Working as a police officer in Mexico

“Ul ul ul ul~”

Baja California, Mexicali.

Four or five flashing police sirens broke the silence of the street.

This “soul-stirring” sound early in the morning attracted many people to stop and watch. Two teenagers in shorts and slippers ran out of the alley, one of them with a toothbrush in his mouth, and his mouth was still covered with foam.

“Ford Explorer!” One of the younger boys pointed at the leading police car and shouted, then listed the ones behind him, “Toyota Land Cruiser”, “Hummer H2”…

The parents who caught up with him were also surprised to see this scene.

"Strange, a big case happened in Mexicali? Otherwise, why would they send "special police"?"

The police are also a kind of armed force, belonging to a violent organization, especially in a place like Mexico, where public security is definitely not going to be good all at once, but you can't use the army to do everything, so a "special police company" was also established within the police, referred to as SDU, because the badge is a figure with green face, fangs and big eyes, this is Tlaloc, a god in Aztec mythology.

Two companies were drawn from the Swart Special Police Force, which was originally affiliated with the National Guard, and 20 people were selected from the Army's 141st Special Brigade to form the "Special Police Company".

Generally, they don't take action unless it's a big deal.

If they are also difficult...

Then send a coordinate to the army.

After all, maintaining stability requires an address, while counter-terrorism only requires coordinates.

The convoy drove to the gate of the largest church in Mexicali, and the "Ford Explorer" turned around in a chic manner and stood across the gate. A man wearing black police uniform and with sinister eyes got out of the car.

Mexicali Police Chief: Wolf-Hai Otto Berninrich Hart Fritz Hermann von Helldorff!

The name is really long...

Nearly 20 fully armed special police officers wearing masks, holding MP5 submachine guns, and hanging grenades on their waists got off the car, and there were two priests wearing glasses...?

"Surround this place, not even a mosquito is allowed to fly over." Chief Wolf waved his hand, and these people surrounded the Mexicali Cathedral.

He rubbed his gloves, walked into the church with his head held high, and just happened to see a cardinal who ran out in panic after hearing the noise, the head of the North and South Baja California region, Juan Sandoval, the future candidate for Pope.

"Mr. Police, what are you doing?"

"Where is Jesus? Let him come out and sign. His place has been closed and he is operating without a license." Wolfe took out a ball of paper from his arms and threw it to Juan Sandoval. "According to the order of the Mexican government, the Mexicali Cathedral is closed and the clergy are expelled from the country. They will take over here in the future."

Juan Sandoval's mouth was crooked with anger. He looked at the two men in priest robes and scolded, "The Holy See did not send you here. I have not received any orders from the Vatican."

"We do not belong to the Vatican. We belong to the "Holy Lord" Church in Mexico. From now on, the Mexican faith will belong to us." One of the men spoke in a gentle tone and adjusted his glasses with his hand.

"You want to set up a new church? Impossible! Three billion believers in the world will not obey you, and even many countries will not recognize you. You are going against God's will." A priest standing behind the bishop shouted angrily.

It seems like he wants to "go on a crusade".

"We also want everyone to be well, but your pope obviously doesn't obey us, so that's so boring. Let's go our separate ways. From now on, everyone will live their own lives. If you are unhappy, just hold it in, or else let your Jesus come down to talk to our boss."

Director Wolf waved his hand, and the people behind him rushed in to drive away the clergy. Of course, the priests were unhappy, but they were not afraid of your resistance, but they were afraid of you not resisting!

The guys from the "Special Police Company" did not lighten their hands. They knocked them down with a gun butt, and dragged them out like a dead dog.

The Cardinal Juan Sandoval was also beaten up. If you are not decent, someone will give you decent.

When has he ever been treated like this?

He is a bishop!

The candidate for the future pope, he can get whatever he wants in the European and American world, and even human laws cannot judge him. When has he ever encountered such a thing? ! !

"God! Open your eyes and see that your believers are suffering. Please punish these people who don't..."

Juan Sandoval hadn't finished speaking when he saw Wolfe take the MP5 from the SWAT next to him, pull the bolt, and shoot at him...

Dozens of bullets instantly turned the other person into a dog.

The body fell down with a bang!

The church was instantly quiet.

"If you don't want to leave, don't leave. Chop him up and feed him to the dogs. And you, don't think I don't know what crimes you have committed in Mexico, one by one, pretending to be your mother?"

Director Wolfe said with a terrifying look in his eyes, waving his hand, "Take him down and beat him to death."

"Yes, sir!"

