Working as a police officer in Mexico

May 15th.

Yucatan Peninsula, Cancun!

The fog was very thick.

A very simple day, but equally, today is not that simple either.

The funeral of "Master" Abrego will be held today.

In order to show off their justice, drug dealers in the south publicized his great achievements, such as building bridges and paving roads in the local area, distributing cash to the poor, etc., making him look like a positive figure.

Long-term struggle with northern warlords.

In the end... he died heroically due to Victor's despicable methods.

Several southern states are also required to fly flags at half-mast in the next few days and hold mourning ceremonies in squares.

The cardinal held a Bible and prayed in front of the coffin.

All the important people came, and Abrego's mistresses cried with joy.

Done.

The money bag is gone.

How to maintain high-intensity consumption in the future?

Abrego's sons stood in three corners with expressionless faces, surrounded by their respective younger brothers. Judging from their atmosphere...

Not friendly at all!

The main reason is that Abrego died too suddenly, and a successor has not yet been trained and designated. Besides...

Where did the drug dealer family get the idea that father dies and son succeeds?

Whoever has a big fist is the right one!

Otherwise, do you think they are willing to cooperate with Arturo Desena, the new "Z" of "Los Zetas"?

Pooh!

It’s not that the opponent is too capable.

When Abrego was a "grand master", he liked this young man and helped him a lot. Los Zetas, which was crippled by the Northern Army, recruited people from all over the world, including robbers, special forces, and guerrillas. …

As long as you come, every one counts.

Plus American weapons, armored vehicles, off-road vehicles, and even missile vehicles.

Just allow…

They can deploy a company-level combat team across the country within four hours, of course...only in the south-central and north?

He was beaten into pieces as soon as he landed in the air.

Los Zetas' strength is even more "wild" than before.

After the priest's final prayers.

Accompanied by Abrego's favorite music: "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis Presley.

Several sons and senior officials carried his coffin slowly towards the cemetery.

The female relatives sobbed softly.

Woo~! ! Woohoo! ! ! !

Suddenly, the air raid sirens suddenly sounded, interrupting the crying, and everyone raised their heads in panic.

Bodyguards in suits rushed over.

"Sir, leave quickly. Four Northern Army planes are withdrawing towards Cancun. The Air Force has already intercepted them!"

A senior military official said anxiously to the pseudo-President Elvis Salinas.

When he heard it.

Damn it!

Run!

Just run away.

I'm afraid that if I'm too late, I'll be lying here with Abrego later.

Seeing him running away, the others quickly retreated!

The people from Los Zetas escorted Arturo Desena into the car, and the three brothers over there, the eldest and the third, threw their coffins into silence.

The second eldest brother, Bellman, had some conscience, but only a little. After hesitating for a moment, he ran away with his relatives.

The Southern Army currently uses mostly US military F-4 Phantom fighter jets, while the Northern Army uses F14, third-generation fighter jets.

Although each has its own advantages, under the standard of supersonic flight, the F14 has better endurance. A "Tomcat" got into the group of fighter jets that came to intercept, turning the opponent upside down.

"Lock! Lock!!"

The red dot on the radar clicked hard, the F14 pilot pressed the button decisively, and the AIM-9 Sidewinder rushed out with a whoosh.

Infrared guidance...

The Southern Army quickly changed direction, but the speed of the Mach 2.5 missile still quickly caught up with the F4. It was useless even if the floor oil was stamped out, and it hit the flank.

Its wings were directly blown away, and the entire plane was shattered into pieces.

The rest of the ghosts were so frightened that they fled.

The remaining F14s rushed towards the funeral site and dropped three incendiary bombs above it. The huge flames engulfed the venue at once.

die?

Offending Victor will make you feel uncomfortable even if you die!

These pilots flew over the busy area very "arrogantly", causing sonic booms that shook the glass on both sides constantly, and the white-collar workers working inside screamed loudly.

You can see the pilot's face clearly from the driver's seat!

"Return!"

Following the captain's order, the F14 soared into the sky and ran away before the Southern Air Force could react.

As for dropping bombs on other areas...

Totally unnecessary.

I haven’t called you yet, I’ll call you later.

And after sitting in Victor's position, he considered more, such as the ecological environment. The Yucatan Peninsula is a famous tourist attraction in Mexico. If he does well, it will be no worse than the Maldives every year.

Some things really explode when they explode.

After the plane left, Abrego's sons and some senior officials came back. Looking at the scorched venue, the second son Behrman knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

"Victor, fuck XM!"

alright…

Now "Grand Master" Abrego has turned into ashes and is everywhere.

Behrman wiped his eyes, stood up, glanced at the funeral venue, looked at his eldest brother who also had a gloomy face, and shouted loudly, "Georgia, Victor did this, didn't you express it!"

"Sir, sir, don't worry, we...we will go to the media to protest right now! Condemn Victor for being disrespectful to the dead!" A middle-aged man wearing glasses standing next to the boss Giorgia stood up and said.

Bellman immediately laughed angrily, "Protest! Resist your mother!" He came up and wanted to beat him, but fortunately the person next to him held him back.

