Working as a police officer in Mexico

What was Guzman doing on the phone?

What can I say to drug dealers?

If the situation is not mutually exclusive, either you will die or you will perish.

Victor frowned and glanced at Casare.

As a confidant, "Fat Tiger" understood immediately.

What kind of thing are you?

What kind of thing is my boss, let him take over?

Lose your share!

Victor is now the governor of the Northern Province. Anyone who comes to Mexico in the future will not be able to bypass him. You, a small drug dealer, plan to talk to him directly. Isn't this just like Katyusha swatting mosquitoes-overkill?

Casare took the phone from the secretary, and even Victor felt like he was swearing when he spoke.

"Hey, isn't this a dutiful son? What? Mr. Guzman wants to see your mother's other leg?"

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Top mexican jokes.

Do you want to collect all five fragments and summon your mother to appear?

The smile on Casare's face froze, he looked at the boss and sneered, "He died."

Guzman, who was in his office, kicked the broken cell phone away from the ground. His face was turning blue and purple, his mouth was trembling, and his body was shaking with anger. When he heard those words just now, he couldn't hold it back and just threw it away. The phone was smashed.

No one can bear this kind of insult.

Guzman's chest heaved rapidly with anger. He opened the drawer, took out a box of pills, poured a few pills into his hand and stuffed them into his mouth.

The doctor said that he was a bit anxious and irritable and needed to control his anger. He was under too much mental pressure and could easily explode one day.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, picked up the other phone on the table, with trembling hands, suppressed his anger and dialed again.

"I... let's negotiate, give my mother back to me, and I will give up 3 cities in Chihuahua!"

Casare on the other end was startled when he heard this. He quickly covered the phone and looked at Victor, "Boss, Guzman wants to negotiate..."

"Winners never have to negotiate."

Victor exhaled the cigarette, "Tell him that if it belongs to Victor, my soldiers will get it personally. In two days, his mother will be tried in the Tijuana Plaza. He can watch it on TV. By the way, I will use a Humvee to kill her." Mom pulls away!”

"I have to see how much horsepower a 70-year-old woman can handle."

"Victor!@!@#$%!"

Guzman's curses came over the phone, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Victor smiled. You see, the other party was really anxious.

I thought the other party didn't care.

Casare cut off the call directly, and Guzman's voice stopped abruptly.

"Boss, do you really want to divide her mother into five pieces... no, four pieces?"

Victor is a little obsessed with the "Hummer dismemberment" he invented, and he must promote it to the whole world.

"Old people have to suffer more."

Casare nodded and glanced at Jason Bourne. The two looked at each other. Sure enough, the boss treated everyone equally!

He did not shoot the other party 70 times just because he was 70 years old. He was a model of conscience.

Victor dropped the cigarette on the ground.

"I command!"

"The forward troops are advancing across the board as planned!"

…

"Ofregon Military Airport" is brightly lit.

Seven newly assembled P-51s were lying on the tarmac, and the US military logo on them had not yet been scraped off.

The siren suddenly sounded, and the ground crew below directed the P-51 to drive out of the apron, while the pilot sitting above gave them a thumbs up, indicating that he was ready.

The ground crew listened to the orders coming from the headsets, waved the flag, the P-51 on the runway roared, kicked the accelerator, and flew into the sky with the MK82 series low-drag bombs hanging.

Tonight, 7 P-51s will be dispatched to bomb the 2nd Regiment of the Lord's Division stationed in the border area of ​​Sinaloa!

The ground troops will all press forward and swallow these 4,500 people directly!

There are actually only 12 fighter pilots in Victor's hands, and they were eliminated very early. This is different from helicopter pilots. The former has higher requirements and is usually protected like gold.

This time it finally came in handy.

"The "Governor" air bombing squadron has set off, please follow up with ground troops, over." The tower commander said with a microphone.

"receive."

The Mexican Combat Joint Department opposite was also busy. They were dispatching in an orderly manner, and they saw a police inspector contacting the ground troops on the front line.

"Ground troops follow, repeat, ground troops follow!"

"clear."

Kennedy Heisenberg, who was in charge of frontline command, waved his hand and stood on a Humvee, "Forward!"

If you adjust the pipe again, those who don’t know better may think it is MacArthur, the five-star general.

All the ground troops were already sitting on the vehicles. Following an order, the three regiments stormed into Sinaloa from three corners from different stations!

The war has completely begun!

The 2nd Infantry Regiment defends the northern city of "San Blas" in Sinaloa, which has a population of about 120,000 and is the "first line of defense" highlighted by Guzman.

On a rooftop somewhere in San Blas.

A young couple was doing what they like to do, and when they were about to have sex, they heard a roar in the sky. The man with his eyes closed opened his eyes, and in the moonlight, he saw several planes flying overhead. , dropped a "black and white" thing not far away.

Then…

boom! ! !

A huge explosion formed a ball of fire rising into the sky, lighting up the dark night instantly!

"Ah!!" the female companion exclaimed, covering her mouth, and the mine on her chest was shaking.

"Oh my God!" the man murmured with his eyes wide open. Just after he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice again. Three more planes flew over from a distance and dropped bombs in several places in "San Blas".

