Crocodile revealed that his handler was a guy named Butcher. He was considered a middle-level cadre of the Medellin Group, but he was not the kind who held important positions. Those people were not in the same order as the killers.
Although the Medellin Cartel is the first super-large drug empire, its organizational structure is actually not very strict, because it was formed by the merger of the strengths of several drug lords, and Pablo became the one because he was the most powerful. He became the emperor of this empire, but in fact, his position was equivalent to the CEO of a multinational group.
And under these drug lord leaders, there is their drug trafficking network, manufacturing department, transportation department, and armed department that are as closely integrated as a spider web. In addition to these departments, there are also existences such as hired killers. They are independent, so It simply exists as a force for drug trafficking groups.
According to different regions, these killers also belong to different bosses, and above these bosses is Pablo's own confidant, a being known as Poison.
Poison is also a killer, but he usually only takes action personally at Pablo's request. Normal targets are left to his subordinates.
The Butcher is one of the leaders of Poison, and he is in charge of almost a dozen lower-level killers like Crocodile. The daily job of these people is to patrol various nodes to ensure that everything is running stably. If they encounter a hostile group or the police looking for trouble, they will It will be decided whether to assassinate or start a large-scale war based on the situation.
This is why DEA likes to keep an eye on these killers running around. These killers are more useful than the hard-working workers in factories or the drug-trafficking armed forces in the jungle.
The Butcher lives in a luxurious community on the outskirts of Bogota, where all kinds of businessmen and dignitaries live. They are shuttled in and out by luxury cars, and there is even a helicopter landing pad in the community. .z.
Land in this kind of place is very expensive, and even the price for special services is several times more expensive than outside. It is impossible for people who were not born in Rome to have a place here.
But the Butcher, at a young age, owns a property here covering an area of nearly 600 square meters, and has more than ten expensive off-road motorcycles at home. In addition, he even has five or six female companions at the same time.
The expenses required for such a luxurious life are naturally high, but the butcher himself can afford it. He will even hold a party costing tens of thousands of dollars for the pet dog raised by his female companion.
In other places, it is natural to spend money like water, but the other person has no job and is just an unemployed vagrant. Therefore, it goes without saying much about his source of income.
After Carrillo's task force cleared out all the previous dens, they handed over the remaining work to the local police who arrived belatedly. Although there were some criminal police officers among the latter who had no clear connections with drug dealers, But they will at least do a good job on the surface, and they will not confiscate or confiscate the drugs. Therefore, Carrillo is not worried that the latter will return the drugs to the drug dealers. That is not a good choice for both parties!
Now his people were driving quickly towards the community. Two camouflaged trucks were driving wildly on the sparsely populated suburban roads. They even passed several police checkpoints during the process. However, the speeding and obviously problematic trucks did not cause any trouble at all. Which checkpoints do they pay attention to, or do they selectively ignore? After all, drug dealers sometimes use this kind of vehicle to transport goods. Once they intercept it, something bad will happen.
The salary is less than thirty dollars per week, what are you doing?
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 soldier from the task force took off his hood and changed into his uniform, then walked out of the carriage and dealt with the security guards with a few words. The latter were also people who were dawdling around. They just didn't want any problems to occur in the community, so like this The truck must be intercepted, but when they saw that the people escorting the truck were Colombian military police, the security guards immediately gave way. After all, the real boss here is the one with the gun!
"The action must be stealthy and fast. The other party may not know that something happened over there, so we must seize this opportunity!"
Carrillo ordered to his men in the carriage and followed them.
, and there are agents from the Drug Enforcement Administration. Butcher is currently their only option to reach the core of Medellin, so there is no room for error.
Because they were operating in a wealthy area, the Drug Enforcement Bureau agents also carried several P5SD submachine guns, which were models equipped with silencers. Although the actual silencer effect was only that, it was better than nothing.
The truck was driving on the road in the community. After approaching the butcher's house, Carrillo immediately issued an action order on the radio.
Then two trucks, one in front and one behind, immediately blocked the street, one on the left and the other on the right surrounding the butcher’s house.
Before the vehicle could stop, the task force soldiers and Drug Enforcement Administration agents jumped out and rushed toward the other party's villa like a swarm of swarms.
The two wolf dogs kept by the butcher at the door were the first to bark, and then they were shot to death by the Drug Enforcement Administration agents with quick eyes and hands. Then, the task force soldiers climbed over the door, opened the access control, and let in the large troops.
The butcher at home noticed something was wrong when the dog barked. He immediately pushed the woman in his arms away, took out an AC10 submachine gun from under the sofa and prepared to run away.
However, when he opened the door and was about to go downstairs, he realized that the police had arrived in his living room.
Without any hesitation, the Butcher raised his gun with one hand and started shooting at the task force below.
The soldiers of the task force who were attacked immediately overturned the sofa, hid behind the doorpost and began to fight back, immediately pushing the butcher back.
Amid the shrill screams of the woman, the soldiers of the task force rushed up the stairs bravely, chasing the butcher who was just around the corner. The latter ran for his life, taking advantage of the fact that he had more rooms in his house, and began to play hide and seek with the task force. Cat.
The butcher's female companions still wanted to help their financial sponsors, so several of them rushed at the task force soldiers with their claws and claws, trying to interfere with them. The task force soldiers could only suppress their anger and try to He broke free, but the butcher hid in the room and fired a row of bullets.
The women and the task force soldiers they were entangled with fell down immediately, and saw blood flowing all over the floor. Only then did these women, who had taken drugs to the point of abnormal brains, come to their senses.
The soldiers of the task force immediately took away the wounded and then continued to take up positions and attack. In the end, they successfully forced the latter into a dead corner.
"You have no escape!"
