Working as a police officer in Mexico

There is an open space on the northern outskirts of Sinaloa.

This is located in the tropical dry forest area of ​​Sonora-Sinaloa. After all, the hottest desert in the entire North America is less than a few dozen kilometers away from here.

There are no high-rise buildings, but in order to prevent the attack of the anti-drug forces, the drug dealers began to dig trenches.

In a V-shaped trench numbered "17", Roberto Torres Morales leaned on the side, stretched his knees tiredly, took out dry food from his arms and ate it. He choked and quickly took up water to cushion it.

"Roberto, is there anything else to eat?" The companion next to him called softly. He hesitated and handed the biscuits in his hand. The other party swallowed them in two or three bites and looked at him hopefully.

Roberto Torres Morales spread his hands and indicated that there was no more.

"Hey, why do you say we come to Mexico to fight? Isn't it better to be in Colombia?" The companion sighed.

They were part of the Colombian expeditionary force. They were full of energy when they came. According to the North American Drug Association, the salary alone was 200 US dollars a day.

This price was actually acceptable.

6,000 US dollars a month. In the early days of the US war in Afghanistan, the price of a mercenary was only this much. Of course, the specific price depends on your ability.

Roberto Torres Morales and his men came all the way from Colombia to participate in the war. At the beginning, Guzman treated them very well, arranging food, accommodation and even women.

But when Guzman suddenly fell ill, Sinaloa suddenly broke out in internal strife!

Those cousins ​​who jointly spoke up did not care about them at all, and sometimes even forgot to supply them!

Roberto Torres Morales belonged to the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion of the Colombian Expeditionary Force. When he was in China, he belonged to M-19, an anti-government armed personnel.

"Morales, let's run!" The companion lowered his voice, his eyes trembling, "My intuition tells me that Culiacan can't be defended."

"Run? Walk back to Colombia on two legs?" He looked at the moon in the sky and said lightly, his eyes were very confused.

The companion's throat was stuck and he lay on the ground dejectedly.

Woo! Woo woo woo!

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded on the west side of the northern suburbs. Roberto Torres Morales got up immediately and kicked his sleeping companion next to him. His head just stuck out of the trench.

The pupils suddenly shrank!

A pair of eyes about 10 centimeters away from him also looked at him!

In the dark night, both pairs of eyes were very bright, but also very frightened.

The one lying on the ground was a corporal. He reacted quickly, kicked his feet, and rolled up the mud behind him. He rushed towards Roberto Torres Morales and the two wrestled in the trench.

Seeing this, the companions next to him became anxious and wanted to shoot with the AK47 in their hands, but they were afraid of accidental injuries.

At this time, the comrades who followed the corporal also stood up, holding the Uzi submachine gun in their hands and standing on top to shoot at the bottom.

Morales' companions were covered in blood mist and were shot at least a dozen times.

There were more than 30 commandos in total. When the gunshots sounded, except for four or five in trench No. 17, the rest rushed to other trenches with all their might.

The battle started directly!

Major Battalion Commander Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who was behind, heard the gunshots, stood next to the LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicle, raised the M16 in his hand, "Gentlemen, follow me! Charge!"

His chest was pumping hard, and he rushed up with his men!

Following me and charging for me are two different things!

Most of Victor's officers have fought for life and death in the front line.

If luck is not on your side, how can you take the responsibility of stirring up trouble?

When the mustache was in the 16th Regiment of the Bavarian Reserve Infantry Regiment, he fought against the British and French forces on the Western Front and participated in the First Battle of Ypres, the Battle of the Somme, the Battle of Arras, and the Battle of Baschinda.

In 1917, he was promoted from a "messenger" to a corporal, and was awarded a "First Class Iron Cross Medal" and a "Second Class Iron Cross Medal" for his bravery in combat.

If he had been poisoned by poison gas at the beginning.

Is destiny still with him?

Victor always believed in a saying: Generals must start from the ranks, and prime ministers must start from the state.

He Victor didn't come up step by step from the bottom.

Only warriors can survive on the battlefield.

However, of course, they didn't rush up in a swarm. Since Maxim, the doctor who didn't follow the ethics of martial arts, Gatling, who saved the dying and the wounded, and Browning, who brought back the dead, appeared.

