Chapter 653 Red Sea Rage (VI)

Different from the few pictures in newspapers, the three Hals who witnessed the massacre with their own eyes were speechless in the face of this bloody and cruel scene.

There is nothing worth detailing about the carnage committed by the drug traffickers. They simply stormed into the village, shot every living thing, and then threw all the corpses into the sea.

There were no corpses lying around, no blood splattered, just an empty and silent village. 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 trying to work in the fields and was shot dead. Halfway.

Oliver picked up a piece of tile from the ground with trembling hands. It was covered with blood and there was a small fingerprint left on it.

His eyes were red, and he turned back to look at the football field drawn on the sand. When the group of drug dealers rushed into the village, the children had just painted the football field and were about to start playing football. They even used it to draw the football field. Before he could throw down the tiles, he was shot to death.

Arthur picked up the bloody football from the ground. He pursed his lips, seeming to be trying to suppress his sadness and anger.

Hal jumped down from the eaves and said in a low voice: "Get out of here first. The reporters are almost here. We can't be photographed."

"No, we have to look for any survivors. Maybe... maybe..." Oliver clenched his fists. He still held on to the last glimmer of hope, but in the end he followed Hal's instructions and started walking out of the village.

There are no mountains and forests here, so there are almost no bunkers. When the massacre occurs, the chance of escaping is not great. Several people know this, so they have no hope.

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

Hal slowly flew over there. As he approached that place, he landed on the ground, and then walked over. Just as he peeled off a poppy leaf, a figure suddenly waved towards him. machete.

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

Oliver and Arthur also rushed over. Oliver said excitedly: "Survivor! He must be a survivor of this village! Ask him what happened..."

Hal tried his best to comfort the man. When he took his arm away, Hal saw clearly that it was a thin and black man. The old man was holding a machete for holding poppy stalks.

Hal said to him in Spanish: "Are you from this village? Did you see who did it?"

After hearing Spanish, the old man finally calmed down a little. He shook his head and said, "No, I didn't see anything. I don't know..."

We won't hurt you. Hal squatted 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 and said: "You will burn my field, drive me out, drive us all away, you have already done this a few years ago …”

Hal paused and asked again, "Who burned your field?"

"Who else could it be?" The old man suddenly lost control of his emotions. He cried and shouted: "That stupid president! And those congressmen! They kneeled down to the Americans and burned what I planted. "

"But... the stuff you planted is harmful, don't you know?" Hal said with some confusion. He looked around at the very tall poppies growing around him and said, "This kind of thing will They are made into addictive drugs, and the people who sell these drugs will commit massacres. Your family and friends may be killed by them..."

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But who knows, Hal's words ignited the old man's anger, and he shouted: "Yes!"

You all say this stuff is poisonous! Don't I know? But only this thing can be sold for money, only it can be sold for more money! "

"If I grow food, no one will buy it. They will only collect these things. I have to sell these things so that I don't starve to death!"

"But...why is this?" Hal was very confused. He said: "Isn't the Mexican government vigorously combating drugs? Didn't they just launch the anti-drug war a few years ago?"

"What bullshit anti-drug war!" the old man said: "They burned down the plantations and my fields just to make room for those foreign companies and sell all the land to those damn old American factories!"

"Someone pointed a gun at me and asked me to plant these flowers, saying they would give me money to buy them, so I planted them. But the government said they wanted to ban drugs, so they burned them and kicked me out of my field. , drove me here..."

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

"Where else could I go? God...where else could I go?"

The sound of crying drifted with the evening breeze, and the red poppies rippled like waves. Sin and blood flowed in this ancient land, never stopping. But when hearing the sad cry growing from the flowers of sin, everyone would think about a question, why is this happening?

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When he walked out of the field, Oliver saw the sun rising on the horizon. He stood beside the ridge and said like a sigh: "Why is this happening?... Who is wrong?"

"The Mexican government? But they want to ban drugs, these farmers? But they just want to survive, and even failed. Us? But we just want to help them..."

"If we kill all the drug dealers, can we stop all this?" Oliver asked a question that Hal couldn't answer, but he knew in his heart that the answer to this question was no.

If someone wants to buy, someone will sell. As long as someone wants to sell, they will definitely find someone to plant. As long as someone plants, someone will sell, and someone will buy. This is like an unsolvable deadlock.

Oliver sat down next to the ridge of the field. He began to think deeply about how to solve this deadlock.

