Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Huh?! Help, help!"

"SHARK! SHARK!!!"

The southern drug dealers and government soldiers splashing on the sea shouted in horror and hurriedly swam toward the shore. The sharks under the water had long been stimulated by the smell of blood in the sea and their eyes were violent.

A bull shark waved its tail, and suddenly it saw a slippery leg not far away in front of it. It bared its teeth. It rushed forward, bit it, and dragged it directly into the sea.

"Ah!! Help me! Help me! Steve, help me..." The bitten hapless guy waved his hands vigorously and shouted to his companions who were running in front. They can go in together. Now he doesn't even look back. .

"You can't be nice..."

Before the word "death" was uttered, blisters started to bubble up.

These sharks are well fed.

Thanks to the big brother Victor for sending the drugs...

But there is some material.

More than a dozen soldiers climbed ashore and lay on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at the fighter jets in the sky with horrified eyes.

"Run! Here we go again!" A man with the rank of sergeant looked in the air, yelled, turned around and ran away.

I saw a warthog about 70 meters away in the air, and it began to lick the ground unscrupulously and very boldly!

The Vulcan cannon that can be seen on the lower abdomen began to make a muffled sound, buzzing~

Immediately afterwards, bullets chased behind their butts.

The bullets of the Vulcan cannon are not thick, only 20 millimeters. If they hit the body, it will be more troublesome to collect the corpse. It is mainly six-barreled. Do you want to run?

Unless you are a Gundam!

"Spread out and run!!" But some people were not fools. The sergeant who ran at the front blushed and roared loudly. His feet were like a tornado, and he was almost leaving an afterimage.

After hearing his words, the people behind him also understood that they would die if they continued like this, and they ran towards both sides with a tacit understanding.

And the warthog chased the sergeant.

"Fuck XXX! Why are you chasing me?!" He roared desperately, and then he suddenly became short of breath. His feet gave way and he stumbled to the ground. It was difficult to get up again.

The Vulcan cannon nailed him to the ground instantly!

Pieces here and there...

The pilot of this warthog obviously had obsessive-compulsive disorder. After killing the opponent, he pulled the control stick and soared into the sky.

At this time, the port was already ablaze!

It was difficult to miss the high-explosive bombs dropped by the bombing formation. The decks of two Fletcher-class destroyers and one Bronstein-class frigate were blown away, and the bridge also suffered heavy losses.

Fight back?

It would be great to be alive.

A Fletcher-class destroyer named "King Iturbide" finally couldn't stand it anymore and started to roll over with a wailing cry. This warship, named after the most brutal king in Mexico, was the first to fall at this moment.

A whirlpool forms as it sinks.

The soldier who had just jumped screamed, but he was so frighteningly weak in front of nature that he was sucked down immediately, not even a whole body was left behind.

In the city four or five kilometers away from the port.

The military discipline of the southern army is still not good. His father is a Yankee. Think about it, how good it can be?

6,000 people, including officers and non-commissioned officers, all went out to eat, drink, and go whoring in groups, which boosted the local economy.

Brigadier Alex Phillips, a Mexican-American, was watching Japanese girls dancing in a Japanese restaurant with several deputies.

"This geisha dance is really good!" He drank sake and clapped his hands, looking at the split sides of the barefoot geisha in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Not wearing anything underneath? ! !

He immediately reached up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the geisha's wrist, pulling him into his arms. The other person gave a light nod, and Alex Phillips went up and touched the other person's earrings, "You smell so good."

"Disgusting~"

Don’t say that a geisha is not a prostitute, but eating cat poop coffee is not eating poop?

Seeing that Alex Phillips is about to go deep into the tiger's den, what tiger? Of course it was Bai Hu. There was a rapid knock on the door, and the door was almost broken.

Mama Sang, who was sitting near the door, stood up quickly.

This mamasang still looks like she still has some charm. Although her breasts are saggy, they are still quite big. They are also wearing a V-neck, which makes them look very coquettish.

