Working as a police officer in Mexico

The attack on government personnel in the village of Culiacán Sangendava cannot be ended easily.

Kennedy refused!

Casare also refused!

They even plan to make it bigger.

Since you think we are easy to bully, let me show you the savagery of the northerners!

George Smiley, nicknamed the "Rock Ogre", and his "Thirteen Taibos" imprisoned everyone in Culiacan who had anything to do with drugs.

Officials involved in drug production, drug trafficking and transportation, as well as the protection of drug dealers, originally believed that the farmers who grew upstream and the downstream channels for transporting drugs were "coerced" according to the Northern Governor's Office, and should be treated "leniently".

But if you do this, no matter who you are, all of them will be detained first.

Because there were not enough prisons, two "concentration camps" were built in the northern suburbs of Culiacan. Everything was confiscated and they were only allowed to bring two pieces of clothing. All they needed to do was do odd jobs every day.

For example, helping soldiers wash their clothes!

In the open space of the concentration camp, four or five female drug dealers were washing clothes. One of them suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed, foaming at the mouth.

The people next to him were startled and soon understood that this was a drug addict!

They stood up and shouted, "Discipline! Discipline!"

As soon as the voice finished speaking, a gunshot was heard, poof...

The head of the female drug dealer who fell to the ground exploded!

Blood and tissue fragments spattered on the faces of others. Their horrified expressions should be photographed and hung in a museum!

In the small building in the distance, George Smiley was chewing gum, put down the Barrett in his hand, picked up the red wine on the table, shook it, took a sip, and faced the director of the concentration camp. A captain smiled and said, "Very good red wine!"

"It's from Guzman's collection. We took it out from the winery. The headquarters sent two bottles." The captain picked up the bottle and pointed to the label on it. "It's still a foreign product."

"French wine? No wonder it smells like sex." George Smiley shook his head and got down to business, "I don't think the drug dealers in this concentration camp are afraid at all. We need to make them live in fear!"

"Each person has a stick of corn every day. Let them not eat too much. If they eat too much, they will run away. Also, pick 50 people to kill every day! Let them draw lots."

George Smiley spit out the chewing gum in his mouth into the trash can, "Mr. Victor said that drug dealers are ruthless, so we should be ruthless than them! Kill them until they are afraid, kill them until they can't express their fear."

The captain's face tightened.

"This is the instruction manual issued by our Internal Affairs Bureau. You can take a look." George Smiley handed over a newly revised book on the table.

"On 100 ways to torture and kill drug dealers!" 》

The captain took it over and took a look at it curiously. His brows trembled as he saw the first move: to take off the skin of the drug dealers' feet, then tie their feet and put them into the sea water.

The scene suddenly appeared in his mind, and he shivered suddenly.

Hold!

There is just nothing normal about the people in the Internal Affairs Office.

"How long will the people in this concentration camp be detained?"

A strange smile appeared on George Smiley's face, "Do you think they can still walk out?"

"Clean it all up when it's time to clean it up. The last thing in Mexico is the drug dealers. Have fun, man! You have to know that not everyone can get your job."

He held a cigarette in his mouth and patted the captain on the shoulder.

The latter swallowed.

George Smiley picked up the sniper rifle and pulled the trigger at a male drug dealer in the distance who was struggling to pull a piece of wood!

boom!

A hole was blown out of his chest.

The people next to him ran away in fear.

"Exciting!" George Smiley screamed.

"Crazy! People in the Internal Affairs Department are all crazy!" The captain murmured in his heart.

Dong dong dong~

There was a knock on the door, and the captain called in, and saw a soldier wearing "classic" Taibo uniforms walking in. Their clothes in the Internal Affairs Department were different. The armband was Victor's head, and on the chest it said: " Loyalty is not absolute! It means absolute disloyalty!”

"team leader!"

"Say!" George Smiley didn't even turn his head, and fired another shot at a helpless female drug dealer. Well...he likes to hit others in the "upright" position.

Maybe my family was poor when I was a child and I didn’t get breast milk, so now I’m full of malice toward prominent women!

“The rats in Mexico City are on the move!”

George Smiley took a deep breath and said, "Can't hold it in anymore? Oh, then let them be killed. There are too many monsters and ghosts around Mr. Kwaukemot."

"Understood!" After the team member saluted, he turned around to convey the order, his face solemn.

The captain glanced at the soldier's back. He also knew that many dignitaries in Mexico would be in trouble due to the other party's message.

"Tell me, can I knock down that lame drug dealer?" George Smiley asked, pointing to a lame drug dealer.

