Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor hates Americans very, very much.

I don’t know why, but these guys have a disgusting and disgusting impulse.

"Mr. Governor...Mr. Field Whitney is going to die." Brazilian representative Enrique said tremblingly next to him. Looking at the American with blood on his face from the corner of his eye, he was a little frightened.

Latin America is rich in tyrants!

For example, Mexico’s iron-fisted tyrants: Porfirio Diaz Mori and General Victoriano Huerta.

Manuel Estrada Cabrera of Guatemala.

General Maximiano Hernandez Martinez of El Salvador believed in witchcraft and governed the country poorly during his tenure.

There is also the Somoza family, which has ruled Nicaragua for more than 40 years, and is the lackeys and minions of the United States.

There are countless such powerful figures, most of whom came to power through military coups.

So there is a saying: magical, expressive and mythical Latin American style.

Many people don't have much favorable impressions of the United States.

Oops~ I have rebelled and become the master of my own country, and now you, the United States, are still going to give me advice?

But most tyrants still pretend to be "modest".

How can he be like Victor, giving someone an ashtray when he comes up?

"Going to die? Are you there? Go and have a look."

Propaganda Minister Goebbels next to him nodded, walked over, grabbed Field Whitney's hair, dragged it to a washing stone nearby, looked around, and asked someone to take the ax from the door of a house. .

Lift it up!

With a ferocious expression on his face, he struck hard at his neck!

My head just dropped with a gurgling sound.

hiss…

Many people in the delegation standing nearby were so frightened that they fell to the ground, and some even peed.

After staying in the so-called "civilized society" for a long time, I always think that people outside will give up on you because of the name "United Nations".

What a joke!

Do you know what a military leader is?

Europe's military leaders lack domineering power. Look at the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. What about Wei Bo Ya Bing and politics?

I am a military commander and I will listen to your politics!

Don't talk about any nonsense with me. If you don't make me happy, I will kill you. Obviously, Victor is not happy with Field Whitney.

George Smiley and others had expressionless faces.

The general has become more bloodthirsty recently. Perhaps in order to stretch his muscles, drug dealers in Tijuana prisons will be pulled out and killed with his own hands.

What about hammering, flogging, and beating? The criminals screamed.

Enrique, the representative of Brazil, turned pale and swallowed. His pupils were radioactively dilated and his whole body was shaking.

He nearly collapsed to the ground when Victor's hand clapped on his shoulder.

Mainly because the American's neck was spurting blood.

When have you ever seen this scene?

"Don't worry, friends are here. I have good wine. If the enemy comes, all I have is a shotgun." Victor supported him and said with a smile.

Suddenly he turned his head, his eyes were sinister, like an eagle looking at a wolf!

Looking at the crying stenographer, "Write, Field Whitney died in an accident."

Propaganda Minister Goebbels slowly approached with the ax in his hand.

The stenographer hurriedly picked up the note and wrote it down, but his hands were shaking while writing. After finishing writing, Victor grabbed it and looked at the delegation with satisfaction, "You should be willing to sign it. "

Under his pressure, everyone signed their names.

Victor handed it to Goebbels and said, "Let's make a press release and express our condolences to the family of Mr. Field Whitney."

This thing about public opinion...

It depends on who has the initiative.

Even if you find out later that Victor killed Field Whitney, if you publicize it in a big way, you will already be at a disadvantage in terms of public opinion.

"Let's go, gentlemen and ladies, I have prepared a welcome dinner for you at the Governor's Mansion."

Victor pulled the Brazilian and Venezuelan representatives from left to right, followed by others, surrounding him and leaving the slum.

As for the Yankee corpse?

"Feed the dogs." Goebbels threw the ax on the ground, glanced at it, and said to the bodyguard.

As for fear of retaliation?

From the moment the U.S. military began to oppose and the political arena began to commit crimes, there was no sworn relationship.

The most important thing is that I do whatever the general tells me to do.

The main one: loyalty!

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It gets dark very early in North America.

In a tropical rain forest on the border of Guerrero and Michoacán.

You can vaguely see a camp inside.

The lights flickered and the figures burned.

This is the location of the 7th Missile Battalion of Southern Mexico, equipped with two MGM-52 ballistic missiles, which is also commonly known as "Changmao!".

Drug traffickers spent a lot of money and got a lot of obsolete stuff from the United States.

The price is not cheap, and the range is still close.

The total distance is only about 120 kilometers. It is simply a fantasy to launch from here to Tijuana, but since it is revenge, then prepare to launch an attack on the city of Michoacán.

