Chapter 204 Pablo: Victor, go kill Casare!


Chapter 204 Pablo: Victor, go kill Casare!

Who is messing up the North American Drug Association? You can figure it out with your feet.

Who the hell jumped out first?

Yanks!

Mexican!

And Canadians!

What? Without them? No matter what, the three heroes of North America have to be beaten together. Even if the dog on the roadside speaks with a San Francisco accent, Pablo will shoot you twice!

So many people died in the association!

Many of them are old people who grew up with the Medellin Group. It is no exaggeration to say that Pablo had already arranged for senior executives from various countries or regions. .

The elder sister Blanco who brought her out to sell drugs was also killed!

In fact, the most important thing is that you don't give me face. You dare to come and mess with me. I am very unhappy. If you don't retaliate, the North American Drug Association will be a joke.

Pablo looked at the other people sitting on the sofa.

Gilbert of the Cali Group was in a state of despair, with a cigarette in his hand and red eyes. He was obviously still suffering from the death of his brother.

A pair of brothers, both of whose parents died when they were young, never went to school. They have been living on the streets of Cali since they were young, living a life without a meal, even in the poorest times. , the two hugged each other under the bridge to comfort each other.

Gilbert still remembers pointing at the morning star and asking Miguel, "What is your wish?"

He clearly remembered that Miguel said, "You have to eat enough! You have to eat a lot of delicious food."

And Gilbert said with a smile, "This sky must be mine. Sound!”

From a gangster to a bank thief to a cartel across several continents, he has stood at the top of the industry, but while enjoying the fruits of victory, Miguel …dead.

How did Gilbert accept this?

The way Pablo looked at him, he actually felt a trace of pleasure. He was small-minded, and that bastard Miguel was often against him, and he had long wanted to kill him!

It's okay to be dead now.

Sitting next to them were three Mexican "bears". Guzman's eyes were bruised, Aguilar of Juarez and Abrego of Gulf Group were wearing plasters and had broken hands.

The lives of these two dogs are so good, even if the helicopter falls, they will be fine!

Could it be that God is Mexican?

“Gentlemen, this is a disgrace!”

Pablo took a deep breath and looked at them with sinister eyes, "If I don't retaliate against them, I would rather shoot myself!"

"How to retaliate?"

Aguilar covered his head. Face, with suppressed anger, "Go to the United States Then blow up the DEA? "

" Or go to Mexico and kill Victor? With so many security guards around him, what are the chances of killing him? "

He? This was a blow to my confidence.

I have also been a policeman for decades. When have I ever seen such a fierce cop? The anus was knocked out.

Abrego, the "little friend of life and death" next to him, nodded.

"Then there's no revenge?"

Before Pablo could speak, Gilbert jumped up first, "The Yankees are very arrogant. If the DEA can't blow it up, let's go. Blow up the Statue of Liberty!”

“Are the FBI and CIA still squatting there?”

"Victor can't do it, so let's do it next to him. Isn't Casare Gonzalez his bastard? Kill him! Take his head and sacrifice it to the flag!"

Persimmon is picky. Soft pinch!

The entire living room was filled with only his hysterical roar.

Blow up…

The Statue of Liberty?

That’s a U.S. national monument!

The Mexicans were frightened by this proposal, and Pablo's eyes were shining. The Cali Group was a "mad dog!"

Where is the gentleman?

However, it really suits his temper.

Pablo should be an anti-American fighter. As long as it makes Americans sick, he will do anything. He even made plans to tell the KGB about this plan and get some sponsorship money.

"I agree, what do you say!" He looked at the Mexican Three Heroes.

The short man, the fat man, and the police officer looked at each other, and finally Guzman said tactfully, "Americans value this kind of landmark building more than their lives. If it blows up..."< br>
“Blow him up, and then continue to blow up the Pentagon!” Gilbert said again from the side.

Okay...

You are going to fight to the death with the Americans.

"What are you afraid of? This is Latin America. Can the Americans still drop atomic bombs on us? Even if they want to annihilate us, then we will open all the borders and let all the drug traffickers go to the United States. Then we will cholera them from within! ”

Typical house-changing tactics.

Hey, don’t mention it, it still makes some sense.

“I agree!”

“Which of you is against it?”

Pablo asked, raising his hand and pointing at them.

The association is both prosperous and destructive. Representatives of other member organizations standing next to it are also very courageous. They have said so. If they don't agree, this "Naples" manor will definitely not be able to get out.

They all raised their hands.

The three Mexican heroes can only agree.

MD!

All crazy.

“Leave the matter of the Statue of Liberty to the Cali Group, Gilbert blows it up! Let him understand who we are, when we hunt, God will kill God if he blocks it, Buddha will kill Buddha if he blocks it, no Who is safe? Nothing is sacred!"

Pablo said solemnly, "Those who go against our will will eventually be destroyed!"

"Casare Gonzalez! Over there..."

He pondered for a moment and looked at the three Mexican heroes, but Pablo was dissatisfied with their hesitation just now, and suddenly someone came to mind!

"Leave it to Victor Hunter!"