The captain came back to his senses and glanced, "That man is Guzman's cousin..."

Before he finished speaking, gunshots were heard, and the man fell to the ground, and his other leg was smashed!

"What did you say?" George Smiley asked, turning his head and holding a cigarette.

The captain chuckled.

They've all been sent to a concentration camp, no matter what cousin you are, even if you are a bitch, you still have to pee standing up!

A call from the Internal Affairs Office went directly to the office of Giancarlos, nicknamed "The Recruit" in Mexico City.

This kid who once "captured" the Sky King Armando alive on the battlefield is now a totalitarian figure!

The military representative and intelligence chief of the Northern Governor's Office in Mexico City is also the person in charge of the Internal Affairs Department here.

"I understand." He hung up the phone with a serious expression, stood up, and pressed the internal phone next to him, "Team One, Team Two, Team Three, gather downstairs!"

He picked up the hat on the table and walked out. When he went downstairs, there were already more than a hundred people standing.

"You take people to the residence, and I will take people to the City Hall!" Gan Carlos said to his deputy, "All the people on the list will be arrested, no, shot!"

"It's a waste of food to keep them!"

"Let's go!"

A group of people got on the car and split into two groups and rushed towards various targets.

The sun was high in the sky, and faintly, two words floated on the white clouds: "Loyalty!"

It was 17:21 in the afternoon.

It was about to get off work.

Many people in the City Hall had already gone out with their bags, chatting with each other and making plans to go to a bar to have fun.

"Mayor!"

"Mayor!"

Eduardo Galeano followed his secretary out, and the staff beside him hurriedly stopped to greet him.

The former had a serious face and was unsmiling.

He was like this, with a strong bureaucratic atmosphere. His subordinates were very scared when they saw him. He didn't even respond to the greeting. The secretary next to him was about to open the car door when he heard the "beep beep" sound of the car horn.

Eduardo Galeano frowned and turned his head, and saw five cars driving in front of the city hall. Guan Carlos, who was called "Iron Dog" in Mexico City, got out of the car.

Bang!

He closed the car door with force and walked over with his people.

"Mr. Mayor, we have something to summon you." Guan Carlos said to him.

"Sorry, I have a meeting to attend and don't have time for the time being. The word "summon" is not accurate..."

"No time?"

Giancarlos raised his eyebrows, and then suddenly kicked him in the lower abdomen. With just one kick, he knelt on the ground with a pale face. Guiancarlos pulled his head and pressed it on the hood.

"Who gave you the courage to say this? Do you have time now? I tell you, I am here to see you today on behalf of the Northern Internal Affairs Office. It doesn't matter whether you have time or not. If we say you have time, you have to have it!"

"Drag away!" Guiancarlos waved his hand, and the subordinates behind him dragged him to the car from left to right.

"North? This is the South! This is Mexico City!" Eduardo Galeano shouted with all his strength.

"The South? Sooner or later, it will belong to General Victor!" Without even turning his head, Guancarlos raised his mouth and looked at the trembling secretary, "You're right?"

The other party trembled and raised his hand, "Hi...Victor!"

Guancarlos went up and slapped him, knocked him to the ground, and kicked him, "You are worthy of saying hi!"

Is the word loyalty easy to write?

It needs to be tested.

Guancarlos shook his hair, looked at other government workers who were also frightened, and then looked at the municipal building, "Catch them!"

The guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs rushed into the building behind him.

After a while, all the officials with titles were pressed out.

"Gentlemen, it is said that someone here intends to overthrow the regime of Cuauhkmote?" Guancarlos looked at them with his hands behind his back, and glanced at them, "Don't you know who is behind Cuauhkmote?!"

Fuck, is this something you can say?

Just say it so openly?

But what is Guancarlos afraid of?

The Governor's Office has nearly 100,000 soldiers. As long as Victor wants, he can sweep across the whole of Mexico. This is called confidence. If any of you are not convinced, stand up and say something.

"We just failed!" At this time, someone actually spoke up to refute. Guian Carlos looked over and saw a man wearing glasses who looked like a senior intellectual saying in a muffled voice, staring at him intently. When he saw him looking over, "We are resisting the endless war and the cowardly Cuauhcmote!"

"He is dividing Mexico! What is Victor? He is just a small policeman..." The man became more and more excited as he spoke, and raised his hand and even wanted to shout slogans.

Guian Carlos pulled out a gun and shot him in the head!

Bang!

His glasses were broken, and he was shot above the bridge of his nose. He fell down with his eyes open!

"Slogans are not as powerful as the caliber of bullets!"

