Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 298 25,000 people! The advantage is mine! !

"Great victory, great victory!"

Deputy Chief of Staff Erich Ludendorff ran in from outside with a red face. He was not careful and hit the steps, almost falling flat on his face.

Fortunately, the guards next to him were quick and helped him up.

"General, the 9th Regiment of the 1st Marine Division captured Hanos at 7 o'clock in the morning, and the 1st and 3rd Regiments captured Samarayuka!"

Victor, who was eating breakfast, jumped up and ran to the sand table in three or two steps. Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener had already planted the red flags symbolizing occupation on the two small towns.

"Samalayuca is about 30 kilometers away from Juarez, a typical desert area. If we bombard it here, we can destroy Juarez!"

"According to the battle plan, we have controlled the north and west of Juarez. To the east is the Grande River. If they want to escape, they can only retreat south and run along the river coast."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener also said excitedly, "Juarez is now inescapable!"

They didn't expect that drug dealers were so vulnerable!

But think about it...

Your fucking air force has been supporting continuously, dropping hundreds of bombs, and just airstrikes all the way.

They didn't run away immediately, which is worthy of the salary given by the boss.

Now, in addition to the trend of warlordization of drug dealers in the south, the small Karamis in the north have no time and energy to develop under the fierce attack of the northern army. Their destruction is in the air.

"Next, order the Fifth and Seventh Regiments to capture El Porvenir, defend the Grande River, and wipe out all the drug dealers in Juarez!" Erich Ludendorff pointed to a small town and looked at Kennedy.

The latter looked at Victor.

"How many drug dealers are there in Juarez?"

"About 7,000..." Intelligence Captain Jason Bourne said beside him.

"Even if he has 7,000 people, if he coerces ordinary people, that would be tens of thousands of people. How many sacrifices do you think we have to make to take down this important city?" Victor asked back.

It's not too easy to train a cannon fodder, as long as you have fingers...

Can't you pull the trigger?

The bullets fired by 8-year-olds and 80-year-olds are the same.

This is also the reason why there are so many boy scouts in the African region. In order to cultivate the so-called "bloodiness", drug dealers and some warlords will even let "recruits" kill their relatives.

Bastards can do anything when they are forced.

"Let go of the southern area, don't set up any roadblocks, we will also launch an attack from the Grande River. As long as we besiege them from three sides, they will run away. Let the Fifth and Seventh Regiments take down the town of Ahumada, which is about 400 kilometers south of Juarez. When the drug dealers run here, we will besiege and annihilate them!"

Just trick them out of Juarez, and then...

"What do you think?" Victor said, looking at the professionals.

Kennedy thought about it, then nodded, "The general is very thoughtful, why didn't we think of this."

Jason Bourne glanced at him.

Bah, another flatterer!

"I'm not as good as you on the battlefield, but I think more deeply about human nature than you." Victor said with a smile, "If you think the plan is feasible, then do it this way."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who was responsible for the preparation of the plan, responded.

At this moment, the phone on the table rang quickly, and the nearest staff officer answered the phone.

"Okay, I understand." After he hung up the phone, he raised his hand, "General, the 3rd Marine Division encountered fierce bombardment from the Jalisco guerrillas in the Sevoluk Volcano area, and Division Commander Alexievich Brusilov requested a counterattack!"

"Approved! Activate Plan No. 3 and order the 3rd Division to attack Jalisco!"

Victor waved his hand.

A division has 25,000 people. I have more people and better weapons. I don't believe that you, El Mencho, can eat up my entire division.

Of course, as long as Alexievich Brusilov doesn't transport the captain to possess him, the advantage is mine!

Before Victor finished speaking, he heard rapid gunfire outside, and the whole command post was in chaos.

The chief guard, Joseph Joffre, ran in in military uniform, "General, a small group of drug guerrillas raided from the Santiago River and engaged in a firefight with our defense forces."

Everyone was a little embarrassed.

"General, let's retreat first. This... this is too dangerous." Kennedy said with a tense face.

The Santiago River is 2 kilometers away from the command post in Tepic Town. A mortar can blow it up.

"Why panic!"

Victor scolded, frowning, "All of you here are senior generals. I have seen all kinds of situations since I started the army?"

"I will sit here today. I want to see who can take my head!"

"Joseph!"

"General!"

Victor stroked his collar and patted his shoulder, "Take people to flatten the guerrillas. If they come, let them die here."

Joseph Joffre immediately felt the general's attention to him!

The boss patted your shoulder and said that the future of the company depends on you. Are you excited?

"Loyalty!"

Joseph Joffre's nostrils were smoking, like a minotaur.

After running out, he personally led a guard company to kill the guerrillas.

