Chapter 155 Medellin Group!
Colombia. Capital of Antioquia Province. Medellin!
As one of the Three Musketeers in Latin America, the X00X of women here is a bit bigger than that of Mexico.
But what is really memorable is that it gave a new definition to drug trafficking groups!
Also linked to a man named Pablo Escobar!
He was born in Colombia in 1949 to a poor family. He grew up in a harsh environment. Because of poverty, he did not go to school for a few days. From the age of seven or eight, he made a living by stealing and reselling tombstones.
Later he started reselling cars, which made him earn the first pot of gold in his life!
But because Medellin’s natural port is very suitable for smuggling, local drug gangs are close to each other, large and small. 300!
Of course Pablo Escobar would not stay involved in such a profitable business, but everything in the city already belonged to others, so he developed his own power in the countryside!
After making money, he did not expand production like other drug traffickers. Instead, he formed a private army and hired foreign experts. This army became a sharp sword in his hand and helped him sweep through all major drug dealers in Colombia. owl.
In the mid-1970s, the Colombian government army imported Skylark gunships from France in order to adapt to jungle operations. Then, Pablo saw it and sent three planes to carry the helicopter and land at his private airport. This Skylark later became His special helicopter.
At that time...the two brothers who later became famous in the Cali Group were digging tunnels to steal bank vaults, and had not yet formed the "Four Godfathers".
In the 1980s, the Medellin drug cartel was able to transport 70 to 80 tons of drugs to the United States every month, bringing great wealth to Pablo Escobar, with a personal worth of 300 billion dollars.
Maybe it’s not clear how rich he is, but he spends 1,000 US dollars every month to buy rubber bands to tie banknotes. After he gets rich, he plans to launder his money and legalize it.
He claims to be the "Bolivar of South America" and a pioneer in the resistance to the "United States".
He also declared in the media that he would not be responsible for the 25 million drug traffickers in the United States. He began to donate a large amount of money and arranged for local poor people to work in his drug manufacturing factory.
Directly provides employment for 300,000 people!
Since he has such a large mass base, he plans to take a big shot and become famous throughout the ages. What should he do?
Run for President!
Just when he was at the height of his fame, a photo of him being arrested by Medellín police for drug trafficking in 1976 made headlines.
This completely ruined his presidential dream.
Pablo Escobar became completely dark from this day on. He killed all the police officers who arrested him at that time, and then hung him in front of the police station. During his speech, his election opponent Garland Proposed a national drug ban, which made him die on the streets!
This made the Colombian government very angry and issued a reward order. However, within two days, all the members of the task force responsible for his case were killed. Pablo used 100 million US dollars to elect the Inspector General. Three days later, the opponent was found dead in the wilderness!
The Colombian government was convinced, but the Americans certainly could not let him continue to be so arrogant. With the help of its military advisers, the government organized 5,000 soldiers to fly on a US military Hercules transport plane and 10 F16s. With air support, they raided Medellin's home base in March 1984.
150 people were killed and more than 1,000 people were arrested, but... Pablo was allowed to run away.
Tooth for tooth, blood for blood, a month later, he sent a killer to assassinate the Colombian Justice Minister Lara, the commander-in-chief of the operation!
He also sent 60 armed men under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles He broke into the judicial building, a scene that shocked the world occurred, and kidnapped senior judicial officials of the entire country.
In 1987, Pablo Escobar’s brother Ochoa was arrested for drinking chicken blood. Five justices did not dare to try him. In the end, the Colombian government had no choice but to release him.
In 1989, NASA used reconnaissance satellites to pinpoint the location and situation of the Medellin Group. Colombia launched the largest anti-drug operation in history, with 200 special forces soldiers trained by the United States directly airborne. Thousands of soldiers from the 14th Brigade of the National Defense Forces, the most elite, surrounded them and cut off escape routes on the road and sea.
Finally, 50 F16s were dispatched to form a bomber group.
But...
Pablo Escobar still ran away.
This brings disgrace to both the United States and Colombia!
He should be the first drug dealer to be bombed by US bombers. Compared with him, Mexican drug dealers are really fighting like elementary school students.
Although Pablo Escobar is ridiculous, please do not encourage him. Any drug trafficking organization is the enemy of mankind.
But now in 1990, he is still alive!
In this era, there seems to be a man named Kunsa in Golden Point. Well, sooner or later, it will have to be hung on the wall on the roadside. The Golden Point area welcomes Victor to come and guide the anti-drug work and teach Mexico’s advanced knowledge. Victorism against drugs!
