Working as a police officer in Mexico

Bang, bang, bang!

Bullets hit the luxury cars like rain.

No matter what Mercedes-Benz, Maverick...

Damn, they will all become scrap metal!

Not practical at all.

I don’t know why so much money was wasted. It can’t even defend against a bullet of a few millimeters!

Ugh!

Rubbish!

This is why sales are poor.

The troop carrier was targeted.

The armed personnel who were still dazed and a little sleepy were killed instantly. Luckily, there was one who leaned on the outside and jumped out of the car in a hurry when the gunshots rang out.

But it was also unlucky.

This time, the front of his foot hit the door of the troop carrier and he fell directly from it. His head hit the ground directly, and his neck was twisted at a weird angle.

Staring, he didn’t expect that he would be so unlucky.

There should be no hope...

This is...

So nonsensical.

This kind of quality is like a guerrilla.

Gather at the village entrance! Bring your own spear, shield, helmet, armor and knife! The master will provide meals!

The doors of the two vans suddenly opened, and the M2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine guns were placed at the door, firing at the roadside!

The bullets flew past Rommel's scalp.

Fortunately, the adjutant Fedor von Bock pulled him, otherwise, he would really die here.

A corporal holding an M72LAW rocket launcher completed aiming and firing within 3 seconds, and the tail wing screamed towards the van!

The armed man driving the heavy machine gun was wearing sunglasses and was happily shooting, thinking it was a little thief from somewhere, but damn, a rocket flew out of the grove!

"Ah~" He opened his mouth suddenly, and the glasses fell off his face. He had no time to run, so he could only say, "OMG!"

Boom~!

The van was blown up into the sky, of course this is an exaggeration, it just turned into a fireball and hit a Porsche heavily, directly turning it from convex to concave, and the people inside didn't even scream.

Rommel took out the whistle and blew it hard.

Fedor von Bock, the adjutant next to him, screamed and rushed out with the M16. After hearing it, a company of soldiers also got up from the ground and rushed to the road.

Suddenly hundreds of people rushed out.

Who the hell can stand it?

"Surrender! We surrender!" Four or five people knelt on the ground and threw their weapons on the ground.

"Lie down! Lie down!" Adjutant Fedor von Bock shouted loudly, looking at them vigilantly

But the other party's accent was obviously from outside the province, and Fedor's tone was not very good, so those people were obviously very nervous.

Chirping!

Fedor von Bock was so angry that he pulled the trigger directly!

Bang bang bang~

Kill them all.

"Fuck! Can't you speak Spanish?" He raised his middle finger to the corpse, and fired three shots at a person's head.

It feels much better!

See, mastering one more foreign language can really save lives sometimes.

"Deputy company commander, there is a survivor!"

Not far away, a corporal dragged a woman out of a Mercedes-Benz car, dragging her hair. The other party cried and begged constantly, even kneeling on the ground and shouting, but fortunately, she could speak Spanish.

"Don't cry..." Fedor von Bock comforted her, but the other party was still crying, he went up and slapped her in the face, pulled her hair, and twisted it hard, "Shut up! Bitch!"

"If you cry again, I'll take you by the hand!"

The woman was in tears, trembling with fear, and could only sob softly.

The soldiers next to him were used to it. Do you really think Victor's soldiers have good tempers?

"Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?" Fedor von Bock asked with narrowed eyes.

"I... I don't know."

Bang!

A slap!

"I'll give you another chance!"

The woman's face was swollen and her teeth fell out. She couldn't stand it anymore. She cried and there was blood in her mouth. "I really don't know!"

"You're being stubborn!" Fedor von Bock went up and started to slap the other person's face. He slapped her face until it was black and blue.

After hitting her for more than ten times, the other person was slapped unconscious.

The platoon leader next to him couldn't stand it anymore. "Deputy company commander, could it be... she really doesn't know."

Fedor von Bock raised his eyebrows, looked down at the pig-headed woman, and kicked her in the stomach. "You don't know, and you still don't say it! You're not honest at all!"

He was so hot-tempered that he pulled the bolt and emptied the magazine at the woman.

"Waste of time!"

The officers and soldiers were all silent.

It was said that the deputy company commander was hit on the head by a shell during the previous drug raid. It seemed that his head was really injured.

He walked back to Rommel, cursing, and saw the other holding a certificate.

Fedor von Bock looked at the cover of the certificate and frowned. It was a badge, in the shape of a perfect circle, with a thin golden ring on the outer circle and a blue background in the middle of the circle.

In the upper part of the circle, the words "CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY" in white font surrounded most of the circle, that is, the "Central Intelligence Agency". In the lower part of the circle, there was a yellow ribbon with "United States of America" ​​written in red font on it. These two words together clearly pointed out that the organization represented by this badge was the "United States Intelligence Agency".

Not to mention, the badge was quite nice.

But why would the CIA appear in Sinaloa openly?

Don't talk about undercover!

Your undercover agent brings his ID when he goes out.

Still riding in so many luxury cars?

"CIA? These people are Americans? No wonder, I feel a little sick when I see them." Fedor von Bock said in surprise.