"Revenge! You must teach Victor a lesson!" Georgia's face twitched and she also felt angry.

Mexicans have great "respect" for death, and it would be a sacrilege if it affected the souls of the dead.

After Victor killed El Mencho, several actions were held to commemorate him in Jalisco. Some people summoned his spirit, and the police were beaten by those people when they went there.

The angry local garrison drove tanks and armored vehicles to reason with them, and they "accepted" (forced to do so).

No one contradicted him at this time.

After all, it would be unbearable for any family to experience this.

Victor is so disrespectful.

May 16th at 19:00.

The Zacatecas state of the central puppet government fired more than 200 rockets into the Tugolan state, hitting the southern city of Minskitar, killing 78 people on the spot. One of them hit a local wedding scene.

Many people were affected at that time, and more than 200 people were injured!

The wedding suddenly turned into a funeral.

Of course the 1st Marine Division stationed here is unhappy!

MD, do you still dare to fight back?

The division commander immediately ordered that more than 10,000 men from the 1st, 3rd, and 7th regiments advance across the state of Zacatecas.

The war begins!

But this state is a rare central plateau zone with an average altitude of 2,300 meters. This kind of war has been extremely difficult to fight since ancient times, especially since most people in the 1st Marine Division have altitude sickness.

In addition, it is surrounded by mountains, and there are many surviving tribes here, such as the Chichimecs. Even the powerful Aztecs failed to conquer it. When the Spanish invaded, they were treated as monkeys here.

Although they are said to be tribes, they are actually modern civilizations, and most of them make a living by planting "Mexican cash crops". Their tribal chiefs enjoy great power.

After Victor launched the "anti-drug war", they bought a lot of weapons from drug dealers and arms dealers. They basically became the king of the mountain. However, because the sales channels were controlled by other drug dealers, their economic ability was limited. Very bad again.

But I can fight!

Slippery or not.

They always appear and disappear, and there are many venomous snakes and wild animals in the West Madrid Mountains, which also bring a lot of trouble to the troops.

Three days!

Surprisingly, the entire army has not yet climbed the mountain range, but it has already lost 21 non-combat personnel, and about 300 more people were poisoned and were rushed to the rear hospital.

More than 10,000 people feel aggrieved!

"If the non-combat attrition exceeds one reinforced company, how can we fight this battle? If you ask me, just call the 32nd Missile Brigade and blast towards the valley. No matter how deep the capital is hidden, it will be razed to the ground for you. "

Lieutenant General Sigmut List shouted angrily and unscrewed the discipline buckle on his military uniform. The weather itself was hot and stuffy, and coupled with the unsmooth battle situation, he felt like his stool was dry.

Bomb with missiles?

The staff officers below looked at each other and thought this was a good idea.

But it seems there are still 120,000 people in the capital...

They were all blown up!

"It is impossible to carry heavy weapons, and it rains heavily at night. The mountain is too slippery. One-third of the non-combat casualties slipped and fell to their death from the mountain." Major General Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg said next to him, "The troops have not yet conducted battle drills in the alpine plateau area."

"Without tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery, wouldn't it be a big war?!"

"When did you become so pretentious as a Yankee?"

"When our 1st Marine Division was established, it was all light infantry. The drug dealers we still fought against fled."

Lieutenant General Sigmut List frowned and looked at the map. Although he cursed, he also designated the state of Zacatecas as notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Its capital city is sandwiched in a valley. If you want to cover it with firepower, it will be blocked by the barriers exposed on both sides.

"Use armed helicopters to parachute directly to the capital with armored vehicles and soldiers..." a staff officer said.

"Then how many people should we send? 200? 300? Or 500? With such a small number of people, you have to know that those drug dealers who just give them guns will be militants. When they all gather around us and our follow-up support troops have not arrived, how can the airborne troops come over? Withstand the firepower of the militants?" As soon as the other party finished speaking, someone retorted.

"I still think it's safe to play it safe, but it doesn't work..." Major General Chief of Staff Eduard Fritz Blomberg looked grim, "Just throw weapons of mass destruction and burn the capital directly!"

"That shabby place has been there for hundreds of years. It's time to move to another place."

"Just like Li Mei in Tokyo!"

The command post fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at the division commander Sigmut List.

This tactic is simply the culmination of the "violent aesthetics of bombing", but it will greatly harm civilians.

The teacher put his hand on the table and tapped his fingers gently, making a rhythmic sound of "dong dong dong". His brows were sometimes tight and sometimes relaxed. Finally, about a few minutes passed.

"Request air force support from the general headquarters!"

Agreed!

The chief of staff remained unsmiling, "Yes!"

When Admiral Kennedy, who was in charge of the "General Command" in Tijuana, received the "Operation Plan" of the 1st Marine Division.

He stared...

Good fellow...

Everyone below is a war criminal. You will not give up until the general goes to jail, right?

It also said: "Request 60 bombers, carrying 500 tons of napalm barrels to carry out an airdrop attack on the capital of Zacatecas State!"

MD...

The Air Force has so many bombers?

How come Kennedy didn't know?

At most, there are only more than 20, most of which are the old generation of the United States, such as 17 B-24 bombers nicknamed "Liberators", 1 F-111 fighter-bomber, and 2 "Super Fortress" B-50 bombers!

