People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Pachu nodded with a smile, "Their local green leaves, plus Colombian flour, are all concentrated in the hands of one group... At that time, Mexico may not even be called Mexico anymore, but should be renamed the Poison Country."

Chip wasn't stupid; he could figure out the logic behind it. He blinked and asked, "You're telling me this?"

Pachu chuckled, "If you really can't let go of this kind of excitement, you can consider asking Ding Ze to let you work as a manager at the Guadalajara Group."

“Such a large corporation, Felix can’t control it.”

"Of course, even if you go, things will remain the same here; what's yours will still be yours."

Chip frowned and remained silent for a moment. "Let me think about it. Colombia is my home, and to be honest, I really don't want to get involved with those Mexicans."

Pachu understands.

Pachu, who also disliked Mexicans, smiled and said, "Well, I was just suggesting."

The elevator stops.

The two went outside and went about their business; life went on.

-

Ding Ze and the others returned to the hotel, packed their luggage, and headed to the airport to wait for their flight to Medellín.

at the same time.

Ding Ze's men, who had been positioned around Kali, also sprang into action and advanced towards Medellín.

Medellín and Cali are not the same.

The mad Pablo did not monitor Medellín with the same ruthless espionage as the Rodriguez brothers.

Therefore, getting into Medellín is not a troublesome matter.

Dealing with Pablo was the real trouble.

After all, Pablo was different from the Rodriguez brothers. While Pablo was intelligent, he was arrogant, capricious, and extremely eccentric.

This kind of madness is deadly.

Who knows, Pablo might suddenly decide to kill them.

and so.

Ding Ze's plan was to stay in Medellin temporarily after arriving, hold his position, and wait for all his men to arrive before meeting Pablo, in order to avoid Pablo going mad and dying in that godforsaken place, Medellin.

Felix and the others already knew a little about Comrade Pablo Escobar beforehand, and had no objections to Ding Ze's arrangements.

In a blink of an eye, night falls.

The group arrived in Medellín, found a hotel near the airport, and waited patiently.

And so they waited, a whole day.

The following evening, all the veterans that Ding Ze had brought from Miami arrived in Medellín.

Morning of the third day.

Ding Ze and his group set off for one of Pablo's estates outside Medellín.

It's a matter of fact.

Colombia's natural landscape is quite beautiful.

In terms of scenery, Colombia far surpasses Mexico and most other countries in the world, and in a sense, it truly is a gift from God to this land.

Unfortunately, these excellent natural advantages gave rise to flour...

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

The convoy drove for a long time before arriving outside the manor.

Naturally, the veterans were not allowed to enter the manor.

After all that commotion, Ding Ze and the others, along with Pablo's men, arrived in front of Pablo.

The estate is very large, with lush green lawns that make people feel relaxed and happy.

Pablo stood alone on the lawn, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Upon seeing Ding Ze, Pablo habitually pulled up his trousers, then extended his hand to Ding Ze, saying, "Mr. Ding, I've wanted to meet you for a long time, and now I've finally met you."

Ding Ze shook hands with Pablo and smiled, "Me too."

Normally, Pablo should have let go at this point.

But Pablo did not.

why?

Very simple.

There was a bit of animosity between Pablo and Ding Ze.

Because the Columbia gang in Miami belongs to Pablo.

“Mr. Ding, you’ve caused too much trouble in Miami. My man Matteo is terrified of you,” Pablo said, his smile vanishing and his face turning cold. “Mateo is so frightened that he even asked me to kill you the moment I see you.”

As soon as these words came out.

Isabella, Felix, Amado, Mickey, and Isabella all changed their expressions and became tense.

at the same time.

Pablo's men, who were not far away, all reached for their guns.

Ding Ze had anticipated this situation, but he didn't panic. He had already released all five Gu worms when he came over, and now all five Gu worms were inside the target's body, including one in Pablo's body.

"It was just a little noise," Ding Ze said with a smile. "I didn't expect it to scare Matteo like this. I'm really sorry."

Pablo heard this, took a drag of his cigarette, remained silent, stared at Ding Ze for two seconds, then suddenly grinned, "Matheau's courage is indeed not very good. Being scared by you, Mr. Ding, has actually been beneficial."

"I hope so," Ding Ze said with a smile.

“Mr. Ding, let’s talk business. As far as I know, you just went to Cali?” Pablo said, taking a step forward.

Ding Ze then moved as well, walking side by side with Pablo. "Yes, I was discussing the same business with them."

"Tell me something."

“I hope they will exit the retail business and switch to wholesale. The Guadalajara Group will take over all their goods, as many as they have,” Ding Ze said without wasting words. “That’s what I want to talk to you about.”

Pablo was startled and stopped abruptly, turning to look at Ding Ze. "You want me to give you all that money for nothing?"

Ding Ze took out a cigarette, lit it, and said, "Pablo, you can't say that. Let's talk as we walk."

Pablo gave a cold laugh and moved. "Mr. Ding, I really hope you can persuade me, otherwise I'll have to agree to Matteo's request."

Ding Ze disagreed, "Pablo, the longer you go down the path of a drug lord, the further you will be from the presidency, you know that the Colombian people and those political parties will never allow a drug lord to rule this country."

Pablo exhaled a puff of smoke. "I can bribe them. If I can't bribe them, I can kill them."

Ok.

This is very Pablo.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Throughout history, rule gained through repression has never lasted long. Besides, Pablo, times have changed. In modern society, do you really think you can become president through repression?"

"More importantly, the U.S. government will not agree to it. If you become president by such means, the U.S. government will find a reason to send troops to Colombia, and then war will break out in Colombia."

"I know this isn't what you want."

Pablo glanced at Ding Ze. "What does this have to do with the business you proposed?"

“It has a lot to do with you. If you withdraw from retail, your goods will be handled by the Guadalajara Group, and you will receive far less attention. And since you're so smart, figure out a way to clean up your act.”

"After you've cleaned up your name, with all that money, you could use legitimate means to win over the people. With your intelligence, you have a very good chance of becoming president."

Ding Ze said this.

Pablo fell silent for a moment.

The truth is, Pablo really wants to become the president of Colombia; this is his greatest wish.

From the very beginning, Pablo engaged in smuggling and later made money from flour, all with the goal of becoming president.

In the original series, Pablo went completely insane after his presidential dreams were shattered, killing people indiscriminately and bombing places everywhere...

He walked in silence for a while.

“What you said makes some sense,” Pablo said, the presidential dream was too tempting, and he was indeed tempted. “Did the Cali Group agree?”

Ding Ze shook his head. "They are considering it. The Medellin Group, Beigu, and the Cali Group all need to agree to this deal; otherwise, none of them will agree."

Pablo smiled. "That's true."

Ding Ze also smiled, "Pablo, I hope you'll agree. I can offer you an additional benefit."

"Oh? What?" Pablo asked meaningfully.

“I can offer you some assistance on your path to the presidency through the United States, provided that you can clear your name as soon as possible and take control of the Colombian media,” Ding Ze said.

hum.

Pablo was startled.

This is an enormous benefit... (End of Chapter)