Chapter 208 Justice cannot be killed!


Chapter 208 Justice cannot be killed!

The head of former Security Minister Restrepo was thrown by drug dealers at the door of the government building. This scene was photographed by reporters.

In the photo, a car is facing dozens of military police. The drug dealer sitting inside is arrogant and domineering, with his middle finger raised and his head rolling on the ground. There is no mosaic at all, he just posted it directly. .

One report after another began to appear on the front page.

《Colombia is teetering under the influence of drug associations! 》

"Our Country!" Our nation! Die under drugs! 》

I have to say that sometimes, reporters are really a bunch of "hard-nosed" people, but it is precisely with such witnesses that history will not be forgotten.

Just like during the Panama War, the US military strictly prohibited all war reporters from entering combat zones in a "special and exceptional" manner. He concentrated reporters in places where they could only obtain official information from the US military.

This is actually a violation of the Geneva Convention.

At that time, a Spanish journalist Juan Rodriguez secretly entered the battlefield and took many photos of the time. However, in the end, the reporter was assassinated in a non-war zone and in front of many witnesses...

Well...a madman was in a non-combat zone of the US military. He "accurately" found him in a crowd of hundreds of reporters with an M9 pistol used by the US military, and then shot him three times in the head.

CNMD!

As expected, I will destroy any bad comments.

As expected of Eagle Sauce... No, it must have been done by a madman.

Crazy people do this, not to mention drug dealers.

17 newspapers across Colombia reported this incident, and then drug traffickers from various regions broke into their headquarters and carried out an inhumane massacre inside!

A dozen drug dealers armed with assault rifles and masks rushed in, shooting at everyone they saw. There was even a female host in the live broadcast room. Because of her good looks, she had a large audience.

The drug dealer who broke in was shot in the head.

The blood...

splattered on the lens!

The audience outside the TV thought it was just a "program effect", but when the drug dealers finished beating the corpse, it suddenly became bad!

A series of calls went directly to the police station.

How dare the police go there?

I was so scared that I unplugged the phone line.

This kind of behavior also completely angered ordinary people, especially college students. They took to the streets, protested loudly and held up banners: Shame on drug dealers! Get out of Colombia!

There are more and more people, even reaching more than 2,000 people.

They stood in protest outside the city hall building.

Funny enough, on the same street, 200 meters across is the North American Drug Association building that Pablo chose!

Drug dealers and the government are on the same street, face to face.

Who is embarrassed?

Whoever cares is embarrassed!

The building is 4 floors higher than the government building, firmly dominating the other side. On the top floor, the top executives of the North American Drug Association are meeting here.

Pablo stood next to the floor-to-ceiling window with a cigarette in his hand, looking at a group of ordinary people protesting below, and said with a smile, "These people are not busy making money. They protest all day long. Every day If you make thousands of dollars a month and have no money, do you have the right to be patriotic?”

“They have no idea that this bottle of red wine can kill them!”

"A bunch of bastards who don't know what they mean."

Pablo took a puff of his cigar, his eyes were sinister, and he shouted to Ochoa, "Show them, in Colombia, the only thing to do is to keep your mouth shut. Their opinions are not important, but Their voices will disturb the people sitting in the office!"

Ochoa nodded fiercely and went out to make arrangements.

“In 1970, my brothers and I came out to sell drugs. At that time, I met an Eastern pastor. The man told me that my life was for Jesus, and he asked me to become a vegetarian in the future and be blessed. I will have many children and many blessings."

"Bah!" Pablo laughed and turned to look at the three godfathers of the Cali Group, Mexico Guzman and others, "I took out my gun and asked him, Let him guess whether I will kill him."

"He said yes!"

"I shot him dead with one shot. I said to his body that his guess was accurate, but I don't believe in life. In my territory, Pablo Escobar, even the Vatican If you want to preach, you have to share half of your faith with me.”

There are big boss voices in the flat.

He looked at everyone, and finally at Guzman. The two sides looked at each other. The dwarf who kept a low profile lowered his head, and Pablo raised the corner of his mouth. He liked this feeling of persuading his peers.

"Gilbert, how is the Statue of Liberty in New York City? Is her skirt up? I can't help but fuck her!"

The boss of the Cali Group has been around since his younger brother Mi After Geer's death, his spirit became more and more depressed. The former gentleman's face turned into curry, looking very haggard. When he heard Pablo's inquiry, he raised his head and squinted his eyes.

"I contacted ETA in Spain. They have developed new explosives. My people have entered New York in batches. They just need to wait for the order. Boom! The Statue of Liberty? I will turn it into ruins!"

Gilbert spoke decisively.

What does the Cali Group actually say? To a certain extent, he had received sponsorship from the Americans in order to fight against the Pablo Group sponsored by the Soviet Union, but... Gilberg did not really believe in the United States, so he sent someone to eavesdrop on the U.S. Embassy in Colombia and bribed Several cleaning staff inside stuffed positioning and listening devices under the desk.

