Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mérida, the capital of the state of Yucatan, Mexico.

The air here is relatively humid.

My underwear is wet here.

In a house near the beach.

There was no light on, it was very dark!

"Eat! Eat! Fuck, are you going to eat it or not!" Carlos, the last of the four Beltran Leyva brothers, had a ferocious look on his face. He was holding corn paste in his hand and stuffing the spoon into Gu's body lying on the bed. Ziman's mouth!

Very rude.

Just a direct confrontation.

Guzman tilted his mouth and lay on the bed. His left hand made a one and his right hand made a six. It was obvious that he had seen too many 6+1.

He woke up, but as the doctor said, he was paralyzed!

He squinted at Carlos and shook his head vigorously, knocking over the cornstarch and spreading it all over the bed and on the other person's body.

Carlos stood up immediately, angrily stretched out his hand and slapped Guzman in the face from left to right, cursing, "Smelly bastard!! Are you going to fucking eat!!"

He grabbed Guzman's head and hit it hard on the bed, causing the latter to make a muffled sound of pain.

A big drug lord reduced to this...

Really are…

In fact, Carlos also collapsed. He could no longer contact his brother Arturo, and he knew from the news that it was Guzman's cousins ​​who controlled Sinaloa now. This means that Arturo is dead. Got it!

With Guzman, he could only hide and hide.

Now it seems like the whole of Mexico is looking for him!

No, I should say go to Guzman.

Carlos took a deep breath and looked at his cousin on the bed, "If you like it or not, I'll starve you to death!"

After saying that, he kicked the bowl on the ground and left with a dark face.

Guzman was lying on the bed, his mouth open, but unable to speak. His expression looked very dull. Suddenly, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

If his eldest son was still alive, he would never let himself be bullied like this. Unfortunately... he was killed by Victor!

He hates it so much!

A major drug lord who has caused strife in the world is now like an abandoned puppy, lying on an unknown little broken bed and crying.

Carlos walked out of the room, holding a cigarette in his mouth, raising his hands to his confidants who were warming themselves by the fire in the distance, and just shouted.

Just heard a gunshot!

The head of Carlos standing at the door exploded!

The skull was completely deformed and shattered into pieces!

His body leaned forward and rolled down the steps!

The last sapling of the Beltran Leyva family was declared dead.

The drug dealers brought by Carlos were frightened. In panic, some resisted while others fled.

A group of armed men raided the place and killed everyone with heavy firepower.

Guzman inside the house stared as he listened to the gunshots outside, saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and fear flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't have the energy to run!

No ability either.

Snap~!

The door was kicked open, Guzman turned his head with difficulty, and saw a figure walking in. The sun was behind him, which was a bit dazzling and could not be seen clearly.

"Mr. Guzman, long time no see!" There was a chuckle, and the face slowly came closer.

Astonishingly, it is the new generation leader of Jalisco: El Mencho!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are many people outside looking for you. Don't worry, I'm different from them. I won't harm you. Instead, I will take care of you like I take care of my father."

El Mencho grinned.

The big-faced man slowly approached Guzman, "I will help you regain your territory!"

The short man twisted his mouth and said, "Woooooooooo!!!"

"Shh~" Elmencho raised a finger to his lips, "No need to thank me, come on, take him away."

The boy behind him came up and grabbed Guzman, roughly like a wild dog on the roadside, and dragged him out.

Don't look at the dwarf as useless.

But there are still many people in Sinaloa who are loyal to him, and the new generation in Jalisco needs these people to join.

Mexico is now very "involved". After the six northern provinces were included in Victor's territory, they have long been wailing. Drug traffickers are fighting each other for the few cultivation areas.

Either develop or disband!

El Mencho is very ambitious!

He looked back at the house, took the grenade from his younger brother's hand, pulled the ring, and threw it in. With a bang, everything inside was blown up, and dust rushed out from the window next to it.

"Contact reporters and tell them that I, Al Mencho, have captured the big drug lord El Chapo Guzman, and I have the confidence and ability to protect Jalisco!"

"My soldiers can also give people safety!"

"And, announce the expansion of the military!"

The younger brother nodded hurriedly. They didn't understand why the boss would say this to ordinary people before, but recently they have tasted the sweetness.

