Working as a police officer in Mexico

Medellin, capital of Antioquia province, Colombia!

As one of the Three Musketeers in Latin America, the X00X of women here is a bit bigger than in 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, there are nearly 300 local drug trafficking groups, large and small!

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 away the major drug lords in Colombia.

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 the famous Cali Cartel were digging tunnels to steal bank vaults, and had not yet formed the "Four Godfathers".

By 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 his personal worth reaching 30 billion U.S. dollars.

Maybe he doesn’t know how rich he is, but he spends 1,000 US dollars every month to buy rubber bands to tie up banknotes. When 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 provide 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!

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 black from this day on. He killed all the police officers who arrested him and hung them in front of the police station. His opponent Garland proposed a national drug ban in his speech. This Let 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 paid $100 million to elect the Attorney General. Three days later, he was found dead. 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 US Hercules transport planes and with the air support of 10 F16s, in 1984 In March of that year, they raided their home base in Medellin.

150 people were killed and more than 1,000 people were arrested, but... Pablo was allowed to escape.

Tooth for tooth, blood for blood, a month later, he sent a killer to assassinate the commander-in-chief of the operation, Colombian Justice Minister Lara!

They also sent 60 armed men under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles to rush into the judicial building. In a scene that shocked the world, they 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 accurately locate the location and situation of the Medellin Group. Colombia launched the largest anti-drug operation in history. 200 special forces soldiers trained by the United States were directly airborne. The most elite 14th National Defense Forces Thousands of soldiers from the brigade surrounded them, cutting 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 makes both the United States and Colombia ashamed!

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, it seems that there is also a man named Kunsa in Golden X Point. Well, sooner or later it will be hung on the wall on the roadside. The Golden X Point area welcomes Victor to come and guide the anti-drug work and teach Mexico’s advanced Victorist anti-drug policy!

In a mansion covering an area of ​​30 acres in Medellin.

It occupies the mountainside and has a good view. You can see the government building opposite at a glance. Several armored vehicles and an armed vehicle covered with a military green tarpaulin are parked at the door. But from the way it looks, it looks like a ground-to-air vehicle. Missile, I just don’t know what model it is.

There is a sign 300 meters outside the villa.

Written in Spanish: "Police and dogs prohibited!"

Arrogant, really NMD arrogant.

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, smoking a cigarette.

"When will dinner 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.

When the trolley crossed 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.

Let’s put it this way, the eldest brother does not laugh at the second brother about the welfare benefits of the Colombian and Mexican military police.

Keeping an eye on Pablo Escobar every day is the best job at the Medellín Police Department. Many police officers rush to come here because they take care of meals at noon every day.

Delicacies from the mountains and sea, big fish and big meat!

These are things that low-level military and police officers like them will never be able to eat in their lifetime.

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.

Therefore, 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 are the savior at this time!

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 Grass Stage 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 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, "Mr. Aguilar from Juarez, Mexico, what's up? Do you want to meet him?"

The young policeman smiled hurriedly and waved his hands, not daring to ask any more questions. If he knew too much, he would die sooner. He became a policeman just for a living, so why should he "care" about things that were not his own?

And 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 right now. So is Victor really that vicious? Can he be more vicious than the Americans?"

Aguilar smiled bitterly, "Armando was caught by him two days ago and executed."

"oh?"

Pablo's hand was strong, and he 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 spotlight 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."

When Pablo heard this, he frowned, 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, I can't believe how long it has been." , just die and run."

Aguilar took a deep breath, "So, we Juarez, the Gulf Group, and the Sinaloa Group are 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 past, half of the goods were collected. This was the plan given by Gallardo.

"But we need to 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. We don't have to worry about drug addicts at all. All we have to do is to withstand the police's attack. There is no profit at all for failed drug trafficking groups. of."

"We also plan to contact the warlords of Guatemala and El Salvador. When we join forces, we can have tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of armed forces. Which one 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 can it be!

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 such force, one has to ask how heavy this tripod in Latin America is!

Pablo admitted that Aguilar's "pie" was painted on his heart.

With more money, his ambition becomes higher.

He pondered for a moment, "Then who will be the president?"

As soon as Aguilar's eyes twitched, 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 veto power. No decision can be made without your consent." will pass."

"Then if the Americans deal with me, will you help me?"

"The North American Drug Trafficking Association will not abandon any partner!" Aguilar said in a deep voice.

Pablo finally smiled when he heard this. His pressure was not as relaxed as he showed. If the Americans were not dragged down by external pressure, it was said that there was trouble in the Middle East. I am afraid that the blow he suffered now would be even greater.

He needs allies!

As for whether the North American Drug Trafficking Association will make the United States unhappy at that time?

MD, when has the drug trafficking group ever made the United States happy?

The CIA has no shares in the Medellin Group, so who are they?

"If possible, I hope to contact the Cali Group." Aguilar glanced at him and said.

Pablo narrowed his eyes. He hated to hear the name of this competitor, but he knew that he needed more friends on this road.

And the Cali Group also has a nickname called: "Latin American KGB". Even if the CIA came, they would have to admire their intelligence work.

The Cali Cartel has opened a telecommunications company, so they can use technology to monitor the conversations between the CIA and officials, and they have indeed done so. Then there are about 5,000 taxi drivers who are their informants. If you are a foreigner, you will be tracked.

How awesome is it?

Their distribution network covers America, Europe, and Asia. Many employees don’t even know that they are trafficking drugs, but work for the Fortune 500.

"Okay, I will let Ochoa contact the 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 Cartel does not want to be excluded by the entire drug trafficking market in North America, it can only join.

"Smart people should wake up!"

Pablo nodded, "After you get the right people, I hope we can have a formal meeting."

"Where?"

"It's in the new Attorney General's Building in Colombia."

A lunatic is a lunatic!

Aguilar thought for a moment and nodded, picking up the wine glass next to him and saying, "I wish our career will be more brilliant."

Pablo also drank the red wine in one gulp, pointing at the dozen models, "They will all be yours tonight, I hope you can have a good body."

Looking at those women, Aguilar's eyes were shining.

…

At this time, Victor returned to his "place of rise", the Plateau Prison!

At the door...

Drug dealers cleaned the ground early in the morning, and even the weeds in the cracks were cleared.

There were 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 at them, and said to Harris next to him, "It seems that everyone is in high spirits. How are the drug dealers? Are they still obedient?"

Harris nodded, "Most of them are obedient, but there are also a few troublemakers."

"How troublesome are they?"

"They are not active in operating the sewing machines, and they even damaged the machines several times, causing considerable losses. In addition, the drug lords in the third prison area have not paid the sanitation fees for a long time, and their outside associations refuse to pay us."

Victor fought with them, and of course the drug trafficking groups outside refused to pay.

"Don't pay? This is difficult to deal with. What day is today?" Victor murmured.

Casare immediately understood.

"Boss, it's my grandmother's 100th birthday."

"Well, the old lady should live a comfortable life. Go to the work site and the third prison to pull a few people out. I want to shoot them and celebrate the old lady's birthday!"

Casare kept thanking him beside him. Harris glanced at him. CNMD, why is this bitch getting more and more mean? I haven't seen him for a long time. Why did he become so shameless? It's your grandmother's birthday, why don't you say that your aunt is pregnant again.

Or you can say it's your cousin Dragan's death anniversary.

Oh!

I wish I could be as smart as him.

I can only say that this is talent.

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