Working as a police officer in Mexico

“Liberate the Kimahuakan Ghetto!!”

At half past ten in the evening…

More than a dozen Hummers were racing down the main street in Mexico, and some people were shouting with loudspeakers.

Many people were lying by the windows, watching with different expressions.

"Beckett, be careful, don't stick your head out, be careful of those bastards seeing you." A little boy wearing Snoopy was lying on the bed looking out, and an angry scolding came from behind him.

The little boy was clean and had big eyes. He turned his head and saw his father, a truck driver, shirtless and cursing.

Because of the curfew, many businesses have disappeared, which makes him very unhappy.

"Can't you keep your voice down?" the mother next to me complained.

"Keep your voice down? Why should I keep my voice down! Victor, that bitch, that bastard government, I tell you, he will be killed by someone else tomorrow!"

After the man had finished drinking, he got a little drunk and started talking nonsense and without thinking.

"Can you please stop being so childish? What will others think if you make a quarrel like this?"

"Who makes you care so much? The pretty boy downstairs or the teacher with glasses upstairs?!"

After Beckett glanced at his house, he looked away. Anyway, they had been quarreling when he was very young, so he was used to it.

He looked at the Hummer speeding under the streetlight in the distance, with the national flag hanging on it, as if he could hear the sound of the flag being blown by the wind.

"Vegit, Vegito."

He suddenly heard someone calling him from below, so he stuck his head out. His classmate who lived downstairs turned his head and shouted, waving his hands vigorously.

"Have you finished your homework?"

Vegito shook his head, "Not yet, isn't it still very early? There are still three days of vacation."

"Then write quickly. My dad got me some tickets to visit the military camp. You can come with me then."

"Me?" Vegetto hesitated, "What's so fun."

"It's much more fun. I heard that you can also see the specimens made after drug dealers were killed. By the way, my dad said that those who go can also get commemorative badges with General Victor's face on them." The classmate shouted excitedly .

"Victor..."

This name almost sounded callous to Vegito. People were chanting it on the streets, at school, at home, and even at breakfast stalls.

"We must respect him. It is impolite to call him general. It is impolite to call him by his first name." The classmate interrupted.

"Okay, promise me, we will visit together then, don't forget."

Vegito watched his classmate's head retract and frowned. He didn't know why this new "sir" was more popular than Popovich.

The only difference is that there are really no gangsters with tigers on the left and dragons on the right, and it is rare to see people taking drugs in the street. He once saw his classmates surrounded by people at the school gate. , getting an injection in the arm.

He didn't understand what was so good about that thing. When the other party found him, Sayazi ran away.

When was the last time I saw that classmate who was taking drugs?

It’s been a month or so...

The Northern Army came in at that time, and the next day I heard that the whole family of the other party was captured by the Northern Army and shot on the streets!

I don’t know whether Victor is a good guy or a bad guy...

After all, Vegetto is only in the third grade, and there are many things that he doesn’t know very well yet!

Tick~

Suddenly a drop of water fell down and hit him on the head. He raised his head and felt more and more rain coming down. He quickly retracted his head and closed the window. He saw that the quarrel was still going on and it had reached the point of taking action. His parents quietly closed the door and climbed into the quilt. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

I don’t know why all I can think of is Victor.

"Good night, General~".

Vegito muttered.

Wow! !

The light rain quickly turned into a downpour.

God couldn't close the valve anymore, and he couldn't urinate anymore.

"Everyone squat down and hold your heads!"

Groups of dejected gangsters stood with their hands on their fronts and their heads lowered. Their shoes were all taken off and they were barefoot and squatting on the ground. They were surrounded by soldiers in raincoats, holding weapons and looking at them with unkind expressions.

"Commander, be careful." Douglas Haig held an umbrella for Guderian and said hurriedly.

Deputy Division Commander Luigi Cardorna looked at him coldly from behind, with a slight twitch in his eyes. He did not reject the other party's flattering attitude. After all, in many official circles, if you don't bend down, there are many people who are willing.

The drug traffickers in old Mexico were in power...

Many people may have forgotten that when many high-ranking officials want to climb into positions, they will shamelessly call drug dealers their brothers, without asking for help. They just hope that when their opponents find drug dealers to fuck them, they can know the news in advance and run away.

Very humble.

Guderian pushed Douglas Haig's hand, "You can support yourself, I have a raincoat."

The latter was not embarrassed and just smiled beside him.

"How many prisoners are there in total?"

"There are more than 3,000 people." said the staff officer next to him.