The people no longer reject the new generation of Jalisco and will accept them!

This is called a war of public opinion!

"Boss, I heard that Mexico City intends to re-elect the mayor and governor. Do you think we should run?"

El Mencho's eyes lit up, "Maybe, we need a better reputation, let's go back to Guadalajara."

He is a drug dealer, but he is also a citizen. If there is a re-election, he will have to get involved.

As soon as he got into the car, he saw his younger brother hand over his cell phone with a strange look on his face, "Boss, I have your phone number. I'm looking for you."

El Mencho raised his eyebrows and took the phone, "Hey, where?"

"Nice to talk to you on the phone, sir..."

"Don't talk nonsense, where are you!" He interrupted the other party directly.

The person on the other end of the phone hesitated. Unexpectedly, he had such a strong temper, and quickly said, "Someone from the CIA wants to see you. They are willing to support you. Room 407 of the Hilton Hotel in Guadalajara."

El Mencho hung up the phone directly and frowned.

"Take someone to the Hilton Hotel and beat them up. Remember, be gentle." He said to his confidant.

He is a very cunning person. Some people say that El Mencho is a combination of the tact of the old-school drug dealers and the viciousness and viciousness of the new-school. There are many cautious people, but this is the only one who is both crazy and cautious.

"CIA wants to support itself?"

If it's true, then treat them like dogs and get more benefits. If it's false... no one should be that bored.

And there are only a few people who know their personal phone numbers.

"Mexico, it's getting more and more interesting."

…

Mexico City.

Cuaukmote walked out of the National Palace under the protection of several presidential guards.

He was going to attend an open class at a school.

When he was about to get in the car, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

Quaukmot turned around in confusion and saw his guard captain, Giancarlos, nicknamed "The Recruit", rushing out with soldiers on his left and right.

"What's wrong?"

Giancarlos looked around like a hawk, making everyone he targeted feel uncomfortable. Finally, his eyes rested on the secretary, "Mr. Nunez, something happened to you!"

Nunez's pupils shrank. When he saw the president looking at him with confusion, he forced a smile and said, "Gaanclos, I don't know what you mean."

"You don't need to know. The Ministry of Information and Information invites you to have tea. We will tell you about it slowly."

Nunez couldn't pretend anymore, so he knocked away the colleague next to him and put his hands into his arms. Nagacarlos was faster and shot him three times in the heart.

Quick and accurate!

In fact, there is usually no pain when being shot because adrenaline hits the head, but after waiting for a few seconds, the person was lying on the ground twitching.

A wall of guards stood nearby to protect Kwaukmot.

While Nunez was lying on the ground, an FN M1910 pistol fell out of his arms.

"What's going on?" Quaukmot said with a livid face.

"The Northern Intelligence Agency has intercepted information. There are many people in Mexico City who want to kill you and your family, and are plotting to usurp the throne!"

"But please rest assured that your family is safe and nothing will happen to you."

In addition to serving as the captain of the presidential guard, Giancarlos also served as the deputy director of the Mexican Ministry of Information. Similarly, Mexico's intelligence agencies were also disrupted and filled with Victor's people.

"Which people!?"

Giancarlos looked at him and called him some names.

After hearing this, Quaukmot looked at him in disbelief, "Impossible! They are all from the Workers' Party, and they are also my partners!"

"The real struggle is never how many partners there are on the road, but how many people persist. Sir, this road is full of corruption, depravity and desire. There are always people joining in, and there are always people getting off early."

Giancarlos meaningfully said something that Victor liked to say, "The real struggle begins now!"

Cuauquemot looked at Nunez's body with complicated eyes. This secretary had followed him very early, when he was just a civil servant with a low salary.

He followed him to establish the Workers' Party in San Luis Potosi, declared war on drug dealers, and witnessed the glory. He had a sister who was also raped and killed by drug dealers. Logically speaking, they were long-term comrades in arms.

Why?

Is it true that when faced with greater power, people will lose a lot?

reason? dream? human nature? All gone!

"Mr. President, Governor Victor's phone number." At this moment, Giancarlos handed over the phone.

Quaukmot took it with trembling hands.

