The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Unlike the few pictures in the newspaper, the three of Hal who witnessed the massacre with their own eyes were silent in the face of this bloody and cruel scene.

There is nothing worth mentioning about the massacre of the drug dealers. They just rushed into the village, shot at all living things, and then threw all the bodies into the sea.

There were no corpses strewn all over the field, no blood splashing, only an empty and silent village, and the farm tools for planting were thrown in the middle of the road. Judging from the traces of blood, it should be a farmer who was about to go to work in the field. half way.

Oliver picked up a tile from the ground with trembling hands. It was covered with blood and left a small finger print.

His eyes were red, and he turned to look at the football field that was drawn on the sand. When the group of drug dealers rushed into the village, the group of children had just painted the football field and were about to start playing football. Before the tile could be dropped, he was shot and killed.

Arthur picked up the blood-stained football from the ground, and he pursed his lips, as if trying to suppress his sadness and anger.

Hal jumped down from the eaves, and said in a low tone, Get out of here first, the reporters are almost here, we can't be photographed.

No, we have to find out if there are any survivors, maybe...maybe... Oliver clenched his fists tightly. He still held on to the last hope, but finally followed Hal's instructions and started to walk out of the village.

There are no mountains and forests here, so there are almost no bunkers. When the massacre happened, the chance of escaping was not great. Several people knew this, so they had no hope.

However, Hal was flying in the air, and his vision was much better than others. Suddenly, he noticed that in the nearby poppy field, the leaves of a poppy moved. He keenly captured this movement, and then stopped.

Hal flew over there slowly, and when he was close to that place, he landed on the ground, and then walked over on foot, just as he was peeling off a poppy leaf, a figure swung towards him violently Machete.

Hal instinctively used the green light energy to defend, but when the figure wielding the knife saw the green light all over his body, he began to cry and beg for mercy crazily, Hal heard him say in Spanish: Devil! Devil! God, save me, save us...

Oliver and Arthur also rushed over, and Oliver said excitedly: Survivor! He must be a survivor of this village! Ask him what's going on...

Hal tried his best to calm the man, and when he took his arm away, Hal saw clearly that it was a skinny and dark old man holding a machete for holding poppy stalks in his hand.

Hal said to him in Spanish, Are you from this village? Did you see who it was?

Hearing Spanish, the old man finally calmed down a bit, he shook his head submissively and said, No, I didn't see anything, I don't know...

We won't hurt you. Hal knelt down and said to him: We are here to investigate the truth, please tell us who did all this...

No, I don't know... the old man kept repeating, he choked up and said, You will burn my field, drive me out, drive us all out, years ago, you already did this ...

Hal paused, then asked again, Who burned your fields?

Who else? The old man suddenly lost control of his emotions, crying and shouting: That stupid president! And those congressmen! They knelt down to the Americans and burned what I planted Already!

But... the things you plant are harmful, don't you know? Hal said a little puzzled, he looked around the circle of very tall poppies, and said: This kind of things will It is made into an addictive drug, and the people who sell these drugs will commit massacres, and your family and friends may be killed by them...

But who knows, Hal's words ignited the old man's anger, he shouted: Yes!! You all said this thing is poisonous! Don't I know? But only this thing can sell money, only it can sell more A lot of money!

If I grow food, no one will buy it, they will only collect these things. I have to sell these things, so as not to starve to death!

But... why? Hal was very puzzled. He said, Isn't the Mexican government vigorously anti-drug? Didn't they start the anti-drug war a few years ago?

What nonsense anti-drug war! said the old man. They burned the plantations and my fields just to make room for those foreign companies and sell the land to those damn Yankees to build factories!

Someone pointed a gun at me and told me to plant these flowers and said they would pay for it, so I planted them, but the government said they were going to ban drugs, so they burned them and drove me off my field , drove me here...

But those lunatics from Guadalajara, they said that we succumbed to the government, that we colluded with government agents and killed their people, and they wanted revenge, so they wanted to kill us all...

Where else can I go? God...where else can I go?

The sound of crying drifted away with the evening wind, and the red poppies swayed like sea waves. Sin and blood flowed in this ancient land and never stopped, but I heard the mournful cry growing from the flowers of sin , everyone will think about a question, why is this?

When he walked out of the field, Oliver saw the sun rising on the horizon. Standing by the side of the field, he sighed and said, Why is this?... Who is wrong?

The Mexican government? But they want to stop drugs, these farmers? But they just want to survive, and even fail, us? But we just want to help them...

If we killed all the drug dealers, would we stop this? Oliver asks a question that Hal can't answer, but he knows in his heart that the answer to this question is no.

If someone buys, someone will sell it, and as long as someone wants to sell it, they will find someone to grow it, and as long as there is someone to grow it, someone will sell it, and someone will buy it. Bureau.

Oliver sat down beside the field ridge, and he began to think deeply, how can he solve this deadlock?

Kill all the drug dealers, overthrow the existing government, and save all the farmers, any one of these three points alone will not work, it will only make things worse, all three must be done at the same time, and even must be completely perfect Only by doing so can there be a possibility of breaking the game.

But Oliver was very confused. He didn't know what to do. He felt that this was completely a fantasy. How could someone do these three things perfectly at the same time? Even if Hal had that kind of power, he couldn't do it.