These masters are simply [plague nemesis], and they can't stand the wounded.

If they go in groups, won't they be killed?

Charge is charge, but at least you have to understand the tactics.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener directly divided the four people into a group, about 10 meters apart from each other. Anyway, the field is so big, you can run as you like!

Just break through the defense line.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The drug dealers in the northern suburbs saw the anti-drug troops rushing up, and they set up machine guns in a panic to fire. The firepower was fierce, but they couldn't see where the people were.

"Idiot! Flares!!!" A Colombian who looked like a commander kicked the orderly next to him.

The latter hurriedly adjusted his helmet and ran to the artillery position at the back to convey the order.

Four or five minutes later, several sharp and piercing sounds were heard, and the whole sky was suddenly bright.

A lizard looked at the suddenly brightened sky, its pupils focused, and just as it was about to run into the hole in a panic, it was trampled directly on its head by a foot that "fell from the sky", crushing it to pieces.

The drug dealers saw hundreds of anti-drug force soldiers densely packed.

This looks very shocking.

Think about it, when you find hundreds of strong men rushing towards you, with ferocious looks and murderous intent on their faces, who wouldn't be scared?

It's like Komodo dragons going to India. You think three of them are fine, or two of them are fine, but what about ten or a hundred?

Endangered Animals!

This group of Colombian expeditionary forces have crawled through rainforests and deserts in the country. They have rich combat experience and quick reactions. They can fight back with weapons.

On the artillery position in the back.

There were five D-30 122mm howitzers placed neatly. These gunners were obviously tired of getting out of bed. They were certainly in a bad mood after being called up in the middle of the night. They wore soundproof earphones and loaded the shells into the breech.

After chatting for a while.

boom!

The shells hit directly forward.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener raised his head, his pupils shrank, but he quickly lowered his head and continued to charge, but before he could take two steps, a cannonball fell from the sky and stuck straight on the ground.

His mind is blank!

Didn't even have time to pray.

But, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Dud! ! !

Horatio Herbert Kitchener's pupils dilated, and surprise took over his whole body. He reacted quickly, and was so excited that he shouted, "Governor Victor is protecting us!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Damn, Mexican Boxers, right?

But I have to say, this really boosts morale.

In fact, war is a very mysterious thing. During World War II, there was a witch named Helen Duncan who lived with her. She was highly regarded by people for her unique skill of "summoning the dead and obtaining secrets from them." Helen was often employed to perform fortune-tellings.

The most famous thing should be that someone invited Helen to find the whereabouts of one of the young men. After the ceremony was completed, Helen said that she contacted the ghost of the soldier. The other party said that he went on an expedition with the British battleship "Barham", but the ship was destroyed. The German submarine was sunk and no one was spared.

As soon as these words came out, the strongest reaction was from the British government. At that time, the war-weariness of the British people was high, and the authorities' first reaction was to deny it, claiming that the "Barham" was still fighting outside. However, it didn't take long for the British army to officially announce the fact that the battleship had sunk. Everything was just as the "dead ghost" in Helen's mouth said.

Later, before and after the Normandy landing, in order to prevent her from leaking the news, the government arrested Helen on the charge of treason based on the "Witches Act" promulgated in 1735, and sentenced her to nine months in prison. She was not allowed to appeal during her sentence.

Um…

metaphysics!

Horatio Herbert Kitchener slid into a trench with his gun in hand, knocked down one drug dealer with the butt of his gun, and shot another panicked drug dealer.

Someone suddenly hugged him behind him, and his backhand was placed on the wall of the trench. The other person's mouth was open, and the stench almost knocked him over.

People who take drugs...

There is a taste in my mouth.

"Ahhh!!!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener's face turned red and he twisted his body so hard that his bones made a crunching sound.

A punch to the knee, hitting the man's vulnerable part.

The other person screamed in pain and fell to the ground twitching.

This time, the egg was broken.

Horatio took out his dagger, grabbed the opponent's head, and inserted the knife into the neck. With a twist of his backhand, the sharp dagger directly cut off the head.

"Long live!!!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener roared in the trenches with his head held high.

