Working as a police officer in Mexico

Antioquia Province. Medellin. Inside Pablo's Villa.

A table faced the vast swimming pool outside, the expensive trees planted on both sides in sight, constantly patrolled by armed personnel with hunting dogs.

Pablo Escobar!

This most dangerous drug trafficker in Colombia, no, the whole world, bald-headed, devouring pasta, with sauce smeared all over his mouth, the scar on his forehead resembling an angry... centipede, struggling and twisting.

On the ground, a man and a woman knelt, both naked. The man, quite handsome, was trembling with fear, his voice quivering as he cried, "Boss, boss, it was this bitch who seduced me, boss, boss!"

The woman widened her eyes at his words, rudely rebutting, "Bullshit, it was you, it was you who asked me if I wanted to try something thicker than your boss's XX!!"

"Ah!! When you were doing me, you even asked if Pablo was big!"

Pablo, who was eating, paused, tossed the fork aside, and stood up, turning his head with a blank expression, suddenly laughing, "How about I play you a little violin piece?"

"But... there isn't a violin."

He looked around, when seeing the mistress, his eyes widened, his mouth corners like a clown, "Got it, got it, hahaha."

Like he thought of something, hands trembling, he ran around the hall. The bystanders dared not stop him. Soon, Pablo came out with an axe, laughing loudly, standing in front of the mistress, raising the axe — thump!!!

A single chop cut down.

"Ah—!!!!"

The mistress screamed as terror, panic, and despair spread through her eyes, her leg chopped off, Pablo picked up the beautiful leg, placing it on his shoulder, as if carrying a violin, the axe scraping back and forth on it.

He even hummed a tune, listening closely...

It wasn't too bad.

The blood seeping from the thigh instantly turned him into a bloodied figure, yet his face still wore an expression of "contentment".

Dun dun dun~

When Ochoa, the Medellin Cartel member nicknamed "the Gentleman" walked in, witnessing this bloody scene, his eyelid twitched, calling out with concern, "Boss Pablo."

The performing Pablo trembled, his cloudy eyes clearing slowly, lifting his head, looking at his brother, "Ochoa, huh."

"Clean this place up, and send this woman to feed my darling." He pointed to the woman, already passed out on the ground, his gaze moving to the man who had peed himself, sneering, "His indeed is bigger than mine."

"Then cut his off, let him work on the streets."

Following the order, subordinates rushed over, dragging the man and woman away, blood covering the floor, hastily mopped away.

"Let's go, talk in the study upstairs."

Ochoa forced a smile, nodding.

Ever since Boss Pablo's four sons were taken out by the Mexico Anti-drug Intelligence Bureau, his mental state had been unstable, driven mad missing his sons, spending time with hundreds of women daily, yet once used, they couldn't be with others.

As time went, the harem concubines were left unattended?

Some ended up with the bodyguards...

Those discovered faced the death penalty, dying gruesome deaths, if not brutal, for, a drug trafficker who's not brutal, might as well be chanting scripture?

But Ochoa discovered his mental issues, he was becoming insane, the most unacceptable being when Uruguayan Hobbs Fraser was killed by the Colombian Military. When the corpse was retrieved, a huge memorial was held!

The whole city attended, with over ten thousand people, money distributed, each getting 100 US Dollars.

While people mourned in front...

Behind, Pablo involved himself with Hobbs Fraser's wife, having an affair at the site, behind the coffin partitioned area.

Being caught then...

This incident severely lowered Pablo's reputation, with his subordinates growing dissatisfied, if not for his "influence", a rebellion would've occurred long ago.

A psychiatrist was brought in, but Pablo shot him dead.

Only around Ochoa did Pablo seem normal.

Following Pablo, Ochoa watched his back, shaking his head, sighing, what could he say? He could only pray.

Once in the study,

He casually shut the door, Pablo slumped into a chair, head raised, mouth half open, "Ochoa, I feel... I won't live much longer, my condition is worsening."

!!!!

"Boss, don't say that, you're not sick." Ochoa, startled, hurriedly said, only for Pablo to signal him to stop speaking, rallying his spirit, "I'm aware of my own state."

"Alright, what brings you here, is Victor dead?"

See, his resentment towards the Mexicans ran deep.

After all, they really ended his lineage.

"Intel from the Cali Cartel, the Colombian Government plans to join Ren Lian and has entrusted Mexico for military support. They might be planning to flip the table on us."

The prior assassination of the Vice President and Attorney General made Colombian President Cesar Gabriel Trujillo realize the necessity of removing this malignant tumor!

Do you know why?

Simply because the Vice President made a negative comment about drug traffickers on TV...

This was yet another of numerous high officials who died at his hands, with Colombia now labeled by the United Nations as one of the most unsafe countries.