Working as a police officer in Mexico

In the slums built on the mountain in Culiacan.

The stench is overwhelming!

The slums in Mexico, Colombia, Brazil and other Latin American cities are like they were built by one person. The passages are very narrow and the environment and sanitation are extremely poor. The most important point is that the public security is very bad.

Look at the slums in India. The public security is very good. Really, throw a few Komodo dragons, and hundreds of thousands of men can't get up the next day.

In that place, even Shiva can make you a dry woman!

It's terrible.

"Zizizi~"

A red motorcycle ran over the pool of water, and the splashing water was two or three meters high. There were two people sitting on the car, and the latter was holding a tweeter, "Everyone pay attention, the charity organization is distributing supplies and medical supplies in the slums. If you need it, go to Sanggendawa Village by yourself!"

The slums are actually divided into several villages. Sanggendawa Village is the largest one. There are about 60,000 poor people in this village alone!

Many people heard it. They looked at the motorcycle going away, and the quick-reacting ones quickly called their children to run towards Sanggendawa Village.

Everyone was running, fearing that they would miss out if they were slow.

At this time, three large trucks were parked in the open space of Sanggendawa Village, with banners hanging, "Victor Charity Organization spreads love all over the world!"

In order to prevent riots, the road troops also dispatched three squads, a total of 31 people, and a "Stoat" 1 airborne armored vehicle!

In fact, this charity organization is under the government agency and has a system just by listening to the name.

"Queue up! Queue up! Everyone gets one! No queue, no distribution!" Halida tied her hair and shouted loudly, looking very capable.

This "college student" who used to work in the Basic Services and Life Bureau of Mexicali City can now stand on her own and serve as the head of Victor Charity Organization. (See Chapter 143 for details).

She handed over a bag of rice in her hand, 6 kilograms, a barrel of oil and several boxes of metformin. Diabetes is a high incidence in Mexico.

For a long time, someone once joked that this country does not need a future, only drugs and coke are enough.

"Thank you! Thank you!" A dark-faced woman put her hands together, cried bitterly, her mouth trembled slightly, and her expression was slightly excited.

According to the assessment of the World Food Program, there are nearly one billion hungry people in the world, the first is Asia, the second is Africa, and the third is America, with about 50 million hungry people.

In Mexico, there are more than 7 million people who still can't eat.

Halida smiled and comforted a few words, and when she was about to go to the next one, her body suddenly tightened, and the whole person was pulled off the truck by the woman and thrown heavily on the ground. The huge pain instantly invaded her brain, making her cry out in pain.

Just now, she was still thanking the woman for rushing up like a wolf and snatching her belongings directly, and there was obviously an accomplice behind her, rushing towards the truck!

"Grab it! If you are late, there will be no more! Go!" I don't know who shouted, and suddenly, the line that had been lined up with great difficulty was instantly in chaos!

Hundreds of people began to attack the charity organization!

Seeing this, the lieutenant in charge fired into the sky and shouted loudly, but these people didn't listen to him at all. Some of the rational ones paused when they heard the gunshot.

"Don't be afraid! They don't dare to shoot! Go ahead and rob them!" An instigator hiding in the crowd shouted loudly.

"Shoot!"

The lieutenant gave the order loudly, and saw the machine gun on the "Spinner" 1 airborne armored vehicle behind him start to fire!

The first rule of Victor's army: At any time, you must first save yourself.

When this group of poor people began to attack, they were thugs!

The bullets tilted over instantly, like a sickle cutting wheat, and all the people in the front row were swept down.

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill people, northern soldiers kill people!" Someone inside shouted heartbreakingly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw dozens of armed personnel holding AK47s rushing out from all directions.

Shoot at the machine gunner on the "Spinner" 1 airborne armored vehicle.

Puff puff puff!

This 7.62×39mm bullet is so close that it doesn't matter what kind of bulletproof vest you have. The machine gunner was shot several times and even screamed, and fell directly from the infantry fighting vehicle.