Soldiers stepped over the trenches one by one and rushed to the northern suburbs gate!

A reporter who accompanied the army was also brave enough to record this scene.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener, covered in blood, looked like a god of war.

I've already thought of the name.

"Your Excellency Victor, his brave soldier! 》

Rommel, who was feinting on the other side, suddenly realized something was wrong!

Three Mi-8s fired back and forth at the west side, and the drug dealers actually charged in the opposite direction.

He ran away directly!

Rommel was startled, but then he was ecstatic, "Come into Culiacan! Rush in!"

Who would have thought that these strawberry soldiers would just run away!

Adjutant Fedor von Bock was on a "Weasel 1" infantry fighting vehicle, followed by three LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicles. He calmly gave the order, "M257 smoke grenades ready!"

"The M257 smoke grenade is ready!"

"emission!"

The launcher on the LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicle blew out clouds of smoke.

Dark night + smoke = BUG!

The drug dealers couldn't see them at all and had no choice but to retreat into the city.

The infantry fighting vehicle's 25mm machine gun fired.

The muzzles are glowing!

The feint attack directly turned into the main attack.

The west side and the northern suburbs were beaten at the same time, and there was a panic in the city.

"The attack is coming! Victor's army is coming, run!"

Many residents hurriedly took their belongings and fled with their wives and children.

There were children crying everywhere.

And thugs who took advantage of the panic to rob.

"Run!" The woman pulled her husband and said nervously.

"Run wherever you go!" The husband wears glasses and looks gentle. There are photos of him and students on the wall. It is obvious that he is a teacher.

He touched the child's head, who was still young and didn't understand what war was.

"Go south, go to Mexico City, Culiacan is going to be breached." The wife said in fear.

"Isn't it good to breach it?" The husband asked directly, leaving the other party speechless, and then he continued, "The Northern Governor's Army is a regular army, and the people in Culiacan are drug dealers!"

"But... but I heard that they will kill people indiscriminately."

"Nonsense, do you believe the reports on TV?" The husband raised his eyebrows, looked at his wife's panic, took a deep breath, forced a smile, and hugged her, "Don't worry, I'm here, don't worry, go get the prepared things."

The wife's mood stabilized a little, nodded, and hurried to the master bedroom, and took out a wrapped piece of paper from it.

When the husband spread it out, it was a photo of Victor's upper body. He was wearing a police uniform and looked heroic.

There was also a sentence in the lower right corner: "The war on drugs has never ended, only started and continued!"

The man posted the photo at the door.

These things have been prepared long ago.

Ordinary people are like this, so you can imagine how panicked the leaders of the Sinaloa drug cartel are?

Luis Adri Loera, the head of the 1st Regiment of the God's Division, Guzman's cousin and one of the Sinaloa leaders, heard that the anti-drug forces had come in and took his wife and children on a helicopter to escape.

Resist?

Are you kidding!

There are less than 7,000 drug dealers in Culiacan, how can I resist?

I can only wait to die if I stay.

He ran away happily.

"Quick, take my golden pillow! I can't sleep without it." He shouted to the bodyguard, who could only get off the helicopter and run to the bedroom to bring his 15-kilogram pillow.

This... is golden.

Don't you feel uncomfortable!

Is it comfortable to pillow your head like this?

Two Bell 212 helicopters took off directly.

"Go from the south, don't go to the north suburbs!" Luis Adri Loera shouted, and the driver made a gesture.

But apparently they forgot one thing...

They didn't inform their subordinates.

The drug dealers on the south side didn't know that the boss had run away. They took advantage of the night and light to see two helicopters flying low, thinking they were enemy planes.

Set up anti-aircraft machine guns and shoot at them!

Some people stood on the top of the balcony with RPGs and fired at the helicopters!

The tail of one was blown up and fell from above, and the B7412, which was ridden by Luis Adri Loera, one of the leaders of Sinaloa, became a fireball.

It exploded in the air and instantly illuminated the surroundings.

"Report to the headquarters, our unit shot down two helicopters, and no one on our side was injured!" The commander on the south side said happily.

Uh...

Itano Balbo of Italy has something to say!

Leslie James McNair of America!

They all have something to say.

