Working as a police officer in Mexico

Manfred von Richthofen stood by the window of the barracks with a cigarette in his mouth.

Copying the "Military Code"?

The "Red Baron" is illiterate!

He suddenly raised his eyebrows and saw the P-51 staggering back in the distance. He looked at it and wondered why one was missing?

The other planes were also staggering, and the wings were severely damaged. When they landed, they almost all landed on their heads, directly scraping sparks on the runway. The ground crew who had been notified long ago rushed forward.

Manfred von Richthofen also ran out of the door.

He saw several pilots slowly climbing down.

"Where is Super 68? Where is Migos?" He grabbed Ernst Udet's shoulder and asked loudly.

The latter drooped his head, "He was hit by a missile and parachuted."

Manfred immediately felt his heart pressed down. Migos was his best friend, and the two were both teachers and friends.

Parachuting means death!

The drug traffickers led by Guzman will not abide by the Geneva Convention.

"Hurry! Be careful, send him to the hospital."

A pilot with a broken abdomen was carried off the plane, and the ambulance that had been prepared long ago sounded the alarm and sent him directly to the airport hospital.

But given the medical conditions here, he had to be sent to the rear.

Manfred von Richthofen clenched his fist, "Guzman!"

The Super 68 was shot down, and it was like a haze covering everyone.

In Tijuana and Lower California.

Many people woke up from a sleep.

Suddenly found something wrong.

On TV, a middle-aged announcer with an orthodox appearance said in a serious tone, "Mexican News Agency Tijuana time August 14:"

"Mexican News Agency, under the order of the Governor's Mansion, issued the following statement on August 14, 1990..."

"The drug traffickers headed by Guzman have repeatedly challenged the bottom line of being a human being. Recently, they have continuously dispatched armed personnel to carry out inhumane attacks on government-controlled areas, attacking and injuring civilians. Their behavior is despicable and seriously threatens Mexico's peace and security and undermines its international image. The Northern Anti-Drug Force is entrusted by the people and the Mexican government to carry out comprehensive internal cleanup activities."

"On the evening of August 13, Tijuana time, three regiments with a total of more than 9,000 people were dispatched. Before dawn, they successively captured seven towns including "San Blas", "Topolo Bampo" and "Joyce" in one night. The front line was less than 400 kilometers away from Culiacan, the capital of Sinaloa!"

"Justice will prevail!"

"Victor will prevail!"

"The cause will prevail!" Victory!"

There were children wearing newsboy caps running fast on the road, shuttling through the streets. "The anti-drug force announced that it is recruiting people from outside. Mexican citizens aged 18 to 35 can go to sign up. If there is a family member serving in the anti-drug force, the whole family will have free medical care!"

"Northern Military University, Tijuana Military Academy, Victor Special Operations Academy, and Mexico's Northern Military Theoretical University announced that they are recruiting people from outside! Enrolled in the school, you will immediately have a police rank, and tuition and living expenses are all free!"

"The Governor's Mansion announced: From today, August 14, all elementary, junior high, and university tuition fees in the actual control area will be waived, and people over 70 years old will receive 300 pesos per month from Tijuana!"

"In addition, resident families in the actual control area are exempted from taxes, water, electricity, and salt fees, and low-income people will be subsidized!"

The day after he took office as governor, Victor threw out a series of education and livelihood policies that had been prepared long ago.

Everyone was dizzy!

Although there are more than 30 million people at present, there are actually not many people over 70 years old, probably between 500,000 and 1 million.

Mexico has a very healthy population structure.

After all...

You can live to 70 years old in such a place.

Oh my god, a centenarian!

At least there is absolutely no problem with luck.

The policy of exempting resident households from taxes on water, electricity, and salt and light has rapidly increased Victor's supporters in the slums.

After this set of combined punches, all the people in Sonora and Lower California are excited!

"Long live Victor! Long live the Northern Alliance!"

A middle-aged man with glasses threw pesos down from the tallest building in Tijuana, and hundreds of people gathered below and followed suit.

In another square, hundreds of people "organized" to hold up photos of Victor and Casare to celebrate, and they sang songs belonging to the leader.

At this time, Victor was standing in the office, overlooking the bottom.

He could feel someone shouting his name.

He plans to increase the number of employees in the original Gold Finger Army from the current 3,000 to 10,000, and add 7,000 new backbones, who will serve as grassroots squad leaders, and use them as the pillars to recruit about 60,000 new soldiers.

