Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Let us in! Let us in!"

"My child is inside, let us in."

A bunch of parents of students stood outside and were very emotional. The soldiers of the National Guard stood at the door in full gear, pulled up the cordon and blocked them with a human wall.

"You are all cowards! Give me your gun, then get out of the way, I will save him myself! My son is inside." A muscular man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and tattooed on his arms shouted angrily, and his big beard swung vigorously with his emotions.

As he spoke, tears came down.

The National Guard soldier standing opposite him couldn't bear it, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw two black riot control vehicles coming over, with the words: Swart!

"Sir, your child is saved!" The soldier said to the big beard, patted his shoulder, and pointed at the riot control vehicle, "See, General Victor sent his most elite soldiers here, and he will not give up any of his people."

The tone was very fanatical.

The Swat Special Police Force represents the extreme elite in the National Guard. Every six months, they will be recruited from tens of thousands of ordinary police officers. After a total of five weeks of political review, physical strength, and faith tests, only those who pass the test can become reserve members.

In the subsequent assessment, as long as you defeat the main team members, you can take their place. The main team will keep 50 people for a long time!

As the riot car stopped, the door was opened, and a group of men holding M16s and wearing denim training pants came down, wearing bulletproof vests.

Commander Swat looked very... scary, with a cross-browed eyebrow and a cigarette in his mouth.

Before he spoke, he heard his subordinates behind him say, "Boss, Omo A Group and 141 are here."

Swat turned around and saw several police cars driving into the cordon, and many old acquaintances got off the cars.

After all, they all belong to the military sequence, but everyone will compete with each other.

The leaders of several troops stared at each other, and no one spoke first.

"I will be the commander of this mission." An officer with the rank of major general came over. He had a long scar on his face and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. All the special forces leaders he swept past stood up straight.

"Sir!" They shouted in unison.

Otto Skorzeny waved his hand. He is currently the commander of the Special Forces Command of the Northern Alliance of Mexico with the rank of major general!

Skorzeny was a problem boy when he was young. He was brave and aggressive and did almost all kinds of evil.

His favorite thing to do was to duel with others, and he even joined the duel club in the school. Skorzeny was like a fish in water in the duel club, because the most favorite thing for this group of people was to find someone to duel after drinking a lot of beer.

Skorzeny participated in a staggering 14 duels. The 10th duel left an arc-shaped sword wound on his face. This scar also became his capital for showing off in the future.

He was responsible for the beheadings in several foreign wars of the Northern Alliance.

Known as: the father of the Mexican special forces!

"This is a map of the school. Take a look. According to the command center's deduction, most of the students are controlled in the large lecture hall at the back. There are 9 to 17 gunmen, holding AK47s."

"The main culprit is Abu Bakr Baghdad."

"This is his photo."

Major General Otto Skorzeny handed the photo over, and a group of people gathered around to see that he was a big beard, triangular eyes, like a venomous snake.

"He is an extreme nationalist. He once joined a terrorist organization because of his beliefs. He organized the Beirut Airport terrorist attack in 1983 and assisted in the Lockerbie air crash in 1988. He is a very, very dangerous terrorist!"

"Notorious in the world!

"What we have to do is to kill him in northern Mexico, which belongs to General Victor! Let this ugly behavior die completely! "

Major General Otto Skorzeny looked at them, stirring up emotions.

"What you have to do is to rush into the classroom in a short time, kill the gunman inside, and then bloom from the inside to the outside."

"141 is responsible for ground infiltration, SWAT Second Squadron is responsible for air assault, and other personnel are responsible for vigilance."

Hearing the order of Major General Otto Skorzeny, the other two SWWE and Omo A Group were a little excited.

"Soldiers! Follow orders. If you make a fuss, you will be thrown out to wash your socks!"

Seeing that he was angry, the others shrank their necks, but it was obvious that Omo A Group and SWWE were not convinced.

Major General Otto Skorzeny looked at the other teams that received the attack mission and squinted his eyes, "If you fail, do you know what it means?"

"The time has come for Mexico and General Victor to need us!"

"The whole world is watching you!"

"Make sure you complete the mission! "

Major General Otto Skorzeny nodded slowly, looked up at the gate, then glanced at the noisy crowd outside, frowned, "Let the guards disperse everyone, including reporters, and don't allow them to film or broadcast!"

"Most of the people here are parents." A subordinate whispered.

"Are you sure there are no accomplices here? If those reporters broadcast our actions, how can we rescue them?"

"Yes!"

The perimeter security soldiers who received the order dispersed the stranded people. A female reporter wearing a yellow vest had obviously just arrived. When she saw the soldiers who were driving her away, she screamed, "What are you going to do! Are you forcing me? We know about it." Quan! Don't touch me, I'm going to sue you..."

"Fuck you, MD!" The National Guard soldier, with the rank of captain, kicked him over and sent him flying 5 meters away.

"Do you think I don't hit women? What a bullshit reporter. This is northern Mexico. The general's words are the only words. If you are told to shut up, just shut up. Come on, drag me down first. I suspect they have a problem."

Several soldiers rushed forward, tied up the American reporters, and forced them into the car.

The captain looked proudly at the reporters around him. The scalps of everyone he stared at were numb and the hairs on their hair were exploding. "I tell you, only if you obey, you will have meat to eat!"

September 17, 1990 at 19:00.

The sky is a little dark.

"10!"

Major General Otto Skorzeny looked at his watch, squinted his eyes, and picked up the walkie-talkie, "Whip Squad, take action!"

John McTavish made a gesture, waved his hand, and rushed in towards the closed door.

There is a tactical vehicle parked below, which directly blocks everything nearby!

All signals are unavailable!

20 soldiers from Task Force 141 climbed up the door and climbed over gracefully. At the same time, the Mi-8, which had been prepared on the top of another building, circled directly and flew towards the school at low altitude.

When they reached the sky, Commander Swart, who had been prepared for a long time, took the lead in descending, and the people behind him followed like dumplings.

According to the "Training Manual", no second person is allowed on a rope, but this will certainly not be the case in actual combat. Time is life.

The helicopter that suddenly appeared made a loud sound. The gunman standing guard below raised his head, his pupils shrank, and he picked up the walkie-talkie, "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

But no one responded, so he cursed, "(Fuck!)"

This accent is that of an Iraqi!

He picked up the gun and prepared to shoot, but before he could move, a hole was punched in his neck, blood splattered, and his whole head drooped, lying on the ground twitching.

"action!"

John McTavish gestured to the left and right, indicating that the troops should be divided into two groups to attack.

The Mi-8 ran away directly after completing the transportation work.

After the group of Swarts landed, they hung the prepared hooks on the pillars of the rooftop. The commander looked at them and made a gesture of descending. As soon as he let go, the whole person descended quickly, and reached a floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor. When he was standing, he threw himself in, holding a gun and shooting at the two standing gunmen.

The beating was so bloody that he died tragically on the spot.

Swart unbuttoned and looked at the students squatting in the room, "Don't move, don't move even if you have them all! You are safe."

"Dixon, stay here to protect them while the others search from top to bottom."

A corporal responded and watched the captain and others leave the room. He was shocked and looked at the students slumped on the ground below with cautious expressions!

Finally, the gunman inside realized something was wrong.

The chief criminal, Abu Bakr al-Baghdad, was in the lecture theater. When no one responded to the intercom, he knew that the Mexican police had begun to take action. He asked people to go out and take a look.

The younger brother was just about to open the door, but he hadn't reached it yet.

boom! ! !

The door was blown to pieces, and the huge shock wave carried wood fragments and inserted them into the gunman's eyes. The gunman was in pain, but fortunately, he was killed in just a few seconds.

The explosion shook the lights out, causing them to flicker.

"Get down!!" John McTavish yelled and calmly pulled the trigger at the gunman.

The division of labor is clear, and other soldiers shoot at others.

Why are soldiers elite?

Long term training!

Muscle memory!

Just like you can't help but feel itchy to move bricks when you see them, they are thinking about how to shoot quickly when they see their heads.

It's called instinct.

"Don't move! Stop!" the chief criminal Abu Bakr Baghdad shouted loudly, holding a female student in his hand and pointing a pistol at her head. The other party was stunned, tears were pouring, and her legs were Weak.

The Iraqis shouted excitedly, speaking mixed words.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the chief criminal, Abu Bakr Baghdad, stared. A bullet hole appeared on his forehead. Blood and brain matter flowed down from the wound. His hands softened and his body collapsed, pressing the female student under him. .

John McTavish rushed over, grabbed the opponent's head, and came over forcefully, "You're still dead and you're taking advantage, pull him out and shoot him!"