"Victor~"

"Man, the struggle is never about human relations, it's about life and death. Let these people go and bury them."

"I plan to send another 600 troops to Mexico City."

"In three days, you can solve it yourself. After three days, I will solve it for you!"

There was no comfort in Victor's slightly gloomy and cold words, only iron blood!

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Quaukmot took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Giancarlos, "What do you need from me?"

"Please order their arrest!"

"No."

Quaukmot shook his head and gritted his teeth, "Death to the traitors! Bury them all alive!"

"Understood! Sir!" Giancarlos shouted excitedly.

At this time, Victor, who was in Tijuana, directly called him, George Smiley, and said something to him.

"I allow you to expand the Thirteen Taibao and serve as the person in charge. The number will be 3,000. They will be selected from various units. They will be independent of the Information Bureau and will only be accountable to me."

"The only thing you have to do is..."

"Loyal!" George Smiley learned to answer.

"Go ahead. I hope to see Taibo in all walks of life, even in the mountains and oceans of Mexico. You are my last barrier."

George Smiley saluted solemnly, and when he walked out of the door, there seemed to be a figure named Heinrich Luipold behind him.

The "Empire's Sharp Knife" began to show its fangs.

Victor opened the notebook, and he was designing the flag himself.

A symbol that could unite everyone to attack drug dealers and evil!

But why does this symbol look so crooked?

…

Sinaloa. Culiacan, northern suburbs, night.

On the temporarily flattened tarmac.

The air force dispatched 4 CH-47 "Chinook" helicopters and 7 Mi-8s, and took advantage of the night to airlift a company of armed forces, 7 LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicles, and 3 "Spinster" 1 airborne armored vehicles.

This "Chinook" is of course Victor's "new equipment" for the air force. Nicknamed the flying car, it is a type of American tandem twin-engine twin-propeller all-weather multi-purpose heavy transport helicopter.

The Northern Governor's Office has the ability to quickly deploy troops to the entire Mexico!

Whenever there is any movement in Mexico City, two companies of about 300 soldiers can rush in within two hours at the fastest.

When the frontline commander Kennedy knew that Rommel had broken through the northern suburbs of Culiacan, he was extremely excited and sent the 3rd Company of the 4th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment, nicknamed "Meritorious Ace Battalion", to the rear battlefield.

This was awarded by Victor himself.

The original EDM old troops followed Victor to Guadalupe Island, and then hit the meritorious battalion of the Tijuana drug cartel on the island.

This is the direct line!

Some of the officers are Victor's old colleagues among the prison guards.

The team was led by a major battalion commander.

"Sir!" Rommel and his adjutant Fedor von Bock saluted quickly.

The other party was serious, "I will be responsible for the front-line battle. This is the order from the headquarters." The orderly next to him handed Rommel a document written by Kennedy himself.

He opened it and saw the words: "Order Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener to serve as wartime commander, with full responsibility!"

"Are you ready, gentlemen?" Horatio asked, and Rommel stood up straight and handed over the appointment letter with both hands.

"Half an hour later, all personnel will attack Culiacan!"

"The Mi-8 helicopter will open the way for us."

Adjutant Fedor von Bock hesitated, "Major, the fighting was fierce during the day today, and our soldiers may need a rest."

"I will lead the charge myself!" Horatio's words left the other party speechless, and Fedor lowered his head after half opening his mouth.

"Sir, let us do it." Rommel said hurriedly, fearing that the other party would die here.

"I am also a soldier, Captain. Anyone can charge and sacrifice, why can't I?"

"You are responsible for attacking the west side to attract firepower, mainly feinting, I will go directly to Culiacan from the northern suburbs, we will fight with them in street battles, don't worry, the "Chinook" will work overnight, and it is expected to transport more than 1,000 people to the rear at 7 am tomorrow."

"What we have to do is expand the battlefield!"

"Take back this city that has been held in the air by drug dealers for nearly a hundred years!"

Horatio's words were plain, but they made Rommel's blood boil, "Hi! Victor!"

Adjutant Fedor von Bock and everyone around him raised their hands and saluted.

Slowly spread to all the soldiers.

This voice is very powerful!

"Go south from Sinaloa!"

"Punch through Mexico and sweep away drug dealers!"

...