As soon as he opened the door, a lieutenant colonel ran in with nervous eyes.

"Brigadier! The port has been bombed!!!" He shouted sharply!

Ding~

The Japanese turtle who was playing the harp held a piece of string in his hand. He stared and was at a loss. The geisha house was instantly quiet.

It's like...

Alex Phillips' eyes slowly widened, and then he pushed the prostitute away and rushed out with a strange scream.

His mood...

When the emperor stood guard for MacArthur, the latter flirted with his wife. He was in the same mood outside.

Alex Phillips ran out of the geisha house, and the other lieutenants behind him hurriedly followed. Others hurriedly and impatiently pulled up their pants and ran outside.

On the street…

Chaos!

Hundreds of people stood in the streets, watching the Union Army in the sky.

"Ah!! I'm drafting XX!" Alex Phillips's eyes were red and he was about to run back to the port, but he was grabbed by someone.

"My ship! My ship..."

Those were the only warships in the Southern Navy, and they were all blown up.

Go back by yourself...

Not to be shot?

"Brigadier, Brigadier, calm down!"

These big men were chatting, and a warthog in the distance saw it. After drawing a semicircle in the air, it rushed towards them.

Alex Phillips, who was originally pressed to the ground, screamed strangely.

"Get up! The plane is coming, run!"

Come on, this guy doesn’t really want to die.

If you don't show a little excitement, who would know that you are "devastated"?

When Kennedy died, the CIA did not fly flags at half-mast.

Warthog and muzzle, specializing in false feelings.

Alex Phillips ran faster than anyone else and had a good head. He specifically hid in the house. After the warthog swept the shuttle, he turned around and left.

"Discover the central puppet government air force."

The commander sitting on the F-111 fighter-bomber looked down. The fire was as bright as the fire when the drunkard Chuichi Nagumo destroyed four aircraft carriers.

"retreat!"

The bombers withdrew first, followed by the escorting fighter jets, and took advantage of the last rays of sunset to disappear above the sea level.

Brigadier Alex Phillips and others stumbled towards the port, where many soldiers were already surrounding them, and someone was also starting to rescue them.

He pushed away the surrounding soldiers, and when they saw him, everyone had complicated expressions.

this…

It was almost like the Japanese soldiers saw Mutaguchi Renya.

Looking at the port that was blown into pieces, Alex Phillips staggered and stamped his feet vigorously.

"Beast! Beast! What a fucking beast!"

He sat down on the ground and actually... cried after being beaten?

The adjutant next to him was stunned, and his toes were on the ground in embarrassment.

Nepotism is what it is...

No ability at all.

…

"Huh huh huh~"

Mexico City.

Popovich was in a good mood, humming a tune and trimming the flowers he raised with a pruning knife.

I'm in a good mood lately.

Rommel, commander of the 4th Marine Division, was killed in an attack. This was the highest leader of the Northern Army killed on the anti-drug battlefield.

The United States even felt that he had done a good job and specifically asked someone from the Pentagon to contact him and planned to provide him with a loan, using land as collateral.

"Brother, you are doing a good job with your pruning. It's amazing." Aldous Wendell walked in, holding an apple in his hand. He was in a good mood, mainly because his elder brother hadn't scolded him for a long time.

Especially after Rommel was killed, he was praised by his elder brother. Although he may no longer be in charge of the intelligence department, other oil and water yamen must have his share.

"Being a human being is like a gardener. You have to be patient and suppress your anxiety. If your hands shake, do you think you can do a good job?"

Aldous Wendell nodded vigorously, "Brother is right, indeed, you have to be patient and don't be impatient. Come on, wipe your sweat first, and then eat an apple."

Popovich took the handed towel, wiped his forehead, took the apple and took a bite. It was not bad.

Jingle bell bell~

The phone on the table rang suddenly and he picked it up.

Click~

Aldous Wendell was still biting the apple and looking at his elder brother. Suddenly he saw his expression stiffen and the smile on his face was dry. He didn't know why he panicked.

