"I want to say to the guerrillas and drug cartels who oppose the government, your good days are over, and as long as I am president of Vargas for a day, you will not have a good life.
I swear in the name of God that I will send Escobar to prison and then extradite him to our closest partner, the United States, to face justice, and that the guerrilla forces who rely on drug trafficking for financing will treat you the same as drug dealers, and you will only end up in prison" Vargas's impassioned inaugural speech reached thousands of households through the television signal, and Escobar was now sitting in front of the television watching the triumphant Vargas in silence.
From the moment Vargas was elected president, Escobar knew his situation was even more dangerous.
A president who does what the Americans say is definitely not what Escobar wants to see.
At this moment, Escobar looked at the face of Vargas on the TV, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.
He grabbed a valuable crystal whiskey glass and threw it at the TV.
"D, the bastard wants to catch me, I'll kill you first" The crystal cup fell to the ground and shattered, and the TV was only a little cracked, but it could still play the picture, Escobar angrily picked up his favorite golden pistol from the wine table at hand, and shot it according to the portrait of Vargas on the TV.
After a gunshot, the imported TV worth tens of thousands of dollars completely stopped working, Escobar put down his beloved golden pistol, picked up the satellite phone on the side, and then skillfully pressed the phone of Yuri, an old friend of the Gorky Brotherhood, and it didn't take long for the phone to be dialed.
"Hey, Yuri, my brother," Escobar greeted Yuri in a different tone.
"Pablo, you have to realize that I don't live in the United States anymore, I live in Switzerland now, you have to know that there is a time difference between us," the sleepy-eyed Yuri complained.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, bro I really didn't realize the problem."
Escobar quickly said apologetically.
"Tell me, what's the matter" Yuri quickly stood up and left the bedroom softly, because Terkina was still asleep, and Yuri didn't want to wake her.
Yuri and Terkina have been very happy in Switzerland these days, spending most of their time skiing, horseback riding, and vacations by the sea, except for the occasional phone call to talk to customers in Mexico and Colombia.
Yuri is now planning to have a wedding with Terkina, and the venue is tentatively set in Austria.
Yuri no longer plans to return to the United States, although the US government has lifted his arrest, but Yuri still has lingering palpitations, he plans to settle in Switzerland in the future, help Yakov take care of things on the Italian side, and his own brother Mikhail naturally took over all Yuri's business in the United States.
"Dude, our president, Vargas, he's so unpopular that he took it as his political commitment to capture me as soon as he came to power, and I don't like the way he treats me," Escobar said angrily.
"So what do you want, order a few more ships of arms and go to Bogotá," Yuri asked, rubbing his tired eyes and yawning.
"No, brother, I want to find a capable killer and help me take out Vargas," Escobar said through gritted teeth.
"Why didn't you figure this out on your own?"
asked Yuri, a little dissatisfied.
"Hey, brother, my greatest wish is to allow me and my men to enjoy their wealth legally in my lifetime, if a Colombian kills Vargas, then I must be the biggest suspect, if I can send a killer from Europe, then I am much less suspicious, because this matter can be blamed on Cuba or even the Soviet Union," Escobar explained to Yuri.
"Pablo, it seems that you still don't give up, have you forgotten what the final result of the plan between you and the Colombian government to repay the foreign debt I tell you, politicians who came to power by vote, there are few words in their mouths that can be believed, how long their promises can last, and what will happen if there is a new president in four years," Yuri persuaded bitterly.
"Brother, I still want to try," Escobar pleaded.
"Well, I can promise you this time, listen up and just this once," Yuri warned.
Yuri hung up the phone and went straight back to sleep.
It wasn't until daytime that he estimated that Seryosha should have gotten up, so he dialed Seryosha's phone and told Seryosha about it.
"Yuri, I agree with your plan in principle, this Vargas is simply a dog of the Americans, he actually wants to ban the import of Soviet cars, if he really does this, how can I explain to Gorbachev" Seryosha also said dissatisfied.
"Then Seryosha, you agree to this matter" Yuri asked with some surprise, he was already mentally prepared to convince Seryosha well.
Now it seems that this rhetoric is useless.
"Yes, I agreed to let Yakov send his most capable people, remember, if you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can come back quickly, don't let the Colombian government and the CIA find out about us" Seryosha finally hung up the phone after some more instructions.
Everything that should be explained is done, and Yuri will arrange the rest.
After receiving authorization from Seryosha, Yuri temporarily said goodbye to Telkina and flew overnight to Naples on his business jet to find Yakov.
When he arrived in Naples, Yuri told Yakov about the incident, and Yakov immediately found his right-hand man, Rubik.
"You want me to kill the newly elected president of Colombia," Rubic asked in surprise.
"It's the customer's request, and we have to send someone over to show our attitude.
This matter was also settled by Boss Nikolai.
When you get to Colombia, look at the chances, and if you have the chance, kill him, and don't force him if you can't.
Yuri instructed.
"Okay boss, give me a day and I'll clean up and go," Rubik replied cleanly.
"Are you alone, aren't you going to bring a helper," Yakov asked with concern.
"I'd like to bring the Chebyshev from Africa, this kid is very clever and suits my appetite," Rubik said without even thinking about it.
"Chebyshev, why am I not impressed," Yakov asked curiously.
"The same one who used to be the head of the Friendship Africa Foundation in Mogadishu," Rubik replied. t1706231537: