Chapter 200 "Sorry, I'm a Policeman!"

Pablo was still talking to the reporters.

He had already mentioned the four five-year plans of the North American Development Association, and even said to the reporters, "I don't know how long the Rockefeller family has existed, but I can tell you that the next wealth explosion point is drugs!"

"We will establish a country of our own!"

Country?

The reporters were really stunned this time!

What are you kidding? You want to play this in the Latin American world, the backyard of Americans?

This will drag the whole of Colombia to hell!

The current United States is still touted as the "incarnation of justice". During the period when the bear was half dead until around the millennium, the moral bottom line was still there. If you really do this, your ashes will be scattered tomorrow!

The main reason is that Pablo and his team have chosen a good time now. They are just stuck at the point where they are preparing for the Gulf War and have no time to deal with you.

So let the DEA solve it themselves.

Pablo likes the surprised expressions of the reporters very much, which can satisfy his vanity.

He coughed and was about to continue planning his grand plan.

Then he heard an explosion...

Like a cannon!

Ochoa ran over quickly and whispered in his ear. Pablo's expression instantly became solemn.

"Colombian Special Forces?"

"Americans?"

Ochoa shook his head, "Not sure, but they are coming for us."

Whoosh~

Pablo heard the sound of a split in the air, looked up, and saw a missile rushing into the fourth floor of the new judicial building.

"Be careful!"

Ochoa hurriedly protected him.

Boom! ! !

The entire fourth floor instantly erupted in flames, glass and debris fell from it, and everyone was scared and screamed and left!

Pablo was also embarrassed, grabbing Ochoa's collar, "Kill them!"

"I understand!!" The latter's ears were buzzing.

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Jonathan Panier threw away the RPO-A 93mm rocket launcher.

One-time, throw away after firing, mainly for convenience and speed.

This was provided by Victor, of course.

DEA, not so extravagant.

Individual air-to-air bomb!

Do you think Jonathan Panier doesn't want to start firing from a few kilometers away? The effective range of this thing is only 200~800 meters!

The killing radius is even pitifully small.

After the vehicle entered the visual range, he got out of the car and fired at the building to shock the enemy.

HEAT members got out of the car in a hurry, and Parcel Kit half-crouched, holding the M240B machine gun, and fired at the militants gathered at the door of the building.

The recoil made the muscles on his face tremble.

"Mescal, give them a nutrient injection!" Looking at the drug dealers gathered, he shouted to the team members.

A black man with thick lips took out a grenade, stuffed it into the M203 launcher, and fired at the door!

Buckshot!

It is more harmful in crowded places.

The steel balls sprayed out, knocking down all the drug dealers, who fell to the ground, covering their wounds and screaming, but there were also tough guys who knew that if they let these people rush in, it would really be all over.

He pulled the grenade from his waist.

The fuse was stuck on it, so when he pulled it hard, it automatically fell off, and he threw it out with all his strength.

Parcel Kit saw the gap in firepower, held the machine gun, and stood up and charged directly.

Just when he saw the grenade hit his body, his pupils shrank, and his mouth opened and roared. God knows what he was shouting?

He subconsciously kicked it away with his MHW tropical combat boots.

The grenade flew back and exploded directly in mid-air!

Boom~

It seemed as if something hit his head hard, and Parcel Kitt fell to the ground. Just when Jonathan Panier thought he was dead, Parcel Kitt moved his hand and quickly hid behind a car.

He took off the American Enhanced Combat Helmet (ECH) and saw a single piece embedded on it!

He touched it and it was still a little hot.

"God bless! God bless!"

Parcel Kitt was covered in cold sweat and hurriedly made a prayer gesture.

Really... lucky!

As we all know, the power of a grenade exploding in mid-air is the greatest. He is fine. What else can he do if not lucky?

On the battlefield, three points depend on technology and seven points depend on luck. Your usual training is to improve your combat quality. If you can spend 7 points of strength on the battlefield, you can defeat the enemy. Luck is...

More metaphysical.

It is said that the Delta Force also enshrined the "Buddha Tathagata" in the barracks and asked Chinatown to tell their fortunes.

They have done everything that a makeshift team can do.

Parcel Kit quickly put on his helmet, lay on the ground, and called out the names of the drug dealers lying on the ground at the door.

Jonathan Panier led his men into the main entrance of the judicial building and saw Pablo and others running into the building.

"The man in the white suit is the target, kill him!"

Jonathan Panier shouted and fired a shot.

Ochoa was so scared that he quickly pressed down Pablo's head and the communication tool, "Where is the machine gun upstairs? Sweep it quickly, helicopter! Arrange for the gentleman to leave first."

"Boss, there are reporters outside."

"What reporters, they are all enemies!"