Ambush!

The lieutenant pulled the fallen Halida back and hid behind the big tire of the truck, pressing the communicator on his chest, "This is Sanggendawa Village, we are attacked by gunmen, request support! Request support!"

"Received! The armed helicopter will arrive at the destination in three minutes!"

The lieutenant cursed, turned his head, flashed out, and shot at a gunman wearing a face scarf, hitting him directly in the head. When he fell to the ground, the latter pressed the trigger hard, and the bullets were fired everywhere.

But the two sides didn't care who was in the middle of the battle. The bullets flew over, and the ordinary poor screamed and cried in fear, and ran away in panic holding their heads!

Buzz buzz buzz~

A Mi-8 came from a distance in the air, and the huge black shadow cast a big shadow on the armed personnel who were attacking below. Seeing that the situation was not right, they retreated quickly!

The Mi-8 was tracking in the sky. After seeing them sneaking into the complex slums like rats, they fled everywhere. The pilot wore sunglasses and passed the message back, "Round Table, this is Eagle. The target has been scattered and cannot be tracked. Please give instructions!"

"Patrol carefully, follow-up support troops are coming soon."

"Understood!"

About four or five minutes later, the patrol police who received the request for help rushed into Sangendawa Village. When they saw the corpses everywhere, the second lieutenant leading the team was startled and quickly shouted, "Help!"

This time, 178 poor people died, 6 people died in charity organizations, 5 soldiers died, and countless others were injured!

It's like purgatory on earth!

When Kennedy, who was stationed in Culiacan, heard about this, he became furious and ordered two battalions to surround all the slums. "Search every house for me!!"

"Sir, I think the entire city should be closed down, and civilians still wandering outside should be treated as spies!" Staff Officer Erich Manstein said next to him.

Kennedy felt that he was a talented person and it would be a pity to serve as a small staff officer, so he brought him to his side as an accompanying adjutant. When the time comes, he will find an opportunity to send him abroad for experience.

Hearing Erich Manstein's words, Kennedy frowned and said, "How many people will be killed if we deal with spies?"

At this time, his character came to the fore, and he was slightly hesitant.

Erich Manstein could also see it and lowered his voice and said, "You can report this matter to Tijuana and Mr. Casare will make a decision."

Push the responsibility away!

Kennedy thought for a moment, decisively agreed to the plan, and reported the matter.

The boss was away, and Casare himself was very nervous. When he heard that this incident happened in Culiacan, his face turned green, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Find him!"

"The slums...are a mixed bag of people," Kennedy said.

"Then kill them!" Kasare took a deep breath and said viciously, "I don't believe that Sangendawa Village doesn't know about this."

Kennedy's heart skipped a beat and he glanced at Erich Manstein, "I understand, but I hope it can help with public opinion."

"Don't worry, even if you blow up all the slums today, there won't be any news!"

After hanging up the phone, Kennedy sighed, "Our second boss is more ruthless than anyone else."

"So the Governor believes in him!" Erich Manstein smiled faintly.

Casare can take the blame at the top and issue orders decisively at the bottom. Who wouldn't like a leader like this?

"My order! The whole city of Culiacán is under martial law! Send two more battalions over. Before tonight, I want to know who is behind it!"

"Yes, sir!"

Following the order, a regiment of more than 4,000 wolf-like northern soldiers rushed into the slums!

Boom!

The door to the residence of the head of Sangendawa Village was kicked open!

More than a dozen soldiers rushed in, without saying a word, punching and kicking the 60-year-old village chief. His brother and son who were standing next to him were beaten to death, leaving only a few women and children kneeling on the ground and shivering. trembling.

Fedor von Bock, chief of staff of the 4th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment, walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and white gloves.

This is the "hidden rule" in the northern army. Battalion-level cadres have become majors and are eligible to wear white gloves, which symbolizes: sweeping away the ashes for Victor... the Governor!

