Jonathan Pannier watched the helicopter fly away, grinding his teeth. It was the first time he'd had the thought, how great it would be if he were in the CIA!
Those bastards' power was not ordinary at all.
They could request help from the U.S. Military.
The most important aspect was that when they spoke, The Pentagon would listen. When the DEA said Pablo might establish his own nation, do you know what those generals would say?
"A drug trafficker founding a nation? Heh, what a joke."
"This isn't funny. Is today April Fool's Day?"
The United States was founded by bandits too!!!
If he could call in a missile strike, would Jonathan Pannier hesitate to do so? He lacked the authority, the capability, and the qualifications.
Colombia is a sovereign nation!
But if you send in the DEA, at most they'll cause a fuss. If you bomb them, do you really think they wouldn't fight back?
The people at the top have much more to consider.
So, it's only the grunts on the ground that have to lay down their lives.
The higher-ups simply pass wind, and those below break their backs working.
"Charge in; there must still be people left inside," Jonathan Pannier bellowed.
He glanced at his watch once more; there were 9 minutes left.
A group of HEAT members stormed into the building, starting a massacre!
In a restroom on the third floor.
A bodyguard lay on the floor with wounds all over his neck, stabbed at least a dozen times, his body seemingly still twitching?
Blanco, with eyes wide in shock, rage, and resentment, was staring at Ethan Hunt!
The man was washing his hands in the sink, rinsing off the blood.
When the explosion occurred, Ethan Hunt had dragged Blanco away to hide, and she had thought he was protecting her.
Once inside the restroom...
He suddenly pulled out a knife and killed the bodyguard!
His movements... were very practiced.
Blanco, feeling man was a stranger to her, exclaimed, "Victor... who are you, really!"
This little puppy she had dominated in bed was now killing without blinking an eye.
Ethan Hunt waved his hand, pulled out two tissues from the dispenser on the wall, wiped his hands, and then smiled while lighting himself a cigarette.
"Sorry, I am a police officer!"
"My name is Ethan Hunt, and I belong to the Mexican Police intelligence department!"
Blanco's gaze was vacant; she couldn't believe that a man could hide himself so deeply beneath her!
"Victor is just my alias."
Blanco's lips trembled with anger, her breathing rapid, "You... you deceived me!"
A girl who grew up in the red-light district, raised by a mother involved in a special profession, had to face the ill-intentioned gazes of clients.
She never went to school and even rummaged through trash cans for food daily.
Dressed in ugly clothes, she stood on the brightly lit streets, watching high-end individuals coming and going from the hotel across the street, wanting to ask for some food.
But a security guard slapped her down to the ground.
He scolded her as a bastard!
Passersby laughed at her, and some even held their noses and spoke words filled with disgust.
Clad in raggedy clothes, at the age of 9, she swore to make everyone pay!
She wanted to be the queen of Colombia!
She traded everything sellable: her body, love, family—all for success!
But when she succeeded, she realized...
That the world was still deceiving her.
She longed for children, she yearned for a life.
After losing three husbands, and with the fourth looking like her Prince Charming, who would have thought, he was a cop?
"Turns out, I was always cheap! Turns out, I was always borne of a whore, heh heh heh, hahaha, too ridiculous."
Blanco laughed, and as she did, tears slid down from her eyes.
"Was I the one who was wrong? No! It's this society that's wrong, it's the fact that I was born in a place without a family, the error lies in that I belong to the lowest class of society!"
"Victor, no, Mr. Ethan Hunt!"
"Are you going to kill me?"
The Black Widow, the queen of drug traffickers, asked calmly.
This, in turn, left Ethan Hunt unsure of what to say.
Sometimes, silence is the answer!
"Give me a cigarette."
Her request naturally fulfilled, he handed his cigarette to her. Blanco took it, puffing hard on it.
The smoke choked her a bit.
Or perhaps it made her think of something.
When she finished the cigarette, she slowly got up, patting her skirt. It was one that Ethan Hunt had said looked good, so she had worn it.
Blanco straightened her clothes and looked him in the eye: "The queen of Colombia won't sit down and die!"
"I am the Black Widow!"
"Men must bow down to me!"