Global manhunt for Pablo.
Casare's eyebrows twitched upon hearing Victor's words, "Boss, he's Colombian."
"So what? Is that supposed to impress me?"
Victor glanced at him, "If he dares to traffic drugs, even if he's the Pope of the Vatican, I'll bring him down and smack him in the face in front of Jesus. The teachings of Jesus don't cover him, so I'll take it upon myself to discipline him."
"Many people in Mexico City might not be too happy about this..." Casare tried to put it delicately. They hadn't even resolved their own mess yet, what if they antagonized the Colombians?
Facing the explosive attacks from Mexican drug traffickers every day was already terrifying enough.
"Who's not happy? Give me a list. Counter-terrorism needs a list, but to deal with traitors internally, all I need is coordinates."