Colombia's mountain jungles were simply too dense, and with the tropical climate, anything that happened there would be swallowed up by the wildly growing rainforest.
What was more, the Medellín Cartel under Martin Benítez's control dominated northern Colombia with an iron hand. No force dared challenge them; even the government kept its distance.
Martin himself was also extremely mysterious, often disappearing without explanation for days at a time. No one knew where he went.
Thus, it was not until ten days later that the Medellín Cartel's key members realized something was wrong.
The big boss seemed to have been gone for far too long this time.
He had vanished without explanation before, but he would show himself again after two or three days at most.
After all, the business was too massive to go without its central pillar.
But this time, Martin Benítez had been missing for far too long!
So long that criminal organizations in both Mexico and Eagle Country had begun searching for Martin Benítez.
Although Colombia's drug trade had declined compared to its former glory, it was still a business worth tens of billions of dollars every year. Many payments had yet to be settled, and the agreed-upon shipments had not been delivered. What the hell was going on?
Even many officials within the Colombian government were deeply concerned for Martin Benítez's safety. They had nearly spent all the dirty money they had received before—when would he send more?
The remaining core members of the Medellín Cartel began to grow worried. On the eleventh day, they finally could not stand it any longer and gathered for a meeting. In the end, they reached a consensus: they would go search for Martin Benítez together.
Most of them knew the locations of some of Martin Benítez's hidden residences and