But there are "two or five guys" in the drug dealer group, and if the news about Ethan Hunter is released, it may not be easy to launch normally.

Snap!

From a wooden cabin in the camp, a man who was obviously drunk walked out. He was wearing a brown military uniform with the rank of captain on it.

Drug dealers in the south are becoming more and more formalized, but these military uniforms are really ugly!

He untied his belt and went to a dark place to drain the water. He shivered and a stream of water spurted out, making a soul-stirring sound.

He was about to pull up his pants when a hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind and dragged him into the bushes!

Woo woo woo!

The captain stared and tried to struggle. A dagger stabbed into his neck artery. Blood spurted out. The bloodletting groove on the bayonet accelerated the bleeding speed. After a while, he stopped moving.

Simon Riley, the "ghost" painted with paint, pulled out the dagger, gestured to the surroundings, and lowered his body.

He saw about a dozen people coming out of the bushes in the rainforest next to him.

141 Task Force!

Current name: 141st Special Brigade of the Mexican Army!

Victor is well aware of the necessity of special operations in modern battlefields. The number of people has increased from the original 89 to 312. The former first-class police chief John McTavish serves as the captain with the rank of colonel!

312 people were selected from the 100,000 people in the Northern Governor's Office.

The selection is self-registration and recommendation by the troops. The period is 1 month. It will go through many selections. The number of participants is more than 3,000. In the end, only 200 people will be selected. The ratio seems high, but these 3,000 people are the elite of their respective troops.

The mortality rate is also very high.

The last selection criterion is that five recruits are in a group. The command will give them a name, find him, and kill him!

Of course, it won't be too difficult. You can't just say to kill a certain drug dealer. Most of them are drug dealer leaders somewhere in the border area.

If you die, it means the mission has failed.

Only true heroes can join the 141 Task Force!

In the first round, 3,000 people were selected, and more than 500 people made it to the final round. In the end, some people gave up and some people failed.

It must be said that people who come out of this kind of Gu-raising model can definitely fight.

And Victor is not stingy. If you join, you will be an officer, and the salary of a second lieutenant is much higher than that of a lieutenant in an ordinary army.

After receiving the order to remove the missile battalion, the entire battalion dispatched a total of 11 teams to infiltrate according to the given coordinates.

Simon Riley made a roundabout gesture and led his men along the black edge. He installed a silencer on the assault rifle. Hey, he actually let him sneak in and rushed into the open space, where two missile launchers were parked. He didn't care about anything and stuck to the two vehicles with a time bomb.

He waved his hand and ran.

These drug dealers have no vigilance at all!

The countdown begins...

100 seconds!

When Simon Riley approached the wooden house where the captain just walked out, he dodged and fired at the inside!

There were several drunken officers sitting inside. When they saw the stranger who suddenly broke in, they were knocked down before they could react.

As soon as the gun was fired, the special forces who had infiltrated threw grenades into the sleeping quarters of the soldiers who were sleeping soundly in the house!

Bang!

There was a bang, and then the door was opened, and the light machine gun was fired inside.

Looking at people?

Looking at who!

Shooting was the right thing to do.

The people inside fell in a pool of blood in their pants before they could react.

The duty personnel who heard the noise finally reacted, shouted and rang the alarm, and the whole barracks was in a panic.

Buzz buzz buzz~

"Where are the people! Where are the people?" There were also officers who were at a loss, and their clothes were all in tatters, looking like beggars.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Simon Riley certainly didn't want to fight a protracted war with them. The use of special forces lies in "special operations". You let them fight that kind of defensive war with the front-line troops. Isn't it asking for trouble?

When they pull up the rocket launcher, they will blow you into powder one after another.

Don't make the special forces too mythical.

You see, don't Indian brothers often have accidents?

100 seconds...

1 second...

The time bomb is up, starts to accumulate power, and explodes!

Boom!

A huge, visible shock wave wiped out everything around. Those drug dealers didn't even open their eyelids, and they lost their lives in a daze.

The trees in the nearby rainforest were blown down.

The wild animals hiding in the dark were in a panic.

On a sycamore tree in the distance, a cheetah stared at the fireball in the distance with human-like fear in its eyes. Its hair stood on end and a low roar came out of its throat.

But it soon ran away with its tail between its legs.

It can also feel the fear it brings!

Simon Riley and his men had already taken a special assault vehicle and fled. He did not even look back when he heard the explosion behind him.