Chaos!

The whole city was in a mess.

"Quick, run." The man shouted in panic.

"Wait, wait for me, I'm not wearing any clothes." The woman shouted in horror, but the male companion ran away dragging an elephant's trunk.

It was really ruthless.

But it also indirectly pointed out a problem. Women pay more attention to physical shame than men. Look, why don't men have sex?

Because even if you are spread out, your first thought is, TMD, don't mosaic me, give me a close-up.

It doesn't matter if you run around naked.

Women can't.

The P-51 bombed several important targets. Three 500-pound bombs were dropped on the barracks of the 2nd Regiment. The real shock wave of the 500-pound bomb had a TNT charge coefficient of 45%, which means that there were nearly 225 pounds (almost 100 kilograms) of pure explosives in one bomb.

The direct killing radius was 100 to 150 meters.

In other words, if you drop it, it is basically impossible for you to escape.

But it is not realistic to blow them all up. Many drug dealers came out in shorts and fired at the sky with weapons.

Some people also pushed out the anti-aircraft guns in the warehouse.

Military literacy has really soared several levels in just a few months.

"Return! Super 69! What are you doing?!" The squadron leader originally ran away after seeing that the bombs were dropped, but suddenly saw a P-51 in the formation circling in the sky and flying towards the bottom at a high speed.

No one responded even if he shouted in the headset.

After the P-51 nicknamed "Super 69" dived down, the four 20mm Hispano cannons in front of it fired at the ground.

Whoosh whoosh...

Bang bang bang!

The bullets hit the ground and created dust. The drug dealer holding the gun was shot into a big idiot. There was no need to rescue him at all.

"Fire! Fire!!!"

The operator sat behind a ZU-23-2 anti-aircraft gun and fired at the "Super 69", but the opponent was like a butterfly, lightly pulling up the altitude, making a chic turn, and shooting behind the anti-aircraft gun.

The drug dealers who were leaning on the surroundings went straight to hell.

"Oh my!" The pilot shouted excitedly, and after seeing more and more people, he followed the formation and flew away.

Looking at the plane going away, the commander of the 2nd Regiment gritted his teeth, "Americans!"

The paint on the plane still said USA!

The Americans have joined the war on drugs!

"Quickly put out the fire and rescue the wounded."

After he gave the order, he was about to report the news to Guzman when he saw the staff officer running over in a panic, "Captain, the 4th Company outside the city asked for help, and Victor's men are coming."

"What!"

...

No one thought that Victor's army would launch a surprise attack.

In front of the well-prepared anti-drug forces, even the powerful drug dealers were caught off guard.

The three cities of "San Blas", "Topolovanpo" and "Joish" were attacked one after another.

"Bang~"

The main gun of the M1A2 main battle tank is an M-256 120mm 44-caliber smoothbore gun. It roared loudly, and a depleted uranium alloy armor-piercing shell hit a small building.

It directly broke down the load-bearing wall.

Oh my god...

With a loud bang, half of the floor collapsed.

Buried everyone inside.

The tracks of the M1A2 main battle tank pressed on the gravel, making a creaking sound. There were two Weasel "1 airborne armored vehicles!" on the left and right to prevent the sudden appearance of infantry.

During World War II, Taijun Happy Stick was famous for a long time.

A steady stream of ground troops continued to pour into the city.

They began to enter the street battles that the anti-drug forces loved the most.

If you don't surrender...

Fuel-air bombs will be used directly.

No grass will grow!

As long as I don't care about the buildings, there won't be too many casualties!

When the P-51 returned to the "Obrecón Military Airport", a group of ground crew members had already prepared, refueling and hanging bombs.

It can't just fly once, right?

At least it has to provide aerial bombing for the ground troops all night.

As soon as the pilot on the "Super 69" came down, the squadron leader grabbed his collar and pressed him tightly on the plane.

"Manfred von Richthofen! What are you? American Superman?!"

"Why don't you obey orders!"

The young man who was held down was only in his early 20s. He was stunned, "Captain, I just want to kill more of the enemy's manpower."

"You are not needed for this!" The squadron leader shouted loudly, "It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders, and leave the ground matters to the ground! You, Inspector Manfred, are not needed for the next bombing mission. Get back to your room and copy the military duties!"

The squadron leader pushed him away and said to the police officers watching nearby, "Ernst Udet, you take his place."

A freckled but burly young man in the crowd responded quickly, with joy in his eyes.

"Reflect on this carefully, otherwise, I will propose to Mr. Victor that you be transferred to the aviation school to be established as an instructor. Please remember that your plane is more important than your life!" The squadron leader left with a dark face.

Manfred von Richthofen looked blank. The police officers around him had work to do and all dispersed. At most, someone familiar patted his shoulder.

"Hey, Ernst, stop looking. Get ready quickly. Don't mess around in the sky." A ground crew member touched the freckled young man and said.

Ernst Udet nodded, "Okay!"

He glanced at Manfred, put on his helmet and climbed onto the plane.

The P-51 with bombs loaded took to the sky again.

This time the target...

The capital of Sinaloa: Culiacán!