Working as a police officer in Mexico

Buzz buzz buzz~

A UH-60 general-purpose helicopter hovered over the Chimahuacan slum.

On the fuselage was written: "Mexican News Group."

The legendary war correspondent Hernandez wore earmuffs and overlooked the entire city, with a photographer next to him facing his face.

Because he had been reporting on the Mexican anti-drug forces for a long time and had been on the front line all year round, he was awarded the Knight's Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, which is the second tier of the medal. He was the only "non-military" person who had received this honor under the Cuauhcmote regime.

"What we are seeing now is the 21st block of Chimahuacan, where there are 17 large, medium and small gangs, among which the Aryan Brotherhood is an extreme white terrorist organization. They take pleasure in hunting people of color. They sell drugs, subvert the regime, smuggle organs, and do all kinds of evil!"

Hernandez looked solemn, "The government army will definitely eliminate these bastards who are harming the country and the people!"

After entering Mexico City, it was different. It was no longer called the Northern Army, but the government army, which represented their orthodoxy.

The southern small court will be blown up by you sooner or later.

Hernandez's derogatory words caused a commotion in California, the base of the Aryan Brotherhood.

San Quentin Maximum Security Prison in California.

This is the "holy land" of the Aryan Brotherhood, where they were founded.

A fat man with a fat head and big ears, who looked fierce, was sitting in the cafeteria chewing a hamburger vigorously. The juice dripped from his mouth and dripped on the bear hair on his chest, and a piece of hand bone was hanging on his neck.

"Damn, this reporter is so arrogant!" A prisoner next to him was watching TV and couldn't help but speak.

The fat man paused, turned his head, and hooked his hand at the prisoner. The latter was startled, and hurriedly leaned over and flattered, "Brother."

But before he finished speaking, the fat man grabbed his head and slammed it hard on the table, and he fainted.

"Don't talk while eating. Didn't your mother teach you?"

When he opened his mouth, his throat was like a hair dryer, leaking some air.

The guard in the distance frowned slightly when he saw this scene, but he was very afraid to avoid it and pretended not to see it.

This man is incredible.

"Baron" Barry Mills!

One of the "three founders" of the Aryan Brotherhood!

In 1979, in a prison in Atlanta, when a member of the gang was cheated in a drug deal, "Baron" Mills almost cut off the cheater's head. At that time, he also had a conflict with the guard. The Aryan Brotherhood stabbed 17 people to death, including 11 black gangsters in the same prison, and became famous in one battle.

Later, the Aryan Brotherhood became bigger and bigger, and "Baron" Mills controlled the gang in the prison. They were different from ordinary gangs. They used "Nietzsche's thoughts" to rule the gang.

"Baron" Barry Mills raised his head and looked at the TV, with fierceness in his small eyes, "Find someone to kill him."

"No one can insult us!"

"Especially Mexican bastards!"

The younger brother standing behind him nodded, killing a reporter is not too easy.

Bang! Bang bang bang!

Gunshots suddenly rang out on TV.

Everyone looked over and saw that in the Chimahuacan slums, the gangsters below had already discovered the helicopter. They were holding AK47s on the roofs and roads and shooting at the sky.

Hernandez was startled, and the accompanying police officer pulled his arm and dragged him into the plane.

"Great job! Kill him! Kill this stinky reporter!"

In the prison, the Aryan Brotherhood shouted, and "Baron" Barry Mills' mouth corners also raised, but he didn't feel happy for long.

On the other side of the helicopter, a police officer held a Vulcan cannon and swept down.

Da da da da da da!

The gangsters on the roof were unable to dodge and were blown up, with their heads and bodies flying separately.

"Fuck! Fuck!" "How can the Mexican News Group have a Vulcan gun? They are not reporters at all, they are police!"

"What despicable and shameless Mexicans!"

"Fuck!"

No moral principles!

The UH-60 general-purpose helicopter arrogantly flew away.

The Aryan Brotherhood members below were furious.

The helicopter flew to the periphery and landed in a square. Four or five logistics soldiers came up to help.

"How is it? How is the scene in the Chimahuacan slum?"

