Working as a police officer in Mexico

And of course, R-14 certainly wouldn't sell them a nuclear warhead, at most they'd sell some conventional missiles, but if they're fitted with high-explosive bombs, that alone would be devastating.

"They're hesitant over there, they're terrified of further conflict with the Americans!" Ochoa said in a low voice.

"Hesitation means the money isn't enough, add another 20%!" Pablo waved his hand generously, "It's just money, we have plenty of that."

"Then I'll go talk again."

"However, on Mexico's side..." Ochoa glanced at the other Medellin top brass present, "The Sinaloa Group is nearly in shambles, Guzman's whereabouts are unknown, it's not even certain whether he's still in this world, and Culiacán has been breached, his cousins have split ways, now they're all bandits!"

The room fell into a quiet lull at these words.

Those present had seen the world, but they hadn't imagined such a large drug trafficking organization spanning Eurasia would disperse so "easily."

They had all met Guzman.

In their hearts, they also "admired" that little country boy from Sinaloa, who single-handedly created Mexico's biggest drug trafficking group, but also saw it collapse overnight!

Pablo's expression also turned serious; his private dealings with the other party were good. The Medellin Cartel's new drug trade entered the United States through Guzman.

"Victor is moving too fast. If he continues at this rate, based on predictions, we might have a subdued Mexico within three years at the earliest, which is not in our interest." Ochoa, in charge of the Medellin Cartel's money laundering operations, was quite sharp-minded, cutting to the chase, "If Mexico is turned into a peace zone, we brothers are all going to starve!"

Thump!

Just then, the referee on the field blew his whistle, pointing to the center to signal a successful goal.

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Pablo squinted his eyes, looked up at the big screen replay, and saw the Uruguayan wearing a number 19 jersey making a lob shot from the midfield over 50 meters!

He scored directly!

The goal was completely unexpected by everyone.

Including Pablo.

As the first half ended, both groups of players entered the locker rooms. Despite the 1:1 score, it was clear that the Nacional de Montevideo players looked dejected, while the Uruguayans were excited... clearly on a momentum high.

Pablo fell silent for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't like surprises, nor do I like it when people defy my wishes. Since someone doesn't know their place, then take them out!"

"Victor wants to pacify Mexico? He hasn't asked me! Guzman's brothers are bandits, right? Then let's support them, with money and weapons, let's overturn Mexico entirely!"

Pablo wanted to turn Mexico into a war zone!

Too much peace was bad for business.

Ochoa also felt this approach was correct. No matter what, Victor couldn't be allowed to move further south; business had already shrunk by 35%!

When this plan was proposed, the expressions in the box varied.

In a corner, a man sitting there looked conflicted and struggled.

"Carillo, what's wrong with you?" a boss next to him asked.

The man shook his head, "Maybe, a bad stomach."

The other didn't press further, stomach issues were common. Among drug users, who had strong stomachs? Even their butts were not okay, they were prone to prolapses.

Pablo suddenly lost interest in the match, stood up, and left the box with his entourage. Ordinary fans in the stands all turned to look, raising their hands to wave.

Escobar also responded with a smile.

Ochoa pulled at the chief hitman John Arias beside him, "You go take care of the boss's trouble."

The latter nodded, selected two gunmen, and with bleak expressions on their faces, they went through the players' tunnel, causing everyone they passed to step aside, sensing something ominous.

John Arias burst into the Danubio F.C.'s locker room and opened fire!

Bang bang bang!!

"OMG, OMG!" Two officials sent by FIFA witnessed the scene, terrified out of their wits, while those from the Colombian Football Federation grabbed them and ran!

Shortly after, the chief hitman John Arias and his men walked out, decisively leaving. Only after they departed did someone tremble their way in, to be struck dumb by the sight before them.

Seventeen people were shot dead!

"Ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

There was chaos among the football federation people, and the fans outside were still eating popcorn waiting for the second half to start when suddenly they noticed something was amiss. Ambulances were driving right onto the pitch, at least a dozen.

Curious fans stood up, only to see a number of people being carried out from the players' tunnel, their jerseys identifying them as Danubio F.C. players.

"What... what happened here!" a young fan wearing a cap opened his mouth in disbelief.

An older fan comprehended almost instantly and sighed, "In competitive sports, win or lose, it's a matter of life and death!"

I envy some countries where losing means nothing.

This incident couldn't be concealed.

A locker room shooting was simply shocking news!

FIFA and CONMEBOL both sent people down. Uruguay was in national outrage, "Motherf*cker, you looking down on us?"

They demanded the Colombian Government punish the murderers or risk severing diplomatic relations!

This made the President at the time, Cesar Gaviria, absolutely livid. He ordered the military into Medellin, sending out 1,100 "search squads" to sweep through the slums!

Pablo had gone too far!

FIFA also suspended all Columbian matches, including the next World Cup round, until the drug traffickers were punished, then they'd talk!

But faced with this kind of banishment punishment.

The Medellin Cartel was quite direct. Members of the North American Drug Syndicate consecutively assassinated 21 FIFA officials from South America, including a CONMEBOL heavyweight, who was shot dead on a motorcycle in Paraguay!