"You mean the Southern warship in San Fernando port was attacked and sunk!!"

"Waste! They are all waste!!"

The apple in Aldous Wendell's hand was frightened and fell to the ground. He stared at his eldest brother in horror.

Popovich put the microphone back and threw the apple in his hand at him, "What's going on? Why was there an air raid? Is Rommel not dead? How did you do your intelligence work?!"

Aldous Wendel's heart trembled, and he looked at the other party's livid face, with a look that wanted to eat him, and trembled, "Brother, big brother, Rommel is dead, he must be dead, yes, it must be revenge." "A lieutenant general from the Northern Bureau has died, and they must take revenge. This shows that our attack has had a great impact on them. Victor feels that he has lost face. This is a sign of anger."

When Popovich heard this "alternative explanation", he frowned and hesitated, but he thought it was okay.

"Brother, it is now more important for the southern reinforcements to go to Nuevo Leon. While the 4th Marine Division is hesitant, we have to regain the ground and beat Victor until his whole body hurts, so that we can negotiate peace with them."

"Then the South lost so many warships..."

"Don't we still have a number of warships in our shipyard? We should pay them compensation. We don't need it anyway. Is a problem that can be solved with money considered a problem?" Aldous Wendell wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said very directly said.

"You're talking lightly! Do you have a lot of money?!" Popovich snorted coldly.

Aldous chuckled and lowered his voice, "Brother, the Asian named Ye Zhenli you asked me to contact last time opened a pharmaceutical company and contacted two cargo ships to transport 3 tons of ephedrine. I After giving Walter White $500,000, he agreed to work for us, and the products he produced tasted purer than the drug dealers in the South and Colombia!”

"Do you know how many times we can earn by shipping to Europe and the United States?" He said and couldn't wait to hold out five fingers.

"Five times?"

"Hey, brother, what kind of drugs are sold at five times? How can the profit be so low? It costs 100 US dollars to ship to Italy, and it can be sold to the Mafia for 5,000 US dollars, a 50 times price difference!"

"We're going to get rich!"

Aldous' eyes lit up, "Medellin, Golden Triangle, we will be the only ones in the future. I also plan to try to sell drugs on the Internet. Now, on Internet Week, more than 7,000 people have contacted me, including gang members and individual retail investors. All of this is money. I specially invited people from several American gangs to come and try it in two days. When the time comes, if you want the goods, you have to pay first."

"As long as we give us time, we can buy the whole of Mexico!"

Popovich took a breath of cold air. The two of them are considered direct descendants in the family, but he was trained as a politician since he was a child, and his younger brother was left to fend for himself because he was not good at studying, being a person, and having no ability. He became a parasite, but who knew that he would go on the road of crime.

This is a genius!

Professional talents should be placed in full-time positions.

Popovich looked at him with shining eyes, making Aldous feel itchy all over. He smiled awkwardly, "Brother, what...what happened?"

"From now on, you will be responsible for drug work. You don't have to worry about other things. All you have to do is send the goods to the world and make money as soon as possible!"

Aldous was very excited when he heard this, and waved his fist, "Okay, I have wanted to do this for a long time, brother, just leave it to me!"

"Go call Mile over, let him be responsible for intelligence work in the future."

"Okay!"

Aldous nodded vigorously and left happily.

Power is not as good as drug trafficking?

He wants to be the "drug godfather!"

Popovich sat in the presidential chair, took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and called the person in charge of the southern government.

"Hello, Mr. Arturo DeSena, this is Popovich."

...

Here, China and South are in cahoots with each other.

In the "Victor Archduke" floating on the high seas.

In the central ballroom, more than 400 tourists were separated, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling!

These people are wearing gold and silver, and many of them are Mexican businessmen seeking external investment. Because of the domestic economic depression and the blockade led by the United States, many businesses have to be negotiated by themselves.

Of course, there are also some other tourists.

"Mr. Fukuda, it's been another half an hour!" A Japanese said to the leader Fukuda Shotaro.

The latter looks like...

a labor camp prisoner.