17 Colonel Moritz Walter Model asked Hernandez.

"The atmosphere is very tense. No people are seen on the streets. My personal guess is that our propaganda policy has made the people boil. The gangsters forced them to stay in the house. The impact caused by the water outage is very large, which is very suitable for launching an attack. "

Hernandez spoke clearly and skillfully.

In addition to being the editor-in-chief of the "Mexican News Group", he is also a member of the Workers' Party founded by Cuauhcmote, the editor-in-chief of the All-Mexican Radio and Television News, and the deputy director of the Intelligence Department of the "News Bureau"...

Colonel Otto Moritz Walter Model heard his opinion, nodded slightly, and looked at his watch, "Adjutant, order the entire regiment to be fully armed. In thirty minutes, the first battalion will take the lead in advancing from the west side of the "Morse Hotel"!"

"Steady and steady!"

"Our mission is to liberate the area within one kilometer and provide follow-up troops..."

"Captain, commander!"

Just as he gave the order, the chief of staff yelled and ran over, panting.

"What's wrong?"

"Order from the division headquarters." The chief of staff handed him the information and said, "Order our division to penetrate 3 kilometers straight, occupy the "Benito Pablo Juarez Garcia" square, and assist local civilians to resist the gangs. ”

"Due to the water and electricity cuts, as well as the strong pressure from gangs, civilians in the 6th block of Kimahuakan rioted! They killed 11 gang members who were on guard and occupied the flat building to fight."

finally……

Finally, someone rose up and rebelled.

Do you think all the people in the slums are good people?

They can also be murderers and gangsters!

If you allow them to go wherever they want, they will even talk about the good things about the local gangs. But under extreme conditions such as water and electricity cuts, you still resort to violent methods. You think you are Victor.

After raising the voice, the young and middle-aged people rose up and resisted.

He killed the gangsters, burned the vehicles and blocked the street. Then he held the commanding heights and was fighting with the gangsters who came for support.

"They have surrendered to government forces and want us to send troops to support them!"

The chief of staff narrowed his eyes, "This is the beginning, but it will not be the end. If we can rescue them, more communities will see it and rise up to resist. Maybe... it won't take long before we can start from the inside." Disintegrate them."

Colonel Otto Moritz Walter Model was very decisive, "I will personally lead the armored battalion and the second battalion forward, and you will lead the next two battalions to protect the rear."

"Let me go."

"In the 179th Regiment, officers are the vanguard!"

"Go and get ready."

The chief of staff also knew the character of his captain, so he did not force him and went to convey the order again.

"Hernandez, wait for my triumph!" Otto turned to look at him and said with a smile.

"Have a safe trip."

The former nodded and left with the people.

Hernandez picked up the camera and took a picture of his back. He had already thought of a name, "Officers as Pioneers!"

September 9, 14:11 pm.

Eleven TPz-1 armored vehicles of the 1st Armored Battalion of the 179th Regiment took the lead in advancing from the "Morse Hotel" on the west side!

The "Battle of Kimahuakan Slums" has begun!

Private Camilo was outside the armored vehicle. He was responsible for controlling the machine gun on it. He looked around with alert eyes. The tension in the air made him feel a little adrenaline.

As the machine gunner of the lead vehicle.

He has a lot to bear...

If you don't pay attention, you will fall into an ambush.

After driving about 400 meters, not even a living person was seen, only the sound of armored vehicle tires.

The convoy turned a corner, and Camilo saw burning garbage piled up not far away, blocking the middle of the road, "There's something going on!"

The officer in the car below also saw it and reported the situation.

"Crash over, do not stop the vehicle, march quickly, do not stop if there is a fight, hand over to the second battalion behind," the order was issued by the regimental commander Otto Moritz Walter Model.

rush!

Press the accelerator to the bottom and the "Fox" starts running.

"pay close attention!"

Peng!

The obstruction in front of him was forcefully knocked away, and sparks fell to both sides.

"Oh haha!!!"

Before the people in the car finished cheering, they heard the sound of brakes!

The TPz-1 armored vehicle following behind didn't pay attention and directly rear-ended it.

The soldier in the car in front was swaying around and cursing loudly.