…

Major General Otto Skorzeny outside looked at the watch on his wrist, a trace of struggle flashing in his eyes.

It's been two or three minutes.

However, at this moment, there was an uproar in the school, and then a group of students were seen rushing outside in hundreds.

"Mother!!"

"Mother!"

The students cried and rushed to their parents who had been waiting anxiously. They immediately hugged them and cried. The parents were also very distressed.

The captain of the National Guard said to the trembling reporters in front of him, "Gentlemen, you can film now. This touching scene is exactly what General Victor wanted!"

"You guys should understand what I mean." The captain squinted his eyes.

"Understood!" The reporters looked at each other and said sporadically.

"louder please."

"clear!"

The captain nodded with satisfaction and said to his subordinates, "Give them the tools back, it's their turn to work."

Major General Otto Skorzeny breathed a sigh of relief. He was under great mental pressure. Looking at the captain of Task Force 141, John McTavish, he shouted, "John."

"How is it? Are there any casualties?"

"We killed 13 gunmen in total, no one was injured, and no students."

Major General Otto Skorzeny patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "Well done, don't worry, the general will not forget your contribution! The Mexican people will not forget it either!"

This made the other party excited, with fanatical eyes.

"Hi! Victor!"

The perfect solution to this hijacking incident must be publicized.

That night, the Northern Governor TV station said so.

"The general's soldiers defended Mexico with courage, fearlessness and blood, and they will win! Long live!"

"Mexico's victory belongs to Victor! To all the Mexican people!"

…

Iraq declared war on the anti-Iraqi alliance!

Thousands of hostages in Mexico.

These are the two hottest news recently.

The perfect handling of the latter made Victor really proud. When he was in the hospital, many representatives of countries came to visit him and comforted him.

This large-scale hijacking, without any damage, is really enough to be included in the anti-terrorism textbook, and Victor was also very generous in the face of the "training requests" of some small countries.

Anyone can come, free training, food and accommodation!

Another wave of reputation.

In the future, I should have a lot of goodwill when I usurp the throne.

In the ward, Victor sat up. He met a "miracle doctor". Within two days, he sat up directly, and all other instruments were removed.

He watched the declaration of war by the Iraqi spokesperson on TV, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and sneered.

1VS35!

Brother, who gave you the courage?

I have to say that sometimes, some people look like tough guys, but they have no political sensitivity at all. You are directly declaring war on so many people. How can the Soviets help you?

They themselves were all covered in shit in the Afghan war, and they dare not stand up for you.

You TM, if you can defeat the coalition forces of 35 countries.

I tell you, you really created a miracle.

The sixth largest seat is yours.

Can that Libyan idiot compare with you?

Of course, if you haven't done it, cough cough cough...

You are a bit unlucky.

However, Victor has seen a 1vs17 tough guy, but you 35 people, tut tut tut, wish you good luck... No, I am also the one who will do it to you.

Click! ~

The door of the ward was opened, and Victor suddenly threw away the cigarette nervously.

Belsaria stood outside with a frown, "You smoke again, don't you want to get better?"

Victor laughed awkwardly, this woman likes to control her man smoking.

"You're not well yet, can't you just have a seizure after you're discharged?"

"I know, don't worry, the doctor said I'm in good health, Jason went to get me the physical examination report." Victor had just finished speaking when he saw the intelligence chief coming in with the report.

"Come on, come on, take a look, how's my health." He hurriedly took it and looked at it himself first, his eyes widened, and Belsaria was instantly nervous, "What's wrong?!"

She hurried over.

But Victor took this opportunity to hug her and kiss her, "It's okay!"

This made Belsaria blush.

Jason Bourne didn't even tremble next to him.

You MD! Sure enough, the boss can do anything, and he's so good at picking up girls!

If his eggs are broken, he won't be so coquettish.

No, there's also a tongue...

Belsaria hit him and raised her head, "Victor~"

"What's wrong?"

"My... my brother wants to see you."

"???" Victor raised his eyebrows.

Belsaria said hurriedly, "I don't know where he heard about you, but he must come to see you."

Meeting his brother-in-law so soon?

But Belsaria is looking for a boyfriend, and some people in the Rumsfeld family must have some ideas.

"Of course, no problem!"

Victor said with a smile, and suddenly he didn't know where the idea came from, "By the way, does your brother wear a bulletproof vest?"

……