Working as a police officer in Mexico

A cemetery in Sinaloa.

Very quiet.

Even the birds in the trees became quiet, perhaps feeling sad.

Guzman, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, watched quietly as several men lowered the coffin into the pit.

Beside him stood several mistresses and their children.

Guzman has about 50 children in his life, and it's not like he can't afford them.

However, the death of Ainslie, whom he regarded as his successor, was also a major blow to him, and the hair on his temples turned a little gray.

That's what Victor wants!

If you, the drug dealer, feel uncomfortable if you don't kill him, then won't my "fighting drug with drug" anti-drug law be ineffective?

"Boss, my condolences."

Arturo Beltran Leyva also felt a sigh of relief. They had grown up watching Ainsley, but the business of drug trafficking was like this, and things could happen anytime and anywhere.

But the main thing is that Victor's methods are too "cruel"!

Even the undertaker couldn't help but vomited.

They even found a bomb in Ainsley's belly!

Apparently, the police planned to blow up a group of them, but some structure may have been damaged during the transportation, so they failed.

otherwise…

"Boss! Boss!"

Suddenly, I saw Hector running over, with a little nervousness on his face, and he even fell while running on the road.

"You're in a panic! What's going on!?" Arturo scolded his brother.

Hector swallowed, "Cuaucomote announced the establishment of a new political party in San Luis Potosi to impeach Carlos. He declared that if he takes office, he will leave no room to crack down on the drug trafficking industry."

"Victor announced his support and launched a campaign against other cities in Baja California. Fighting started, and fighting started again!"

Drug dealers are probably the most concerned about politics.

Because whoever comes to power determines their space for activities and the soil for their future survival, when he heard the name Kwaukmot, he instinctively frowned.

"TMD, didn't you kill him?" Guzman looked at Arturo.

The latter looked embarrassed and said, "No, there are too many escorts around him. Our people and the Mexican intelligence agency did not leave them behind."

"Then why don't you report to me!" Guzman stared.

Arturo looked at him, your son just died, I can't tell you "bad news". Guzman also understood the meaning in his cousin's eyes and was silent for a moment.

"Should we send someone to Tijuana for support?" Hector whispered, "There have been many calls there."

Guzman frowned and shook his head, "Let them recruit people in the city. We won't send anyone to support them. We don't want that place in Baja California anymore!"

Arturo also felt that was the best way.

Following Victor, who has such fierce firepower, into a head-on conflict, this is... a complete courtship of death.

I can only pray that my colleagues who are still active in Baja California wish themselves well.

Guzman looked back at the tombstone. On it was Ainsley's photo and the words: "Guzman's favorite son!"

"Ainsley, don't worry, I will send Victor down to stay with you!"

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Who is the most panicked person right now?

The remnants of drug trafficking in Baja California.

Tijuana!

As the former home of the drug cartel, even after the death of the Benjamin brothers, there will be no peace here.

Gulf Group, Juarez Group, Sinaloa Group…

They built this place as a front line, or buffer zone, against "Tyrant Victor".

Coupled with other organizations that were fragmented from the Tijuana drug cartel, this important town in northwestern Mexico quickly surpassed other cities with 120 murders per day, occupying the top spot in the crime rate.

Because it is 19 kilometers north of San Diego in the United States, you can see refugees everywhere on the streets, waiting to enter the United States.

They are also a source of instability in society.

On a street called: "Dios de la guerra", this is a gathering place for people, full of idle black people.

They fight, and the woman becomes a street girl, anesthetizing herself with cigarettes and drugs.

Some refugees with artistic talents sat on chairs and played the harmonica quietly.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Sitting on a bench, a black girl felt weak and looked up at her mother, her stomach growling.

Her mother held her hand tightly and looked nervously at the Mexican bargaining with her husband in front of her.

"NONONO, 20 US dollars, this is already the highest price. You see she is so thin and no one wants her. I have to raise her for a while."

The Mexican man was wearing a cowboy hat, chewing gum, glanced at the girl on the chair, and said to the man impatiently.

"Higher, higher~" the man begged.

The Mexican frowned and was about to continue grinding when he saw a pickup truck rushing into "Dios de la guerra" Street. A man with tattoos on his body stood on the roof of the car from the back pocket.

"The Sinaloa Group is looking for temporary workers, with an hourly wage of $25! Sign up!!!"

The refugees were stunned for a moment, but immediately became an uproar.

The hourly wage of 25 US dollars, NMMD, even if we are asked to go to war!

Many people crowded towards the front.

Even the man selling his daughter's eyes lit up and he was about to run over, but was stopped by the Mexican buyer, "Hey! What are you doing?"

"25 dollars an hour! Didn't you hear me? Let me go!"

"Idiot, is it so easy to get the money from drug dealers?"

The man hesitated, but heard the drug dealer standing above shouting, "Come on! The number of places is limited."

