Working as a police officer in Mexico

There are staunch internationalist fighters, staunch feudalist fighters, and naturally there are capitalist fighters. Some fight for world peace, and some fight for their own interests.

Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi He was confused, sitting in the car and looking at the pouring rain outside.

Maybe…

He just fights for that bite of food.

He once joined the "Anti-Victor Alliance" for food, but the Northern Army's indiscriminate bombing caused him to lose his home, relatives and friends, and too much. He was filled with anger towards the dictator. heart.

Victor?

In the name of drug control, he is actually a bastard who brings disaster to the country and the people!

He started a war to satisfy his own interests!

Shameful, despicable villain.

Now, out of respect for Mr. Jose Andres Guardado, Staff Officer Federico placed the bet on Nuevo León on himself.

This was the first time he was so firmly needed, and he couldn't let him down.

He looked at his watch and picked up the walkie-talkie, "Everyone, speed up. Enter the enemy-occupied area before eight o'clock in the morning. Each person will be rewarded with 500 US dollars!"

A staff officer sitting next to him who had a good relationship with him hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Maybe we should give our brothers more benefits."

"did you mean?"

"Three villages in the border area surrendered to Victor. They are traitors. They should... be taught a lesson."

Federico frowned immediately.

He understood what the other party meant.

Loot and slaughter!

"According to the plan, we will cross the border, and in the middle of our route, there is a village with about 400 people. We want to mess up the situation. I think we have to attack them first. Relying on our fighting power, it won't take long Just take it off and be fully capable of continuing the mission.”

Federico was silent, he really hated this.

But he also understands that you cannot use moral standards to measure the combat effectiveness of drug dealers. You have to let them understand what it means to be profitable.

He hesitated and squinted, "Our troops are divided into three groups. I will lead two regiments to cut off the Western Route Army's retreat. You and Luka will lead two battalions each to create chaos. All you have to do is be responsible. Muddy the water and draw the enemy's attention."

He still felt that he had to "get down to business."

"yes!"

The co-pilot and the staff officer sitting next to him looked surprised, looked at each other, and responded quickly.

After all, what's faster than a robbery.

The three regiments of the "Monterey Division" have a total of nearly 7,000 people. All members are equipped with AK47, RPG series rocket launchers, the same RD-54 carrying equipment of the Soviet army, RPK-74 light machine guns, and two RGD-5 grenades per person. It's still an SSH-40 steel helmet, TMD. People who are unfamiliar with it may think that the Soviets have invaded.

But this group of people received indeed pure American training.

Basically composed of desperadoes, drug dealers, gamblers and some gangsters, the fighting force is tough and full of excitement.

Just to support these people, Nuevo Leon Power spends at least millions of dollars every month.

But the only advantage is that there is no pension.

No kidding, drug dealers don't need that.

After four hours of long-distance attack, the "Monterey" Division entered the border area, divided its troops into three groups, and acted separately.

Because the state of Coahuila was just liberated, the maintenance of public security relies entirely on the Fourth Division. The border is too long and there is no one to patrol it.

The National Guard has not yet been replaced by military personnel to protect places like this.

Moo~

On the hillside, a half-grown boy was sitting cross-legged on a stone. Not far away, two cows were grazing, with their tails hanging behind them and feces still sticking to their buttocks. Mosquitoes were buzzing.

The child was sitting on a stone, holding a yellowed book in his hand, tapping on it word by word, and saying, "This is... um?"

When he encountered a word he didn’t recognize, he scratched his head, circled it with a pencil, and said, “Ask the teacher later.”

When he thought of the teacher, a smile appeared on his pitch-black face.

His parents were both dead and he had been picking up garbage since he was a child. In the old Mexico era, he was forced to grow YS. When General Victor's soldiers came in, all the drug dealers were shot.

He had seen drug traffickers who bullied him being hanged!

But he was not afraid at all. Instead, a very excited mood filled his heart.