Other leaders who could not contact Luis Adrian Loera thought he had run away, so they fled for their lives.

But you must take your wealth with you before running!

Culiacan is in ruins!

When the sun rises again!

Reports from the front line were sent to Kennedy's headquarters. He was about to order the entire army to charge, but was stopped by a staff officer.

"General, what you need to do now is not to go to Culiacan, but to station troops in Chihuahua. There are also four regiments of the Imperial Division there. If we all press forward and the enemy goes around behind us, we and Sonora behind us will be in danger!"

Kennedy Heisenberg felt cold all over when he heard it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was right. He was good at listening to opinions.

Stability!

More important than anything else.

He looked at the staff officer who gave the advice. The other party was very young, but his eyes were very flexible, even... cunning!

Kennedy rarely used this word to describe a person.

"What's your opinion?"

The other party pointed to the sand table of the combat command and said, "We should raid Juarez!"

Everyone in the office was stunned.

"Cross the Chihuahua Desert from Sonora State, and take Juarez in one fell swoop while the Culiacan War is still going on, and liberate the state!"

"Even if the four regiments counterattack, we can enter Chihuahua from the rear and sweep other towns."

The staff officer said it very boldly!

Kennedy felt a pain in his anus after hearing this, and he looked at the other party, "What if the troops didn't take Juarez in the first time?"

The other party's expression froze, and his brows knitted.

Many tactics need people to execute.

If the soldiers are not of good quality and have bad equipment, it will be difficult no matter how hard you try.

If Italian soldiers were to implement the "White Plan", do you think it would succeed?

Poland would not surrender so quickly.

"Besides, we don't have that many soldiers now, and the rest of the recruits are still training in the rear." Kennedy shook his head, and seeing that the other party's expression was a little depressed, he smiled and patted his shoulder, "But your plan is very good and bold, I believe you will become an excellent general and even a strategist."

"What's your name?"

The staff officer's eyes lit up when he heard this comfort, "Erich Manstein!"

"Lieutenant, your opinion is good, can you help me convey the order to the 3rd Regiment? Instruct them to contain the highway between Chihuahua and Sinaloa. Even a dog must be loyal!"

"Understood!"

...

"Sinaloa sank after colliding with anti-drug forces!" 》

"Culiacan is free!" 》

"The End of the Sinaloa Cartel Is Here!" 》

Newspapers with different titles were distributed "free" on the streets of Baja California and Sonora.

This is the policy proposed by the Governor-General's Office: "Free Information".

A total of 12 newspapers and periodicals enjoy subsidies. All they have to do is distribute newspapers for free on the streets, and no news about dissatisfaction with Victor or the anti-drug force can appear on them.

Of course some bosses disagree.

In the evening, someone came to report that the boss was cooperating with drug dealers. He was directly sentenced to 21 years in prison and his family property was confiscated.

"Another victory!"

"Long live Victor!"

"Hi!"

The streets were filled with joy.

Likewise, Victor in the security department building was also very happy.

His subordinates are reliable.

There is light in his face.

"Sir, Nurnitha Kallis wants to see you." Miss Christa Schroeder, the chief secretary and part-time lover, opened the door and said.

"Invite her in."

Nurnitsa Callis is the head of the Secretariat of the United Nations International Narcotics Control Board. She has not left Mexico yet.

After a while, she walked in wearing a women's suit. First of all, she congratulated and praised, "Mexico is the most powerful anti-drug country I have ever seen!"

"My dream is not to allow a single drug to flow from Mexico to the world. We must be responsible for everyone if we survive here."

Nurnisa Kallis nodded with satisfaction.

"Governor Victor, the meeting on drugs within the United Nations originally scheduled for September 10 has been moved forward three days. Do you have time?"

This has been said before.

Victor didn't expect it to be too early.

He pondered for a moment and nodded, "Of course, can I ask how many people are in this meeting?"

"173 countries!"

Victor's expression suddenly froze.

Nurnisa Kallis looked at him, "Don't be nervous, but I think you need to prepare enough information, and..."

She hesitated, "There will be people who object."

She said it for the sake of the dollars.

Victor suddenly laughed when he heard this.

"Then, can I bring a submachine gun?"

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