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?
Yankee!
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 originally arranged for senior executives from various countries or regions, but now that he has done this, there is a direct disconnect.
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 from 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, whose parents died when they were young. They never went to school. They lived on the streets of Cali City since they were young, living a life with no meals. Even when they were at their poorest, the two of them hugged each other under the bridge. comfort each other.
Gilbert still remembers pointing to the morning star and asking Miguel, "What is your wish?"
He clearly remembered Miguel saying, "Eat a full meal! Eat lots and lots of delicious food."
Gilbert smiled and said, "This sky must have my voice!"
From a gangster to a bank thief to a cartel spanning several continents, he has stood at the top of the industry, but while he was enjoying the fruits of victory, Miguel... died.
How did Gilbert accept this?
When Pablo looked at him, he actually felt a little 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.
Next to them sat the three "bears" of Mexico. Guzman's eyes were bruised, Juarez's Aguilar and Gulf Group's Abrego 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 take revenge on them, I would rather shoot myself!"
"How to take revenge?"
Aguilar covered his face and suppressed his 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?"
His confidence was shattered.
I have also been a policeman for decades. When have I ever seen such a fierce cop? The anus was knocked out.
The "little friend of life and death" Abrego next to him nodded.
"Then there will be no revenge?"
Before Pablo could speak, Gilbert jumped up first, "The Yankees are so arrogant. If the DEA can't blow it up, let's 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 lackey? Kill him! Take his head and sacrifice it to the flag!"
Just pick the persimmon and pinch it softly!
The only sound in the entire living room was his hysterical roar.
fry…
statue of Liberty?
That’s a U.S. national monument!
The Mexicans were frightened by this proposal, while Pablo's eyes were shining, and the Cali Group was a "mad dog!"
Where is the gentleman?
However, it really suits his temperament.
Pablo was supposed to be an anti-American fighter. He would do anything as long as it made Americans sick. 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 explodes..."
"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 objects?"
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.
All raised their hands.
The three Mexican heroes can only agree.
MD!
All crazy.
"Leave the Statue of Liberty matter to the Cali Group, Gilbert blows it up! Let him understand who we are, and when we hunt, God will kill God if he blocks it, and Buddha will kill Buddha if he blocks Buddha. No one is safe, no one What is sacred!”
Pablo said solemnly, "Those who go against our will will eventually be destroyed!"
"Over there at Casare Gonzalez..."
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 all 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 Hunt 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 figure.
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 held a teddy bear and looked at Ethan Hunter 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 Hunt'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, it is so empty that people are struck by the air and frightened.
Seeing the pleading eyes, Ethan nodded subconsciously, "Don't run around."
"Well, you should also pay attention to your safety!" Mike Corleone Blanco nodded vigorously.
The name Black Widow named her son was exactly the name of the first godfather in "The Godfather Part 1".
Perhaps, she also has some hopes for her son.
Ethan Hunt drove to the "Naples" manor with sparks and lightning, and was led by his bodyguards to the living room of the bosses.
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 want all his family members to be killed! I will send Medellin's intelligence department and killer troops to cooperate with you."
Pablo stared at 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, he looked like an infatuated man.
When Pablo heard the other party say the elder 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 Corleone, but the shares of the association will be yours." Just took it back.”
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 good 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.
"do not worry!"
Ethan Hunter took a deep breath, "I will regard Corleone as my biological son, and these properties belong to him, and I will temporarily keep them for him."
"When he reaches adulthood, it will all belong to him!"
"As for...Casare Gonzalez."
He gritted his teeth as if he was an enemy who killed his father, "I will definitely kill his whole family and let them reunite 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 were shaking.
Resign! Resign! Resign!
I have a fortune worth hundreds of millions, and yet I still want to be a fucking agent?
I want to go on vacation in the Caribbean, I want to pick up girls, I want to go mmm hey hey hey...
However, something suddenly occurred to him.
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, was just a beating on the lives of workers.
"Fuck!! Kill Kasare!"
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, Colombian Security Minister, he dares to let the troops fight with us, kill him, we must kill him!"
"The government people's fear of us is slowly dissipating. We need to let them understand who is the master of South America."
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