, horse racing in the UK, and even real estate companies in many Asian countries. It is said that there is also a team on Wall Street to trade stocks for them.

There are at least three listed companies under his name!

They don't even know how much money they have.

Once such a machine is started, it is very terrifying!

A drug trafficker leader was holding an AK4 in his hand, wearing a mask, a muscular figure, a Kevlar helmet, and military ENVG helmet-type night vision goggles on it. He looked like... he thought he came from the US military.

The drug dealer behind him was hanging a corpse and cutting the body's features with a dagger. It looked very cruel!

The voice of the drug trafficker leader came from under the mask, "We will catch the murderer who destroyed our conference! We will take revenge!"

"Please open your eyes when you sleep, I will slit your throat, rape your wife, and kill your family!"

There was ferocity and madness in his tone.

At least millions of people across Latin America shuddered when they saw these eyes.

Anyone with a strong sixth sense senses something is wrong.

Will the S3 season start soon?

It shouldn't be possible, these are just drug dealers!

Well...criminal organizations have better weapons and equipment than more than 200 countries in the world.

The DEA is not afraid of the intimidation of drug dealers. Who am I afraid of except that stupid bear in the north?

Who can make me tremble?

In Pablo's "Naples" estate.

The living room was dark, with no lights on.

A few figures could be vaguely seen, sitting and watching TV.

There is a white-haired man reading a manuscript to the camera.

"The U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) spokesperson stated that significant progress has been made in the anti-drug operation against Colombian drug lords, killing Miguel, the second-ranking figure in the Cali Cartel, Blanco of the Medellin Cartel, and the senior leader of the Guatemalan Trout Gang. Franco Vincent…”

"And there will be a global manhunt for surviving drug dealers!"

"We also warn everyone not to test the DEA's bottom line on drugs. The United States has zero tolerance for drugs!"

"The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency has announced a historically high reward of US$300 million for Pablo, and more than seven PMC companies have announced their interest."

"Casare Gonzalez, the mayor of Ensenada, Mexico, told reporters: The North American Drug Association is just a carnival of clowns."

"Mr. Victor and his tens of thousands of anti-drug troops will firmly maintain the security of Mexico and will not and will not allow any more drugs to flow in."

Casare happened to be on TV.

He pointed and tapped the camera lens with a deep look in his eyes, "Victor is watching you!"

In the dark shadow of the living room, the person sitting in the middle suddenly stood up, picked up the gun on the coffee table, and pointed it at the TV biubiubiu! !

It directly short-circuited the TV.

A gloomy face turned around, and it was Pablo. His eyes were scarlet, "DEA! Victor!"

There was a pause in his tone.

"Casare Gonzalez!!"

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