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It's obvious who's fucking with the North American Drug Syndicate, you could figure that out with your goddamn feet.
Who the fuck jumped out first?
The Yanks!
The Mexicans!
And the Canadians!
What? They're not involved? Doesn't matter, when the Three Musketeers of North America get hit, they take it together, even if you're a dog on the street speaking with a San Francisco accent, Pablo would still shoot you twice without a second thought!
So many people from the association are dead!
A lot of them grew up with the Medellin Cartel—we're talking old-timers. No exaggeration, Pablo had already appointed executives for various countries and regions, and now this mess has completely disrupted the hierarchy.
Blanco, the big sister who brought me out to deal drugs, was also killed!
