Working as a police officer in Mexico

War is not all about firepower!

sometimes…

Psychological warfare is also one of the most classic “reserved items”.

During World War II, Germany distributed beautifully printed Christmas greeting cards behind the Allied forces, depicting a green Christmas tree, but under the Christmas tree lay the body of an Allied soldier, with the label "Ladies, whose husband is this?" in German. These New Year's cards were delivered to housewives in the rear via radio, causing them to worry about their husbands' safety, thus creating a sense of war weariness.

There are also more straightforward ones.

For example, many drug dealers have fabricated where Victor was killed in a bomb, which then caused internal panic. However, in today's increasingly developed communications world, the practicality of this little trick is decreasing...

A person like Victor who throws leaflets directly at the "enemy" position is straightforward, direct and rough...

If it were normal times, the poor might not run as hard as they could, but under the specific circumstances of water and power outages, wouldn't they run away? Are you waiting to die? !

The poor are numb…

But I also want to live.

At night, I can't see my fingers.

The aged wooden door made a wailing sound, and then I saw several heads sticking out, looking around.

"Quick! Come out!" An elderly man shouted in a low voice. Four adults and two children came out from behind, a family of seven. They couldn't wait any longer and had to give it a try!

"Let's go to the old kindergarten. It's the fastest way out of the slums." The old man said while holding his granddaughter.

The family hurriedly walked around the alley...

negligible…

A beam of light shone over, it was very bright, and the old man's pupils shrank.

"Old Mason, where are you going?!" A man jumped out of the car and walked to the front of the car. This man had a pair of triangular eyes and looked at people like a snake staring at people, which made people feel cold.

When they saw him, the faces of the old man and his family were pale. He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously, "Boss Gary, Boss Gary, spare your life, spare your life!"

This Gary is notorious in the neighborhood!

He is affiliated with 18th Street and is the leader responsible for smuggling, human trafficking and other criminal activities in this area, also known as the flag-planter.

The man walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, kicked the old man over, and stepped on his face, "Spare your life? Ha! You dare to run, you still want to live?"

He stepped on it so hard that his cheekbones crackled...

The old man screamed and begged, holding his legs with his hands, tears and snot dripping from his nose, "Please... please, kill me, let my children and my grandson go..."

It seems very sad for an elderly man to be so humble.

The family members behind him were all panicked, frightened and at a loss. They could only hold each other and sob.

Gary looked at the old man on the ground and bent down fiercely, "You disobedient, do you still think you can survive? Your granddaughter is so young, so I will sell her to the United States. There are many people there who like her, and you have a wife there, I Let her sell it!”

"He who has given birth to a child is Run."

"Why... why don't you give us a way to survive? Why..." The old man was trembling all over.

Seeing the old man's desperate eyes, Gary felt very happy. He raised his head and laughed, "The untouchables must have the awareness of untouchables!"

"Why don't you give us a way to survive!!!"

Suddenly, the old man yelled sharply, interrupting his words. Gary was startled, but then became furious. But before he could speak, he saw the old man grabbing his feet, pulling hard, and pulling him directly. Fell to the ground.

The fall made me dizzy.

He took out a kitchen knife from his pocket and slashed Gary's neck!

puff!

The kitchen knife got stuck on the bone.

"Why? Why! Why are you so high and mighty?"

"Why do you want me dead with just one sentence!"

"Why are you forcing me!!"

With red eyes, the old man chopped his head into pieces with a kitchen knife and shouted at the family behind him, "Run!! Run!!"

He howled and rushed to the car.

The son behind him was also stunned, but after he came to his senses, he grabbed his wife, children and mother and ran away...

The gangsters in the car were originally sitting and watching jokes. The co-pilot was still putting his feet on the trim and smoking a cigarette. However, the sudden change shocked them. They looked at the old man who rushed towards him with a roar, and panicked. He wanted to get the weapon in a panic.

By the time the gangster in the co-pilot put his legs down, the bloody kitchen knife had already been chopped off, and the blade was filled with resentment and dissatisfaction!

"No!!!"

One cut and the head was gone.

The old man wanted to take it out and chop at the back seat, but it was too late. He stood with the gun pointed at him and started shooting!

Chug tug tug tug tug…

The bullets cut him into pieces.

The family members who ran away paused, turned around, and let out sad cries.

The old man was vomiting blood from his mouth and his vision was blurred. He pulled the corners of his mouth hard and yelled with all his strength, "Run!!!"

Stopped abruptly.

The shocked gangsters looked at Gary's body on the ground, their expressions of panic could not be hidden, they picked up the car's walkie-talkie and started calling for support.

"Block 3 is requesting support!"

"Block 2, fuck!! Those untouchables are crazy, crazy!!"

A request for help came over the intercom from other territories controlled by Block 18.