The remaining 2,000 Gold Finger employees will develop in finance, entertainment, sports and education.

Directly improve the quality of personnel!

The only drawback is that the 2.3 billion points are rapidly reduced in a flowing manner, leaving only 600 million lonely.

The number of navy, army and air force police teams has reached 110,000!

If this is not a warlord, who the hell is a warlord?

Victor was a little intoxicated, watching this originally muddy country gradually get better under his own hand-in-hand control.

This vanity and sense of accomplishment made him feel wonderful.

He even had time to have a drink or two, facing the sun in the sky, raised his glass, "Cheers."

But the next second, the door was knocked, and Casare walked in, "Boss, the casualty report has been counted."

"Read it."

"The ground police force lost 221 people killed, 112 seriously injured, 1,789 slightly injured, 21 armored vehicles of various types, and 17 artillery pieces."

"The Air Force lost a P-51 fighter, 3 fuselages were damaged, and one person was killed."

"A total of about 2,171 enemies were killed and wounded, and 1,210 were captured!"

Casare was also very excited, "Great victory! This should be the greatest achievement of the Mexican regular army after being defeated by the United States more than a hundred years ago."

This is not shameful at all.

Victor also smiled, "Well done, the prisoners were thrown into the concentration camp to build roads, and this report was sent to the Americans, and then they mentioned their assistance to us."

Godfather, I am so capable, why don't you invest a little more?

You see, I am more capable than your sons.

"The body of the fallen Jorgos, try to get it back from there." Victor received the news that the P-51 was blown up by Sam last night.

To be honest...

Although it is a bit surprising, it is acceptable.

There is no absolutely awesome weapon, and any weapon has its opponents. The M1A2 main battle tank worth more than 8 million US dollars will have to flee when it sees an RPG worth a few thousand dollars?

The Soviet Union was so powerful, and the steel torrent frightened Europe, but in Afghanistan, you still have to kneel on the ground and howl when you meet armed men coming out of the jungle.

There is no 100% certainty in fighting.

Who can say that they can survive from the beginning to the end?

Those who can survive in the war, not all, at least 8 points rely on luck.

It can only be said that Jorgos was unlucky and was shot down.

Casare nodded, "I have contacted them, but... the drug dealers are very resistant."

"Then use the body of Guzman's mother in exchange, and then tear her apart with the P-51, and sew her back to the other party. "

Casare laughed awkwardly, "Boss, you mentioned the possibility of using a P-51 to dismember Guzman's mother. The Joint Operations Command has evaluated that it is not advisable."

"It is difficult from a technical perspective."

The most important thing is that she is 70 years old. If you mess with her, she may die faster. Isn't this a bargain for her?

After hearing what the professionals said, Victor could only let go of this idea. He sighed twice and felt a little sorry, and put the wine glass on the table.

"Then use the Hummer, it's a bargain for her."

"If Guzman asks for a living person..."

"Let him die. If he doesn't want it, tell him that we will throw his mother's body into the pit and let people shit every day."

Casare suddenly thought of this picture in his mind and shuddered.

Going to shit late at night, there is an old woman buried under your toilet. It's absolutely exciting to think about it.

"He is a filial son. If you don't agree, scold him with a loud speaker. I want to see if he has the shame.

"Next suggestion. "

Victor narrowed his eyes and said that to deal with drug dealers, you have to be more shameless than them, what moral bottom line.

Does the law say that we should be moral?

Let go of personal qualities and enjoy an immoral life...

Uh...Victor's bottom line is the law.

"We have already connected with the Veterans Center in the United States. They said that there will be a veterans' work negotiation meeting in August and we need to send people there." Casare turned a page of the notebook and said.

"Then you go, and the combat department can send a few people to assist."

"Then the welfare benefits..."

"Ordinary soldiers with less than 6 years of service will not be recruited. The years of service in special forces and special forces can be appropriately reduced. The specific salary will be your responsibility. Don't recruit too many people. We are just testing the waters this time. "

We have to give the Americans some face.

Going on a business trip to the United States?

Casare was a little nervous when he heard this.

This is his "first time".

He can also go to see his brothers and sisters. He was in a hurry last time and didn't have time.

This time he can see them properly.

It's been more than a year since they last met.

I don't know how those kids are doing, and how is my mother now.

"Okay."

Casare wrote a paragraph on the notebook he brought with him, frowned and looked at the next motion.