"Does the deceased in this certificate match the person?" Rommel glanced at him and asked the sergeant in front of him.

"That's right, the man was killed in the car. He was shot in the chest. His face was not damaged. You can see clearly..." the sergeant nodded.

"Company commander, company commander~" At this time, a corporal was shouting not far away, and Rommel ran over, "What's wrong!"

"This! Do you think it looks like the 10 of Hearts in the Poker Wanted? Treviño Morales!" The corporal squatted down and lifted up a corpse, wiping the blood on his face, excitedly explain.

Treviño Morales, nicknamed "Z-7!"

The No. 3 figure in the famous killer group "Los Zetas" of the Sinaloa drug cartel, and also a survivor of the "Hermosillo Steel Plant", because everyone in the previous sequence died, he directly became the third in command.

Typically, as long as you live long, you can rise to the top!

He was notorious for being ruthless and ruthless, and was once described as "having fun is making life worse than death."

The Northern Governor's Palace and the Mexican government offered rewards of US$2 million and US$700,000 respectively for the capture of Treviño.

In 1988 he ordered the killing of 72 Central and South American immigrants in the northern Mexican town of San Fernando. The next year, authorities discovered mass graves and 278 bodies in the town...

It was all his fault!

"This guy can really run! He didn't die at the Hermosillo Steel Plant, but he was killed by us here!" the corporal said with great relief.

But Rommel frowned and looked at each other with Fedor von Bock, "Are the CIA and drug traffickers involved?"

"Drug dealers just blew up the Statue of Liberty..." Rommel murmured, but the next second he said to himself, "That's right, if the CIA is shameless, my mother can give it to others."

"But why are they getting involved with drug dealers? They can't deal with Mr. Governor, right?"

Fedor interrupted Rommel's thoughts, "Company Commander, I think this matter should be left to the intelligence department for verification. This matter can be big or small!"

"Yes, satellite phone! I want to contact General Kennedy directly!"

Because the establishment was small, company-level cadres were also allowed to speak directly to Kennedy in order to prevent sudden incidents.

The main thing on the battlefield is efficiency!

Of course, no one hits anyone without any reason.

Isn't that a lack of money?

When Kennedy, who was sitting at the command post, heard the "speculation" about this matter, his heart sank, "I understand, and I will convey it to Mr. Governor."

He has thought enough, the CIA is actually working with drug dealers?

Whose idea was that?

Does the White House have a grudge against Victor?

Or is it the CIA's own decision?

After hanging up the phone, Kennedy didn't dare to stay for a moment and called directly to Tijuana.

Mr. Victor!

Your godfather doesn’t love you anymore!

…

new work time!

In KFC.

Casare, Victor's number one lackey, looked happy.

Because his mother and four younger brothers and sisters came to see her. They hadn’t seen each other for a long time, almost a year.

When the boss was just getting started, he was afraid that his family would suffer, so he asked Best to send them to the United States first. Later, when the "Police Family Home" on Guadalupe Island was established, he also thought about bringing them back.

But the education and resources in the United States are indeed better than those in Mexico.

Moreover, Victor didn't force them and just let them stay here.

Life was good, and he spent millions to buy a mansion, which directly transcended the class.

"Brother, eat it~" The youngest sister dipped the fries in ketchup and handed them to his mouth. Casare ate them with a smile and touched her head.

"Your aunt gave birth to a son." Camilla Sodi, Casare's mother, said with a smile. She still has dimples and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but it can be seen that she was very beautiful when she was young.

She was an actress when she was young, but she wasn't famous. XOOX is big and free-spirited, and she has a wide range of acting roles. She mainly plays some "you know" roles.

Later, when I was 18 years old, I met Casare's ghost father, a street singer. The two fell in love at first sight, but in fact they just fell in love.

At least the bust is 34E, who wouldn’t be confused after seeing it?

Casare was born when he was 20 years old, but his father hooked up with a drug dealer's girlfriend while he was out singing, and then... he was sent to see God.

Human nature is weak, but motherhood is strong.

He forced Casare's four children to grow up.

Now Camilla Sodi is not yet 50 years old.

The hard days in the past made her very poor, and she thought about selling her XX in exchange for money, but she has her pride, and now that Casare has made money, she also knows how to take care of herself. Her skin has improved a lot, and she looks like... The charm remains.

Don't let Victor see your mother.

Otherwise, he will come for real.

The age difference is less than 20 years.

Is this a gap?

As long as the steering wheel is good, an old car can drive 100 yards.

Later, there was a real man in France. His wife was 24 years older than him. When she graduated from college, he was just born. It was a "jaw-dropping" love story.

"Oh? What's your name?" Casare asked with a smile.

"Dragan!"

"??!" The smile on Casare's face froze when he heard the name. He couldn't help but think of his cousins ​​in his mind.

"Why did you choose this name?"

"Your aunt thinks he is Dragan and hopes he can grow up safely." Camilla Sodi said.

I hope he won't die young like his damn brother.