The burly men grabbed the priest and left. They were finally scared, crying and shouting, and their tears were like horse urine.

Wolf lit a cigarette for himself, raised his head, looked at the cross, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm accurately on Jesus' face.

He turned around, looked at the priests he brought with him, and patted them on the shoulders.

"Times have changed. Tell Jesus to join the party more actively in the future. Otherwise, you won't be promoted."

The two priests smiled flatteringly and sent each other away.

"Teacher, should we pray first or raise the national flag first?" A younger priest asked after hesitating.

"Praise Victor first."

…

The Mexicali Police Station incident is not an isolated case. A movement to expel Vatican priests has been launched in Mexico.

The bishop of Guadalajara refused to leave. He led more than 20 clergymen to resist with weapons from nowhere, and tried to call on believers. More than 50 believers resisted with them in the church.

Well...

Then the local police station requested military intervention.

Two 2S3-type howitzers drove over and fired at the church.

Ascended to heaven on the spot.

More than 70 people were tough guys, and no one said a word.

This church that was more than a hundred years old was also reduced to ashes.

People called it: "Guadalajara Church Bloodshed!"

But it also illustrates a problem from the side...

The Cuauhtmote government's control over the people is gradually increasing!

Mexicans still know how to distinguish between big and small kings.

But this action completely angered the Vatican. In St. Peter's Square, the church rang the holy bell, which was originally used to ring when a new pope was replaced, but it rang now to gather believers.

Looking at the people who came to the square after hearing the news, there were not many but not few, at least tens of thousands, including tourists.

This kind of cohesion is only found in Europe. If it were ancient China, it would be crushed in a minute. After all, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was also caused by religion.

The Pope, wearing all white clothes, walked to the balcony and spoke through the loudspeaker.

"We pray to our brothers and sisters persecuted by Victor, may they rest in the arms of the Lord!"

"We are also dissatisfied with the persecution of clergy. Victor and his government are an anti-human collective. They are the living X-Teller!"

He spit on it.

And Victor in front of the TV wanted to laugh when he saw this scene.

"After saying so much, what's the result? I thought he would launch an intercontinental missile from the Vatican."

Casare laughed beside him, his chins trembling, "If the Vatican has missiles, the Italian government will become the German government."

"This kind of cancer is simply disgusting. Don't we have evidence of their priests? Throw it out, I want to see who is the believer of Satan."

"Okay."

"In the future, this kind of religion must be strictly controlled, especially the cults must be cracked down. Anyone who is not registered with the Religious Affairs Bureau is a target of crackdown. We don't want a loose federal government. Only a unified centralized system can save Mexico!"

"Freedom is not without bottom line."

Secularism and religion are very conflicting, especially in places like the Middle East. If you look at history, you can see that many countries that have gone secular have good national economies and conditions in the end, but those religious forces are not happy.

They tried every means to pull you back, and what happened in the end?

Going back to feudalism!

Women can't show their faces?

What era is it? Women can hold up half the sky!

Although Mexico has not reached that level, 88% of the population in Mexico believe in Catholicism, 5.2% believe in Protestantism, and the rest believe in other religions or have no faith.

Mexico has no state religion, but Catholicism is the main religious belief.

Clergy can enjoy privileges.

It was possible before, but now the new government has come to power, and you are specially granted the right to be shot by Gatlin.

On the surface, it is the government of Kuacumote, but in fact, Victor is in control behind the scenes...

Extremist religious elements are also very dangerous.

They must not be allowed to survive.

"The opposition is a bit loud, but it is generally within controllable range." Casare said. Seeing Victor nod slightly, he immediately understood, picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, thought for a while and asked, "The 16th is Mexico's Independence Day. Should we hold the ceremony?"

"What does the intelligence agency say?"

"They evaluated that the safety factor is low and it is easy to be dangerous. Someone will take this opportunity to cause trouble. It is not recommended to hold it."

"But Independence Day is one of Mexico's long-term festivals. If it is not held, people will have distrust of our new government, and it may damage our image."

"How many days are left?" Victor walked to the window and asked with a cigarette in his hand.

"11 days."

"The incident is a bit tight, but it's enough. The national security level has been raised, the border has been temporarily closed, and any community has to compare people and visit the floating population. The army has been ordered to enter martial law, and two regiments of the 1st Marine Division have been mobilized to enter Mexico City to control imports and exports, and people in the main urban area have been registered overnight."

"Those without proof of residence and identity will be driven out of the main urban area of ​​Mexico."