In a mansion covering an area of 30 acres in Medellin.
This place occupies the mountainside and has a good view. You can see the government building opposite at a glance. There are several armored vehicles and an armed vehicle covered with a military green tarpaulin parked at the door, but from the way it looks , like a surface-to-air missile, but I don’t know what model it is.
There is a sign 300 meters outside the villa.
Written in Spanish: "Police and dogs are prohibited!"
Arrogant, really NMD's arrogance.
A special red line was also drawn.
There were many police cars parked outside this line, and a policeman was squatting on a fire hydrant nearby and smoking a cigarette.
“When will the meal be served?” A policeman said to his colleagues, holding his stomach and looking at his watch.
"Don't worry, it should be soon. Look! It's coming soon." The colleague pointed at Pablo Escobar's mansion and saw someone pushing a trolley out, filled with delicacies from all over the world.
The air is still filled with fragrance.
As soon as the trolley passed the red line, the policemen immediately swarmed over and took action. They even prepared red wine and blew on the bottle.
The drug dealer who delivered the meal looked at this scene with contempt.
The welfare benefits of the Colombian and Mexican military police, let’s put it this way, the eldest brother does not laugh at the second brother.
Keeping an eye on Pablo Escobar every day is the best job at the Medellín Police Department. Many policemen rush to come here because they take care of meals at noon every day.
Delicacies from mountains and seas, big fish and big meat!
These are things that low-level military and police officers like them will never get to eat.
Every afternoon, ordinary people would wait at the door of the mansion, waiting for the garbage truck inside to drive out, and then rush to grab the uneaten food.
This is how people who have been to Medellin describe it when they come back.
There are poor people everywhere!
They are selling their dignity and lives.
So, when a drug dealer says that he will provide employment to 300,000 people, you can imagine how popular he will be. For the people who are struggling to survive, no matter what kind of drug dealer you are, you This is the savior!
Later, when Pablo was shot dead, nearly 30,000 people braved heavy rain to pay his respects. This is... really ironic.
The performances of the Caotai Troupe are always memorable.
This is one of the reasons why Latin America cannot completely get rid of drug lords.
If you have enough food and clothing, you will know the etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know the honor and disgrace!
"Brother Gomez, why are you so good today?" A young policeman, with his mouth full of oil and a squab in his hand, raised his head and asked the drug dealer opposite who was smoking.
"A big shot came today, and the boss is happy."
Big shot?
The policemen looked at each other.
The drug dealer named Gomez obviously didn't care, "What about Mr. Aguilar from Juarez, from Mexico? Do you want to meet him?"
The young policeman is busy He smiled and waved his hands, not daring to ask any more questions. If he knew too much, he would die sooner. He became a police officer just for a living, so why should he "care" about things that were not his own?
At this time in the mansion.
A dozen sleek Colombian models took off their clothes and were wrestling in the restaurant.
Two men sat across from each other with their legs crossed and smoking. One of them was Aguilar, and the other, with fluffy hair and a round face who looked like an ordinary passerby, was Pablo Escobar.
"Your Mexican drug cartel is having a hard time now. Is Victor really that vicious? Can he be more vicious than the Americans?"
Aguilar smiled bitterly, "Two days ago, Armando He caught him and executed him."
"Oh?"
Pablo turned his head and looked at the other person in surprise. He has seen Armando, a young man who is smart, smart, ruthless, and most importantly, knowledgeable and will not steal the limelight from the boss. He has planned to poach him several times, but Armando still wants to develop "locally".
He died!
"Quintero of the Guadalajara Group was also arrested by the police two days ago and handed over to the DEA."
Pablo frowned when he heard this. He threw the cigar in the trash can and took a puff, but the 100 US dollars a stick was tasteless, "I know Zambada was shot, and it didn’t take long for him to die and run away.”
Aguilar took a deep breath, “So, we Juarez, the Gulf Group, and Sinalo. Asia Group is taking the lead in establishing a North American drug trafficking association and inviting the Medellin Group to join.”
"To show our sincerity, we will only charge 30% of the profit for goods entering the United States through Mexico in the future."
In the past, we would charge half of the profit for the goods. This is the plan given by Gallardo.
“But we must form mutual assistance in all aspects, including military support.”
“Latin America is very big, and the world is also very big. With billions of people in the world, our market is still sufficient. , there is no need to worry about drug addicts, all we have to do is to survive the police attack, the failed drug cartel has no interests at all."