A short flat head, sweeping eyebrows, triangular eyes, and a look of "I will kill anyone who comes close to me."

Fukuda Shotaro glanced at his watch and waved his hand.

Two Japanese rushed into the crowd and randomly grabbed a woman and dragged her out.

"Save me! Dad, save me!!" The woman looked to be in her early twenties and looked very beautiful. She screamed in fear. An elderly man next to her jumped out and reached out in panic to grab his beloved daughter, but was kicked in the chest.

"If you want to blame someone, blame Victor! That bastard is forcing the great Yamato nation. He is the murderer who killed you." Fukuda Shotaro put the gun to the back of the girl's head. The other party cried and sobbed.

"If the Northern Bureau does not cooperate, I will kill one person in half an hour!!"

Fukuda Shotaro did not notice that in the air conditioning duct above his head, two pairs of eyes were watching.

A man and a woman.

"Meng... Mengbo, do you know these people?" A girl next to him asked in a low voice with an accent.

The man had long hair, looked very sharp, and a big nose. He looked very stylish. He frowned and whispered, "The leader is called Fukuda Shotaro, a senior member of the Japanese National Essence Association. His father is a Japanese veteran, his grandfather is also a soldier, and a supporter of the Japanese emperor. He himself used to be a thug of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Do you remember the famous "National Police Agency Wide Area Important Designated Incident No. 114? He is one of the "Phantom Thief 21 Faces"! "

"Phantom Thief 21 Faces! ! "The woman exclaimed.

This is too famous, and everyone in Japan knows it. Later, the Kaito Kid in "Detective Conan" was led by him.

"Is Kaito 21 a group?"

"What else do you think? Who can poison Glico on a large scale? Kidnap Katsuhisa Ezaki? And then burn the company's locker room? This is not something that can be done by one person." Meng Bo also looked solemn.

The woman nodded, and suddenly felt something moving on her butt. She said unhappily, "Meng Bo, you can say it, but why are you touching my butt!"

"? ? You're crazy, who touched your butt!"

The woman was startled, and she reached back and grabbed something furry. When she pulled it over, she saw a mouse jumping around.

She suddenly widened her eyes!

"Don't...don't scream..."

"Ah! ! Mouse! ! ! !"

A deafening voice screamed.

"There's someone up there, shoot! Shoot! "The Japanese below shouted, Fukuda Shotaro raised his hand and fired a shot at the top, shouting.

"Run, Huixiang!" Mengbo pulled the other party and ran back.

Fortunately, the road was cut off, otherwise it would be killed if it was longer.

"Chase, catch them!" Fukuda Shotaro shouted angrily, looking at the woman kneeling on the ground, shooting at her, but the bullets were all used up, "Baga!" He slapped the other party to the ground.

It seems that his temper is not very good.

He looked gloomy, as if he could eat people.

The night covered the sea.

There was some haze, the air was not very good, and the moon was hiding.

The sea was dark and looked very gloomy. I don’t know where the sound came from, as if the creatures on the seabed were chirping.

I have goose bumps all over my body.

One kilometer away, three MIG-G-O8OO American speedboats floated on the water, and dozens of "frogmen" could be vaguely seen on them!

They were silent, wearing masks, and their arms were engraved with armbands symbolizing "brave men".

They belonged to the Navy Boat Commando (SWWE)!

Always maintain a combat organization of 30 people.

When they were originally organized as the Coast Guard, they conducted sea raids against drug dealers and provided firepower support for the ground army at that time.

"In the sea, we execute God!"

"Victor bless you!"

"Down!"

Following the order of Commander John McClane, frogmen carrying oxygen cylinders, oxygen masks, and weapons fell back into the sea.

In order to stay hidden, they chose to infiltrate the seabed!

After they got through, they provided support for the SWAT Special Police Force.

Dozens of people in the sea are like a drop in the ocean.

But they are also like ghosts, showing their fangs, swimming towards the "Victor Archduke".

Holding the booster, move forward!

……