At that time, this thing was spotted by the "satellite" above the United States, and the Americans were obviously surprised.

Ward hair!

Why are all the bombers of the Mexican Air Force made in the United States?

According to intelligence personnel in the United States, the Pentagon questioned United Aircraft Corporation and Lockheed, but they were also at a loss.

I don't understand, I don't know, I don't know.

Really, I don't know anything.

Of course, the Pentagon doesn't believe it. It can't just appear out of thin air. They think that the military-industrial enterprises are not honest, but no one proposes to investigate the other party thoroughly.

What a joke.

"Then will it be approved?" The secretary whispered beside him.

"Give it to me to sign, and I will go to the general to sign after signing." Kennedy is still very responsible and will not shirk responsibility. He also knows that his command ability is not good, so he is willing to be a "signer".

After writing his name and stamping the seal of the general command, he personally took the documents to find Victor.

Standing at the door and taking a deep breath, just as he was about to knock on the door, he saw the door open and Casare walked out from inside.

"Huh? Kennedy? You're here to see the boss."

"Ah, yes."

"Then come in."

Kennedy walked into the office and saw the general feeding...a dog.

A Border Collie.

It's very obedient and understands human nature. Now it's the darling of the Governor's Office. Wherever it goes, basically someone will feed it.

It was picked up on the road.

"Okay, go play by yourself." Victor patted the dog, which stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail and walked away. When passing by Kennedy, it nodded at him.

The other party also saw a sign hanging around the dog's neck.

Take a closer look.

It says in Spanish: Los yanquis son malos (Americans are bad.)

Kennedy smiled and touched its head.

"What's up, buddy?"

"General, here's an application report. The 1st Marine Division hopes to drop incendiary gasoline bombs on the capital of Zacatecas. 20 sorties are requested..."

"I remember that place is quite high in altitude."

"About 2,750 meters."

Victor nodded, "It's indeed difficult to attack. Are 20 sorties enough?"

"Let's put it this way. Today is May 23rd, tomorrow is Monday, and until Friday, 20 sorties a day for five consecutive days. I want to see how stubborn the city above is."

A B-24 can carry 30 tons. If it's like the American E-46 cluster bomb, each one is 500 kilograms, and it can carry 60 bombs!

20 bombs means more than 1,200 bombs.

It's about equivalent to dropping 600 tons of incendiary bombs in one night? ? !

I shouldn't have calculated it wrong.

Five days...

3,000 tons!

"No... don't be so extravagant." Kennedy felt that it was too much.

You are planning to leave no grass alive.

"Let the arsenal give priority to production. We didn't have the conditions before, but now we have a lot of money, so of course we have to give it up. We also have to let the central puppet government see the consequences of resisting us, and let those knowledgeable people understand, so that we can defend the glory of Mexico."

"Strike the arrogance of drug dealers and puppet governments. Even if they have an air force, they must understand that the Mexican sky belongs to us."

Victor has signed his name on it and handed the document over. "In war, only the victor has the right to speak."

Kennedy nodded and took the document with both hands.

"How is the plan for Operation Mincemeat?"

"We have informed Rommel. He agrees with this plan and will consciously leak the command center. However... I am worried that this kind of pretended failure will cause unrest in the army at that time, and it will turn into a big rout."

"I believe him."

Victor's four words made Kennedy shut up and nodded.

"The Brazilian government hopes that we can send a team of consultants to guide them in combating criminal activities in the slums. What do you think?"

"Didn't Mr. Luz Inasi Luz da Silva say that he hopes we can send soldiers directly?"

"He is not the president yet."

Kennedy frowned, "Then I don't propose to send consultants. Who knows if there will be drug dealers in the police force we guide? By then, you may be electrocuted while taking a shower."

"Latin American criminals have similar methods."

The Brazilian government's control over slums is even worse.

A Brazilian crime drama "City of God" released in 2002 records the country's road to crime.

"God took six days to create the world and the seventh day to create Rio de Janeiro."

The situation of drug dealers there is no better than that of Mexico.

The government is also corrupt, and the people are also lacking in education, medical care, and living resources.

But the Brazilian army can fight.

The activities of drug dealers in Brazil are mainly concentrated in slums, which are usually in a chaotic social order and have a high crime rate. The drug dealer organizations in Brazil are relatively scattered. Although there is also large-scale drug trade, on the whole, the Brazilian government's crackdown on drug dealers is relatively strong, and drug dealer activities are more restricted by geography and society.

As long as the army is sent to strangle the slums, it will basically not harm other places.

But there are 600 slums in Rio de Janeiro, with more than 2 million people.

Victor thinks Kennedy is right.

"Mr. Luz Inasi Lu da Silva also thinks that some people in the government cannot be trusted, but he hopes to hire us to behead several of the leaders who break the rules."

"It's like... a bounty hunter!"

You can make money and strengthen the infiltration work behind enemy lines, so why not do it.

"Who will be sent?" Kennedy asked.

"Remember the private military company we founded?"

"You mean Ares Defense?"

"It's time to send them on overseas missions."

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