He forgot about it in an instant, broke free from the Mexican buyer's hand, and squeezed forward. The latter saw his behavior, shook his head, looked up at the drug dealer, and his sixth sense gave him a premonition that something was going to happen, so he ran out of the crowd.

The man squeezed in and signed up with his body, and ran to his wife and daughter with a smile on his face, "I found a job."

The woman was also happy, but she asked hesitantly, "Baruch, such a high salary, what on earth is it for? You are not going to sell drugs, right?"

The man named Baruch was stunned. He looked at so many people around him, "If you can make money by selling drugs, then go and sell drugs."

The wife sighed.

The child looked up, "Mom, what is drug trafficking?"

This made them not know how to answer, and they hesitated.

Just a few minutes after the Sinaloa cartel recruited people.

Pickup trucks from Juarez and Gulf cartel also rushed in, and they even used loud speakers.

"Juarez recruits, $50 an hour!"

"Gulf cartel recruits, $55 an hour!"

This made many refugees who signed up for Sinaloa regret it, but not all refugees were useless, and some felt something was wrong.

Why are drug dealers more nervous than each other?

"Sir, sir, what do you need us for!"

The drug dealer standing on the pickup truck looked down at the refugees below, with madness in his eyes, "It's okay, help us move things."

Can you get so much money just for moving things?

The refugees looked at each other, if Mexico can make money, then the United States next door will definitely make more!

The drug dealers looked at the expressions on their faces, their eyes were crazy.

Victor is coming!

Cannon fodder, wait to go to the battlefield!

…

"Go straight to the battlefield from the Mexicali Square!"

The troops were divided into three groups to encircle and suppress drug dealers in nearby cities!

Code: Heroic Operation! !

Victor can now be said to be strong and powerful. He has 700 EDM (Mexican Lions) under his command, the elite of the elite, all of whom have the lowest police rank of police sergeant and enjoy the best welfare benefits.

The second is the Violent Terrorist Mobile Team (EDTV), which has absorbed 600 new recruits and formed a 1,400-man force, which is definitely the backbone!

The rest is the EDN (Mexico National Emergency Team), which has only been trained for three months, with a total of 900 people, but this team is all good families from Guadalupe Island, and is definitely Victor's confidant!

In addition, they have learned more than a dozen techniques and tactics including artillery tactics, individual tactics, radio codes, etc. in these three months. Anyway, they can't be quickly mastered in a short time if they are stuffed into their brains.

But this time, they were pulled up to encircle and suppress drug dealers, so that they can experience the atmosphere of war, mainly to help.

The local security will be handed over to the newly established "National Guard"!

There is also an armed formation with 30 helicopters!

Anyway, we have points in hand, so we just use them as much as we can. This air force exceeds at least 40% of the countries on Blue Star. Victor originally planned to exchange it for military aircraft, but this thing...

It irritates the Mexican authorities too much.

After all, they are still using antiques.

It's better to wait until Cuauhcmote comes to power, and he has already thought of the name.

"Mexican Air Police Force!"

Is it not too much for Victor to be the commander?

...

Baruch carried the sandbags, his eyes tired.

He was strong and was sent to pile sandbags at the gate of Tijuana, but he still couldn't figure out what this thing was for?

Look at those drug dealers...They even set up...machine guns next to them!

That was a machine gun. He had seen it in the warlord's army in his hometown in Africa. He panicked. Is this going to be a war?

He ran away because he didn't want to fight. Why, there is still a war here?

"What are you doing? Hurry up and move it!"

A drug dealer saw Baruch in a daze, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at him, hitting his head. Baruch came to his senses in pain and nodded hurriedly.

These drug dealers are inhumane, how could they let them rest.

Buzz buzz buzz...

Just then, Baruch heard a sound in the air and raised his head in confusion.

He saw 1.2.3...7 helicopters appearing not far away, and he counted them!

Baruch's eyes widened suddenly.

"Helicopter! Helicopter!" The drug dealer who threw the stone at him shouted sharply, and there was a panic at the door.

And Baruch didn't know whether he was scared or numb, but stared straight.

He saw that the helicopters didn't come over, and there was something hanging below?

It seemed to be...tanks? ! !

It should be, right?

It's 1 kilometer away from Tijuana.

Zolf Sherman, commander of the terrorist mobile team, frowned. The helicopter propeller gave him a headache, but he was still happy when he saw the transported thing.

"Wiesel" 1 airborne armored vehicle!

Porsche's flagship product.

It is equipped with a 20mm machine gun, surface-to-air missiles and anti-aircraft missiles, of course, these are optional.

However, if these 7 armored vehicles are properly coordinated, they are enough to run rampant in the city.

It's just that the protection is a bit fragile.

But there is no way. Are there any armored vehicles or tanks with high firepower, high rate of fire, good mobility, and strong defense?

You can't have your cake and eat it too!

"Hurry up and take it off!"

The police officer climbed up and unhooked the rope.

"In 45 minutes, siege Tijuana!!"

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