Working as a police officer in Mexico

Giancarlos hunched over the side of the armored vehicle.

He observed his surroundings calmly.

The situation on the battlefield is not bad. The guards selected all elite soldiers and generals. They set up counterattack positions on the spot and relied on convoys to fight back.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Giancarlos shouted, "Alternate cover and deliver in turn."

If there are no communication tools on the battlefield, then you can basically rely on shouting, and the police officers around you who hear his voice will pass on his words.

Giancarlos' eyes suddenly froze, as if he saw something.

He grabbed the armrest of a Humvee and jumped on it. There was a Type 75 105mm recoilless cannon lying on it!

"Turn around! Turn around!" he shouted to a police officer who had climbed into the car, signaling the officer to turn around.

He quickly sat on the chair, adjusted the angle, pointed it into the distance, and asked a police officer to reload.

"Arson bomb!"

Cannonballs loaded!

emission!

collapse…

The Humvee moved a few dozen centimeters back, and the shells flew towards their destination.

He had just seen a figure, apparently hiding behind a tree.

Burn your bitch to death!

As the name suggests, arson bombs are professional arsonists. The grass ignited instantly, and when the wind blew, it rolled up very quickly.

I saw four drug dealers getting up from their hiding place in a panic and running away, but they were quickly caught up...

Enclose them in a ring of fire.

You could vaguely see the drug dealer struggling in panic inside, screaming repeatedly.

If you hide, I will burn you to death!

The fire is actually very difficult to control.

Especially in dry flammable and explosive places.

The whole valley forest was on fire at once, and huge thick smoke filled the air above, getting into the nostrils regardless of friend or foe.

Giancarlos coughed hard and covered his nose, "Get out, get out!"

All the police officers quickly got into their vehicles, and the armored vehicles opened the way ahead and rammed away from the bombed-out Humvee.

At this time, on another mountain top, Carlos, the third of the Beltran Leyva brothers, saw this scene through the telescope, and he punched the adobe with his fist unwillingly.

The person from CISEN (Mexican Intelligence Service) next to him glanced at me with an obvious look of looking at an idiot.

Don't you feel pain?

Carlos Beltran Leyva's face twitched and he stuffed his hands silently into his pockets. He couldn't shout because he wanted to save face.

"We never imagined that Victor would send armored vehicles and guards to protect Cuaukmote unless he launched an army to encircle and suppress him." said the head of operations of the intelligence department.

Damn, they all have 105mm caliber recoil guns, I’ve never seen them before!

Whose family is so luxurious? No. 180 people are equipped with such equipment.

Do you have a phobia about lack of firepower?

You dare to set off incendiary bombs now, what about next time? High explosive bombs? Cloud bomb?

The Mexican army cannot pay salaries as fast as you can replace weapons and equipment.

"Then send the army!" Carlos Beltran Leyva interrupted, "If that doesn't work, call the air force to blow him up."

Does Mexico have an air force?

It seems that the old machine is the only one left.

The other party immediately looked at him with a look that looked at SB, why did he have the same name and the same surname, one was a drug dealer, and the other was the president. He finally understood, it was an IQ problem.

"I will ask sir for instructions again."

If Kwaukemot's identity becomes a big issue, the elders in the party will definitely come out to stop it. Many of them were promoted by his father himself.

If you put it on the bright side, everyone would be embarrassed.

Carlos Beltran Leyva was furious, but he is more mobile. What can you do? If you can't beat him, just run away.

Hold!

Can't you just be tough and fight to the death?

Are all Victor's soldiers that weak?

Giancarlos pressed the walkie-talkie, left the blocked road section, and finally got it working. "We will go directly to Mexico City without rest."

"clear!"

"clear!"

…

The intercom blared with responses for each squad.

Giancarlos exhaled.

So exciting!

The drug dealers and Carlos are both crazy. They will definitely be waiting in front, and they will never give up until they kill Kwaukemot.

Kwaukemot is a well-known "pioneer in the fight against drugs". He has expressed his views on drug dealers on stage more than once. If you go back to the stage, will people be sick to death?

At this time, Kwaukmot, who was sitting in the armored vehicle, heard that there were no gunshots outside and the vehicle was moving. He knew that his "escape" was successful. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back.

But at this moment, a sudden sound sounded.

Quaukmot looked up suddenly, saw the phone on the seat opposite, and smiled to himself. This was too surprising.

He reached over, took it, and picked it up, "Hey!"

…

"Director, we got through!"

a secretary shouted, holding up the phone.

Victor, who was very anxious next to him, hurried over and said, "Hey, Giancarlos!"

"He's out there, Victor."