"I want to go back to Mexico to see her, and by the way, see Mr. Victor. I want to thank him for giving our family a good life."

Casare thought for a while, and the area controlled by the Governor-General of Mexico is not only very safe, but it is still 80% safe.

Who dares to cause trouble?

Who dares to cause trouble?

"Okay, you might as well go back and take a look."

Camila Sodi smiled happily and took out the paper to wipe the corners of her little daughter's mouth, but Casare's sharp eyes suddenly spotted a name tattooed on her mother's wrist.

It seems like a man's name?

He grabbed Camila Sodi's wrist and said, "Mom, what is this?"

"I know, I know!" the little girl raised her hands and said, "It's mom's boyfriend."

Camilla Sodi admitted generously and nodded, "Yes, what do you think?"

Casare looked into the other person's eyes. She was very nervous and her eyes were a little evasive. Obviously, her mood was not as calm as her tone made it appear.

"Of course, this is your freedom, Mom, you should find your love."

Seeing the other party's behavior, Casare said gently that he felt that his mother, who had worked hard all her life, should have her own life.

But before the smile on Casare's face faded, he heard his younger sister continue to say, "That man is 30 years younger than my mother! And...and he...he also takes drugs!"

"Felikna!" Camila Sodi yelled.

drug?

Casare squinted his eyes instantly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was very...

"Misunderstanding, Casare, he is not a drug addict." Camila Sodi hurriedly explained.

"Of course, don't worry, Mom, I won't listen to one side of the story. It's best if he's not a drug dealer. If he is..."

Casare paused deliberately, "I'll blow his head off!"

My boss, Mr. Victor, the anti-drug tyrant, and I, the anti-drug pioneer, tell me that the girlfriend my mother found is a drug addict?

Hehehe...

Do you really think Casare is a Buddhist?

Camila Sodi was very anxious: "Listen to me..."

"Mom, please let Felikna finish." Casare looked at him gloomily. This look made the other person tremble and feel a little scared!

That look...

Camila Sodi had seen it before, when she lived in the slums, through the eyes of a murderer!

"Felikna, can you tell brother, what else do you know? You can tell me if you know." Casare smiled and touched the heads of his younger siblings and said gently.

The second brother was older and knew that certain things should not be said, so he kept his head down. The third brother and fourth sister were young and ignorant. Although their mother's expression looked wrong, they hesitated and said it.

"One time, he was sleeping at our house, and I saw him take out a needle and give an injection to his arm. Here." Felikna pointed to her arm, "I saw you when I was in Mexico. Many people have used it.”

"Moreover, he also gave it to Felik and Curt. If mom hadn't come, they would have been injected by him. Mom even quarreled with him, and the man slapped mom."

"Slap in the face!"

With fire in his chest and a gloomy face, Casare looked at Camilla Sodi, who lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.

That awkward look made Casare feel sour, "Mom, where is he?"

"No, please, no~" Camila Sodi knew what her son was going to do, she begged.

"Mom, your son is different. He is no longer a Mexican policeman who is looked down upon by others. I am now the governor of the three states of the Northern Governorate of Mexico! I, the eldest, am the governor!"

"No one can bully my family and tell me where he is!"

"No, I like him very much..."

"Why do you keep taking drugs like this? Follow me back to Mexico, and I will introduce the boss to you!" Casare was furious and muttered.

"where is he?!"

But Camilla Sodi refused to say anything, and the surrounding guests also saw this scene and looked at it strangely, not knowing what was going on.

However, the girl sitting at the table closest to them heard it clearly and looked at him in surprise.

During the stalemate, the phone on the table rang.

Camilla Sodi stretched out her hand to take it, but Fatty Ka was faster. He turned on the phone and put it on speakerphone. A crooked voice came, "Honey, can you come to MGM?"

Casare looked at his mother, but she remained silent. However, the sister Felikna next to him was very smart and leaned over, "Mom is not here, what do you want?"

The man on the other end was startled, and then he cursed loudly in front of the child, "This bitch! Felikna, tell your mother to come over with the money quickly. I'm at MGM, don't delay my getting rich." "

"Remember, you must hurry up."

After saying that, he hung up.

Casare looked at Camilla Sodi expressionlessly, "Is this your boyfriend? He's a bitch all the time?"

The mockery in his tone made the latter a little embarrassed.

Casare took out a phone from his suit pocket and dialed a number, "Hey, go to MGM and find someone called..." He grabbed Camilla Sodi's wrist and looked at the name, which was neither English nor Spanish.

"What's his name?"

Camilla Sodi just refused to say it. A woman who had been alone for a long time was exactly like someone who had never been in love. She fell in love with him after just a few words.

Sometimes, women also feel inferior.

It's just PUA!

"This is Japanese, and his name is Noriyasu Kashima!" The girl who had been sitting and listening for a long time suddenly spoke.

Casare glanced at her, frowned, nodded, and picked up the phone, "A man named Kashima Noriyasu, find him..."

"Break his mouth and cut off his ears, I'll come to you later."

"Don't let him die so easily."

Casare said it lightly...

Mom...

Change your boyfriend!