"I told you to take it out!"
The refused big brother's face grew darker, and he pulled out a gun directly at the other party.
This time...
It completely crushed the underling; life was hard enough as it was, everybody was about to starve, and now you're doing this?
"No! Impossible, Emmanuel! I'm telling you, I won't let you search me, and don't think I don't know you hid food, there's a cookie in your wife's pillow." The underling Jal lashed out.
This time, you could feel the other underlings' expressions turning strange.
Their looks towards the boss became increasingly peculiar.
"Boss, is what he said true?"
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense." The boss of course yelled, but his voice was full of panic.
"Then just tear open the pillow and take a look." Someone suggested.
"No way!"
"Let's see who dares disobey my orders?"
The furious boss blocked the doorway, but the more he acted like this, the more suspicious everyone became, while the discontented underling Jal cocked his gun, "Don't listen to his crap, let's get out, Boss? He never saw us as brothers, only as expendables!"
He led the charge out.
The two immediately got into a scuffle, and then...
Ratatat—
A burst of gunshots rang out.
Jal, clutching his chest, collapsed to the ground, starting to spit out fresh blood.
Well then, now it really blew up.
"He killed someone, Emmanuel killed someone, get him, get him!"
The boss frantically waved his hands, but before he could respond, his body was riddled with bullets.
Medellin was already chaotic. At night, when everyone finally took a break, the gunshots agitated other organizations far away.
Like a chain reaction...
Gunshots and hand grenades echoed throughout the night.
Carlos Leder, who was finally dozing on the sofa in Medellin headquarters, was jolted awake, "Where's the shooting? Where's the shooting?"
He saw his bodyguard John Jairo Villarquez also running out with a gun, with dark circles around his eyes and a very tense expression. Even though he had killed many for Pablo, he couldn't help but panic when facing his own crisis.
He peeked out the window carefully, opening the curtain a crack, and saw fire breaking out far away outside, as if someone had set a blaze.
"It's alright, it's alright, just some unrest in the city." Bodyguard John Jairo Villarquez turned back to appease the third boss Carlos Leder.
But after saying this, the two immediately fell silent. Damn...
How could he say it like that?
The city was in chaos, they should have been anxious, but now they seemed to be at ease?
"The situation is such a mess."
"It's helpless now, Casare has already announced that as long as the first 10,000 people surrender with the surrender document, their assets can be secured. Our own people have started killing each other." John Jairo Villarquez's words were somewhat heavy.
Also somewhat perplexed and lost.
"!!!!"
Carlos was shocked, "What about our arranged people? Won't they have thoughts in their minds?"
He immediately recognized the malice in this move.
Everyone wanted to be among the first 10,000; it's about personal interests, and it's virtually impossible to make them prioritize the collective interest.
When John Jairo Villarquez heard his question, indeed his eyes turned vacant, he felt a bit unsure, "They are all Dead Soldiers we raised..."
"But a Dead Soldier doesn't mean they're really willing to die!" Carlos said.
"Then there's no way, we have to act first." The other party gritted his teeth, "We can't delay any longer, they gave us 90 hours, but we need to surrender early, and it should be beautiful and resolute, so that the Mexican Army and Colombian Government let down their guard, we can't hesitate anymore."
On the surface, Carlos Leder spoke confidently, but when it came to making the actual decision, he hesitated.
"Hey! What are you still thinking about, do you really think Jesus will come down to save us? There's no one who can save us now!!"
"What about Pablo Boss in the hospital?" Carlos was a bit worried, "The Colombian Government would not spare him, and... he has no resistance capacity right now, if caught, I think he's only one step from death."
No wonder they were sworn brothers, even when the boss was lying there, he was worried.
John Jairo Villarquez's eyelids twitched; he didn't know what to do either, couldn't just let it go, right?
A spiritual symbol.
"I...we'll think, we'll think." Carlos shivered as he said.
"No more thinking, there's no time!"
"Ten hours, just give me ten hours, John, we're not short of this time either, Casare said the first 10,000 will get good treatment, but they won't annihilate the rest, we still have time..."
John Jairo Villarquez saw his weak demeanor, he felt like shooting him!
Leaving with a dark face, he slammed the door.
Carlos trembled, turned his head to look outside the door, his neck moved as if he was thinking about something, the expression on his face was very conflicted, and his eyes showed great guilt.
???
"Sorry, John, Pablo Boss is more important than you!"
He said as he stood up, pulled out a new phone from his desk, and dialed the number written on the surrender proposal, 1840!
"Hello, this is Carlos Leder from Medellin, I want to speak to your leader!"
...
Casare's statement made people see hope for the prohibition of Colombian drugs.
Of course, it was just hope...
And everyone understood one thing, which is why drug cartels have such an influence among the grassroots, it's because the countries in the Latin American region truly suck.
Economic failures, corrupt governments, it's hopeless; if you lived there, you'd definitely want to take a gamble. Who's to say the next Pablo wouldn't be yourself?
There's a saying: when the granaries are full, people know manners; when the clothing and food are adequate, people know honor and disgrace.
Of course, some people wonder why places like Europe and America, so developed, have such rampant drug trafficking; to put it simply, they're a bunch of idiots!
Good life leads to self-inflicted troubles in the name of "individuality."
So, it's straightforward to eliminate grouped drug traffickers, but to eradicate scattered ones, it's truly difficult.
The "Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization" has also given multiple assessments internally, believing drug traffickers are driven by the tide; they don't adopt large organizations, but break into pieces, hiding in the deep mountains and forests in groups of dozens or teens.
There are many mountains in the Latin American region, with the most famous being the Cordillera Mountain Range, stretching over 15,000 kilometers from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego, spanning the western part of the North and South American Continent. The principal part in South America is the Andes Mountains, which are the main body of the Cordillera in South America.
How many people do you think can hide in there?
So, Victor wasn't happy about the collapse of Colombian drug traffickers; instead, he felt a headache.
His cold had been on and off these days.
Putting down the file, he forced himself to get up and planned to take a stroll downstairs.
Damn...
The work belongs to the country, but the life is his own.
And, the rest of Latin America truly is rotten, what's to be done?
Should he tell them, you guys step down, let me do it!
Even the mildest would rise up against Victor if he said that.
Decades ago, someone forced everyone to unify, he failed.
Just walking out of the office, he ran into George Smiley from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He looked conflicted, paused upon seeing Victor, then hurriedly stood at attention.
"I don't want to hear work now, let me rest for a bit." Victor waved his hand, rubbing his head.
George Smiley laughed awkwardly, looking a bit uneasy.
Seeing him like that, Victor immediately felt something was wrong, and frowned, "What happened?"
"Supreme Leader, we discovered personnel in a unit using drugs!"
...