Working as a police officer in Mexico

July 27, 1990.

02:27 am!

Victor stood in front of the door of an Airbus A300, patted the shoulders of every police officer who walked up, and straightened out the wrinkles on their uniforms.

At the end of the day, Kennedy gave him a hug.

"I'm waiting for news of your triumph in Tijuana!"

"loyalty!"

Kennedy saluted with a military salute and boarded the plane. The pilot in charge was the air marshal whom Victor had previously redeemed. He wore headphones and signaled the crew to close the door.

Then…

Start gliding!

In the driver's seat of the C-130 not far away, two pilots sent by the US military were eating instant noodles, with ham sausage added as a midnight snack.

They are eating happily.

Just saw…

Those action teams actually boarded a passenger plane, and then soared directly into the night sky.

"Hey~ What...what's going on? What about us?"

The two pilots looked at each other, a little confused. This is not following the routine. Did you get on the wrong plane?

While the two of them were still stunned.

Zolf Sherman rushed up with a dozen police officers, very polite, really, with a smile on his face.

"Gentlemen, perhaps you need me to accompany you on this flight."

Victor stood at the airport and watched the C-130 soar into the sky, then turned around and said, "Let's go back!"

"Boss, where are you going?" Casare asked hurriedly.

"Go back to sleep!"

This is going to stop the fat man from getting stuck. Boss, you are not worried at all.

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Colombia. Santa Fe Bogota.

At three or four o'clock in the morning.

Residents in the main city heard the roar of cars and motorcycles. When they got up in the morning, they were all ready to go downstairs to work, only to find that the main roads had been blocked!

Those guys use pickup trucks…

There was also a machine gun riding on top, and the drug dealer and his companions were laughing and sitting in their back pockets smoking cigarettes, but they didn't care when they saw the officer riding the bicycle.

But if you drive a car.

Just one word: "Get out!"

Drug dealers can carry out... martial law at any time and anywhere? Poison pipe?

Seven police cars roared in.

A police superintendent got out of the car. He was square and looked very upright. He walked over and said, "Falcao, what are you doing? Do you Medellin want to rebel?"

There was a drug dealer with a cockscomb sitting in his back pocket. His arms were all messy with tattoos. He had a cigarette between his fingers. He turned his head and looked at him, then spat out.

"We are already in charge of this place!"

"Today, the Medellin Group allows you to leave work."

The superintendent's face turned green with anger, "Get out of here! Get out of the way!"

Falcao narrowed his eyes, stood up directly, and pulled the machine gun on the roof of the pickup truck, "If you want bullets, let me tell you again, get out!"

"The big guys are having a meeting today. When the meeting is over, the nature of Santa Fe Bogo is still yours."

Saw him pull the bolt.

The expressions of the police officers who followed suddenly tightened, and their feet were pointed towards the back. As soon as they saw something was wrong, they would run away!

But in fact, although the Colombian military and police are also bribed, they also have a particularly large number of righteous people compared to Mexico.

Especially after Pablo unscrupulously provoked the dignity of the country and even sent people to blow up a passenger plane. There was no bottom line. If he was not caught, where would the country's face be saved?

It's a good idea, but you can't beat them!

The Colombian military police were beaten to the ground by Medellin's armed forces. The most important thing was that they had good relations with several anti-government armed forces. They said in more than one place that if anyone dared to touch Pablo.

Then let the "April 19" incident happen again!

All I can say is that it’s too dishonest.

In the Latin American world, we have to look at my three North American heroes!

If this were placed in Mexico today.

Are you blocking the way?

OK!

Victor just blasted you, and then buried your ashes under the road, blocking you from the road for the rest of your life.

Cockscomb Tou took out a wad of banknotes tied with a rope from his pocket!

It was really a bundle, just like it was used to bundle hairy crabs. He threw it directly in front of the superintendent, waved his hand and said impatiently, "Can you get out of here? Do you still need me to take you home?"

"police officer!"

Arrogant and domineering.

To reach this point as a gangster, this life... is worth it.

Looking at the money on the ground, the superintendent clenched his fists.

"Sir, shall we withdraw?" A deputy beside him suddenly said, and the former suddenly turned his head to look at him.

The deputy's eyes flickered a little.

"Brothers, get rich."

The superintendent was shocked and went to look at the other police officers. The guns in their hands were all stuffed back into their holsters, while a few of them looked at them with unkind eyes.

His shirt was soaked instantly.

NMD!

"withdraw!"

In the end, he could only hold his nose and shout, with a black face on his face, while the deputy went up to hug the money, and smiled and nodded at Falcao with the cockscomb head.

Seeing them "escape", the drug dealers smiled unscrupulously and continued to sit around, chatting about women and the upcoming conference.

"Boss, what kind of meeting are the big guys going to have?"

"Yes, boss, just tell us."

Falcod said calmly, "Okay, we'll all know it later. Do you know about the Mexican drug traffickers? What about Juarez, the Gulf Group, and Sinaloa."

The younger brothers nodded vigorously.