"Good afternoon, Mr. Village Chief, I think you should know why I came to see you, and who are the people in this afternoon!" Fedor von Bock asked with a smile.

"I...I don't know!" The village chief had a bruised nose and swollen face, and his teeth were missing. He shook his head, "You will be punished for killing innocent people like this!"

Fedor von Bock's expression slowly calmed down, "Retribution? Who gave me retribution! Who the hell dares to give me retribution! My God is Victor!" His voice suddenly rose, and he grabbed a man next to him. An old woman was pulled over by her hair.

His left eye twitched convulsively, "Don't tell me!"

"I have no idea!"

Fedor von Bock grabbed the knife and fork on the table, pointed it at the old woman's eyes and stabbed it in!

The eyeballs exploded with a bang.

All the liquid seeped out.

The old woman screamed, the knife and fork stuck in her eyes, and the other surviving woman was trembling.

"I'll ask again! Who is it!"

The village chief looked at his wife, who had been with him for decades, with his mouth half open. It looked like he had lost too much blood, and he closed his eyes in pain.

"I like your hard bone, replace it with another one!" Fedor von Bock shook his finger and pointed at a child, "It's you!"

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I don't want it, I don't want it..." the other party shouted heartbreakingly.

The village chief opened his eyes immediately, stared at his beloved grandson, and cried, "No, no!"

Fedor von Bock went up to him and kicked him in the face, "Old immortal, you must be tougher!"

"I said, I said!"

"It was Guilibu Olympia and the others, they were working for the Jalisco New Generation, they were the ones who did it, they all lived in the village of Morantis next door."

Fedor von Bock looked at him deeply and nodded slowly, "Thank you!"

He turned around, raised his finger, and flicked it.

The soldier next to him raised his gun and fired at them!

The whole family was slaughtered!

"This is the result of cooperating with drug dealers, but it makes me look like a villain." Fedor von Bock laughed at himself, "Let's go to Morandis Village and convey the message to the brother troops."

"yes!"

There are a total of 17 villages in the slum!

The villagers may not know it, but the village chief must have problems inside.

It started to rain slowly in the sky.

A small village chief was dragged directly on a motorcycle by northern soldiers. Hundreds of villagers stood next to him. They shrank their heads and watched helplessly as the village chief's body was dragged until a layer of skin fell off.

The flesh and blood tissue inside can be clearly seen.

"Now! Whoever provides clues about the shooting this afternoon will get 200 pesos! His children can enjoy free education! Who knows!" A lieutenant shouted loudly.

Free education is not yet popular in Sinaloa.

200 pesos!

The right to education? !

A young woman's eyes lit up and she raised her hand tremblingly.

"Pitna, you bitch!" The village chief saw her on the ground and yelled.

Bang!

The lieutenant shot him in the head, leaving a hole in the back of his head, and brain matter and unknown liquid flowed out. He stared and watched.

The woman hugged the child in her arms, "Sir! They are all involved!" She turned her head and pointed at several men not far away and shouted.

Those people's faces changed drastically, and they wanted to run, but they were pressed to the ground.

"Murder! Northern soldiers are killing people! These officials are killing people. They are taking away our chances of survival and our chances of making money. Have you forgotten the hope that Mr. El Mencho gave you..." A drug dealer yelled, and the soldier behind him stepped on his head and pressed him directly into the ground.

The nose bone broke and blood oozed out from under his head.

The lieutenant squinted his eyes, looked at the restless crowd, and said coldly, "Don't move, move, massacre the village!"

The heavy machine gun next to him pulled the trigger, and the crisp sound of loading instantly made the gang quiet down.

No matter how hard-headed you are, you have to soften when you encounter a heavy machine gun.

The lieutenant took out 200 pesos and handed it to the woman, squinting at everyone, "From today on, you are the village chief!"

"Whoever disobeys, the northern soldiers will come in an instant! Between life and death, you decide for yourself!"

The women were all confused, they... the village chief?