The machine gunner on the roof received the order and swept down.

The reporter, who was like a headless fly, was beaten to a bloody mess, and the drug dealer took out a grenade and aimed it at the bottom and sprayed it.

High-explosive bomb...

Directly bloomed in the middle!

A HEAT member was unable to dodge, or was unlucky, and the grenade exploded directly at his feet.

The huge shock wave made him close his eyes subconsciously, and his body weighing nearly 180 pounds with equipment flew out directly. His helmet was blown away and he spun in circles in the distance.

The lower half of his left leg was gone, and the bones inside could be seen clearly.

Pablo ran into the building and got into the elevator.

Guzman followed him, panting. The dwarf ran quite fast. Others Abrego, Aguilar of Juarez, and the four godfathers of the Cali Group were all there.

The people outside wanted to run in.

They were pushed away by Ochoa and several bodyguards.

"Get out! Go climb the stairs by yourself." He took out a gun and pointed it at the other party.

What kind of people are you? You are taking the same elevator with the big guy?

Ochoa quickly pressed the top floor button and turned his head to look at Pablo. The atmosphere in the elevator was very solemn.

"Call someone, pull out the armed helicopter!"

"Boss, this is Santa Fe Bogota, and the Colombian government is not ruled out to be involved." Ochoa said calmly.

This is the capital!

Not Medellin.

No matter what, the armed helicopter coming here means he... has crossed the line?

"Do I need their consent to do anything?" Pablo stared, "Mobilize all drug dealers and surround them here! If they want my life, I will take their lives!"

Ochoa knew that the other party was really furious.

At the most vain time in life, you were messed up by others. Do you think everyone is Zhang Wei, and it's okay even if your wife runs away.

Ding~

The elevator rang and reached the top floor.

A group of people ran out in a hurry. Pablo's ability to escape is very strong. He has avoided several joint law enforcement by the United States and Colombia, including bombings. He summed up a way to escape.

You have to prepare for three lines of sea, land and air.

So, during the press conference, two helicopters were directly prepared on top to escape.

Two AS 550s nicknamed "Squirrels".

There was also a Skylark attack helicopter, which was his private plane.

Just as he was about to climb up, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Where is Sister Blanco? Why didn't I see her?"

Ochoa was startled, looked around, and indeed did not see a familiar face, frowning, "Boss, you go first, I'll go find her."

Pablo frowned, "Forget it! Don't worry about her, let's retreat!"

He climbed up the Skylark and made a take-off gesture to the pilot. The two helicopters rose and prepared to escape.

Jonathan Panier, who was below, was anxious!

"Bazooka! Bazooka!"

The black man Mesca, who served as the fireman, took the FIM-92 "Stinger" handed over by his teammates, aimed at the helicopter, and pulled the trigger!

The alarms on the three helicopters kept beeping.

The retired pilot recruited from the United States was busy throwing jammers, sweating, and Pablo, Ochoa and Guzman held the handrails tightly.

CNMD!

Do you want to be so exciting!

This Stinger is also a bully. It turned around and went straight to another "Squirrel" AS 550. The pilot on the opposite side was also an old hand. He tried hard to pull the joystick, and his facial muscles began to tremble.

Clang!

The rocket directly hit its tail wing. The AS 550 began to circle hard in the sky, and then fell straight down like a gyroscope.

Pablo saw it with his own eyes, "Who is sitting on that plane!"

Ochoa thought carefully, "Representatives of Guatemala and Panama, and..."

"The second-in-command of the Cali Group, Miguel and Aguilar of Juarez, and Abrego of the Gulf Group."

! ! !

Pablo was so angry that he cursed. This association hasn't been dealt with yet, and a few people are "killed" first?

Guzman next to him heard this and his eyes showed complicated emotions.

From the perspective of the unity of the association, of course, they didn't want them to die, but from his personal perspective, if two people died, Sinaloa's territory would be expanded.

He was worried that his brothers would not live well, and he was also worried that his brothers would drive a Land Rover.

"Find someone to rescue them!" Pablo took another look, and all he could do was let his younger brother go.

Guzman murmured in his heart: "You are all going to die."

The skylark flew away.

When the AS 550 fell, it scratched the wall next to it, and the branches also hung down, which played a buffering role.

There was no explosion, but it also ignited a flame.

Abrego climbed out with a bloody face. The big boss of the Gulf Group was in good physical strength. He turned his head and saw that the driver was dead. A pipe protruding in front of him went directly through his neck, and blood flowed everywhere.

The man was almost stiff.

Juarez's Aguilar stretched out his hand and shouted weakly, "Save me! Save me!"

Abrego was kind-hearted and pulled him hard and pulled him out. When he wanted to pull Miguel, Aguilar patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go! It's going to explode!"