"Let Cuaucmote invite ambassadors from various countries to Mexico. This is our first Independence Day event, and it must be outstanding."

"Then do you want a military parade?"

"Pull the 32nd Missile Brigade over, and mobilize another regiment from Guderian's 5th Marine Division, and send the 3rd Air Force Squadron to fly over. These are enough."

A regiment has more than 4,000 people.

Casare felt the pressure was too great, and the time was too short.

But he still agreed.

Under the state machine, any resistance will be crushed.

There is nothing that cannot be done, only whether you want to do it or not.

After talking about work, Casare suddenly said shyly, "Boss, it's my birthday tomorrow, do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

Victor was startled, and then raised his eyebrows, "You are 32, right?"

"Well, it's my 32nd birthday. In the blink of an eye, half of my legs are in the coffin." Casare smiled naively.

There is a 2-year age difference between the two, and the other has a more advanced prison system than Victor.

"Then you have to consider personal issues. Just give birth to a child so that he can grow up with Caesar and contribute to Mexico in the future."

This was just a casual comment at first, but Casare was so coy that he said, "I recently met a woman. Tomorrow...she will come too tomorrow. I want you to help me take a look. If you don't agree, I'll break up with her." ”

Victor was startled, then laughed, patted his shoulder and gave a thumbs up, "What does she do?"

"A star."

this…

Victor's face froze, but when he saw his brother's hopeful eyes, he waved his hand, "Okay, a man has to find a beautiful one, otherwise why are we working so hard? I'll take a look tomorrow."

Casare nodded vigorously with a smile on his face, "Boss, I'll go to work first."

Victor smiled, and after watching the other party leave, he walked back to his desk, frowned and thought for a moment, then pressed the red phone and said, "Ask George Smiley to come see me."

Within two minutes, the director of the "Thirteen Taibao" knocked on the door and came in.

"General."

"Casare knows a woman, have you checked?" Victor asked directly.

George Smiley was stunned, "We checked, Haile Alves, French, 19 years old, Victoria's Secret supermodel. We have checked her background. She is very clean. She graduated from the French High School of Fashion. She also has a younger brother and a father. Her mother died of illness 7 years ago. Our people have compared their DNA and they are indeed relatives. "

"Her father was a vehicle engineer."

"My younger brother is in his second year of high school."

"They also have 17 collateral relatives, respectively..." George Smiley was able to serve as the director of the "Thirteen Taibao", which has a very good memory. When the boss asked, he told them all.

“We ranked her profile number one.”

Victor nodded slowly when he heard this. After sitting in this position, he was always a little suspicious. He was nervous when a stranger suddenly appeared next to him.

In fact, this happens to everyone. When his loving father met Ruan Shenggong, the latter hoped that he could provide help, but the loving father refused. When Ruan Shenggong left, he asked him for an autograph, like a little fan asking for an idol. The same.

But as soon as Ruan Shenggong left, his loving father asked Beria to find someone to steal it back, for fear that the other party would use his signature to do something.

When you get to this position, no matter what you do, someone will grab you.

"Casare is really good enough. If you find a 19-year-old model who is 32 years old and is still a young model, tsk tsk...he is just an old cow eating young grass." Victor said with a smile.

George Smiley just smiled.

The general was teasing his brother, but he couldn't get involved.

"Prepare a gift for me. It's his birthday tomorrow. Make it grand."

"good."

"How is A Ming doing, who left it to you?"

"The Ministry of Information has sent people there, and there should be news soon." Speaking of this, George Smiley was also curious, how did the general know that the "murderer" was in Jeddah?

Does he still have secret intelligence channels that he didn't know about?

The general doesn't even trust himself, right?

No, no, it shouldn't be, don't scare yourself.

"Okay, go ahead and do your work. By the way, keep an eye on that French woman."

After George Smiley leaves.

Victor looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

…

Kimahuakan slum.

Since Block 6 was occupied, Guderian ordered the troops to suspend the attack.

Just like this, several gates were blocked.

Troops were also dispatched to patrol the periphery, and they were only allowed out but not allowed in.

Three days, five days, seven days...

All the water in the stinking ditch has been drunk up.

The mice were all running anxiously, and their hair had lost all its luster.

Some people fell to the ground and twitched while walking, and soon lost their breath.

Finally someone couldn't bear it anymore.

Block 9, Block 11, Block 12, Block 14…

On the seventh day, more than 20 neighborhoods surrendered.

The gangsters were kneeling on the ground, their bodies weak and swollen. When the 5th Division came in, they encountered no resistance.

