Unlike the few pictures in the newspaper, the three Hals, who had seen the scene of the massacre with their own eyes, were silent in the face of this bloody and cruel scene.

There is nothing to say about the massacre of the drug dealers, they just rushed into the village, shot at everything alive, and threw all the corpses into the sea.

There were no corpses strewn across the field, no blood splattered, only an empty and silent village, and the farming tools used for planting were thrown in the middle of the road, and judging by the traces of blood, it should be a farmer who was trying to work in the fields, and was shot halfway through.

With trembling hands, Oliver picked up a tile from the ground, which was covered in blood and left a small finger print.

His eyes were red, and he turned to look at the football field that had been painted on the sand, and when the drug dealers rushed into the village, the children had just finished painting the football field and were about to start playing, and before they could even drop the tiles used to paint the football field, they were shot and killed.

Arthur picked up the bloodstained soccer ball from the ground, pursed his lips, as if trying to suppress his sadness and anger.

Hal jumped down from the eaves and said in a low tone, "Let's get out of here first, the reporters are almost here, we can't be photographed." ”

"No, we'll have to find out if there are any survivors, maybe...... ...... perhaps" Oliver clenched his fists, still clenching on to the last glimmer of hope, but finally followed Hal's instructions and began to walk out of the village.

There were no mountains and forests, so there were almost no covers, and when the massacre happened, there was not much chance of escaping, and several people knew this, so they didn't have much hope.

However, Hal was flying in the air, and his vision was much better than the others, when suddenly he noticed that in the poppy field next to him, the leaf of a poppy plant moved, and he keenly caught the movement, and then stopped.

Hal flew slowly towards it, and as he approached the place, he landed on the ground, and walked over, and just as he peeled off a poppy leaf, a figure waved his machete at him.

Hal instinctively used green light energy to defend, but the figure wielding the knife began to cry and beg for mercy when he saw the green light all over his body, and Hal heard him say in Spanish, "Devil! Devil! God, save me, save us......"

Oliver and Arthur also hurried over, and Oliver said with some excitement: "Survivor! He must be a survivor of this village! Ask him what the hell is going on......"

Hal tried to reassure the man, and when he took his arm away, Hal saw that it was a thin, black old man with a machete for poppy stalks.

Hal said to him in Spanish: "Are you from this village? Do you see who did it? ”

Hearing the Spanish, the old man finally calmed down a little, he shook his head resignedly and said, "No, I didn't see anything, I don't know ......"

We won't hurt you. Hal crouched down and said to him, "We are here to find out the truth, please tell us who did all this......"...

"No, I don......'t know," the old man repeated, choking up, "you're going to burn my fields, drive me out, drive us all away, you've done that years ago......"

Hal paused and asked again, "Who burned your fields?" ”

"Who else?" The old man's emotions suddenly got out of control, and he cried out, "That stupid president! And what a bunch of parliamentarians! They knelt down to the Americans and burned what I planted! ”

"But...... Don't you know that this kind of thing you grow is harmful? Hal said with some confusion, he looked around at the very tall poppy around him, and said, "This thing will be made into addictive drugs, and the people who sell these drugs will go to the massacre, and your family and friends may be killed by them......"

But who knows, Hal's words ignited the old man's anger, and he shouted: "Yes!

You all say this thing is poisonous! Don't I know? But this is the only thing that can sell for money, and only it can sell for more money! ”

"If I grow food, no one will buy it, they will only collect it, and I have to sell it so that I don't starve!"

"But...... Why is that? Hal was puzzled, and said, "Isn't the Mexican government vigorously fighting drugs?" Haven't they only been waging the war on drugs for a few years? ”

"What bullshit war on drugs!" The old man said, "They burned down the plantations, they burned my fields, just to make room for those foreign companies, and sell the land to those damn old American factories!" ”

"Someone pointed a gun at me and told me to plant these flowers, saying they would buy them with money, so I planted them, but the government said they were going to ban drugs, so they burned them, drove me out of my field, drove me here......"

"But those madmen from Guadalajara, they say we are subservient to the government, they say that we colluded with the government agents, they killed their people, they want revenge, so they want to kill us all......"

"Where else can I go? Oh my God...... Where else can I go? ”

The sound of crying drifted in the evening breeze, the red poppies rippled like waves, and sin and blood flowed in this ancient land without stopping, but hearing this mournful cry growing from the flower of sin, everyone would wonder why.

As he walked out of the field, Oliver saw the sun rising on the horizon, and he stood beside the ridge and said like a sigh, "Why is this?" …… Who's wrong? ”

"The Mexican government? But do they want to ban drugs, these farmers? But they just tried to survive, and even failed, us? But we just want to help them ......."

"If we kill all the drug dealers, will we be able to stop this?" Oliver asks a question that Hal can't answer, but he knows in his heart that the answer to this question is no.

If someone buys, someone will sell, and as long as someone wants to sell, then they will definitely try their best to find someone to plant, and as long as someone grows, someone will sell, and someone will buy, which is like an unsolvable dead end. …

Oliver sat down next to the ridge, and he began to think deeply, how can he solve this dead end?

Killing all the drug dealers, overthrowing the existing government, and saving all the farmers, any of them alone is useless, it will only make things worse, and all three must be done at the same time, or even completely perfectly, to break the situation.

But Oliver was very confused, he didn't know what to do, he felt that this was completely fantastic, how could anyone do all three things perfectly at the same time? Even if Hal had that power, he couldn't do it.

