Working as a police officer in Mexico

The next day.

Cuauquemot plans to leave the city of Mexicali.

He is going to Mexico City to hold high the anti-drug banner!

"Please take care of them both." He was still worried about his wife and son, and held Victor's hand tightly and said.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of them and never let them suffer any injustice."

Quaukmot looked at his worried wife, walked over and hugged her, and said softly, "Wait until I come back."

"God bless you, honey."

Kwaukmot sat on a combat vehicle equipped with reactive armor, surrounded by 4 personnel carriers, a dozen Humvees and 5 personnel carriers. He was equipped with a 140-man guard, including EDM and EDTV. selected in .

Why are you hiding while escorting someone back to Mexico City?

If you have this strength, show it.

The anti-aircraft machine guns are pulled out. Anyone who dares to block the road will be shot to death.

Instead, he hides and doesn't have the capital to resist if caught.

Of course, instead of hanging Victor’s logo, it was painted with the Mexican military’s logo.

When you return to Mexico City, you have to pass through Sonora, Chihuahua, Durango and other states that are actually controlled by drug cartels. If you want to hang a bust of Victor.

NMD, the tires have been removed for you!

When you fly in the air, you are afraid that Carlos will close the airport for you and just find a name to arrest you. Don't think that this guy can't do it.

They even dare to shoot you down with missiles.

The memory of France shooting down an Italian airliner in 1980, killing 81 people, was said to have been occupied by Cardano.

Never overestimate the integrity of politicians.

Watching the motorcade leave, Victor put his hands down, touched McClure's head, and glanced at Quaukmot's wife, "Tatiana, if you need anything, please contact me."

The other party's face was a little pale and her body was weak. She smiled and nodded. After looking at the vehicle in the distance, she withdrew her gaze. A female agent from the Mexican International News Department pushed her away.

"Director, we have found traces of Guzman's eldest son, Francerino, in Mexico City." Jason Bourne came over and said.

Victor's expression turned cold immediately, "Record it and I'll send it to Guzman."

If you play the video, I will play the video too. If you kill my followers, I will kill your son.

With your damn short look, how many sons can you have?

Anyway, I don’t have a son…

I don't feel sorry for you when I die.

No!

All the people of Mexico are his children.

He was going to be the "Mexican Godfather."

After the convoy drove out of Mexicali, it passed through a small road and soon entered the territory of Sonora state.

Compared to Baja California…

The DM in the air here obviously exceeded the standard, and Kwaukmot felt very uncomfortable in his stomach.

"Sir, our trip will take about 28 hours. According to the plan, we will arrive in Mexico City at about 8 o'clock tomorrow night."

Giancarlos, nicknamed "The Recruit" in charge of Cuauquemot, was sent for two months of internal training after his promotion.

Victor has an internal small school where he serves as the main speaker, while Casare, Kennedy and others serve as deputy speakers. It is regarded as a training place for police officers.

The reason why he was chosen as the guard captain was because he got perfect scores in the after-school quiz.

The topic is rather biased…

For example: On what date was Victor’s sculpture on Guadalupe Island built?

Who is Mr. Victor’s idol?

Please write a 500-word description of Mr. Victor's mental state when he was a prison guard at Plateau Prison.

Well…full marks to Giancarlos.

How could such a talent not be reused?

Hearing his words, Quaukmot smiled and nodded. Maybe he caught a cold last night and his throat was a little itchy. He coughed. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the call from the car in front of him coming from the intercom placed on one side. sound.

"Zizzi~ No. 1! There is a white Buick blocking our way."

Giancarlos quickly raised the observation mirror installed on the side of the armored vehicle and looked out through it with squinted eyes.

Sure enough, I saw a white Buick convertible swinging back and forth between the two lanes, deliberately pinned, with a man and three women sitting in the car. The man driving the car wore sunglasses and raised his middle finger arrogantly.

The three women, with faces full of dust, stood up with smiles and waved the gauze towels in their hands. Why don't you wave the sanitary napkins.

One of the women in the back seat even made an obscene gesture.

"Their necks are marked with the LOGO of the local drug cartel in Sonora." came the report of the police officer in another car on the intercom.

Mexico's International Information Department has already found out about the neighboring state. After spending money, there are many outside informants. As long as the drug trafficking group is on their list, including the leader, LOGO, annual business (very important), they are checking a Clearly.

This information will also be compiled and distributed to each police team, and it will be updated every week to ensure smooth operations.

Giancarlos seemed to be tired of playing with the Buick. He wanted to run away as soon as he stepped on the accelerator. You flirted with us and you planned to leave?

Pick up the walkie-talkie, "Kill them!"

"clear!"

Kwaukmot looked out of the small window of the armored vehicle and saw a Humvee passing behind the convoy. A police officer stood up and fired a Browning M2HB 0.50-inch machine gun and fired directly at it.

The bullet is relatively fluttery and its trajectory is unstable...

The woman sitting in the back seat had her head blown open, and blood splattered on the face of her companion next to her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

The companion screamed in horror and stared with wide eyes.

Now you know how brave Jacqueline was at that time, right? You can also turn around to pick up the skull.

When the man driving the car turned around and saw the half of the head, his hands shook. The steering wheel shook and he rushed to the side. He rolled three times and everyone was thrown out.