"Why did you stop? Idiot!!!" The officer in the lead car covered his head and cursed. The driver stretched out his finger, his eyes a little dull.

The officer looked ahead and saw a dozen cars blocking the aisle in front of him, and then hundreds of people blocking the road.

They were frightened, crying, and trembling!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!!" Mikalo stood on top and yelled at them to get out of the way.

At this time, a gangster in the crowd raised his gun and pointed it at him...

The bullet hit the armored vehicle, making Mikalo jump. "There are armed men!"

He was lucky enough not to be beaten to death, but suddenly he felt like there was something above his head. When he raised his head, he was horrified to see a woman being pushed down on the balcony above, screaming loudly, and being hit hard. It hit the TPz-1 armored vehicle body.

boom! ! !

There was a bomb tied to the opponent's body, and the huge shock wave blew away the dust around him. Private Mikalo was not so lucky this time, and his body was blown away and broken at the waist!

The two legs were in the car, and the smell of blood immediately filled the air.

"Suicide bomb!"

The recruits in the car were in a panic, and some were about to stand up. The former veteran of the 5th Regiment who was the squad leader stepped up and kicked him, "Sit down! Idiot!"

"Calm down! Calm down!"

"My order! Rush over, rush over! No matter what is in front of you!" The voice of Captain Otto Moritz Walter Model rang through the intercom system.

"Regiment leaders, they are all civilians..." the leader of the car said.

"Shut up!"

"There are no civilians, there are only the dead and the living now. Rush over, I order you! I will be responsible for the consequences. Shoot with fire!"

The leader of the car looked at the driver, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

"Hagros, machine gun fire!"

The veteran squad leader responded, pushed aside the hanging corpse, climbed onto the machine gun, pulled the bolt, and fired towards the front.

The armored vehicle rushed towards the crowd.

In one fell swoop, the four or five people at the front were knocked into the air, and they rushed over them.

"Government troops killed people, killed people..."

Armed men appeared on the balconies on both sides and opened fire on the armored vehicles.

The new recruits in the car fired at the outside with the aiming port under command...

"Throw smoke bombs." The regiment commander Otto said to the driver of his vehicle, who nodded, and two smoke bombs were fired. In an instant, the street was filled with smoke, and the vehicles behind also learned from it...

The gangsters hiding above could not see below at once, and could only rely on their intuition to sweep.

When the hostages saw the armored vehicles rushing over, they were not fools. They fled in panic. The cars blocking the road were knocked open, the doors were cracked, the ground was scratched, and the fuel tank was broken. After a while, it exploded and turned into a ball of flames.

But this explosion force was of no use to the TPz-1 armored vehicle.

In two minutes, all 11 armored vehicles left the battlefield and continued to march towards their destination.

"Fuck!"

A gangster wearing a red scarf held a large walkie-talkie, "The government army rushed in, we can't stop it, we don't have heavy weapons."

"11 armored vehicles."

"Understood." The response came from the other side.

"Boss, are we still chasing?" asked the henchman next to him.

"What are we going to chase? Rely on two legs? Can you run faster than four tires?" The red scarf cursed, "Rearrange the battlefield and bury some mines. We will delay the troops behind, and the people in front will naturally be trapped to death."

The younger brother nodded.

"Is there any water?"

The henchman hurriedly took out the water bottle and handed it over, watching the other party drinking eagerly, and licked his dry lips...

"Boss, can you give me some to drink..." he asked flatteringly.

The red scarf glanced at him and said, "It's not time to distribute water yet, we'll talk about it later."

The smile on the younger brother's face froze.

He looked at the other party's water bottle, opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head.

The hierarchy in the gang is also very strict.

It's just that he is a little exhausted now...

A resentment accumulated in his heart, why is it that only your boss can drink water, and we have to wait for time?

Didn't we say that we are all brothers? !

Why!

Unfair! !

The recruits of the First Armored Battalion were attacked by gangsters one after another before they could even begin to feel the grief of their comrades’ deaths.

Armored vehicles can only be bullied in a narrow space.

But as long as you speed up, there will be no problem.

The sound of gunfire and explosions was deafening.