Killing all drug dealers, overthrowing the existing government, and saving all farmers, any of these three points alone is useless, which will only make things worse. All three points must be achieved at the same time, and even must be done perfectly, in order to have the possibility of breaking the deadlock.

But Oliver was confused. He didn't know what to do. He felt that this was completely a fantasy. How could anyone do all three points perfectly at the same time? Even if Hal had such great power, he couldn't do it.

In other words, strength is not important, and pure willpower is not important. Something missing is the key.

On the way south, the three of them became much more silent. They were all thinking about this question, but they never had an answer. Until the fishing boat slowly approached Sinaloa, they briefly got rid of this state and began a real journey to chase the murderer.

This was not smooth, because every local here was an accomplice of the drug dealers. They were very vicious and tight-lipped, and it was extremely difficult to get any intelligence.

The difficulty was not to defeat them, but to find the leader Gallardo from this intricate relationship. Realizing that someone might be targeting him, the cunning Gallardo disappeared instantly.

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 City, and finally found the culprit in a very hidden cellar.

Compared with these superheroes with special skills, an ordinary person can do this, which can be said to be a remarkable achievement.

Hal and his team suffered mainly from the unfamiliarity of the place, the lack of knowledge of the drug dealers' organizational structure, and the lack of intelligence, which is why they spent so much effort to catch an ordinary person.

However, this is just the beginning. Gallardo, who was caught by them, did not feel that he was wrong at all. In the dim cellar, English with a Spanish accent echoed in the room, which was not only full of energy, but also convincing.

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

"My family was very poor. I wanted to make money. I just bought a commodity that could be found everywhere and sold 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. We could work together, so I agreed."

"Later I learned that the man was the deputy mayor of Guadalajara. He had two lovers and three illegitimate children. He had to support them, so he needed money. As long as I could make money for him, he could protect me."

"This is very important. In a place like this, being alive is more important than anything else." Gallardo sat in a chair without any fear. He just said in a very normal tone: "I want to live. Those who don't want me to live 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 also thinks highly of me. I share my earnings with them, and they let me do business. "

"But, the old Americans...oh, that is you, you damn greedy Americans, you don't want me to make money. You colluded with the masters in Congress to launch a war on drugs, which caused me to lose a lot of money. You all deserve to die!"

"Do you know what you are talking about? !" The most innocent Arthur was the most angry. He said, "Do you know how many people your business has killed? !"

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

"You..." Arthur was speechless. He said, "You are an inhuman villain! How could you..."

Galardo looked at Arthur and said, "It seems that you should also be someone who lives on the sea all year round. You are a good size. If you had fought with me, you would have been successful by now."

Gallardo changed his position, leaned back on the chair and said: "You don't really think you are righteous, do you? You, yes, it's you, this big guy, answer me, why did the United States ask the Mexican government to engage in an anti-drug war? ?”

"Of course it's to stop you from killing innocent people." Oliver replied.

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

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

"When every company here is run by Americans, you can lower wages as you like, hire us at a low price, sell the products at a high price, and use the money you earn to do the same in other countries and open more Companies, hire more people at low prices, this is how you take over the world.”

"I will kill every American I see." Gallardo raised a finger and said, "You deserve this. You should have thought of this when you invaded our country."

Oliver opened his mouth. What Gallardo said about the Americans' way of taking over the world made a certain string in his mind move, 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. The 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 over the United States? Can Mexicans alone do it? I want to tell you, the local Americans are better at this business than us."

"Those big companies and groups sold us trade routes and cargo ships, helped us with customs, local gangs helped us dump goods, and local government officials helped us 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 those Cubans. During the anti-drug war, if they had not given me information, my losses would have been It will be bigger.”

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

"Don't look like you don't believe it." Gallardo shook his head and said, "Most of the coastal cities have cooperated with me."

"In Beach City, there is a 'Frenchman' who cooperates with me. I heard that he is the largest shipping owner there. In Gotham City, the Spencer family is also my good partner. Oh, by the way, how could I forget? What about my old friends, the Quinn family? We have been working together for more than ten years..."

"What did you say?!" Oliver's eyes widened. Gallardo's English had a strong Spanish accent, so Oliver couldn't hear it very clearly. He asked again: "Who do you think is cooperating with you?" More than ten years?"

"The Quinn family, Quinn-en-"

Oliver froze on the spot, as if struck by thunder.