The big guys present were startled when they heard this name. Those who were not very familiar looked blank, and those who were slightly familiar looked dumb.

Isn’t that Steel Ball Superman?

Blanco’s little cotton-padded jacket?

He's not dead?

Pablo asked someone to call him and looked at everyone, "He is Blanco's fiancé." Well... the big guys were silent.

Tastes so good!

Ethan Hunter was also stunned when he was informed. He was in the rich woman's mansion, still wrapped in gauze. He couldn't understand why Pablo called him. Logically speaking, he was a marginalized person. ah.

Originally he wanted to leave when he killed Blanco, but then he thought, no, I have to stay as a widow. Even if there are no secrets involved, I can still get some scattered information, right?

He made up a detailed excuse to "escape" and successfully covered it up. Lying is a man's growth skill, and since he was an agent, even a lie detector could not detect it.

In order to make people feel too "clean", they also caused a lot of wounds on their bodies.

For the sake of his job, he simply risked his life.

After hanging up the phone, he put on his clothes and was about to go out when he bumped into Blanco’s son!

He was holding a teddy bear and looking at Ethan Hunt with his eyes wide open. The latter glanced at him, lowered his head and walked out.

"Are you going out?" the other party asked suddenly.

Ethan Hunter's feet stopped in the doorway.

"Can you come back early? I'm afraid of sleeping alone at night." The child looked at him eagerly.

Ethan turned back and glanced at him. The other person was still very young, only seven or eight years old. There was still hesitation on his face. Maybe... he also knew that his mother was dead.

Like a baby bird hiding in a nest of thousands of square meters, the emptiness makes people attacked and scared.

Seeing the pleading eyes, Ethan nodded subconsciously, "Don't run around."

"Well, pay attention to your safety too!" Mike Corleone Blanco nodded vigorously.

The name Black Widow gave her son was exactly the name of the first godfather in "The Godfather Part 1".

Perhaps, she also has some hope for her son.

Ethan Hunter drove to the "Naples" manor with sparks and lightning. Under the leadership of his bodyguards, he came to the living room of the big guys.

As soon as he entered, he was still out of breath.

Pablo said to him.

“Victor, go kill Casare Gonzalez!”

Wang Defa!

What strange mission?

I, the best agent of the Mexican International Information Service and the warrior of the anti-narcotics force, went to take down my superior, although not directly.

But Casarena is truly the second-in-command of the anti-drug force.

Who doesn’t know, the Royal Steward?

"Not only him, I also want all his family to be exterminated! I will send Medellin's intelligence department and killer troops to cooperate with you."

Pablo stared hard. Him, "We must kill him!"

Ethan Hunt nodded vigorously, with fierce eyes, "They killed my...wife, I must take revenge!"

Coupled with the twitching of the corner of his mouth and the ferocious look in his eyes, it looked so real Like an infatuated man.

When Pablo heard the other party say the eldest sister's name, he also sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and thought for a moment, "Blanco's property will all belong to you. Take good care of Blanco. Lyon, but the association’s shares were recovered.”

Such a good thing? !

Did I suddenly become a billionaire?

Ethan Hunt was obviously stunned by this pie falling from the sky. Wasn't he just taking care of Blanco's son?

No problem!

But don’t laugh.

Article 7 of "Mexican Ministry of Information. Performance Rules" reads: Learn to control your expressions and emotions. The real strong man is in tears.

“Don’t worry!”

Ethan Hunt took a deep breath, "I will regard Corleone as my biological son, and these properties are his, and I will keep them for him temporarily."

"When he becomes an adult, he will It belongs to him!”

“As for...Casare Gonzalez”

He gritted his teeth, as if he was an enemy of his father, “I will definitely kill his whole family and let them go. Reunion in hell! "

Pablo was very satisfied. It seemed that the old lady who had been suffering all her life had finally found someone worth trusting.

She should have closed her eyes when she died.

After arranging Ethan Hunter's affairs, Pablo asked him to go out. The next words were not suitable for him to listen to. He bowed slightly towards the other bosses and left with a slightly desolate figure.

When he walked out of the door, he nodded to the bodyguard, got into the car and left, he finally couldn't help laughing.

Both shoulders are shaking.

Resign! Resign! Resign!

I have a fortune worth hundreds of millions, and yet I still want to be a shitty agent?

Going to the Caribbean for a vacation, going to pick up girls, going to have sex...

However, he suddenly thought of something.

If you suddenly quit.

Is this considered betrayal?

Will the boss find someone to kill him?

Thinking of this, Ethan Hunter immediately calmed down and held his head. He still had to go to work to have financial freedom. NMD, in the final analysis, it was just a beating to kill the workers.

“Fuck!! Kill Casare!”

In the manor’s living room, the conversation continued.

"In addition to these two things, we also have someone to take revenge on!" Pablo clenched his fists.

"Carlos Yerás Restrepo, the Colombian Security Minister, he dares to let the troops fight with us, kill him, we must kill him!"

"The government people are afraid of us Slowly dissipating, we have to let them understand who is the master of South America."

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(End of this chapter)

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