The former hesitated and helped the other party to run away quickly.

"Save me! Bastards!"

Miguel watched the two men leave, screaming heart-wrenchingly, his voice was loud, his eyes were wide open, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be torn apart. "Bastards!! I curse you, you will not die well, and be cut into pieces!"

Boom!

The helicopter exploded directly.

The flames swallowed up Miguel's curses.

Another AS 550 hovering in the air,

Gilbert looked at the exploding helicopter below, closed his eyes in pain, clenched his fists, and the others behind him couldn't suppress the panic in their hearts and urged the driver to leave quickly.

"Miguel... my brother!!"

"Go! Go!" A representative of the Guatemalan warlord shouted to the driver.

The AS 550 flew away.

Jonathan Panier watched the helicopter fly away, his teeth ached, and for the first time he had an idea, how great it would be if he was the CIA!

The power of those bastards is extraordinary.

Can ask the US military for help.

The most important thing is that the Pentagon will listen to what they say. The DEA said that Pablo might want to establish a country. Do you know what those generals said?

"Drug dealers establish a country? Haha, what a joke."

"This is not funny. Is today April Fool's Day?"

The United States was also established by bandits! ! !

If he could call for a long-range missile strike, would Jonathan Panier not call for it? He does not have the power, ability, or qualifications.

Colombia is a sovereign state!

But if you send the DEA, at most they will quarrel. If you bomb them, do you really think they will not turn against you?

Those in power have to consider more.

Then the grassroots can only work hard.

If the upper level farts, the lower level will die.

"Go in, there must be people left inside." Jonathan Panier roared.

He also looked at his watch. There were still 9 minutes left.

A group of HEAT members rushed into the building and started killing people!

In a toilet on the third floor.

A bodyguard's body was lying on the ground, with wounds all over his neck. He had been stabbed at least a dozen times, and his body seemed to be twitching?

Blanco looked at Ethan Hunt with horror, shame, anger, and resentment!

The other party was washing his hands in the sink and washing the blood away.

When the explosion sounded, Ethan Hunt dragged Blanco to run and hide, and the latter thought he was protecting her.

After entering the bathroom...

He suddenly took a knife and killed the bodyguard!

The action... was very skillful.

Blanco felt strange about this man, "Victor...you, who are you!"

This little milk dog who was pressed by him on the bed killed people without blinking an eye.

Ethan Hunt waved his hand, took out two pieces of tissue paper from the wall next to him, wiped his hands, then smiled and lit a cigarette for himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm a policeman!"

"My name is Ethan Hunt, and I belong to the Mexican police intelligence department!"

Blanco's eyes were dull, she couldn't believe that a man could hide so deeply under her!

This was illogical.

"Victor, it's just my alias."

Blanco's lips trembled with anger, and his breathing was rapid, "You... you lied to me!"

A girl who grew up in a red-light district and was raised by a mother who worked in a special profession had to face the malicious eyes of customers.

She had never been to school and even had to pick up food from the trash can every day.

She wore that ugly dress, stood on the street with bright lights and wine, and looked at the high-end people coming in and out of the hotel opposite. She wanted to ask for food.

But she was slapped to the ground by the security guard.

Scold her as a bastard!

People passing by laughed at her, and some covered their noses and said disgusting words loudly.

At that time...

She was wearing ragged clothes. She was 9 years old at that time. She swore to make everyone pay the price!

She wanted to be the queen of Colombia!

She sold everything she could, her body, love, and family affection, all for success!

But when she succeeded, she looked over.

It turned out that the world was still deceiving herself.

She longed for children, she longed for life.

After three husbands died, she saw that the fourth husband was her prince charming, but who knew that he was a policeman?

Policeman? ! ! !

"It turns out that I have always been cheap! It turns out that I have always been born by a whore, hehe, hahaha, it's ridiculous."

Blanco laughed and tears fell from his eyes.

"Is it my fault? No! It's this society that is wrong. It's because I was born in a place without a family. It's wrong that I am at the bottom of society!"

"Victor, no, Mr. Ethan Hunt!"

"Are you going to kill me?"

The black widow who traveled all over the world, the queen of drug dealers, asked very calmly.

This made Ethan Hunt not know what to say.

Sometimes, silence is the answer!

"Give me a cigarette."

This request naturally satisfied her. The other party handed her the cigarette in his mouth. Blanco took it and smoked it hard.

The smoke made her feel uncomfortable.

Or maybe she thought of something.

After she finished smoking, she slowly got up and patted her skirt. Ethan Hunt said it looked good, so she wore it.

Blanco adjusted her clothes and looked at him directly: "The Queen of Colombia will not sit and die!"

"I am the Black Widow!"

"Griselda Blanco!"

"Men must bow to me!"

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