Fighting a war and shutting off your water source is a cruel enough move.

You can fight hand-to-hand without bullets, but without water, it will be difficult for you to walk.

How many people die in the Mexican desert every year?

People are both strong and weak.

The garrison headquarters on the southwest side of Syntagma Square.

The atmosphere is relatively relaxed.

Everyone felt that victory was in hand, and the old moss of Kimahuakan would soon be eliminated by "Daknin".

Deng Deng~

Deputy Division Commander Luigi Cardorna took a document and ran to Guderian's office with a solemn face, but he still knocked on the door. After someone inside shouted, he pushed the door open and saw Deputy Division Commander Douglas. .Haig was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his hand. When he saw him, he hummed.

The relationship between the two is not very good.

Douglas Haig believed that the other party was here to seize power, and he was rather stubborn in thinking and unwilling to accept new war ideas. He always believed: The brave will win when we meet on a narrow road!

That’s no problem…

But now times have changed, and the lessons of the Gulf War have taught the world that the pattern of war has become more bizarre. You still meet on a narrow road, but if you are in the sky, a cannonball will send you home.

Luigi Cardorna, on the other hand, was more flexible, and several plans were adopted by Guderian, which made Douglas think that the other party was here to steal his limelight.

The two people's personalities don't get along.

"Luigi, what's wrong? What's the matter?" Guderian's tone was calm, and he even smiled.

"General, the Meteorological Bureau reports that a large area of ​​fortress-shaped stratocumulus clouds is drifting towards Mexico City. It will arrive in the sky in about 9 hours. Thunderstorms or heavy rains are coming."

! ! !

Guderian's expression suddenly became solemn, he stood up and took the document, his face turned gloomy for a moment.

There is no fool here...

If there is a heavy rain, it means that the slums will have water resources, and the road to cutting off water will fail. And those communities that originally surrendered have not yet completely transferred their populations, and there may be fluctuations.

After all, although living in the slums is a bit tough, it is free and free.

Many people have brain problems, and they don't want to be bound by these so-called "rules."

"There is news from the National Palace that the Independence Day celebration ceremony will be held in 11 days. A regiment will be mobilized, and stability may have to be maintained by then. There is not much time left for us, so I propose to launch a general offensive!"

Luigi Cardorna looked solemn, "We will completely capture Chimahuacan within 9 hours. As long as the troops move in, they will be killed if they don't obey! Even if it rains later, the initiative will still be in our hands."

"I propose to apply for support from above. Aren't there two regiments of the 3rd Division? Bring them all over."

Guderian pondered for a moment, "I order!"

Douglas Haig, who was sitting, also stood up.

"All troops attack! I will request support from the general."

"Lay down Kimahuakan before the rain comes."

“This is a tribute to Mexico’s Independence Day!”

"yes!"

The two deputy division commanders shouted in unison.

Soon, combat orders were issued to all regiments.

"Captain, commander."

17 Moritz Walter Model, who was sleeping in an armored car, was woken up by his adjutant. "The division headquarters ordered our troops to continue the offensive and storm the territory of the Aryan Brotherhood. In one go, we captured it directly and surrounded Kima within three hours." Huakan Elevator Tower"."

"So anxious? What happened?" Otto was still a little hazy at first, but after hearing this order, he opened his eyes and asked.

"I heard it's going to rain."

"TMD!"

Otto cursed and got off the armored vehicle, "Signal Corps, order all units to repair. In ten minutes, the first and second battalions will attack from the southwest, the third and fourth battalions from the south, and the fourth battalion from the west."

"When encountering resistance, the use of RO-A cloud explosive bombs is allowed."

The entire 179th Regiment became busy instantly.

The recruits who had fought for several battles also looked decisive. They held compressed biscuits in their mouths, followed the orders of their commanders, and continued to attack with weapons.

The 179th Regiment is privately known as the "Demolition Brigade". Basically, they blow up buildings when they encounter them. The method is very simple.

More than 900 men of the 3rd Battalion dispersed and advanced in battle formation.

When a 10-man combat squad was walking along a small alley that was less than 2 meters wide, a Molotov cocktail flew out of the window above and hit one of the soldiers on the helmet. It exploded instantly!

The flames engulfed people in an instant.

The soldiers screamed and howled and rolled on the ground, and their comrades nearby did not dare to move.

"Calm down! Calm down! Alec, use the isolation blanket!" the veteran leading the team shouted, and then a recruit next to him reacted, pulled out a dirty blanket from his bag, and covered him directly. .