Victor was startled, "Kwaukmot? What's going on? Did something happen to you? I can't get through the phone."

The other party hurriedly recounted everything that had just happened, and finally said with a wry smile, "It seems that Carlos doesn't want me to enter the city alive."

Victor frowned.

Jason Bourne glanced at the boss's expression from the side, as if he wanted to kill someone else's son.

"Actually, I think we can make a bigger show." Kwaukmot on the other side thought for a moment, "If a TV station broadcasts my return to Mexico City live, even if Carlos and his men dare to take action, they won't dare to go too far, at most it will be an assassination."

Victor heard it and it really made sense.

"I am a classmate of Jonathan Aragon of the Mexican News Group. I am confident that he will support me now."

"? Do you know each other?"

Jonathan is the person in charge of the Mexican News Group and the eldest son of the Aragon family.

"I have known each other for more than 30 years. We used to live in the same dormitory. He has been helping me privately, but he can't go against the situation. Carlos is more powerful than me. He has a large drug trafficking group behind him. Jonathan has to take care of the family."

Kwaukmot took a look, "But it's different now. Carlos has made many stupid moves. Besides, Victor now has you. You are my voice. Jonathan will see the situation clearly."

This is so corny.

"Any words need to be proven by strength. We are at the dinner table now, not on the sidelines. If Jonathan refuses to cooperate, you can send a threatening letter. Victor, you are now more famous in Mexico than the drug dealers."

A military leader should have the style of a military leader.

Victor thought he was right.

It's just arrogance, who wouldn't?

"I will give a televised speech in San Luis Potosi, accusing Carlos of what he did, and announce the establishment of a new party! It is the greatest insult to me to be in cahoots with the umbrella of drug dealers!"

"I hope you can join us then."

Quaucmote still took the old path of his previous life. He broke up with Carlos and did re-establish a party, intending to use politics to restore Mexico to a bright and clear world.

But he later found that everything is new, but collusion with drug dealers and corruption and bribery are old, and they are even more rampant. He even met the drug traffickers in his office.

The other party sat in his chair and laughed at his "stupidity", thinking that he was just an idiot who didn't know how to adapt.

Cuauhcmote felt tired, and then resigned directly and disappeared from the political stage.

"As long as you hold high the banner of killing drug dealers, I will always help you, Cuauhcmote!" Victor said with a serious face.

If you fight drugs, we are good friends.

If you sell drugs...

We can only be enemies, and Victor doesn't care whether we have friendship or not.

Cuauhcmote also heard the hint in his tone, was silent for a while, and then said in a serious tone, "The son of Cardenas has never been a criminal!"

The son of the Aztec eagle also wants to fly.

"The plateau prison is my people. The prison guards there can be armed. When necessary, I can command them to attack the official residence. My troops will arrive at the city within 24 hours!"

Victor was very satisfied with his answer, thought about it and said in a deep voice.

The secretary next to him turned his head quickly, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Boss... No matter!

Loyalty!

He was fighting drugs, and it was only possible to cut off all the rotten branches on the trunk. Mexican drugs penetrated into his internal organs.

Politics is not a dinner party, it is fatal, and so is drug eradication.

We cannot take a step back!

In the hall, everyone was quiet, and Jason Bourne, the bold head of Mexico's International News Department, was also holding his breath.

The conversation between the two people determined the direction of an era.

Maybe failure, maybe success?

"No need, Victor." Cuauhcmote was also frightened by his boldness, and his tone was slightly gentler, "You are a policeman, I am a politician, what we need is drug eradication, not rebellion, drug eradication is our first goal, and the people will stand by us."

"We should mobilize all the forces we can mobilize!"

"There are still many knowledgeable people in Mexico."

Victor thought for a while, "Then I will send someone to protect your safety."

This time Cuauhcmote did not refuse, he agreed.

"Thank you, Victor."

"No, thank you for our common ideals!"

After hanging up the phone, Victor handed the phone back to the secretary. Seeing that everyone was looking at him with a "survivor" look, he smiled and said, "What? Are you afraid that I will be impulsive?"

The secretary shook his head hurriedly.

"If you fail, it's treason, if you succeed, it's GM!" Jason Bourne suddenly said something next to him.

Victor was stunned and looked at him, "I'm a policeman, I only stand for justice, and drug eradication is justice."

"Then if Carlos suddenly announced a drug ban, would you support him, boss?"

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Of course not."

"In Mexico, only the name Victor is justice!"

Okay...

You can say whatever you want.

Victor doesn't want to get involved in politics too much, he just wants to eradicate drugs.

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PS: Wow! Posting two together, today is another 10,000 words, too tired, neck hurts, everyone give a vote to support~