Working as a police officer in Mexico

This incident also pushed Paraguay to ban adults from sitting on the back of motorcycles.

The sports community began to collectively boycott Pablo.

But... he definitely didn't care.

"What are all of you protesting about when you put together don't even have that much clout?"

And the issue kept brewing bigger and bigger!

Eventually, quite a few countries started to strictly forbid Colombians from entering.

In the information-rich '90s, the news spread very quickly.

Victor was aware of it, too.

As he was preparing to board a plane at the airport, Jason Bourne whispered a few words in his ear, and he knew a bit more than the others, like... Pablo was planning to plunge Mexico into civil war!

"I admit, he's more arrogant than I am!" Victor said with a laugh, his eyes slowly narrowing, "I admire his courage, but that doesn't mean he can show off in front of me. Let's give him a taste of his own medicine. How many sons does he have again?"

"Four!"

Victor raised his middle finger, "Take 'em out!"

Simple and brutal!

All are gangsters, so why bother with civility?

This just goes to show, marriage and kids don't bring much good to anyone; they instead bring the likes of Victor.

"How many branches does the intelligence agency now have?" Victor asked Augustine Przybylski, who was next to him.

"We have branches deployed in 31 countries and regions worldwide, 4 in Spain, 4 in South America, 2 in the United States, 7 in Europe, with over 7000 employees!"

These 7000 included informants like pimps, hooligans, and bounty hunters; the actual number of staff on payroll was just over 1000.

The CIA claims to have 320,000 employees worldwide, that's bull.

What is the White House thinking, supporting so many people?

When will the CIA become conventional, who knows!

"Good job. Last time didn't you request extra funding for the intelligence department? No problem, allocate another 60 million! I hope when I get back, I hope to hear even better news."

Augustine's face brightened with joy, "No problem, sir!"

After the fall of Culiacán, Sinaloa's Base Camp brought Victor a great deal of fortune!

Just from the high-level drug trafficker dens, he found close to 900 million US dollars and 700 million Hong Kong dollars, plus an estimated 2 billion worth of gold jewelry and gems.

About 31 villas!

72 sports cars, including Porsche, Ferrari, and Pablo's favorite Rolls-Royce with a gold steering wheel!

Beyond that, there were 2 private zoos, with 7 tigers, 17 leopards, 4 hippos, and a white lion!

But the most valuable asset was actually Culiacán's natural plantations, irrigation agriculture areas producing winter vegetables, sugarcane, tropical fruits, tobacco, cotton, corn, etc., with a not inconsiderable yield.

They could totally be treated as export crops!

Specific guidance for the local people was necessary. Not listening? Heh, they would listen.

Tsk tsk tsk, that's quite a fat pot.

In other places, I don't know, but in North and South America, you just need to take down one big drug lord and you don't have to worry about money!

But the problem is, you can't take them down.

Do you think everyone has firepower like Victor?

Because of the nature of their profession, the money is all cash, requiring time to launder, but after being confiscated by Victor, it went straight into the companies under the "Hope Group."

Money laundering?

Why bother!

"By the way, how is Best doing?" Victor didn't forget his little buddy.

"The Omega A Team has made contact, they're still drifting around the Pacific Ocean, but they should be coming to shore soon," Jason Bourne added from the side.

"Make sure he's brought back safely, including the uranium-238!"

"Casare, in my absence, you're in full charge. I've given you the plan and the list, just follow it and do what needs to be done."

Victor, like a "parent" leaving home, instructed them.

The staff from Nurnisha Kalis and the United Nations International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat, though impatient, had to smile.

Because...

Victor gave quite a bit, with nearly every person coming to Mexico stuffing a few tens of thousands of US dollars in their pockets.

We should figure out a way to stay here permanently!

Eventually, Victor himself seemed to feel he had talked too much, paused in his tone, and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm getting old, I ramble too much. Let's go, wait for my return."

Having said that, he went up the escalator.

The entourage followed behind, and for this trip, he brought a total of 60 bodyguards and 7 intelligence agents. As for weapons... they had been sent to Vienna through channels days ago.

He would just pick them up at the destination.

Casare and his group waved from below, watching the plane leave the runway and soar into the clouds until it completely disappeared from sight, then he finally lowered his hand.

Was that not tiring at all just now?

You see!

This is what you call loyalty!

If he doesn't advance, then who will?

Casare turned back to look at the others, everyone he stared at tightened their buttocks, unable to help but straighten up.

"Gentlemen, ladies, during my temporary command, any mistakes are not permitted. You also don't want to see Mr. Victor return to be greeted by disappointment," he warned.

"If I catch anyone shirking their duty!"

"I'll throw them into the drug trafficker camp to get a taste of life."

"Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" All of them shivered, their casual attitudes tighten up immediately in the wake of the boss's departure.

Casare was once known as "Fatty Tiger," now he's known as "Smiling Tiger!",

If anyone fell into his hands,

It wouldn't just be skin off their back.

Casare gestured, "Let's go! Back to discussing the post-war reconstruction work of Culiacán!"

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