Later, he was classified as living in a single household, but because of his young age and receiving a subsidy from the northern government of 600 pesos a month, he was entrusted to the care of a lonely old man in the village.

And they also set up schools to let them study. If they don't let children study, their families will be criticized.

The urban area also sent two teachers to teach them.

The candy the teacher gave me...

Really sweet!

They laugh and it's really nice.

The child is also relatively precocious. He helps herd cattle in his spare time and carries books with him. He wants to get into a good university.

Then…

Then help more people!

Woohoo~

Just when he was about to turn the book, he suddenly heard the sound of a machine. The cow also raised his head in confusion, but his mouth was still chewing hard.

The child stood up and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw many cars driving on the road, as well as many strange armed men in military uniforms.

That uniform is not from the Northern Army at all.

He stared, panicked, and jumped down from the stone. He didn't even have time to pick up the book after it fell to the ground. He didn't bother to care about the cow, and quickly took a shortcut and ran towards the village.

"It's not good! It's not good!"

The old farmer who was drying corn at the entrance of the village saw him running over, and when he was about to step on his corn, he shouted, "Alamein! Don't run! What's going on?"

"The drug dealers are coming! The drug dealers are coming!"

The child shouted breathlessly.

The old farmer's expression changed, and the faces of the villagers nearby who heard the noise also froze, and then they started shouting in panic.

Drug dealer!

There is no way to describe it in four words: extremely vicious.

Many drug trafficking groups will ask for "extortion money" from the local area. As long as you pay safely, it will be no problem, but the price they charge is completely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

So, some people resisted.

There is a village in the state of Michoacan called Texcaltitlan. The Michoacán family came here to ask for money. The villagers who couldn't bear it fought with the drug dealers, killing ten people and four of them themselves.

This aroused the dissatisfaction of the Michoacan family. They sent people to kidnap the village chief and his son, as well as three village policemen and dozens of villagers and execute them!

Massacres, extermination of villages, and even forcing female villagers to sell sex, and drug trafficking of children are common.

"They will kill us! No, no, let's go!" A man shouted with fear in his eyes, screaming, and running around like a fly.

Bang!

A gunshot!

Everyone at the entrance of the village fell silent.

I saw a man with a scar on his face, half of his nose missing, and a slight limp wearing a cowboy hat and holding an M9 pistol in his hand. His voice was hoarse, and his vocal cords were obviously injured.

"Why panic! All personnel are in a state of war. Cali, take the militia to get firearms. Kilt, take the old, weak, sick and disabled to the cave in the back mountain. Mikasa, call the surrounding towns for help!"

Everyone whose name was called responded.

Everyone calmed down when they saw him and had a backbone.

Victor has implemented a "militia policy" very early. First, it can provide him with sufficient soldiers and reduce the training period for new recruits. Second, it can allow them to protect themselves, especially when they face drug traffickers in border areas.

This village has a population of 400, and all young men and women have undergone military training.

The bullets fired by men and women are equally lethal.

They were also equipped with weapons, but of course not too many, 30 assault rifles, an M249 machine gun, 2 rocket launchers, 5 artillery shells, and 20,000 rounds of ammunition.

Only the village chief has the key, and he will send someone to check it every week. If the account cannot be reconciled, he will go to jail.

The village chief Lebua Bogdo walked up to the yelling villager and looked at him with sinister eyes. The other person's eyes flickered and his head was lowered.

"Isn't he just a drug dealer? What are you afraid of!"

"I followed General Victor on an expedition from east to west. After 21 battles, I killed 318 drug dealers and captured 76 alive. In the last battle, the entire platoon died and I was the only one left. I resisted the drug dealer for three hours in a row. Attack, when I was dug out of the dead body, I still had the drug dealer’s ear in my mouth, bah! The bastard’s meat stinks!”

"The general recognized my bravery and personally awarded me a pistol." He clapped the M9 pistol in his hand and looked at everyone.

The child Alamein looked at him with bright eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and was excited all over.