In the car, he also gave a brief mobilization to the team members: "Gentlemen, those dirty and stupid drug dealers have disturbed the general. Now we have to do is to kill them and let them pay with their lives. The general is watching us."

When they arrived at the front line, the guerrillas were entangled by the outer troops. As soon as the guard company joined, the drug dealers who had already wanted to retreat ran away.

Run to the assault boat.

There was another drug dealer lying on the top, shooting outside with a machine gun. The action was orderly and obviously had strict professional training.

"Run! Call for an armed helicopter!" Joseph Joffre's eyes were red and he shouted.

The team member who followed him took out a communication tool and called the Mi-8 in the guard camp.

About 20 drug dealers who infiltrated quickly pulled the engine with their hands and feet, and the engine roared, and they quickly evacuated the battlefield.

They cooperated tacitly, and they didn't look like ordinary drug dealers at all.

And ordinary drug dealers couldn't be so professional.

"Damn! Where's the helicopter?" Joseph Joffre stood on the shore with a toothache. He couldn't jump down.

There are piranhas in the rivers of many countries in Latin America.

Buzz buzz buzz~

While cursing, a painted Mi-8 flew over from a low altitude in the distance, flying over the guard company's head, and the propeller blew the river water into ripples.

The drug dealer team raised their heads when they heard the noise.

"Fuck you!!!" The leader's pupils shrank, and he actually cursed in English. Looking at the other party approaching, he pinched his nose, fell back, and rolled directly into the water.

12.7mm machine guns charged... fired!!!

Tut tut tut tut tut...

Strafe the assault boat at low altitude, isn't this just a bitch scolding a little girl - easy to take?

Many people who saw that things were not going well jumped into the river directly.

And those who didn't have time were unlucky, and the bullets passed through the barrel and shot into a sieve.

Hitting the fuel tank, there was a loud bang, and the assault boat turned into a fireball!

Seeing this, the drug dealers on the other boat kept shouting and shooting at the sky.

The bullets hit the fuselage, making crackling sounds.

"Let you taste the big treasure!" The driver's eyes lit up.

I like this kind of crushing game.

It's not too much to use (AT-3) anti-tank missiles to attack assault boats, right?

Press the button and fire directly!

Whoosh~~

The sound of the tail wing is like NMD catching an adulterer, chasing the lover to beat him up, at a speed of 120m/s, you can't dodge even if you carry an assault boat.

"Dive! Dive!!!"

A drug dealer screamed heartbreakingly, and the AT-3 hit!

Boom!!

People were blown up, and their limbs and arms fell into the water. The blood instantly dyed the entire water area red.

In the river, you can still see drug dealers trying hard to climb to the shore, flapping and waving their arms...

"Piranha, piranha, help, help..." A drug dealer saw the school of fish and took a closer look. It was a red-bellied piranha!

The man was so scared that he peed and cried, and screamed at his companions.

Seeing no one paying attention to him, he swam in panic, but was caught up by the school of fish in a short while, and bit his calf first. The severe pain made him struggle and scream.

But dozens of red-bellied piranhas came up to bite him after smelling the blood!

The heart-wrenching screams even scared the birds flying in the sky. The drug dealer who climbed ashore knelt on the ground and retched. When he turned his head, he saw a horrifying scene.

A skeleton...

actually floated up! ! Floated away along the river...

"Ugh..."

Even the experienced drug dealer was so scared that he couldn't help but feel sick.

This fish is famous for attacking people. There have been hundreds of attacks on people in Argentina, and they come in groups.

On March 12, 2015, an 11-year-old boy in Peru accidentally fell into a pond where piranhas were raised. He was eaten by piranhas in just a few minutes. When the boy was fished out, only his bones were left.

It eats human bodies faster than men take a shower.

"Catch them, catch them, don't let them run away." The co-pilot and part-time observer of the Mi-8 pointed at the drug dealers on the shore and said excitedly.

"Run... run!! Run into the woods!!"

"Captain of the Guard, what... should we do?" A second lieutenant of the guard company asked.

"Pick up the bones. You want to die after offending the general? Take his ashes back and crush them with a grinder to feed the dogs!"

Joseph Joffre said this with gritted teeth.

The second lieutenant shuddered.

It's really cruel!

Victor might have laughed it off for offending the general, but the gang of "villains" and "running dogs" under his command were not so easy to fool.

Even if he died, he had to make amends!

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In the poorhouse in Guadalajara, Jalisco.

El Mencho was giving candy to a mentally retarded child, stroking his head and teaching him to speak.

If it weren't for the trembling nun standing next to him and the gun-wielding drug dealers on guard, it would really be a "charity drama".

"Boss..." Jose Armando, nicknamed "Cow", ran in from outside and lowered his voice, "The mission failed."

This cow is not because he is a woman, but because he is fat and has sagging breasts...

