Former presidents
of Mexico, Brazil, and Colombia have called the war on drugs
"a failed war," and say a different approach is
needed to rectify the problem. Maybe they're right. We need
a solution to the problem once and for all. Since authorities
aren't doing enough, we need a super soldier like Mr. Smith
to go in and take care of business. With his extensive background
in battling drug cartels, a one man army like him is our only
hope. We need someone like Mr. Smith (with a popped-collar,
a mean gait, and a pistol) to go in and make sure that not
one remains. For those who don't know his back catalogue,
read further...
Mr. Smith
is a secret agent who single-handedly dismantled drug cartels
in the 80's. He was in good company alongside Super Joe and
Rad Spencer (decorated war heroes of the time). Though he
was in his prime was then, he could probably still deal death
even in the "Golden Years" that most other retirees
are wasting at bingo halls. The fact is, the guy was probably
the best at what he did, and with cartel violence raging completely
out of control, we could use his help now more than ever.
Things have
changed, though. Back when Mr. Smith battled drug cartels,
they were armed with handguns, molotov cocktails, and assault
rifles, but over time they've expanded their arsenals to include
grenades, grenade launchers, sniper rifles, rocket launchers,
and other military-grade weaponry. To stack the odds higher,
they've even gotten their hands on armor-piercing guns and
ammunition. Mr. Smith dismantled entire drug cartels of the
day with nothing more than a handgun, submachine gun, and
grenades, but he might need heavier equipment to stand a chance
against the present threat. He was incredibly skilled with
handguns, and made it a point to dispatch the enemy with a
bullet between the eyes (when he could), but he'd probably
choose to use weapons with splash damage in the present.
Death squads
hired by modern cartels are composed of hitmen with notable
military experience. Somehow, Mr. Smith might be a little
disappointed, though, since the death squads back then probably
looked cooler than the ones now. Both have the token firepower
and kevlar vests, but the ones back then looked all that much
cooler with gas masks and helmets. And just like the present,
the cartels back then kidnapped and held hostages, too (even
women and children). Mr. Smith often discovered them behind
revolving doors when searching for items and ammunition, and
though they were thanking him in English, he couldn't decipher
it as English.
Mr. Smith
arrived years too late for some, though, who had been locked
up for so long that they had become piles of bones or walking
dead. Yes, these guys had hostages and prisoners locked up
so long that some became zombies! Unlike the slow ones from
viral outbreaks to come, they were quick and agile. Not quicker
or more agile than Mr. Smith's trigger finger, though (which
dispatched them in the same manner as the living). It is unknown
if any undead were left undisposed of, but at least we know
that none of the living were!
Up to this
point, it would seem the odds are stacked too high against
Mr. Smith, but there are a few things in his favor. Thankfully,
he wouldn't have to deal with the threat of zombies in the
present; modern cartels don't make zombies (yet). Cartel guys
now definitely don't jump around as much as the cracked-up
ones he fought back then, and he probably wouldn't have to
deal with annoying environmental hazards like spring-loaded
floors, flaming totem poles, crushing pistons, or rabid, swooping
birds! These environmental hazards made traversing cartel
turf so difficult in his day that it would take him a few
tries just to get through an area. The absence of these obstacles
give him a slight edge in the present uphill battle (unless
they start using that crap again).
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