"When I came to the village, what did I see? Poor people, drug dealers, orphans, prostitutes!"

"What happens when I arrive?"

"The poor guy has money in his pocket, the drug dealer is killed, the orphan has a book to read, and the prostitute has clothes on!"

The village chief Lebua Bogdo took a deep breath and said, "The general treats us well and only fights to the death. Everyone, are you just going to watch your home be destroyed again?"

"Take up your gun and resist!"

"If I unfortunately die in battle, please tell my eldest brother that his parents asked him to support him and that he has become a general. Long live General Victor!!!"

A deafening sound came from the biting vocal cords.

Alamein raised his little hand, "Long live General Victor!!!"

The militia members who came running with guns also chanted.

"Let's go, Alamein, follow me."

The village leader named Gilt wears glasses and pulls the children when he comes up.

"I won't leave, I want to stay and fight!"

The village chief Lebua Bogdo took an M249 machine gun from the militiamen. Hearing Alamein's words, he looked at him, walked over and touched his head.

"Village Chief, I want to stay." Alamein said stubbornly, looking at the other person's face, Lebua Bogdo suddenly smiled.

The face injured by the bomb had a "ferocious" smile. When he saw him for the first time, Alamein was frightened and cried.

Now...his eyes are red.

"Little brat, I'm not dead yet. You have to fight and you have to grow up. Come on, it won't be your turn until we are all dead."

The village cadre pulled him beside him, "Yes, let's go, don't delay the village chief and the others."

Alamein pursed his lips.

Lebua Bogdo buttoned up his clothes and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Don't cry, why are you crying like a man!"

"Remember to eat more, you are too thin."

"Victor's soldiers need to be strong!"

"Go away."

Lebua Bogdo slapped Alamein on the head, and the latter was dragged away, crying.

He took a deep breath, "The first squad controls the commanding heights, the second squad controls the crater on the left side of the village entrance, and the third squad is inside the house, proceeding according to the exercise plan."

"Follow me first class."

"Class 2, follow me."

"Class three..."

The squad leader shouted, leading the men into combat positions.

…

"Sir, Taos Village has arrived."

Javier Basque was sitting in the car when a second lieutenant ran over and said.

He was the officer who persuaded General Federico Ferrari Orsi to massacre the village.

With his triangular eyes open and white lower eyes, he looked a bit scary.

After getting off the car, I looked into the distance, but he was relatively short, less than 160cm tall, and could not see clearly ahead. Of course, he was much taller than the Japanese god of war, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi.

"Help me up." He pointed to the hood of the off-road vehicle next to him and said that he wanted to stand up and take a look.

The second lieutenant was startled and said hesitantly, "Sir, this is too dangerous."

"Hahaha, are you still afraid of snipers? I'll just look at the location." Javier Basque smiled and waved his hand.

Seeing how determined he was, the second lieutenant had no choice but to obey him.

Standing on the hood, you can indeed see the village in the distance.

This side is surrounded by mountains, so we can only charge on three sides, but...why is there no one there?

Could it be that someone discovered it? !

He lowered his head and shouted to the soldiers below to charge.

Bang!

A short gunshot startled the birds in the woods outside the village.

Javier Basque's head "collapsed" and half of his face was gone. Blood instantly poured on the second lieutenant's face. The latter stared and his pupils shrank.

The body fell from the SUV.

Lying on the ground…

The surrounding Monterey Division soldiers were stunned!

The commander was sniped? ! !

"kill!"

"Kill this village!"

After Javier Basque fell, a major battalion commander took over the command and shouted angrily.

a few minutes ago…

On a roof in the village, two militiamen were lying on their stomachs, holding M16 series rifles in their hands.

They were obviously surprised to see so many drug dealers, but who would have thought that at this moment, a man who looked like a commander climbed onto the hood and pointed fingers.

"Chavez, can you kill him?" a young-looking militiaman asked his companion next to him.

The latter gestured at the distance and said, "I'll give it a try!"