"A police officer came out over there. He was said to be very fierce. The Mexican drug traffickers who were beaten were so scared that they had no choice but to run to Colombia for help. Our boss is a warm-hearted man. Of course he is willing to help. He also proposed to form an association to unite the 17 drug trafficking groups. and warlords were brought in."

"Wow! 17!"

Falcao looked at the surprised expressions of his brothers and nodded with a smile, "Mexicans are really useless. Aren't they just a little policeman? I've also seen it on the news. Their firepower is just that, not as fierce as ours." , I think we have to take action at that time to kill the one named Victor."

"Yes! Kill the police! Hahaha." A group of boys raised their hands and shouted.

Big brother…

News is the most deceptive thing.

Your boss didn't tell you how difficult Victor is to beat!

This is just a microcosm of the street.

What was even more outrageous was blocking the car directly at the entrance of the local police station, just like that.

Urgent phone calls came straight to him.

In order to prevent the conflict from intensifying, the military and police began to take to the streets to confront drug dealers, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

But no one dared to fire the first shot.

Colombian Security Minister Carlos Yerás Restrepo placed a call directly to Pablo's personal phone.

He wanted to question the other party aggressively.

But…

People just killed him!

"Keep dialing!"

Finally, after three or four calls, someone picked up the call, and Mr. Carlos Yerás Restrepo was about to speak.

Just listen to what the other party said.

"Sorry, Mr. Pablo is busy, please call again later."

Then…

Hangs up again.

Toot toot…

"CNMD! Pablo!" Even Restrepo, who was known as an elegant gentleman, couldn't bear it now. He cursed and smashed his cell phone on the ground angrily.

The secretary who heard the commotion outside shrank her head and did not dare to go in.

After calming down, Restrepo, as the Minister of Security, could only sit helplessly on the chair.

he…

I really don't have the courage to issue the order to attack.

In fact, looking at the love and hatred between Pablo and the Colombian government, we can clearly understand that every time they want to destroy each other, there will be the United States beside them without the support of their godfather.

Colombia easily did not take action.

One move...

Just have to cry.

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8:20 am.

A convoy of dozens of luxury cars drove into the new judicial building. Dozens of bodyguards descended from above and opened the car doors in unison.

Pablo, Guzman, Abrego and other drug traffickers from both countries and many other representatives attending the meeting got out of the car.

The reporter who had been waiting for a long time rushed over.

"Mr. Pablo! It is said that there is breaking news today. What is it?"

"Mr. Pablo, what do you think of the Colombian government's announcement that it will sign extradition clauses with the United States?"

Pablo, who has a fluffy lion head, is wearing a white suit with a flower on his chest. He has a rosy complexion and looks at the dozens of news media below. He is in a very good mood and raises his hand to signal them to quiet down.

After everyone closed their mouths, he said with a smile.

"The questions will be answered one by one later. Let me say one thing first."

"I am very happy to announce to you!"

"The North American Drug Association, jointly led by the Sinaloa, Juarez, and Gulf Groups in Mexico and the Medellin and Cali Groups in Colombia, was officially established!"

The reporters below were startled.

But then the clicking sound of taking pictures kept ringing.

There was also excitement on his face, of course it was for the hot news.

When they came, they had a hunch that a major drug lord would hold a press conference to announce something big, and the person calling them was the most controversial Pablo.

North American Narcotics Association!

Mexico + Colombia?

They are planning to dominate Latin America.

"I have never seen such an arrogant person in my life." A new reporter was obviously a newbie and couldn't help but say this, it was like a sigh.

But Pablo had good ears and heard it right away. He pointed at him and said, "Hey! You saw it today!"

"I'm not arrogant, this is strength. The purpose of our association is to control the market, control prices, and control illegal sales!"

"From now on, any sales without our permission will be illegal!"

Pablo pointed at the new reporter, "Remember everything I said. In 1991, next year, the North American Drug Association will provide the United States with 15,000 tons of drugs. Happy are the drug addicts in the United States!"

15,000 tons!

Americans can only consume it completely even if they smoke with all their orifices open.

More corns.

"Within five years, the North American Narcotics Association will provide more than 100,000 tons of drugs to the world. Within ten years, our profits will exceed the sum of the world's top 500 companies!"

"Gentlemen, you are about to witness history."

applaud!

There was applause throughout the hall.

"You should go up." Abrego from the Gulf Group looked at the high-spirited Pablo above and said to Guzman next to him.

"Just let him do the limelight stuff, we just have to be responsible for making money."

He doesn't want to stand out.

If you are too pushy, you will get embarrassed easily.

Being low-key can lead to great things!

Abrego hummed, noncommittal, but looking at Pablo like that, his eyes were still a little jealous.

This should definitely be in the newspapers!

Except for Colombia, the whole of Latin America and even the whole world were shocked by this news!

On the Caotai team, an intruder holding drugs appeared.

He said to everyone, "Gentlemen! Please take drugs!"

The name Pablo…

It is destined to become history. From now on, the history of drug trafficking in the world will be inseparable from him.

Abrego, I really want to stand on it! !

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