In other words, strength is not important, pure willpower is not important, something missing, is the key.

On the way south, the three of them became much more silent, they all thought about the question, but never answered, until the fishing boat slowly approached Sinaloa, and they briefly got out of this state and began the real pursuit of the murderer.

It didn't go well, because every locale here was an accomplice of the drug dealers, and they were very vicious and strict-mouthed, and it was very difficult to get even a little information.

The difficulty is not to defeat them, but to find the location of the leader Gallardo from this intricate relationship, and to detect that someone may be targeting him, the cunning Gallardo disappeared in an instant.

With Howl's green light ability, Arthur's ability to communicate with the fish, and Oliver's tactics and intelligence, they chased all the way to Guadalajara, where they finally found the culprit in a very hidden cellar.

Compared with these superheroes with unique skills, an ordinary person can do this part, which can already be said to be a great achievement.

Harr and the others mainly suffered the loss of being unfamiliar with the place, coupled with the fact that they did not understand the organizational structure of drug dealers, and they also lacked intelligence, so they made so much effort to catch an ordinary person.

However, this was only the beginning, and Gallardo, who had been caught, did not feel that he was at fault, and in the dimly lit cellar, a Spanish accent echoed through the room, not only full of energy, but also full of words.

"I was born here, Guadalajara is my hometown, and when I was born, there was a rampant drug epidemic here, and it was my daily life to run errands and transport drugs for others."

"My family is very poor, I want to make money, I just buy one commodity that is everywhere and sell it to others, what's wrong with that?"

"I made some money and wanted to make more, and someone came to me and said he wanted to make money too, and we could work together, so I agreed."

"Later I learned that that man was the deputy mayor of Guadalajara, he had two lovers, and three illegitimate children, and he had to feed them, so he needed money, and as long as I could earn him money, he would be able to protect me."

"It's important, and in a place like this, it's more important than anything to be alive." Gallardo sat in his chair without the slightest fear, he just said in a very ordinary tone: "I want to live, and whoever doesn't want me to live, must die." ”

"I rented a boat to do business, and it didn't go well at first, but then not only the deputy mayor, but the mayor and the governor also looked at me, and they gave them the money I earned, and they let me do business." …

"However, the American ...... Oh, that's you, you damn greedy Americans, you don't want me to make money, you guys who colluded with Congress, what kind of war on drugs did you do, and I lost a lot of money, you all deserve to die! ”

"Do you know what you're talking about?!" Arthur, the simplest of all, was the most angry, and he said, "Do you know how many people have been killed by your business?!" ”

"Then do you know how many people you old Americans have killed?" Gallardo raised his head and said disdainfully: "You not only killed us, but also killed your own people, and I can still hear the screams of those agents before they died." ”

"You ......" Arthur was speechless, he said, "you inhuman scoundrel! How can you ......"

Gallardo looked at Arthur and said, "It seems that you should also be a person who lives at sea all year round, you are a good man, if you had done it with me, you would have been out of the thick by now." ”

Gallardo changed his position, leaned back in his chair and said, "You don't really think you're righteous, do you?" You, yes, that's you, this big guy, answer me, what is the purpose of the United States asking the Mexican government to wage a war on drugs? ”

"To stop you from killing innocents, of course." Oliver replied.

"I didn't ask you, but you didn't answer correctly either." Garadormo rubbed the corners of his mouth and said, "The United States is here to suppress the local industry in Mexico so that your companies can open in." ”

"You burned the plantations, drove the farmers off their land, sank our ships, and wiped out all the armed resistance, so that the Mexicans would kneel down for you and work in your factories."

"When every company here is owned by Americans, you can lower your wages at will, hire us at a low price, and then sell our products at a high price, and use the money you make to go to other countries to do so, open more companies, hire more people at low prices, and that's how you occupy the world."

"I'm going to kill every old American I see." Gallardo held out a finger and said, "You deserve it, you should have thought of it when you invaded our country." ”

Oliver opened his mouth for a moment, and Gallardo's talk about the American way of taking over the world made a string in his head flutter, but the feeling that something was missing was even stronger.

"And ......," Gallardo added, "it's not just the mayors and governors of Mexico who make money from my business, but also the big American bosses who have their nostrils on their heads." ”

"How do you think my goods are sold from the West Coast to all parts of the United States? Can Mexicans alone do it? I'm telling you, the native Americans are better at this than we are. ”

"The big companies, the big conglomerates, the ones who sold us trade routes and cargo ships, helped us get the customs, the local gangsters helped us dump the goods, and the local government officials helped us deal with the legal problems, and my business was able to do so well thanks to them."

"Even the CIA was our partner, and they turned a blind eye on the routes, and they occasionally cooperated with us to kill those Cubans, and if they hadn't given me information during the war on drugs, my losses would have been even greater."

Hal narrowed his eyes and said, "In the United States, there are people who cooperate with you, who are they?" ”

"Don't put on that look of disbelief." Gallardo shook his head and said, "Most of the coastal cities have cooperated with me. ”

"In Seaside City, I have the 'Frenchman' working with me, I heard that he is the biggest boat owner over there, and in Gotham City, the Spencers are also good friends of mine, oh yes, how can I forget my old buddies, the Quinn family? We've been working together for more than 10 years......"

"What did you say?!" Oliver's eyes widened, Gallardo's English had a strong Spanish accent, so Oliver couldn't hear it too clearly, and he asked again: "You say, who has been working with you for more than ten years??? ”

"House Quinn, W-E-"

Oliver froze in place, like thunder.

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