Working as a police officer in Mexico

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Wang Defa?!

Casare looked at the terrified faces of the Europeans and lowered his voice, "Boss, they wouldn't take it seriously, right?"

Victor's face stiffened.

He suddenly sensed something amiss!

Later, during the inspection of the barracks, these Europeans were clearly out of sorts, and many were babbling at the back.

By the time they finished watching the military competition performance at the barracks and left, it was already close to half past five in the evening.

As the host, Victor personally escorted them back to the manor hotel and was just about to rest when...

Armando Benedetto, the Colombian President's Office Director and concurrently the Minister of Internal Affairs, approached.

With a look of heaviness and sorrow, "Mr. Leader, Colombia is requesting military assistance from your side!"

…

In the office at the National Palace, only the sobbing of Armando Benedetto echoed.

Those called over—Defense Minister Kennedy, Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener, the Chief of Staff, Army Chief Siegmut List, and President Cuauhtémoc—wore expressions of caution.

While the Colombian President, Vice President, and Defense Minister were inspecting the frontline, supervising the operations against the Medellin Cartel, during the parade, they were shot at by extremists disguised as soldiers.

The dignitaries on the reviewing stand were unprepared, and even the bodyguards could not anticipate.

The Vice President died on the spot, the President was shot seven times, currently in ICU, and only the Defense Minister luckily escaped the attack.

The event happened so suddenly, causing a domestic uproar; they realized they couldn't rely on their domestic capacity to remove this persistent issue.

They could only seek external forces.

Originally, they had sought help from the U.S. military based at Palanqro Air Force Base in Salgar Port, but the other side was evasive, avoiding the topic.

They refused to send troops.

Thus, they could only pin their hopes on Mexico.

Victor smoked, his brow furrowed tightly, "That's just how the Yanks are, no matter how respectful you are to them normally, when it comes to a crucial moment, these people are nowhere to be found."

Just like a black man putting his pants back on, playing out "Where'd Dad Go?"

"What kind of help do you need from us?"

Armando Benedetto looked somewhat lost, gritting his teeth, "I want a bombing on Medellin!"

So damn ruthless.

Medellin has a population of 2.45 million!

Casare held his breath, glanced at the boss, noticing he also glanced back at him.

He instantly understood.

"We will not target civilians; it does not align with our core values," he said softly.

"Bullshit civilians!"

Minister of Internal Affairs Armando Benedetto yelled harshly, "Over 80% of the Medellin Cartel's members are locals, they help the drug trafficking gangs to resist the police and army, feign cordiality, then poison government personnel!"

"After the Medellin Cartel declared rebellion, they aided in smuggling drugs. Our intelligence shows they've already partnered with the ultra-big drug trafficker Ye Zhenli wanted by your country, with annual sales from Colombia alone exceeding 20 billion US dollars!"

"The Silver Triangle Region is starting to inflate."

The Silver Triangle refers to the concentration of Latin America's drug production in Colombia, Peru, Mexico, and Brazil in the Andes Mountains and Amazon Region.

This area covers more than 200,000 square kilometers, renowned for producing various drugs, so since the 1970s, it has been called the "Silver Triangle."

With Mexican drug traffickers gone, Colombian traffickers became even wilder.

With money and weapons, plus the intelligence capabilities of the Cali Cartel rivaling major world powers, defeating government forces is a piece of cake.

Armando Benedetto rubbed his tears, "If we don't suppress it now, once the Medellin Cartel and Brazilian drug trafficking group fully collaborate, it will be dangerous."

Upon hearing his words, Defense Minister Kennedy and other military personnel's expressions shifted.

If it indeed goes like that…

The Medellin Cartel's annual sales would definitely exceed three or four hundred billion US dollars, plus taxes, etc.

It's a hidden bomb.

What if the U.S. colludes with the drug empire, launching a dual attack on Victor—then forget it, you might as well feed the sharks.

Don't overestimate the morality of the U.S. military.

Even if the Victory Goddess is bombed, they'd still let go of any alleged enmity for profit.

Both Pablo from Medellin and the "Four Brothers" from the Cali Cartel are heroes.

Victor's eyes flashed fiercely; he slowly flicked the cigarette ash onto the ground.

Casare was startled; it seemed the boss was also internally tumultuous.

"We need to discuss this internally; you go and rest first, Mr. Armando. We'll certainly give you a satisfying answer."

Armando Benedetto nodded, supporting his knees, standing up, body somewhat shaky, leaving despondently and forlornly.

"Drug traffickers are truly a group of rats in the sewer, only causing destruction," Army Chief Siegmut List remarked.

"Drugs definitely need to be eradicated; drug traffickers surely need to die, but bombing Medellin…"

"We need a stronger reason."

Victor softly said.

Everyone understood, the Leader indeed wanted to strike Medellin, but a bombing needs a "pretext," after all, dropping bombs on a city with 2.5 million population, what's the difference between that and massacre?

Of course, there are good people in Medellin, but didn't they help the drug traffickers?

Right and wrong are always relative; Victor is very extreme.

Entangled with drug traffickers.

Means death!

Could being a traitor still care if you have hidden reasons?

Casare's scalp tingled; he understood Victor too well, hence he knew what the boss wanted to do.

Frame and Entrap!