"We also plan to contact the warlords in Guatemala and El Salvador, etc. Together we can have tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of armed forces. Which do you think is more attractive, the president of Colombia or the founding majesty of the new country?”
Pablo raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his heart was beating fast.
He was shocked by Aguilar's words. Are you playing so big? North American Narcotics Association? From the looks of it, he plans to set up a drug dealer state?
Hehehe...
How is that possible!
How is it impossible!
If the association established by this drug trafficker has hundreds of thousands of troops, plus missiles, armored vehicles, tanks, and aircraft!
With this kind of force, you have to ask how heavy this tripod in Latin America is!
Pablo admitted that Aguilar's "pie" was painted on his heart.
The more money he has, the higher his ambition will be.
He pondered for a moment, "Then who will be the president?"
Aguilar's eyes twitched, and he knew that the other party would ask this question, "Rotation, one rotation every year. This year it is the Juarez Group's turn first, but you have a veto power. No decision can be made without your consent." Will pass."
"Will you help me if the Americans deal with me?"
"The North American Drug Trafficking Association will not leave any partners behind!" Aguilar said in a deep voice. .
Pablo finally smiled when he heard this. In fact, his pressure was not as easy as he showed. If the Americans were not affected by external pressure, it was said that there was trouble in the Middle East. , I am afraid that I will be hit even harder now.
He needs allies!
As for whether this North American Drug Trafficking Association will make the United States unhappy?
MD, when have drug cartels ever had fun offending the United States?
The CIA has no shares in the Medellin Group, so who do they think they are?
"If possible, I hope to contact the Cali Group." Aguilar glanced at him and said.
Pablo squinted his eyes. He hated hearing the name of this competitor, but he knew that he needed more friends on this road.
Moreover, the Cali Group also has a nickname: "Latin American KGB". Even if the CIA comes to their intelligence work, everyone has to admire them.
The Cali Group opened a telecommunications company, so they could use technology to monitor the calls between the CIA and officials, which they did. Then there were about 5,000 taxi drivers who were their informants. You just need to Even foreigners have to be tracked.
How awesome is it?
Their distribution network covers America, Europe, and Asia. Many employees do not even know that they are selling drugs, but work for the world's top 500 companies.
“Yes, I will ask Ochoa to contact brothers Gilbert and Miguel, but I am not sure whether these two people will join.”
Aguilar breathed a sigh of relief, "They should understand that this is the general trend!"
If the Cali Group does not want to be excluded from the entire drug trafficking market in North America, it can only join.
“Smart people should wake up!”
Pablo nodded, “After you get the people together, I hope we can have a formal meeting.”
“In Where? ”
"Just at the new Attorney General's Building in Colombia."
A fanatic is a fanatic!
Aguilar thought for a moment and nodded, then picked up the wine glass next to him and said, "I wish our career will be more glorious."
Pablo also drank the red wine in one gulp and pointed to the A dozen models, "They will all be yours tonight. I hope you can have a good body."
Looking at those women, Aguilar also shined.
...
At this time, Victor returned to his "place of rise", the plateau prison!
That doorway...
Drug dealers cleaned the ground early in the morning, and even the weeds in the cracks were removed.
There are even banners on the walls!
The prison guards put on new clothes and stood in two rows. As soon as Victor got off the car, the applause lasted for a long time.
Victor smiled and nodded towards them, and said to Harris next to him, "Everyone seems to be in good spirits. How are the drug dealers? Are they still obedient?"
Harris nodded. , "Most of them are obedient, but there are also a few thorns."
"How many thorns are there?"
"I was not active on the sewing machine and even damaged the machine several times. It has caused a lot of damage, and the drug lords in the third prison district have not paid the health fee for a long time, and their outside associations have refused to pay us.”
Victor started fighting with them, and of course several drug gangs outside refused to pay.
"No money? This is difficult to handle. What day is today?" Victor murmured a few words.
Casare understood immediately.
"Boss, it's my grandmother's 100th birthday."
"Well, let the old man live a more comfortable life. Go to the work station and the third prison to pull a few people out. I We need to kill them and celebrate the old man’s birthday!”
Casare kept thanking him from the side. Harris glanced at it and said, CNMD, how come this bitch is getting more and more mean? We haven’t seen each other for a long time. Why did he become so disgraceful? It’s your grandmother’s birthday. Why didn’t you talk about your aunt? Now I'm pregnant again.
Or you can say that your cousin Dragan’s birthday is okay.
Hey!
It would be great if I could be as clever as him.
I can only say that this is talent.
…
(End of this chapter)