The police officer on the Humvee turned his gun and pointed directly at the vehicle.

Maybe it hit the fuel tank and collapsed! It exploded directly!

"I hate Buicks!" the officer who fired the shot laughed loudly.

"Comfortable!"

Giancarlos let out a long breath and smiled when he saw Cuaukmote looking at him with a strange look, "Our director said, what kind of drug dealer can drive in front of us?"

"They drove, and we beat them up!"

"Break their legs when they walk."

Cuaukmote looked at Giancarlos. He really wanted to ask, is your boss a gangster?

It seems to be true!

…

Mexico City.La No. 20 Cantina!

This is one of the famous local "tequila" bars!

There are of course some more debauched activities.

You can see a lot of Mexican celebrities hanging out here.

"Mr. Ainsley Guzman will pay for everything tonight!" the DJ shouted loudly with the microphone, and the lights matched the lighting on a man sitting in the booth. He was very short and stocky. Wearing a Rolex Bao Dai on his hand, this was originally sold to the last emperor of the Nguyen Dynasty of Vietnam in 1954, and was later bought by him for $6 million.

The man was hugging her from left to right, with an emerald ring on his hand.

Showing off his wealth has been something the son of a drug lord has done since he was a child.

He is the son of Guzman and a waiter when he was 19. He just came of age when his father made his fortune. He is now 22 years old and is mainly responsible for Sinaloa's business in Mexico.

Ainsley Guzman loves the attention of others. Is there anything happier than throwing away money?

He played until 2 a.m. before he came out of the bar drunk.

He was surrounded by bodyguards and... agents from Mexico's National Security Intelligence Service (Cisen) to protect him.

Once, he wanted to know the power of a grenade and blew up a mansion worth 2.12 million US dollars. At that time, the police just took a look and left.

Sitting in his red Porsche, he drunkenly drove the woman home and had a party!

Driving faster and faster, the bodyguard behind stepped on the accelerator to catch up, looking at the code speed above: 147!

Afraid that Ainsley Guzman would drive him over.

Buzz buzz~

A flashing police bell appeared on the road ahead. A large black van with a police logo was lying sideways, and four or five police officers wearing reflective vests stood waving their batons.

"Honey, someone is checking the car." The woman sitting in the passenger seat raised her head and touched Ainsley Guzman's chest and said.

"Check? Run over! Who will check me!"

He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated!

I didn’t see the broken tire brake on the ground at all...

This thing won't roll over.

biu... There was a crisp sound, and the tire began to deflate. After driving for dozens of meters, it stopped, just in front of the police car.

"TMD!" Ainsley Guzman looked at the tires and waved his hands angrily, "Idiot, don't you know who I am? Don't you recognize this license plate?"

"Of course I know, Mr. Ainsley..." Ethan Hunt tipped the police hat on his head and said with a smile, "We are here to find you!"

"Represent justice!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ainsley was stunned.

Is there still justice in Mexico?

At this time, cars driven by bodyguards and agents from behind also came over.

At this time, the bodyguard driving the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen was still complaining, "Driving so fast, we finally caught up. We have to thank these police."

"But I think he will show off his power later, and may even kill those who block his way." The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat said with a smile, lowering his head to dig through the cigarettes.

"Be careful!!" the bodyguard sitting behind shouted in a high voice.

The co-pilot looked up and saw a missile? Flying towards me!

Ainsley saw a police officer pull open a black van and pull out a... FIM-92 anti-aircraft missile? !

Aim at the bodyguard's vehicle and pull the trigger decisively.

Can't surface-to-air missiles be surface-to-ground?

Ainsley's mind was still a little blank due to his alcoholism. He turned his head suddenly and saw the stinger hitting the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen in front of him.

boom!

Immediately ascend to heaven on the spot!

A ball of fire came out of the car from the front, rear, left and right.

This sudden scene frightened the remaining bodyguards and agents. They turned the steering wheel suddenly, some braked suddenly, jumped around... and crashed in series.

Ethan Hunter put a black bag around Ainsley's neck, forcefully pulled him out of the car and dragged him towards the van. The latter's face turned red instantly.

"Video! Video! Video! Start now." Ethan Hunter shouted to his colleagues like a pervert.

"Let Guzman see how his son was kidnapped!"

The officer in charge of the video also took a close-up of Ainsley.

Others were responsible for covering fire, holding machine guns and shooting at the bodyguards, so that they did not dare to get out of the car.

"Send a stinger! Then run away!" Ethan Hunt yelled.

"OK!"

A colleague shouted in response.

The sound was not hidden at all, the Mexican agents over there heard it.

"Be careful, they still have missiles!"

"Dodge! Dodge!"

A group of people ran away in a panic, and some people were lying on the ground, even holding their heads.

But after waiting for a while, nothing happened. When I raised my head, I saw the door of the van closing, and someone was giving them the middle finger, mocking, "Idiot, the stinger is free!"

Boss Victor said that missiles are not allowed to be released anywhere.

That's too dangerous.

The bodyguards were so angry that they stood up and cursed.

"Get in the car! Get in the car and chase!"

But the car was smashed into pieces, and I could only watch the van leave.

A gust of wind blew.

Ruined!

Mr. Guzman’s son is gone!

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