Chapter 1206: Chapter 589: Madmen, Princes, Madmen!

Pablo from Medellin is really having an uncomfortable time now.

The “Anti-Vi Alliance Army” he intended to lead hasn’t even begun to organize, and it’s already fallen apart due to the internal chaos among the Yanks.

Clients in Europe are dissatisfied with Medellin’s shipping speed and quality, and they keep turning to the Three-leaf Association or the Golden Triangle forces. With such a decrease on one side and increase on the other, his drug empire is experiencing a “winter.”

What Pablo likes to do most every day is hold the teddy bear left behind by his daughter and sit on the steps singing her favorite Colombian nursery rhyme.

When Ochoa and the third leader, Carlos Leder, walked in, they saw their elder brother singing and exchanged glances, feeling a bit helpless.

Psychological illness can’t be helped.

He has to walk out of it on his own.

“Do we still need to report to the boss?” The third leader, Carlos Leder, was very thin, but his eyes were big, which earned him the nickname “Big Eye.” He was loyal to Pablo; they had played together since they were kids, started smuggling home appliances together in the 70s, and eventually founded Medellin, a typical founding elder.

The two brothers used to be close, with no secrets between them.

But ever since Pablo’s family was bombed to death, Carlos Leder became a bit scared of him, fearing any wrong words might provoke his discontent.

Ochoa furrowed his brows, “We need the boss to make a decision; Medellin is at a critical juncture.”

Carlos Leder nodded and, as he walked towards Pablo, naturally hid behind him, ready to run if the boss seemed off.

As Pablo finished singing the nursery rhyme, he heard footsteps and suddenly turned his head sharply, that gaze… like a lion eyeing prey intruding on its territory!

Even the murderous Carlos Leder felt a chill from his spine and a tingle on his scalp. He swallowed hard, his whole body going numb.

It’s getting worse!

Pablo recognized who it was, his gaze gradually softened, and he stroked the toy in his hand, his voice hoarse, “What is it?”

Ochoa lowered his eyes and said, “The British Defense Minister is scheduled to meet with Victor in early July. Mexico has also invited countries, organizations, or individuals from the European Community to attend the Clarksa Festival, among them Germany, Belgium, Netherlands, and Portugal have already accepted the invitation.”

He paused as he said this, raising his head, “They have invited Rodrigo Lara’s widow and children to award them the ‘anti-drug heroes’ medal.”

Szz…

A tearing sound was heard, and the eyes of the third leader, Carlos Leder, slightly narrowed, seeing the head of the doll in Pablo’s hand torn apart!

Stuffing spilled out.

He quickly lowered his head, pretending not to see.

Rodrigo Lara, perhaps a name many aren’t familiar with, but he was Pablo’s “nemesis,” the former Colombian Attorney General who exposed the true nature of the Medellin Cartel when the man was running for President.

The drug business got exposed at once, and Pablo’s political prospects vanished instantly.

Even if he could bribe everyone, it’s like… God’s new clothes being stained with dog shit from India, wearing it would still feel uncomfortable, and the overwhelming public criticism drove Pablo insane, sending someone to kill the Attorney General!

Since then, moving from one extreme to another.

Rodrigo Lara’s family was also within the reckoning, but he had sent them away early, always under the protection of the DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration), and even with an inside man paid off, they survived.

It’s been ten years now…

Pablo still loathes the guy, so when he heard that Victor would award his family the “anti-drug hero” title, he must be furious.

“Victor!!”

He gritted his teeth, calling the name with reddened eyes, and with a forceful arm, tore the already ripped toy in half, with stuffing all over the floor.

The third leader, Carlos Leder, felt as if he had an alarm installed in his heart, blaring non-stop.

He quickly placed Ochoa in front of him, his toes facing the door.

He was ready to bolt…

But Pablo suddenly took a deep breath, his chest heaving, his body shaking, yet he didn’t explode on the spot, though his breathing was heavy, “Heh heh heh… ha ha ha!”

This laughter is truly damn creepy.

“Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all!” He lightly moved his lips, and his voice grew louder and louder, finally throwing the toy on the ground, “Kill them all!”

“Those treacherous British bastards must die too, anyone near Victor must die!”

He stood up, grabbing Ochoa’s arm with a slightly ferocious face, “Blow them all up, I want them to understand the consequence of offending me, I want them to know, Satan is in Hell, but I am on Earth.”

Crunch—

Pablo’s grip was strong, making a cracking sound, and Ochoa furrowed his brows. Although Pablo’s ‘incoherent’ words seemed like gibberish, he understood what his boss meant.

Cause some trouble for the British bastards!

Your acts of fickleness and infidelity are outright disgraceful.

“Rest assured, boss, I’ll arrange it,” Ochoa said softly while soothing Pablo’s back, allowing him to gradually relax.