"President?"

"Yes, Mr. President!"

The Minister of the Interior looked at the gradually darkened face of the person in front of him, and he was also inexplicably happy, but the promises made to each other during the election campaign were thrown away after he became famous, and the reason why he was still in this position was to continue to achieve his original goal, otherwise he would have gone home to farm as the owner of the manor.

"That guy, how dare he!"

In order to become president, he wasted a lot of effort, canvassing votes for speeches, and even almost got injured in a gang fire, relying on tireless efforts and struggles to defeat his rivals.

But now, a drug lord has released words saying that he wants to be president, which is simply ridiculous, and the most ridiculous thing is that the other party really has this strength!

Because politicians who promise benefits to the people may not actually act, but Pablo can, who has now started to throw coins in his hometown, yes, the kind that stands on the stage and tells everyone to vote for themselves and they will give each other a 50 benefit fee.

And Pablo is not a fifty hair, but a pile of hair, and his killer subordinates will even carry duffel bags full of money and throw them directly into the homes of those parliamentarians who have the right to speak, relying on this trick, in less than a few months, Pablo has become an alternate member of the Liberal Party.

"Even he contributed three million dollars to our party!"

"Is there nothing you can do?"

"We're thinking!"

After coming out of his office, the Secretary of the Interior gave a rare laugh, the president's vague attitude towards drugs has always been quite annoying, and even if it were not for the forced intervention of the United States, he might still be so confused.

But now, knowing that someone is eyeing his position, he can't continue to fool around, after all, the other party can really threaten him.

In fact, not long ago, drug traffickers in Colombia proposed to the president that they could repay tens of billions of dollars in foreign debts for the country, as long as the country legalized drugs, and nothing else.

That's right, tens of billions of dollars in national debt is actually a small amount for drug dealers, because at its peak, the Medellín group could earn 1.8 billion dollars a day.

It's 1800 million, not 18000000, it's just tens of billions, and it only takes half a year to earn it!

The Minister of the Interior said this in order to arouse a sense of crisis in the President, who did not continue to waver, and the next day, the President issued a very positive order to the Minister of the Interior to crack down on drug traffickers.

"We can't let these pests harm our country anymore!"

And even with the endorsement from above, but for the Minister of the Interior, cracking down on drug dealers is not a simple matter at the moment, because of the years of desertion, they have little information about the drug dealers in their hands, they know that someone is a drug lord, but there is no evidence that can point to the other party, and the other party can even appear on the street openly and enjoy life, even if the police are in the face, they can't do it, because even if they arrest each other, it will take less than two hours, The lawyers that the drug lords have paid a lot of money to hire will fish people out.

Therefore, the task force can only continue to repeat the boring training at the base, and Primri will rarely stop irritating them with foul language, but light a cigar and tell the story of the past battles experienced by the Shadow Company as if telling a story.

"It's like if you're going to ambush a tank with strong armor and heavy artillery, and you only have a bazooka in your hand, a frontal attack won't have any effect, you can only wait quietly until it gives up its alert, then get close to you, and then attack it with a bazooka! The last blow kills!"

Carrillo knew that the other party was comforting himself, and he could only suppress his impatience, and then waited silently with his subordinates, and this day would soon come!

DEA, or the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration, arrived in Columbia

After that, he began to collect all kinds of intelligence and investigate and collect evidence on the Medellín group, but because of the other party's caution, all the investigations done by the agents of the DEA failed to make any effective progress, until a very fortuitous chance, the agents of the DEA found a hired killer who worked for the drug cartel, each of these hired killers is a loyal fan of the Medellín group, they usually receive a high salary, and they are waiting for orders from the boss at any time.

For the sake of money, they dare to do anything, whether it is assassination, intimidation and extortion, or even if they want to kill young children and the elderly, they do not hesitate.

The killer targeted by DEA is a guy nicknamed Crocodile, and his favorite thing to do is to throw the people he kills to crocodiles to eat and destroy their corpses, hence the name Crocodile.

He once slaughtered a manor owner who was unwilling to sell his farmland to drug dealers to grow drugs at a birthday party, and even took a total of 17 lives of the other party's family.

But because all the clues that can be pointed to have been erased by the other party, the police have nothing to do with him, and even DEA can only rely on tracking and listening to these means to secretly observe the other party, and then, in the month-long surveillance, DEA's agents finally found a suspicious place.

Subsequently, the DEA carried out surveillance of the suspicious location and later determined that it was a sub-logistics node of the Medellín Group in Bogotá, responsible for subcontracting the drugs to be distributed.

After repeatedly confirming that the situation was correct, the ecstatic DEA then sent a report to the ambassador and asked him to inform the Colombian side.

After receiving the news, the Minister of the Interior also immediately called Lampak Air Force Base.

After confirming that they had received the order to attack, everyone in the task force became excited, they had endured months of torture from American instructors, as well as internal friction from their own people, and now, the depression they had endured before finally had a place to vent.

"Get out of the way, I don't want to see a drug dealer escape!"

Major Carrillo was the first to jump into the task force's camouflage vans, which were similar to the drug dealers' transporters, but with some internal changes, such as bulletproof steel plates and vents, so that the task force could launch a surprise attack in unexpected ways without the drug dealers' knowledge.