The companion nodded, a little nervous.

Among all the militia companies, Chavez's marksmanship was the best. He even participated in the militia competition held by the Fourth Marine Division and came just short of second place. The very big officer said that after he joined the army, he would be given the best marksmanship. He holds the rank of second lieutenant.

Chavez aimed at Javier Basque. After he calmed down, he could hear his heart pounding. He took a deep breath, three points and one line.

Shoot decisively!

The bullet comes out!

In the blink of an eye, the person standing on the off-road vehicle fell off.

"Well done!" the companion shouted excitedly.

Chavez smiled coyly.

At this moment, the drug dealer outside was obviously furious and charged towards the village.

The battle begins instantly!

On the back mountain.

Listening to the gunshots below, everyone turned around.

"Let's go! Stop looking." Gilt touched Alamein's head.

"I swear on the Seychelles River that I will kill all the drug dealers!!!"

The Seychelles is a river next to it that has nurtured its people for many years.

Gilt sighed.

…

Tijuana.

The weather was foggy.

It's raining lightly.

The roads were full of vehicles, honking their horns and shouting curses.

And in a very private hospital.

Quietly!

Everyone inside stood erect.

There were only heart-rending screams in the delivery room.

Victor sat quietly, his eyelids trembling.

Today is the day...former secretary Krista Schroeder gives birth.

Casare next to him smiled and said, "Boss, don't worry too much, it'll be fine. We have the best doctors in Mexico here."

Victor raised his head and looked at him. Fatty Ka had lost a lot of weight recently. Since his mother died, his emotions had been suppressed for a long time before he relaxed.

His younger brother Tian graduated early and was assigned to the guard's office as a confidant. He only had to work for two years and would definitely have to move to a higher position.

He nodded, "You have to rest a lot recently, and the dark circles under your eyes are getting thicker."

Casare felt warm in his heart.

Pa da ~

The lights in the operating room dimmed.

When he saw the door open and the doctor come out, Casare hurriedly stood up and ran over, "How is the doctor?"

For those who didn’t know, I thought his wife was giving birth to a baby.

"Mother and child are safe, 8 pounds." The female doctor said with a smile.

Casare laughed, "Boss! You are a father!"

Victor came over and said that it was impossible not to be excited and took the child from the doctor's hands. This was the first time he was a father in two lives.

Looking at him with his eyes closed, he felt a sense of blood connection.

The little thing kicked its short legs and blew bubbles from its mouth, and Victor smiled.

The all-powerful leader of the Northern Army outside actually showed a gentle expression at this time.

Standing nearby were Minister of Propaganda Goebbels, Chief of Guard Joseph Joffre, Deputy Governor Casare, Intelligence Department George Smiley, Jason Bourne, etc. all looked happy.

The general has a daughter!

This means that their small group has a target of allegiance in the future.

Everyone looked at this "little prince" with soft eyes.

If the head wife cannot give birth to a son in the future, then this will be their "King!"

loyalty! !

At this moment, the nurse came out pushing the mobile bed, and Krista Schroeder was lying on it with a pale face.

Seeing her like this, even Victor, who had a cold nature, felt a little guilty. After all, when a woman gives birth to a child, she is really fighting against death.

Just a walk in hell.

"Thank you~" Victor whispered.

Krista Schroeder smiled, "Let me see."

Putting the child next to her, looking at the chubby face, a smile appeared on the woman's face.

She looked at Victor, "General, give him a name."

As he spoke, there was pleading in his eyes.

Casare and others stood aside and became quiet for a moment.

They all know that Krista Schroeder is raised in an outer room by the eldest son. If they are willing to use the surname "Vieri", it means that they will accept him.

Otherwise, just be an outsider.

Victor looked down at his chubby son and touched his little face.

"From now on, his name will be Caesar Napoleon Vieri!"

Kasare's eyes widened suddenly.

Goebbels narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Krista Schroeder immediately burst into tears of joy.

…