The younger brother shivered and his pupils shrank.

The old haunt, the Hanky ​​Pank bar.

The big guys have long since reunited.

Discuss the follow-up issues regarding the leaflets dropped by government troops.

"We must strictly control the poor people in each territory and not allow them to escape. Otherwise, our human bomb plan will be completely useless." Christo of Los Aztecs, also known as the scarred male Urgent, he patted the table and said.

It’s really…

Whatever you do, you have to bang the table.

"Victor's psychological warfare is very smooth. He is worthy of being a tough guy from the north." The fat man nicknamed "Hot Dog", the boss of the 18th block, frowned and held a cigarette in his hand.

"I'm not asking you to praise him, Hot Dog, I'm asking you to think of a solution!"

The fat man glanced at him and said calmly, "What can we do? We as gangsters only use violence to scare the monkeys, or force men to join the resistance team. If anyone runs away from home, we will kill him!"

Gangsters can't do any psychological construction.

Violent and barbaric!

After hearing the news, everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Spicy Dog saw the appearance of these people and felt disdainful...

"Boss! Boss!"

At this moment, someone shouted outside the door, the voice was very short.

Everyone looked over and saw that the other person had the badge of the 18th Street District tattooed on his arm. Hot Dog stood up with a dark face, "What's wrong? Do you know how to be polite? Don't you know how to call someone?"

The little brother laughed hurriedly, bowed to the big guys, and ran in impatiently to whisper in the spicy dog's ear.

Then Christo from Los Aztecs was very angry, "Why should you hide something and not talk about it with us? Or are you doing something behind our backs on 18th Street?"

Hot Dog glared at him fiercely, pointed at his younger brother, "Tell me, tell the big guys."

"Boss, the poor people in our neighborhood rioted! Some people ran away and killed several of our brothers."

"What!" Hot Dog stared, with a slight panic on his face.

"It seems that 18th Street is not good at guarding the poor. There are still people who dare to rise up and rebel. Tsk tsk tsk, spicy dog, do you want me to show you the situation?" Christo said with a smile, but the next second, he saw that his little brother also He ran in panting and looking anxious.

"Boss, it's not good..."

The expressions of the gangster brothers in the room are wonderful at once.

Everyone feels something is wrong...

Where do these poor people get the courage? !

They can't understand...

Nonsense, you only give out so little water and food every day, who can bear it?

Mexico City is blocked both inside and outside. Even if southern drug dealers and American gangs want to help on a large scale, they can't get in at all.

If you want to survive, the slums can only save themselves.

"kill!"

"A whole family was found and killed!"

The Hot Dogs in Block 18 were still cruel and issued a killing order. Seeing this, other gangs also followed suit.

"The untouchables must be killed! Killing them will make them scared!"

…

Alex was running with his mother on his back, and his sister behind him was tugging on his clothes. There were poor people around him, and everyone ran outside in a panic.

"Hold on tight, sister!"

Alex shouted over his shoulder, breathless.

"Put me down, and you take your sister and run away." Mom said from behind.

"No!"

Alex's eyes were determined, and the sweat on his forehead seeped into his eyes, making him blink. "I promised Dad, I... will definitely take care of you!"

Mom wept on her back.

"Run quickly, the gang is catching up!" Someone suddenly screamed.

Then I heard gunshots from behind...

Chug tug tug…

Thug, tug, tug, tug!

The bullets mow down all the slow runners like wheat.

The people behind were jostling in fear.

Alex made an accident and was knocked to the ground. He raised his head and saw a man running away. He cursed, looked at the approaching gangster, gritted his teeth and helped his mother up.

"Don't worry about me, just run!"

"Alex! Take good care of your sister, you are the brother!"

"No, no, no, mom, no, I won't leave, I want to be with you." My sister cried and hugged her mother, unable to pull her away.

Alex's face was pale, but the next second, he stood in front of his family with open hands.

That family...

Let's die together.

Buzz buzz~

There was a sudden sound above his head, accompanied by strong winds. He raised his head blankly and saw two helicopters swooping over.

"Northern Army! Withdraw! Withdraw deeper!" The gangsters who were chasing him all ran away.

They only have guns in their hands, how can they fight a helicopter?

Arnold has to be beaten into a paste.

Alex opened his eyes and looked at the people descending from the helicopter. They were wearing black clothes, masks, and night vision goggles on their helmets.

Also written on the arm: SWWT!

SWAT Special Police Force!

They got off the helicopter and were scattered around. Alex saw three people walking along the darkness, but their shadows were very long against the light of the helicopter...

Alex still had his hands open.

"You are very brave. What is your name, kid?" the leading captain looked at him and asked.

"Alex!"

"Like a man."

"You...are you here to save us?"

"certainly!"