"Take him away!"

The squad leader saw a hand sticking out from the window. He passed by and punched the arm directly, and a miserable howl sounded in the room.

"Team 1, follow me." He shouted, smashed the window downstairs with his elbow, and flipped over flexibly. The four soldiers behind him followed and slowly searched upstairs.

Anyone who has died in a street fight knows that there are particularly many Laosu.

Experienced veterans use grenades to clear the way.

The squad leader pulled an incendiary bomb, threw it up as if holding a urinal, and bounced it when it hit the corner.

boom!

The flames ignited instantly.

"ah!!!"

"ah!!!!"

The two firemen rushed out screaming, as if to see who had the loudest voice, but they were quickly shot to death by the people below.

Stepping on the corpse upstairs, searching door by door.

Soon we reached the third floor. The sound of footsteps on the ground and the dull sound of military boots made the gangsters in the house unable to bear it anymore and collapsed.

After shouting, a man with a severed hand rushed out, "Za..."

Chug tug tug…

The body fell to the ground, staring at him without finishing his words.

The squad leader led someone into the back room. Suddenly he felt numb all over his body, his scalp trembled, and he subconsciously tilted his head.

Bang!

Half of the head of a recruit behind him exploded on the spot.

"Sniper! Hidden, hidden!"

He leaned against the corner of the window, made a silent gesture towards his hiding comrades, took out a round mirror from his arms, and carefully explored it.

Bang!

There was a gunshot, and the bullet's inertia carried the mirror and flew far away.

My hands were numb from the shock.

"Bazooka!"

The squad leader hooked his hand towards one person, who took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and ran over from the other side.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three shots were fired, but none of the bullets hit.

"Victor bless, Victor bless!" Adrenaline surged through the recruit carrying the rocket launcher, and he waved his fist.

The squad leader took off the rocket launcher from his back and inserted a cloud explosive bomb into it.

"You attract fire to me."

"Huh? Me?" The bazooka running over pointed at him with a surprised look on his face.

But soon his face hardened and he gave a military salute.

He took off his helmet, looked at the squad leader, and then threw it upwards with all his strength. He got out like a cheetah and stood by the window, waving his hands vigorously, "Zombie! Look here!!!"

Bang!

The helmet was shot off, and just as the sniper turned his gun to kill him, he saw the squad leader standing up, carrying a rocket launcher.

"OMG!!!" The sniper's pupils shrank.

"Bye-Bye."

The squad leader pulled the trigger, phew~~! !

The shells roared past.

The rocket launcher actually doesn't occupy the staff. Just find someone to carry it and throw it away after you hit it. You don't have to aim this thing. You just shoot it. What happens next depends on fate. That means, how many pieces will the opponent turn into? A few pieces.

Why else would everyone have one of rabbits?

Simple, convenient, durable, practical and cheap.

boom! !

Huge energy shot out from the opposite room, like a goddess scattering flowers, and half of the wall was blown away.

The people inside should also be gone.

The squad leader threw away the rocket launcher, picked up the gun, took a deep look at the opposite side, turned around and looked at the comrade who was killed by a sniper, squatted down, and pulled off his dog tag.

It reads:

Name: Andrea Lillard

Affiliated unit: "Santa Catarina Recruit Recruitment Battalion" Private. (I haven’t had time to replace it yet).

Blood type: Type A

Year of enlistment: April 1991!

Home address: No. 17, Community of Monteverde, Ciudad La Purisima, Baja California Sur.

The monitor held the dog tag in his hand and said, "Rest in peace, brother."

"Fix the body bag and write down his address. After the war, I will send him home."

The recruits behind him were silent.

War is too cruel...

People who were alive one minute are now dead.

"Walk!"

"Let's move on!"

"Kill all these bastards!"

"Victory belongs to Mexico! Peace belongs to Mexico!!"

The 5th Division basically pushed horizontally, and the troops outside used loudspeakers to play "Mexicans Answer the Call to War," which is the national anthem.

Mexicans, answering the call to war,

Prepare your swords and horses and prepare to rush to the battlefield,

As long as our cannons roar,

The heart of the earth will also tremble!

…

The national anthem is like a BUFF, instantly making the young soldiers' blood boil with excitement.

Coupled with the officer's repeated "comrade" calls, they charged forward.

September 6, 1991 at 21:37 pm.

Kima Huakan slum, 31 neighborhoods (communities), was liberated!

2 hours earlier than scheduled.

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