He lowered his head and scratched a line on the notebook with his fingers, paused, "17 countries have already listed Mexico as a red area, and the United Nations will propose to list Mexico as a hot spot at the general meeting in November. Mexico City means that they hope we can send people to Vienna, Austria. ”

!!!

This is because other countries also feel that the exchange of fire between Victor and drug dealers has deviated from the framework of police and criminals.

Fuck!

Whose police use Katyusha?

Your drug dealers number tens of thousands?

And they have anti-aircraft weapons and armored vehicles. Isn’t this…isn’t this NMD the army?

This is a conflict between government forces and rebels!

It is necessary to remind the people of the country to go as little as possible. What if they die?

But if the United Nations makes it a hot spot, it will definitely be a major blow to Tijuana’s economy. The pillar industry is tourism.

Victor’s face sank when he heard the news.

“We must at least show that we are capable of protecting tourists and suppressing drug dealers, so that the United Nations can see our hope.” Casare murmured.

That is to at least make himself perform better before November.

Victor frowned and thought carefully, "There are still three months, don't worry, do you have another question?"

"Next question..."

Casare flipped through his notepad and said, "The Tijuana Educational Institution proposes to write your name into the textbook."

"Ahem, isn't this not good?"

Victor was startled when he heard this, and there were some polite words on his lips, but before Casare could speak, he added, "From now on, every school should have a sculpture of me in it."

"I want to be with the flowers in Mexico and watch them grow."

really!

Still so shameless.

By then, he will really be like Turkmenistan’s Niyazov.

That guy built 14,000 sculptures all over his country.

"As for the funds, let the people who run the casino contribute, and you tell them that the time has come to dedicate themselves to me." Victor thought for a moment while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Casare looked at him with an expression on his face, "This... they have come here several times to complain about poverty, saying that our tax rate is too high."

Boss, you are really stingy!

You can't even think of a penny.

The bosses of the casino would "of course" "agree" and they swore at gunpoint that it was definitely Victor's.

Victor glanced at Casare and sneered, "Businessmen will not do anything without profit. If you tell them this piece of shit is worth 100 US dollars, they will come up with an advertising slogan for this piece of shit: A piece of stinky shit. , the lasting fragrance spreads for a long time.”

"Just think about it, don't you?"

Casare thought about it for a moment, and it really was.

"I don't know how the wealthy class is like in other countries, but here, you are just a pig. Whenever I need money, I will bring one or two over and kill them. If they dare to immigrate..."

"Then freeze all their assets. No businessman's ass is clean. As long as you have a gun in your hand, they will be your granary."

This makes perfect sense.

Authoritarianism is on the rise.

Casare's hands felt so itchy that he wanted to lift them up.

Mexico belongs to you, it belongs to me, but overall, it belongs to Victor!

…

Culiacan!

The city center was in shambles.

The bombs dropped by the P-51 bombing squadron destroyed many institutions of the Sinaloa drug cartel. The building Ernst Udet specifically targeted was the "hub", including Guzman's office. this.

When he came out of the bunker and saw this scene, he was shaking with anger.

"Boss, we shot down a plane, but the pilot committed suicide." His cousin Arturo said solemnly, standing on the rocks in the ruins.

"Where's the body?" Guzman took a deep breath and asked.

The other party raised his hand from a distance.

I saw the body of the pilot named Migos Jose Anthony being... nailed to a cross.

The eyes were gouged out.

Even half of his face was smashed.

"The brothers were very angry and entertained him a little. Tijuana has sent someone to contact us, hoping to take the body back."

"He, Victor, is dreaming!" Guzman said directly.

"Let him trade with my mother!"

Arturo sighed softly, it was over, his aunt was going to die.

Victor will make bacon out of your mother!

"TMD! We're going to get on the bomber too!" Guzman gritted his teeth as he looked at the ruins. He was lucky enough to be hiding in the bunker. If not, it would have been a disaster.

But what if we encounter an earth-penetrating bomb?

Will you have this kind of luck next time?

"Call that Soviet guy and ask him if he has bombers, and by the way, ask him if he has the latest anti-aircraft missiles."

"TMD, I don't accept it!"

Throw money!

"Let those poor guys from the Aryan Brotherhood take the payment for the goods! Damn, why do you take drugs if you don't have money? Just believe in Jesus."

He wants to engage in a military competition with Victor.

What you have, I want to have too. Aren’t they just bombers?

I'll call my "Doraemon" right now.

Victor Bout, the organization needs you!

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