On the top floor of the National Palace, Victor looked at the Chimahuacan slum with a solemn expression.

"How many more brothers will stay there..." He sighed softly.

Casare stood behind, "Boss, die for the country, die for a good cause!"

Victor waved his hand, and in front of his brothers, he said openly, "The Chimahuacan slum is only the largest of the 1,100 slums in the country. If we want to completely solve this problem, we can only improve the welfare of the people and the domestic economy. The huge gap between the rich and the poor has a great impact on our rule. Large landowners and big chaebols will aggravate the breeding of crime."

"So in addition to land reform and foreign state-owned enterprises, I plan to levy a rich tax and inheritance tax, and companies must pay actual payments to reduce loan interest."

"Reorganize state-owned banks and integrate them into the Imperial Bank. Walter Funk will serve as the president of the bank and the Minister of Economy at the same time."

Victor doesn't know much about economics, but he understands one thing.

Only when wealth is hidden among the people can we be truly rich.

Similarly, throughout history, collapsed regimes have one characteristic: no money. If the domestic economy develops and taxes are increased, the status of himself and others will be more stable.

"Boss, we can actually borrow money from other countries, or use some mining rights as collateral. I don't suggest borrowing from Europe and the United States, because they are so ruthless. I heard that China is also experiencing economic growth, so we might be able to borrow money from them. If that doesn't work, we can borrow money from the Arabs."

Casare covered his mouth, "They are all willing to increase their influence in North America."

Victor raised his eyebrow.

That's right...

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the red countries suffered a major blow. North Korea began to be in turmoil. Vietnam and Cuba were self-doubting. The rabbit must replace them. He and the United States don't like each other.

One supports South Korea in Asia, so why can't he have a good relationship with the University of East Asia? Push his influence to North America?

And because of "well-known" reasons, Arabs have a very bad image in the United States, where Jews are the elite. In Hollywood movies, they only play villains such as terrorists and murderers.

The United States is looking at the world with tinted glasses!

They all urgently need to show their charm in mainstream society.

But there is no one willing to help them, Canada in North America? Impossible! That's a dog.

Latin America and Europe won't do that either.

But I can!

Anyway, my relationship with the Americans isn't that good.

The other side wants to kill me, but I live a better life than anyone else.

I slapped myself in the face repeatedly, but I didn't kill myself.

Hi!

Besides, it's because my geographical location is valuable.

And most importantly, Mexico is rich in various mineral resources, with silver ranking first in the world, copper and graphite ranking third in the world, sulfur and barite ranking sixth in the world, molybdenum, lead and zinc ranking seventh in the world, and manganese ranking eleventh in the world.

It is the fifth largest oil producer in the world!

It is not poor in essence!

In the early 20th century, Mexico was the world's second largest oil producer, but the country's oil resources were basically controlled by British and American oil companies. Mexicans had to buy them from Britain and the United States at high prices.

In 1938, the then Mexican President Cardenas issued a decree to nationalize the oil industry, nationalizing 17 British and American oil companies. It can be seen that Mexico also has many talented people.

"We can't put all our eggs in one basket in the United States. We have won many victories against the United States. We have a say and we are able to make decisions on our own. Send people to discuss economic loans and aid, and use these things to offset them."

"Also, how much did the government owe the United States before?"

"About 72 billion US dollars..." Casare said.

"Stop repayment, negotiate with the US, and ask them to share the oil profits before 1938 with us, otherwise we will not pay back the money and use it to offset the payment."

Casare hesitated and said, "Boss, don't we want to ease the relationship with the United States? Will this make Mr. Rumsfeld uncomfortable?"

"We are a partner, not a vassal state. We must fight for the benefits we deserve. This will not undermine the overall trend. Just be restrained in the military. If you can refuse to pay some money, just refuse to pay it. If you really can't, you can think of more reasons, such as the damage to the buildings caused by their last attack on us, and the taxes evaded by American companies in Mexico."

"Our cooperation with the Rumsfeld family is private, but it does not mean that we have a good relationship with the United States."

Casare suddenly realized.

Got it.

Scumbag!

This is what I want, but I am not responsible.

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