As a small country in South America, Colombia had previously been best known internationally for two things: being the homeland of Márquez, the master of magical realism and author of One Hundred Years of Solitude, and its insane drug trade.
In the 1980s, Colombia's drug production and sales accounted for eighty percent of Eagle Country's drug market.
At the time, Pablo Escobar, head of the Medellín Cartel, was as rich as a nation and one of the world's seven richest people.
At first, Mexico merely handled drug transit trade and skimmed the price difference. It was only after Pablo was shot dead and the Medellín Cartel fell apart that the hardworking, brave Mexican people suddenly slapped their thighs and came to a realization:
I can fucking make it myself! Those Eagle Country bastards will smoke anyone's stuff anyway!
From then on, Colombia gradually faded from public attention. Only the occasional news reports remained, of gang members engaging in shootouts over avocado export quotas to the great Eastern nation.
Because of its inherent chaos, poverty, and rampant crime, Colombians had a poor international reputation and were regarded by many people in wealthy European and American countries as citizens of a nation of thieves.
Musk continued, "Although I was hypnotized before, I can now remember the data flow from that machine. The commands were always received from the Medellín area of Colombia, and they were connected to a contact person. But regarding that person, I only remember a string of numbers."
He immediately told Shen Feng the number.
Hearing Musk's words, Shen Feng nodded slightly.
He was not surprised that Kesuer had hidden in Colombia.
After all, given Kesuer's usual style of doing things, even the phrase "a cunning rabbit has three burrows" was no longer enough to describe him.
Moreover, the