"Take them back, I have to let them receive some re-education!"

The people from the Internal Affairs Department "invited" them to the car, and the bodies were carried away.

"Captain, it's Mr. Cuaucmote's phone." The bodyguard next to him handed him the phone. Gancarlos coughed twice, "Sir, good afternoon."

"How did your people break into the city hall?!" The other party said in a serious tone, "There are traitors in there too?"

"Yes!"

"Is this a misunderstanding? Mayor Eduardo Galeano is my close election partner."

"The Internal Affairs Department will not make mistakes, sir, we don't allow ourselves to make mistakes."

Cuaucmote was silent, "Can I see him?"

"Of course, anytime."

"Thank you."

Cuaucmote hung up the phone and sat in a chair with a sense of loss. He looked up and saw a painting hanging on the wall with seven people on it. These were the "partners" he personally selected after moving into the National Palace, and they were also political allies.

Including the mayor of Mexico, the Minister of Security of Mexico, and the senior generals of the Mexican army, they had been following his "close partners" for a long time. After the Workers' Party came to power, he naturally promoted them.

But... why did this happen?

Didn't he give enough?

Or maybe they wanted more!

Cuauhkmote sighed, very lightly, but it was deafening in the empty and lonely office.

"People's hearts!"

...

Victor was on a business trip after all.

The United Nations was also quite generous, directly booking a castle hotel built in 1155.

Uh...

They were so polite, it was nothing more than the Governor's Office in northern Mexico donated 6 million US dollars for humanitarian aid.

Oh, this news was on the Mexican news at the time and was broadcast for three consecutive days!

Spending money, no advertising.

Isn't it that I, Victor, gave money in vain?

This castle hotel is awesome. When the motorcade arrived at the hotel entrance, the bodyguards got out of the car and naturally formed two circles inside and outside. Jason Bourne opened the car door and Victor got out in a neat suit.

At the door, the castle hotel actually prepared 4 knights. When they saw him coming down, they commanded the horses to show him horsemanship.

Victor couldn't understand...

What kind of awesome horsemanship!

It gave me a headache. Only if you can let the horse ride you for two laps, Boss Victor would think you're awesome.

But after all, he is a figure, and of course he can't be like a "countryman" like Colonel Ka. After the show, Victor gently applauded and smiled and raised his thumbs to these people.

"Hello, Mr. Victor, I'm the manager here, Makarova." A woman with a bun, wearing a slim work suit, a height of just over 1.7 meters, and wearing black stockings.

Victor glanced at her chest, then quickly retracted his gaze, shook her hand, and said with a smile, "Hello."

"Please follow me. I have arranged a room for you to stay."

Victor nodded and was about to walk in front. Jason Bourne pulled him, and he immediately understood and nodded. The latter walked in front of Victor and stood between the female manager and him.

The decoration inside is really magnificent!

Of course, it's just an exaggeration. Guzman's home is magnificent. According to the report from the front line, the toilet in his home is made of gold!

There are even Disney doll floors made of gold on the ground because his daughter likes them.

But if he dies, it will all be cheap for Victor.

Confiscate!

The bodyguards took over the security downstairs, and the others were distributed on each floor. When Victor went to the top floor of the castle, there were only four or five personal bodyguards left.

"This is your residence." Makarova said as she opened the door.

Walking inside, there are Persian carpets, precious solid wood, and European aristocratic style decorations. The space is also very large, about 60 square meters.

Victor nodded with satisfaction.

"You take a rest first. The chef is preparing dinner. You can call me if you need anything." Makarova bowed slightly respectfully, and her red bra was exposed.

She was obviously trained. She did not walk out of the door with her back, but walked out backwards before closing the door.

Victor sat on the chair and said to Jason Bourne and others, "Help me see if anyone has a third ear."

A group of people began to search in the corners of Kaka.

Victor did not dare to smoke the prepared cigar, and he should not eat anything outside.

He lit a cigarette he brought with him and looked outside quietly.

About half an hour later.

Jason Bourne came over, "Sir."

Victor turned his head and was shocked to see that the other party was holding more than a dozen various monitors in his hand.

He couldn't help laughing, "Obviously, many people are interested in how many women I call to sleep at night."

"Do you want to contact the hotel?"

"Do you think they don't know?" Victor said meaningfully, "Makalova, a Soviet name, a manager in Vienna, ha!"

"Don't worry about them, take people to get back the weapons and ammunition that were transported. I can't sleep well without guns in my hands."

"What about these listening devices?"

"Leave them there, I will hand them over to them in person at the meeting tomorrow!"

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