A real man never looks at the explosion.

Under such an explosion, there should be no survivors.

Even if you are Gundam, you have to call daddy now.

Rushing towards Michoacan.

But the operation was not all smooth. At the border between Coahuila and Nuevo León, the 141st Task Force that raided here was counterattacked by the enemy!

Joseph Allen, who was nicknamed "Private First Class" and was in charge of the team, stepped on the "mine" used for peripheral alert.

Damn!

The drug dealers here are experienced and used to being ambushed. If they put mines outside, they will definitely explode once they step on them!

Joseph Allen was killed on the spot!

The special forces without a leader were naturally taken over by the highest-ranking military officer, but the drug dealers inside also reacted. The combat effectiveness of this group of people was obviously not right.

Don't show your head.

Basically, they relied on the cover to fight the assault team for a long time, waiting for the troops to bypass and attack the enemy from behind.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Scarecrow, who took over, shouted into the headset, patted the team members around him, and signaled him to move back.

"Bazooka, suppress the enemy's firepower!"

A strong-looking firepower hand carried an M136 AT4 bazooka and fired at the drug dealer hiding in a place!

Puff~

This thing flew over, and the drug dealer hiding over there was so scared that he ran out with his legs raised high, and he was still covering his butt?

Boom! !

Those who couldn't dodge in time were directly blown up.

The M136 AT4 bazooka is cheap at less than $1,500, which is very suitable for travel. Recently, drug dealers in the south have also begun to arm themselves on a large scale.

This thing...

is really cheap.

After the explosion, Scarecrow ran away with his men, and the drug dealers behind him chased him relentlessly, and even brought out dogs, looking like they were going to chase him to the end.

"Call for border support!"

The people following Scarecrow half-crouched down and sent a signal for help to the call positioning system according to the order.

Of course, it was not the US military's Joint Fire Support System (JFSS JASMINE)-JTAC, which is too advanced and the US military itself has not yet developed it.

The 141st Task Force is now responsible for positioning and sending out distress signals, and dispatching troops to reinforce according to the signals.

One word stands out: rich!

Basically surpassing many countries, nearly 300 countries in the world, Mexico's current military strength is definitely in the top fifteen!

This is modesty.

Not modest?

Top ten!

When Scarecrow led the soldiers to withdraw, they ran all night and were exhausted, but the drug dealers kept chasing them!

Seeing that they were about to get close to the border, they ran out of bullets.

Just when he thought he was going to die.

Two Mi-8s rushed over in the afterglow of the morning glow.

The chasing drug dealers saw this and their faces suddenly changed, and they ran away.

Damn, you have no moral principles. You still want to fight with me?

Bang, bang, bang!

The Mi-8 machine gun licked the ground, not feeling dirty at all.

The drug dealers screamed, but they also scattered in an orderly manner. The armed helicopters couldn't split them into several halves to chase them.

These drug dealers are experienced!

They are veterans at first glance.

Maybe...

The Americans?

…

Yucatan Peninsula, Cancun City.

Bang! Bang! Bang! !

"Grandmaster" Abrego smashed the table in frustration, his eyes full of resentment, "There is a traitor among us!"

He was about to take revenge on Tijuana, but was raided at night.

And the coordinates were so accurate, how can this be justified?

Abrego swept his eyes over everyone.

"Boss, you know, I can't betray the organization. My parents were all killed by Victor." A bearded man raised his hand.

"Me too, I was scared to death by Victor's shells, I can't stand them!"

Abrego looked at everyone, but not at Ethan Hunter, his eyes were a little complicated.

"Victor, what about you? Do you have anything to say? You are responsible for the intelligence."

"3 days, I will find out for you!" Ethan's eyes were sinister, "This bastard must be killed, he is destroying our interests!"

Well...

He has to scold when he is cruel.

Abrego's eyes flashed, and he looked at the other party deeply. Compared with others, he has been in the world for so many years, and he always feels that there is something about the other party that makes him unable to see through.

"Okay, let's disband, this matter will be handed over to Victor."

Everyone didn't know why he suddenly changed his style so quickly, but they still left obediently.

"Wait, Victor, I have something to tell you."

Ethan was called just when he wanted to leave, but he nodded and stopped, waiting for everyone to leave.

Abrego looked at him…

"In four days, a team of wild boys will come to guide the work. They will launch an attack on the border. You will be responsible for it then."

Ethan Hunt frowned.

I always feel that there is something wrong here!

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