El Mencho paused when he heard this, but soon laughed, "Doesn't this prove that my guess is correct?"

"There are definitely big shots in Tepic, and their command post is even inside!"

Jose Armando was listening quietly. If someone else said this, he would definitely retort: ​​What you said about NM is a bunch of nonsense.

"What does the intelligence from the Cali Group say?" Elmenbridge asked with a raised eyebrow.

That’s right…

He hugged her thigh!

Originally, the Sinaloa drug cartel was the first choice of Colombians. After all, it is one of the "six leaders" of North American drug cartel.

But who would have thought that the original shares would be chopped off and the Sinaloa Group would be destroyed.

Guzman, Guzman!

You said you were awesome...

I was so angry that I had a brain hemorrhage.

Confused!

If you are so small-minded, wouldn't you just be beaten to pieces by Victor?

Those who do great things... have good blood pressure!

Well now, Sinaloa is broken up and you yourself are "captured" by the new generation in Jalisco.

Basically everyone in the drug dealer circle knows about this.

Guzman is being held captive in Elmen Bridge!

To the outside world: care for the seniors.

In fact, everyone knows that this Diaomao plans to build a memorial arch.

After the Colombian drug lord lost a reliable partner in Mexico, he always felt that Juarez and the Gulf Group were a bit unreliable and urgently needed someone to join them.

At this time, the violent and cruel state of Jalisco was naturally selected.

Moreover, what is particularly funny is that the middleman is a CIA agent stationed in Latin America.

Hold! ! !

The North American drug cartel went to blow up the Statue of Liberty, and Pablo was wanted around the world, but then he cooperated with them. What a magical story this is.

CIA, you must make this little money, right?

Isn’t it just a few hundred million dollars a year?

This little money... seems like the Statue of Liberty is dead.

Anyway, that is the face of the United States, not the face of the CIA. If brothers want to eat, they must have income.

Now a new generation in Jalisco has replaced Guzman's Sinaloa cartel as partners in Mexico.

Gave a lot of help.

for example…

Help recruit desperadoes and provide arms.

"The people in Cali were beheaded..." Jose Armando said in a muffled voice. "The intelligence department of the Northern Army seems to be crazy. As long as someone gives a nod, they will arrest everyone, good or bad."

"Victor obviously made up his mind."

Elmenjo frowned, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, a little messy. He raised his head and saw his cousin Alexey Lewis Cervantes, who is also the intelligence leader of the group, trotting in, quickly Said, "A northern army of about 20,000 people rushed into Jalisco and was fighting our team at the Sevoluco volcano."

"Victor has such a big appetite. Juarez has not eaten yet, but he is going to attack us. We are fighting on two fronts, and we are not afraid of choking!" El Mencho couldn't help laughing when he heard the news, his eyes were dangerous. .

"Let our people not get entangled with his main line troops. If the guerrillas attack in small groups, they will definitely run away when the losses are heavy."

Alexey Lewis Cervantes nodded vigorously, "Understood!"

Elmenjo nodded, touched the silly child next to him, pinched his face, "I gave you candy, can you do me a favor?"

The other party nodded stupidly and kept smiling. He was led away by Elmenjo. The nun couldn't help but say, "Sir...sir...he is just a idiot."

El Mencho did not look back, but glanced at his younger brother Jose Armando, who lowered his head. After walking out of the door, he heard gunshots and frightened cries from behind.

"Uncle...they..."

El Mencho had a sullen face, and his movements suddenly became louder, and he pulled his arm. Silently, he cried, "It hurts, it hurts, uncle."

He dragged the other person to a small room. There was a horse boy next to him who opened the door and saw a lion lying inside. Elmenjo touched the stupid boy's head and said, "It's hungry. Please help me feed it." ”

Push him in hard!

Silly boy is stupid, but he could sense that something was wrong. He cried out, but El Mencho kicked him in the stomach. He closed the door with a sinister look. He saw the lion lying in the corner with a collar on his neck. He was still wearing the necklace, but he had already stood up, with thick saliva still flowing from his mouth.

Looking with fierce eyes...

He opened his mouth and pounced!

El Mencho outside lit a cigarette for himself, listened to the chewing sound inside, smiled and said to himself, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

The boy next to him looked like he was used to it.

The new generation of Jalisco is known for its brutality. Before them, old-school groups such as Sinaloa generally would not kill civilians as long as they paid protection fees.

But they are different. It is simply appalling to see animals eating people, bathing in sulfuric acid, or even allowing soldiers to eat people.

This is why Victor doesn't want the drug dealer to surrender!

I'll kill you with all your heads!

The worst thing is, kill them all. Anyway, as long as the environment is peaceful and the society is stable, the population will grow again in more than ten years!

Victor is so ruthless that he can gamble with a generation of Mexicans for the next hundreds of years.

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