The crocodile confessed that his upline was a guy called the butcher, who was a middle-level cadre of the Medellín Group, but he was not the kind of person with important positions, and those people were not in the same sequence as the killers.

Although the Medellín Group is the first super-large drug empire, its organizational structure is actually not very tight, because it is the merger of the strength of several drug lords, and Pablo became the emperor of this empire because of the most powerful, but in fact, his position is equivalent to the CEO of a multinational group.

And underneath these drug lords are their cobweb-like tightly knit drug trafficking network, manufacturing department, transportation department, armed department, and in addition to these departments, there are also such beings as hired killers, who are independent and simply exist as the force of the drug cartel.

Depending on the region, these killers also belong to different bosses, and above these leaders are Pablo's own henchmen, an existence known as poison.

Poison is also a killer, but he usually only takes action in person at Pablo's request, and the general goal is to be done by those subordinates.

The butcher is one of the leaders of Poison's men, in charge of more than a dozen low-level killers like crocodiles, whose job is to patrol the nodes to ensure that everything is running smoothly, and if they encounter a hostile group or a police officer who is looking for trouble, they will decide whether to assassinate or start a large-scale war according to the situation.

That's why DEA likes to keep an eye on these killers running around, more useful than the workers in the factories or the armed drug traffickers in the jungle.

The butcher lives in a luxurious community on the outskirts of Bogotá, where all kinds of businessmen and dignitaries live, luxury cars in and out, and even a helipad in the community.

This kind of place is expensive, and even the price of the special services you call is several times more expensive than outside, and it is impossible for people who are not born in Rome to have a place here.

But the butcher, at a young age, has a property covering an area of nearly 600 square meters, and his family has more than a dozen expensive off-road motorcycles, in addition, he even has five or six female companions at the same time.

The cost of such a lavish life is not low, but the butcher himself can afford it, and he will even throw a party for his female companion's pet dog that costs tens of thousands of dollars.

In other places, it is natural to spend money like running water, but the other party has no job and is just an unemployed vagrant, so his financial source naturally does not need to be said.

Carrillo's task force cleared the previous den, and handed over the rest of the work to the local police, although there were some black police officers who were unclear with the drug dealers, but they would at least do the superficial work, and the confiscation should be done, so Carrillo was not worried that the latter would return the drugs to the drug dealers, which was not a good choice for both parties!

Now his people are speeding towards the community, two camouflaged trucks are speeding all the way on the sparsely populated suburban road, and even passing by several police checkpoints during the process, but the speeding and obviously problematic trucks have not attracted the attention of any checkpoints, or they have selectively ignored them, after all, sometimes drug dealers also use this kind of vehicles to transport goods, and once they intercept it, then, very bad things will happen.

With a salary of less than thirty dollars a week, what kind of life is playing?

However, before entering the community, the truck was finally stopped, not by the police, but by the security of the community!

"We're here to deliver something to the chief's house, so?"

A task force soldier took off his hood and changed into a uniform, and then walked out of the car and dealt with the security in a few words, the latter is also a chaotic person, they just don't want any problems in the community, so, a truck like this must be intercepted, but as soon as the person escorting the car is a Colombian military police, the security guard immediately obediently gave way, after all, here, the one with the gun is the real uncle!

"Actions should be secretive and fast, the other party may not know what is happening over there, so we must seize this opportunity!"

Carrillo commanded his men in the carriage and followed them

There are also agents from the Drug Enforcement Administration, and the butcher is currently their only option to access the core of Medellín, so there is no room for error.

Because they were operating in a wealthy area, the DEA agents also carried several P5SD submachine guns, which were models with silencers installed, although the silence effect was actually just like that, but it was better than nothing.

The truck drove along the road of the community, and as soon as it approached the butcher's house, Carrillo radioed the order to act.

Then two trucks, one in front and one in the back, immediately blocked the street, and surrounded the butcher's house.

Before the vehicle could stop, the task force soldiers and DEA agents jumped out and rushed to each other's villas in a swarm.

The two wolfdogs kept by the butcher at the door were the first to bark, and then they were shot to death by the DEA agents, and then the task force soldiers climbed through the gate, opened the curfew, and let the large group in.

The butcher at home sensed that something was wrong when the dog barked, and he immediately pushed the woman in his arms away, took out an AC10 submachine gun from under the sofa and prepared to run away.

It's just that when he pushed open the door and was about to go downstairs, he found that the police had killed him in the living room.

Without the slightest hesitation, the butcher raised his gun with one hand and began to fire at the task force below.

The attacked task force soldiers immediately overturned the sofa, hid in the doorpost and began to return fire, immediately pressing the butcher back.

Amid the woman's shrill screams, the task force soldiers bravely rushed up the stairs to hunt down the butcher who was close at hand, while the latter ran for his life, taking advantage of the large number of rooms in his house, and began to play peek-a-boo with the task force.

The butcher's female companions still wanted to help their own financiers, so several people pounced on the task force soldiers with their teeth and claws, and tried to interfere with them, but the task force soldiers could only resist their anger and try to break free, but the butcher hid in the room and fired a volley of bullets.

The women and the task force soldiers who had been pestered by them immediately fell to the ground, and the women who had been addicted to drugs to the point of being mentally unhealthy only came to their senses.

The task force soldiers immediately pulled away the wounded and continued to fill in the attack, and in the end, they succeeded in forcing the latter into a corner.

"There's no way you can escape!"