Unlike 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 elaborating on the massacre committed by the drug traffickers. They just rushed 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 through.
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 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, 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 old man 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 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 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?" The old man suddenly lost control of his emotions. He cried loudly: "That stupid president! And those congressmen! They kneeled down to the Americans and burned what I planted.
Got it!"
"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..."
But who knows, Hal's words ignited the old man's anger, and he shouted: "Yes!"
You all say this thing 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 puzzled. 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, that we colluded with government agents to kill their people, and they wanted revenge, so they wanted to kill us all..."
"Where else could I go? God...where else could I go?"
The cries floated in the evening wind, and the red poppies rippled like ocean waves. Sin and blood flowed in and out of this ancient land, never stopping, but I heard the sad 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. He stood next to the field bank and said as if sighing: "Why is this?...Who is wrong?"
"The Mexican government? But they want to ban drugs, these farmers? But they are just trying to survive, and even failed, us? But we just want to help them..."
"If we kill all the drug dealers, can this be stopped?" 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 buys it, someone will sell it. As long as someone wants to sell it, they will definitely find someone to plant it. As long as there is someone planting it, someone will sell it and someone will buy it. This is like a dead end with no solution.
Bureau.…
Oliver sat down next to the field ridge, and he began to think deeply about how to solve this deadlock.
Kill all drug dealers, overthrow the existing government, and save all farmers. Among these three points, it is useless to do any one of them alone. It will only make things worse. Three points must be done at the same time, and even they must be completely perfect.
Only by doing this can we break the situation.
But Oliver was confused. He didn't know what to do. He felt that this was completely impossible. How could anyone do these three things perfectly at the same time? Even if Hal had such great power, he couldn't do it.
In other words, strength is not important, nor is pure willpower. Something missing is the key.
On the way south, the three of them became much silent. They were all thinking about this question, but never answered it. Until the fishing boat slowly approached Sinaloa, they briefly got out of this state and began the real journey.
The journey to chase the murderer.
This is not going well, because every local here is an accomplice of drug dealers. They are very vicious and strict-mouthed, making it extremely difficult to get any information.
The difficulty is not to defeat them, but to find the location of the leader Gallardo from this intricate relationship. Sensing that someone may 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 the city of Guadalajara, and finally found the culprit in a very hidden cellar.
The culprit.
Compared with these superheroes with special skills, if an ordinary person can achieve this, it can be said that the results are remarkable.
Hal and the others mainly suffered from the disadvantage of not being familiar with the place, coupled with their lack of understanding of the organizational structure of drug dealers and lack of intelligence, so they spent so much effort to catch an ordinary person.
However, this was just the beginning. Gallardo, who was caught by them, did not feel that he was wrong at all. In the dark cellar, an English with a Spanish accent echoed in the room, which was not only full of energy, but also plausible.
"I was born here. Guadalajara is my hometown. When I was born, drugs were rampant here. Running errands and transporting drugs for others was my daily life."
"My family is very poor and I want to make money. I just bought a commodity that can be found everywhere and sold it to others. What's the problem with that?"
"I made some money and wanted to make more. Someone came to me and said he also wanted to make money and we could work together, so I agreed."
"Later I learned that that 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 him money, he could
protect me."
"This is very important. In a place like this, living is more important than anything else." Gallardo sat on the chair without any fear at all. He just said in a very normal tone: "I want to live, don't want me to
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 also took a fancy to me. I shared the money I earned with them, and they let me do business."…
"But the Americans...oh, that's you, you damn greedy Americans, you don't want me to make money. You colluded with the gang of congressmen in the anti-drug war, which cost me a lot of money.
Money, you all deserve to die!"
"Do you know what you are talking about?!" The simplest Arthur was the most angry. He said, "Do you know how many people your business has killed?!"
"Then do you know how many people have been killed by you Americans?" Gallardo raised his head and said disdainfully: "You not only killed us, you also killed your own people. The screams of those agents before they died, I can't believe it."
I can still hear it now.”
"You..." Arthur was speechless. He said, "You inhuman villain! How could you..."
Gallardo looked at Arthur and said: "It seems that you are also someone who lives at sea all year round. You are quite big. If you had done it with me, you would have been in the spotlight 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 burn down plantations, drive farmers off their land, sink our ships, and eliminate all armed resistance forces 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 will 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. However, 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 hadn't given me information, I would have lost a lot of money.
It will be bigger.”
Hal narrowed his eyes and said, "There are people in the United States who are cooperating with you. Who are they?"
"Don't look like you don't believe it." Gallardo shook his head and said, "Most of the coastal cities have cooperation 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
Where are 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 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.