I heard more than once that Americans were worried that the growth of the Cary Group would affect them, but the ambassador proudly said to Washington, "Gilbert is just a gentleman-looking bastard, and Miguel is an angry one." The Bulls, Chepe Santa Cruz is a wretched-looking idiot, and the fourth child Herrera is a Farmers, the Four Godfathers of Cali? I think they are a combination of four bastards.”

Gilbert has always remembered these words, and he also understood that a chamber pot is a chamber pot after all, and Americans are no longer the same. No matter how you sponsor yourself, they will kick you out when they don't need it. If Pablo dies, you will definitely be next.

In addition, Miguel was disturbed by the DEA people. He grew more hateful and more angry!

You are unbenevolent, I, damn it, don’t care whether you live or die.

He originally planned to blow up the embassy, ​​but he felt that it was not exciting and influential enough, so he blew up the Statue of Liberty.

Let this bitch collapse!

Drug dealers are very courageous creatures. They have already sold drugs, so what else can they not dare to do?

Americans?

Are you awesome?

I have long been resentful towards those greedy capitalists. I experienced the "United Fruit Company" occupying land when I was a child, and was forced to work for them. I was not treated as a human being at all. Even now in 1990, they changed Became "Chiquita", but this hatred is still engraved in Gilbert's heart.

Let’s settle old and new grudges together!

QNMD Americans.

“Very good!” Pablo was satisfied with the efficiency of the Cali Group. He just finished smoking his cigar and threw it into the ashtray. “Perhaps, we should add a label of justice to this action.”

“For example: How about Operation Revenge? It was used to oppose the American control of Central and South America for hundreds of years, and it was also a kind of revenge for the actions of the United Fruit Company in the previous decades, they overthrew more than 30 governments , suppressed more than 5,000 worker protests, and they were bloody, so we have to let them understand that resistance will always exist."

When Guzman and others heard this, they looked at each other, this excuse... is a bit. Second!

At this moment, there was a sudden panic sound accompanied by screams from downstairs. The bosses looked out the glass window and saw ten people suddenly rushing into the protesting crowd downstairs. Several pickup trucks drove rampantly at them!

No hesitation at all, just hit it!

The pickup truck pushed people forward, even being pressed to the ground, and rolled over their heads regardless.

Whoever dares to block the road will die!

Next door is the government building!

There is even a guard box inside. When the military police inside heard the noise outside, their first action was to take a look, and then... close the door!

Thousands of protesters ran in panic.

Pablo looked at this scene very happily, "The protest is also the protest of the strong. It succeeded. It is not the compromise of the strong, but... I think it is too troublesome, but I prefer to solve it physically. They."

"Okay, gentlemen, don't worry about these untouchables, let's discuss how to carry out justice in the United States!"

"We want those people to understand. , the lives of ordinary people in Central and South America also matter, they should come back."

Guzman glanced at the crowd of protesters who were crushed by vehicles. There was blood everywhere, and screams kept coming. He also slowly landed, while the gang of drug dealers chased him crazily.

It’s really a magical Latin American version of mockery.

He kills ordinary people, and then asks the United States for debts on behalf of ordinary people.

Wait a minute... the PUC is burned.

It is worthy of being able to bring the Medellin Group to the greatest extent. Guzman has to continue to learn from this kind of shame.

“Guzman!” shouted Aguilar from Juarez next to him, pulling the dwarf. As soon as he came back to his senses, he saw Pablo looking at him with a frown. "You are distracted."

"Sorry." Guzman said solemnly.

“I will send my soldiers to an expedition to Mexico! Send an expeditionary force of more than 6,000 people, and equip you with 20 Mi-8 armed helicopters, 25 BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicles and 10 T55 tanks. It will arrive in Mexico by sea."

"In addition to us, the Guatemalan warlord General Ubico Castagne also made it clear that he would cooperate with the Trout Gang and send about 3,000 people from the south. Enter Mexico to fight Victor!"

"The drug trafficking organizations in Honduras and Ecuador have also clearly expressed their support for you and provided 20 million US dollars in financial assistance."

"These are from the association. The first batch of support, the second batch of support will be coming soon, what we have to do is to hold Victor to death!”

"He's really dancing too much."

"I don't like it very much."

Pablo said with a worried expression, "I'll leave these people to your command. Don't let them The association is disappointed. I have also prepared a staff team of 10 for you. Most of them are retired military officers. "

"Just give them money, they don't like to owe money."

MD?

Engage in an expeditionary force?

Nearly 10,000 people still have so much firepower?

Guzman is a little suspicious. Is he a drug dealer or a warlord?

However, I have to say that this feeling of having someone's support is really good. Can Victor be better than himself, and can he be better than the "United Army"?

The planes and cannons fired together and killed you directly.

However, the gloomy Guzman felt that perhaps, he could find a way to find a solution from within Victor.

He likes to play dirty tricks. It is impossible for everyone to be satisfied with Victor.

Inciting chaos within him!

Then external troops pressed into the territory.

Perfect.

……

(End of this chapter)

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