In other words, power is not important, nor is sheer willpower, but something missing is the key.

On the way south, the three of them became a lot more silent. They were all thinking about this question, but there was no answer until the fishing boat slowly approached Sinaloa. They got out of this state briefly and started the real pursuit. Fierce trip.

This is not going well, because every local here is an accomplice of drug dealers. They are very vicious and strict-mouthed, and it is even more difficult to get any information.

The difficulty was not to defeat them, but to find the location of the leader Gallardo from this intricate relationship. When he realized that someone might be targeting him, the cunning Gallardo disappeared in an instant.

With Hal's green light ability, Arthur's ability to communicate with fish, and Oliver's tactics and wisdom, they chased all the way to Guadalajara, and finally found the culprit in a very hidden cellar culprit.

Compared with these few superheroes with unique skills, it can be said that an ordinary person can do this, which can be said to have achieved remarkable results.

Hal and the others mainly suffered from the lack of familiarity with the place, coupled with their ignorance of the organizational structure of drug dealers, and lack of intelligence, they took so much effort to catch an ordinary person.

However, this was just the beginning. Gallardo, who was captured by them, didn't think he was wrong at all. In the dark cellar, an English with a Spanish accent echoed in the room, not only full of air, but also plausible.

I was born here. Guadalajara is my hometown. When I was born, drugs were rampant here. Running errands for others is my daily life.

My family is very poor. I want to make money. I just buy a commodity that can be seen everywhere and sell it to others. What's the problem?

I made some money and wanted to make more. Someone came to me and said that he also wanted to make money and we could work together, so I agreed.

Later I found out, that man is the deputy mayor of Guadalajara, he has two lovers, and three illegitimate children, he has to support them, so he needs money, as long as I can give him money, he can protect me.

It's very important. In this kind of place, being alive is more important than anything else. Gallardo sat on the chair without any fear at all. He just said in a very ordinary tone: I want to live, I don't want me Everyone who lives must die.

I rented a boat to do business. It didn't go well at first, but later, not only the deputy mayor, but also the mayor and the governor were optimistic about me. I distributed the money I earned to them, and they let me do business.

But Yankees... oh, that's you, you goddamn greedy Americans, you don't want me to make money, you bastards colluding with Congress, what war on drugs, costing me a fortune Money, you all deserve to die!

Do you know what you're talking about?! Arthur, who was the simplest, was the most annoyed. He said, Do you know how many people have been killed by your business?!

Then do you know how many people you Yankees have killed? Gallardo raised his head and said disdainfully, You not only killed us, but also killed your own people. The screams of those agents before they died, I I can still hear it now.

You... Arthur was at a loss for words. He said, You inhuman villain! How could you...

Gallardo looked at Arthur and said: It seems that you should also be a person who lives at sea all year round. You have a good size. If you were to do it with me, you would be in your early years.

Gallardo changed his posture, leaned on the chair and said, You don't really think you are righteous, do you? You, yes, you, the big guy, answer me, why did the United States let the Mexican government engage in the anti-drug war? ?”

Of course it is to prevent you from killing innocent people indiscriminately. Oliver replied.

I didn't ask you, but you didn't answer correctly. Gallardo rubbed the corner of his mouth and said, The United States is to suppress the local industry in Mexico so that your company can enter.

You burned the plantations, drove the farmers off their land, sank our ships, and wiped out all armed resistance, just to make the Mexicans kneel down and work in your factories.

When every company here is owned by an American, you can lower your wages, hire us at a low price, sell your products at a high price, and use the money you make to do so in other countries and open more companies, recruit more people at a lower price, and that's how you take over the world.

I'll kill every Yankee I see. Gallardo held out a finger and said, You deserve it, and you should have thought of that when you invaded our country.

Oliver opened his mouth. What Gallardo said about the American way to occupy the world made a certain string in his mind twitch, but the feeling that something was missing was even stronger.

And... Gallardo added: It's not just the mayors and governors of Mexico who make money from my business. Those big American bosses with nostrils on their heads also take money from me.

How do you think my goods are sold from the West Coast to all parts of the United States? Can the Mexicans alone do it? I want to tell you that the native Americans are better than us in this business.

Those big companies and big groups sell us trade routes and cargo ships, help us get through customs, local gangsters help us dump goods, and local government officials help us deal with legal issues. My business can do so well. Thanks to them.

Even the CIA is our partner. They turned a blind eye on the route, and occasionally cooperated with us to kill the group of Cubans. During the war on drugs, if they hadn't given me information, my loss will be bigger.

Hal narrowed his eyes and said, There are people working with you in the United States. Who are they?

Don't put on that expression of disbelief. Gallardo shook his head and said, The vast majority of coastal cities have cooperated with me.

In Seaside City, there is a 'Frenchman' working with me. I heard that he is the biggest ship owner there. In Gotham City, the Spencer family is also my good partner. Oh, yes, how can I forget Where is my old buddy, the Quinn family? We have cooperated for more than ten years...

What did you say?! Oliver's eyes widened. Gallardo's English has a strong Spanish accent, so Oliver couldn't hear it very clearly. He asked again: Say, who is working with you? Ten years???

The Quinn family, Qui-en-

Oliver froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

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