Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 1071 - 543: Justice VS Self-Proclaimed Justice! (Requesting Monthly Votes!!!)_4

The Mexican side was very tough as well. Defense Minister Kennedy announced to the reporters, "As long as Israel sends people into Medellin, they are supporting the drug traffickers and will be eliminated."

Does Israel still care about face at this point?

Everyone's watching me, do you want me to take back my words?

Biting the bullet, they dispatched a team of 200 medical staff, including 30 intelligence officers…

Then…

Boom, it got bombed today.

They were coming for you.

After the F15 flew away, Medellin Cartel's air force wobbled into the sky…

"Quick, quick save the people! Quick save the people…"

Medellin residents with relatives in the hospital screamed as they ran toward the ruins.

Looking at that still smoking hospital, some people knelt down, crying their hearts out…

Many had hatred in their eyes…

Damned Victor!

Why help that corrupt government?

For them, following Pablo meant they had food, then Pablo was right.

For Victor, since you help drug traffickers, you are a drug trafficker, so I am justified in killing you.

So?

Who is truly just?

Living is justice!

"There's someone, there's someone…" A ragged young man saw a pitch-black hand deep in the ruins, the skin had burned open, he hurriedly ran over, grabbed the hand, and yelled, "Don't worry, I'll get you out…"

With a strong pull, his body went light, and he fell backward, sitting on the ground, his eyes widened, trembling all over, seeing it was just a hand with some flesh still on it.

A stench of blood entered his nose, and he threw the limb away, retching on the ground, though his stomach was empty, only able to dry heave.

Across the ruins, cries for help were everywhere, suppressing to hear.

And Pablo at this time?

Hiding like a stray dog in a sewer.

A real-sewer.

Only difference is, he had modified it, with rooms, a warehouse, a generator, even velvet blankets, and two dogs.

Everything necessary was there.

The rich live carefreely even when fleeing.

He didn't dare sleep above, fearing he'd wake up dead after being bombed.

Could only hide in this pre-built sewer.

Who thought it would be so bold…

After all, drug traffickers were just drug traffickers, they froze when confronted by regular armies.

He boasted having over ten thousand men, really that many, hearing this, many said wow, quite powerful.

But they were just The Mob, bereaved dogs, troops gathered like ants, very effective against similar rank Columbian forces.

But against the Mexican Army with air superiority, all they could do was rage impotently.

Some died, some fled.

The difference in equipment showed combat effectiveness…

Just like in ancient times, ten fully-armored elite soldiers chasing a few hundred was not impossible.

Rather than saying Mexico's anti-drug war is against small fries like Medellin, it's against the vested interest groups profiting from drugs.

This includes Israel, the United States, and so on.

Like a frog, without Uncle Sam, what is it? Relying on neighboring sanitary pads and the Taiji Tiger?

Things like beasts, not allowed at the table.

Someone compares Pablo's "Guards" to Palestine's resistance organizations?

"…"

In the same situation, the other side could beat him till he defecates, believe it or not.

Quite humiliated.

Ochoa panted as he jogged over, having to bend over since the sewer, though modified, wasn't high enough to stand straight.

"They've left, the planes have left."

His voice halted abruptly as he saw Pablo sitting on the chair, lifting his head, eyes murderous.

After a long pause, Pablo slowly spoke, his voice dry, sounding particularly strained.

"I feel so damn suffocated!"

Ochoa sighed in his heart, Pablo was proud and ambitious.

Had killed, gotten rich, even run for president, all the way through he was radiant with ease.

Medellin Cartel held 85% of the leaf market share.

Such a person being suppressed by Mexican planes, certainly aggrieved.

"Boss…"

"We need to change tactics, without air superiority, we are just targets," Pablo said.

"Most importantly, our soldiers' quality is too poor, this cannot continue, I need to recruit a new batch from Medellin, they must have had relatives die in the bombings, only a sea of blood and hatred will drive them forward, other than that, we need to establish good relations with Europe and America, I was wrong before, we need more friends."

Ochoa looked at Pablo in horror.

??

The boss's mental illness is getting worse?

He actually started finding faults in himself!

"I know what you're thinking, Ochoa, my brother."

Pablo shook his head, "Arrogance is a chronic poison, I thought I was invincible, but now I know, I'm just a miserable worm."

His spirit was crushed.

His daughter, his daughter died.

The repeated bombings, even the ancestral graves were bombed, his father's remains, more than thirty relatives dead till now…

Mexico, hasn't even deployed the army yet.

Used to ridicule Mexican peers for being too weak, now look, lasting that long, already impressive.

"Boss, it's not too late now." Ochoa said softly, "We survived when they had us tied up ready to be dumped at sea, didn't we?"

"We can start over again."

Easy to say…

Pablo was silent for a moment, then nodded, "The United States is too occupied by internal strife now, but Europe and America will want Columbia, go find them!"

"Find who?"

"The British," Pablo said, "I can help them infiltrate influence into Columbia, help them support a pro-British government, they'll be tempted."

"Tell them, once the United States regains composure, once Mexico comes in, they'll no longer have the chance."

Hearing this, Ochoa instantly understood.

This plan is just like Mexico's recent proposal to "form an alliance" to eliminate drug traffickers fundamentally, isn't it?

Drawing European armies into Latin America!

Creating chaos in the world, thereby reaping rewards amidst turmoil.

But one is to strike the U.S., the other to strike Mexico.

By then, two groups of reinforcements waging war in the Latin American region?

Just thinking about it feels thrilling.

Justice VS Self-proclaimed Justice?!

Whoever wins is the legitimate ruler of Latin America…

Ochoa thinks Europe and Mexico have poor relations, comparatively, Columbian drug traffickers are more "moderate," he gritted his teeth, "I'll go, let me go to Europe."

"I can only trust you now, no need to go to France, Haiti has already been given to them, the French have surrendered to Mexico, go to the United Kingdom and Italy."

"Leverage our connections in the Mafia, let them help pull strings, we absolutely must bring Italy into our camp."

A small piece of trivia—

The Allies didn't have the Mafia, they didn't invade Italy that quickly!!!! (Shocking!)

In fact, it was Mo Ge's anti-gang operations from 1925 to 1929 capturing 11,000 people, reducing the murders in Sicily from nearly 700 down to 300.

The Sicilian Mafia had no choice but to flee to America.

Later, during the 1943 Allied landings, the American Government used American Mafia connections to contact people in their Sicilian homeland.

They helped with the landings, and after the counteroffensive into Italy, the Mafia took over local administration.

Since then, the Mafia cleaned up their act, transforming from a local association into a Mafiadom controlling Italy's economy.

You may not know who the President of Italy is, but you must know, never offend the Mafia in Italy.

Relying on their "good word," Columbian drug traffickers are bound to find backing.

Ochoa nodded firmly.

"I'll do my best, Boss!"

"For the future of Medellin!"

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