The drug dealers were pulled up and slashed their necks with daggers. Anyone who has killed someone knows that after the throat is cut, there is only the skin layer, and underneath are blood vessels and trachea, so they will not die immediately.

Instead, they will flutter and struggle in the rain like chickens!

The rain mixed with blood flowed to the feet of the poor.

The bloody stench hit them in the face!

Everyone was frightened by this cruel scene.

I gave you face, but you don’t want it. I let you live a good life, but you don’t live it!

Then fuck it, no one will ever think about it!

Do you really think the Northern Army is kind-hearted?

The 4,000 people who rushed into the slums were not smooth sailing. They encountered resistance, but they were directly called for air support and fired a missile at the floor!

No matter who you are, you will all be blown to death!

If this regiment can’t handle this place, then the next time they will be greeted is to clean up the ground. Victor will definitely give an order to blow up the slums.

It lasted until the next day, with a total of 721 people killed and more than 1,000 people arrested, all of whom were related to drug dealers.

But Kennedy did not relax.

He said that he would continue the high-pressure sweep of Culiacan for a month!

Operation code: Thunder!

…

There are no direct flights from Mexico to Austria.

Transfer in Italy and arrive in Vienna at 10 am the next day.

Victor yawned. He was a little sleepy after flying for more than ten hours. He originally wanted to take a private plane, but Vienna did not agree.

Damn!

Sooner or later, you will be blitzed.

As soon as the group left the airport, Victor suddenly saw a shocking scene. A man opposite him was wearing a German military uniform from World War II, dressed as that mustache, standing on a chair, and learning to give a speech.

And in front of him were many people, including clowns holding balloons, children carrying schoolbags, and even pregnant women!

"Hi!" The man made a loud noise, and then... raised his right hand.

The crowd below also raised it!

Victor looked at Nurnisha Kallis and the staff of the UN International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat next to him in shock and said, "This... Is Austria so open?"

But the other party obviously didn't expect it, and was shocked.

I just did it in Mexico, and I didn't dare to stand up. You did it in Vienna, and you are not afraid of any reaction from Europe.

"I don't know!" Nurnisha Kallis looked solemn, "But this kind of historical reversal is absolutely not allowed!"

Victor nodded, and sure enough, just a few minutes later, more than a dozen policemen ran over, driving the crowd with batons in their hands, hitting the "dresser" hard, and the other party was beaten and fled, and was finally dragged away.

The former emperor started a business and lost contact in the middle of the road!

Victor wanted to laugh, but the atmosphere was really wrong, he exhaled, "Let's go."

Really, the world is too magical, there are all kinds of people.

Nurnisha Kallis asked people to drive the car over, all Buick, sponsors of the anti-drug organization

"I'm sorry, I can't coordinate other luxury cars for the time being."

Victor smiled and got into the car. "Buick is also a good car, at least it's crash-resistant!"

"But if I am the executive director of the Drug Enforcement Administration, I will donate 4 Rolls-Royces and 3 Mercedes-Benzes."

Nurnisha Kallis' eyes lit up and she was ready to move.

This boss...seems pretty good.

Victor is very generous now!

This time he went out with 20 kilograms of gold jewelry and 3 pieces of jewelry that were sold for 200,000 US dollars at the Nagao Auction House in Germany, as well as 2 million in cash. The purpose...is self-evident.

The convoy drove towards the center of Vienna.

Victor looked at the buildings and the sky outside, and felt that his mood became good. Before the First World War, this was the capital of the Holy Roman Empire, the Archduchy of Austria, the Austrian Empire and the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Its downtown old town is listed as a World Heritage Site.

So you can see different buildings and all kinds of tourists.

There are also peace doves circling in the sky.

"If I retire one day, I will live here." Victor sighed.

Jason Bourne opened his mouth, but finally closed it honestly.

He really wanted to say.

Boss, it's impossible for you to retire. If you are like this, you either keep moving forward or seek political asylum. When you flee here, you may not see the peace doves.

"Welcome to the center of Europe, the world city, Vienna!"