"The Swart Special Police Force is ordered by General Victor to save civilians!"

"Now that you are safe, we will escort you out."

Alex suddenly wanted to cry...

He survived.

The other surviving poor people were crying with joy, and some were holding their murdered family members on the ground and crying.

SWWT escorted them out of the slums.

In fact, it is only about 600 meters away from the outside.

This is also the reason why they dare to fly at low altitude. If they go deeper, the environment inside is complicated. Even if the gangsters don't have rocket launchers, the pilots won't dare to fly like this.

After walking out, a group of people, including doctors and soldiers, were waiting outside. They picked up the poor people in an orderly manner and then provided them with hot water and food.

"Are you injured anywhere?" A female nurse who looked about 18.9 years old asked Alex, smelling the fragrance in her nose. Alex shook his head hurriedly, his face turned red, "No... No."

"That's good. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me. Here, I'll give you some candy." The female nurse took out the candy from her pocket and handed it to him with a smile, and touched his head as she left.

Alex looked at the candy in his hand, a little stunned for a moment.

Own…

Have you ever eaten candy?

Oh, I have eaten it. It was a pair of Americans. They entered the slums under the guidance of a guide. A woman carrying a backpack gave herself a candy. It was very sweet, very sweet...

That was my first time eating candy.

He raised his head, stared at the nurse, and saw him walking among the injured.

she…

It seems to be glowing.

The injured poor people were wailing, heartbreaking, and some were holding water and food and crying bitterly. They survived.

It made Alex feel tight in his chest.

Suddenly a pair of hands touched his head.

"Do you feel pity?"

He raised his head, met his mother's eyes, and nodded vigorously and carefully, "They are very pitiful."

Mom sighed softly.

"Alex, you are a brave man who has compassion. You must always maintain it. Even if you become stronger in the future, you cannot bully the weak. The real strong always dare to show their swords to the stronger. They protect the civilians."

Alex nodded and pointed at the soldiers, "Like them?"

Mom looked at the person who was helping to support the wounded, and a lieutenant colonel carrying a civilian on his back who was running towards the operating room in the distance...

She was also a little confused.

She had never seen an army like this.

"Mom, they are different from what others say in the news..." my sister whispered, "they don't look like bad people."

"You have to see with your eyes. Only what you see is real. The gangsters in the slums will not tell us about government forces. They will only tell us what is beneficial to them."

Alex stood up abruptly.

"I...I'm going to help too. I'm fine now."

His mother looked at him, smiled and wiped her tears and nodded, "Go ahead, others help us, and we must help them too."

Alex nodded vigorously.

As a human being, you should pay attention to comparing your heart with your heart.

How you treat them will be felt by others.

The garrison headquarters on the southwest side of Syntagma Square.

Guderian listened to the report.

"After entering the middle of the night, the number of people coming out of the slums was much larger, about 3,000 or so. However, there were constant gunshots inside, and many people should have been killed. Division Commander, I think we should go in at this time to save the civilians!" Deputy! Division commander Douglas Haig was gearing up.

"No, if you go in at night, you will easily be ambushed. We are all new recruits and have no experience in night operations. We will easily suffer big losses." Luigi Cardorna, another deputy division commander, said hurriedly.

These words made the group leaders below also nodded in agreement.

They still know how much their troops weigh now.

Douglas Haig stared at him, his face full of dissatisfaction, and he became even more unhappy with the airborne deputy division commander, who had a more radical personality.

"actually…"

Suddenly Luigi Cardorna took a deep breath and said, "There is another meaning."

Everyone looked at him, including division commander Guderian.

"The gangsters' violent suppression will only make the poor in the slums more dissatisfied. Maybe they will suppress them tonight, but in two days, when the water resources are completely cut off, more than a few people will rise up to resist."

"It's like a spring. Sometimes the tighter you press it, the higher you jump."

"Let the bullets fly for a while longer..."

Everyone here is smart and everyone understands.

It is to use the lives of the poor to provoke their resistance. When they stand up to resist, it will be easier.

Can…

This is also somewhat inhumane.

But it's relatively safe.

Everyone looked at Guderian. The young division commander's face was still very calm. "Tomorrow, let the Air Force distribute another 500,000 leaflets, the day after tomorrow, 700,000 leaflets, and the day after tomorrow, 1 million leaflets..."

"On the fourth day, I will launch a general attack!!"

“Free the Kimahuakan ghetto in one fell swoop.”

Four days without water...

Tsk tsk tsk…

If you don't eat or drink water for three days, you will have an obvious feeling of hunger, which may then cause symptoms of hypoglycemia, such as dizziness, chest tightness, palpitation, fatigue, dehydration, sweating, weakness in hands and feet, etc.

These bitches are trapped to death!

"Yes! Master!"

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