"So many." Guderian frowned. Just as he was pondering, he heard scoldings. He raised his head and saw a white man standing up in a phalanx of two hundred people, shouting , "Brothers, stand up and resist! These Mexican bastards have no intention of letting us go..."

The soldiers nearby rushed up and pressed his shoulders. Many white people nearby also took the opportunity to make noises. They saw that the situation was spreading.

Luigi Cardorna glanced at the teacher's face and was livid.

He immediately stood up and said, "Why are you still standing there in a daze? I'll be executed!"

Pointing at the team of two hundred people, "Kill them all! If one person makes a noise, they will all sit down together!"

The soldier was startled. It was the first time for a recruit to kill a prisoner, but the veteran of the 5th Regiment standing next to him had done it many times. The Humvee parked on one side was carrying a GAU-19 three-barreled machine gun.

There was a bullet chain hanging next to it.

A veteran pulled the recruit down, stood up, and swept at the phalanx with a ferocious smile!

Chug tug tug…chut tug tug tug!

The bullets rubbed sparks through the rain in the dark night and swept down a large area.

The soldiers standing nearby were startled and quickly distanced themselves for fear of being accidentally injured.

This GAU-19 machine gun is very simple.

The world-famous "euthanasia" is not painful at all. Sometimes you feel like you have been bitten by a mosquito, and then nothing happens.

"Ah! Help! Help, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!!"

"I surrender! I surrender! I didn't resist, don't kill me!!"

Some of the 200 people were completely implicated. Many of them knelt on the ground begging for mercy when they died.

In other areas where gangsters gathered, gunshots were heard and there was obvious chaos, but they were quickly suppressed.

Without the help of geographical location, gangsters are like wild dogs. They don't even have the courage to bark.

Ga~

The muzzle of the GAU-19 machine gun paused and the ammunition belt was discharged.

The corpses in front of them were scattered everywhere, with blood flowing into rivers. The blood ran to the feet of the recruits along with the wash of rain. The smell of blood in the air made many soldiers feel sick to their stomachs.

"Swallow it! If anyone vomits it out, you have to lie down on your stomach and eat it tonight!" the company platoon leader next to him scolded, and many swallowing sounds were heard in the dark night.

Guderian looked at Luigi Cardorna with satisfaction, appreciating the opponent's decisiveness, and went over to pat the veteran shooter on the shoulder. He said nothing, but the leader's pat still made the latter excited. .

This means remembering you.

Your benefits will be indispensable in the future.

After the leader finished leaving, the person in charge of the scene waved his hand, and two military forklifts came up, shoveled the corpse, and then dumped it onto the personnel carrier, presumably pulling it outside for burial.

The people under Victor did a good job in this regard.

I will also help with the funeral arrangements...

And after Victor received the news that the Chimahuacan slum had been liberated, he shouted hello three times in a row, walked around the office, his face flushed, and praised repeatedly, "Guderian, the Mexican Tiger General!"

"Get the car ready, let's go check out the slums."

Casare hurriedly stopped him and warned, "Boss, the slums are not safe right now. I don't know if anyone is hiding in them. Let's wait until daybreak before going there. And... the 5th Division is also handling the follow-up work now. Let's go, we will Delay them."

This is what he, the fat man, dares to say.

No one else would dare to say that.

Victor thought about it for a moment, but he always felt like a cat scratching his head. Casare rolled his eyes and said, "We can go to the place where civilians are resettled."

"Okay, you make the arrangements. By the way, there is no need to notify the following."

"good!"

Casare hurriedly went to make arrangements, and by the time Victor came down wearing the coat with the "Marshal rank" on it, the Secret Service had already arranged the vehicle.

A group of five vehicles drove towards the "Alexander Civilian Resettlement Area".

This place is also a bit far from the city center, outside the city. It took about forty minutes to drive. When we arrived at our destination, we looked at the uniform tents stretching for miles.

These civilians will wait until the next day for them to be transferred and resettled. Anyway, there are many empty houses in Mexico City.

"Who!" a sentry shouted when he noticed them.

George Smiley ran over and gave the order, and then brought the sentry over. The latter looked at Victor and saluted excitedly, "General!"

"Thank you for your hard work. Is it cold at night?" Victor asked with a smile as he tightened his clothes.

"It's not cold!"

"Young people should also take care of their own health. It's okay. You can continue. I'll go in and take a look. There's no need to notify your leaders."

The sentry nodded vigorously.

Victor smiled and pulled out a cigarette for him. The other person looked at the cigarette in his hand with mixed feelings. Really... would any leader pull out a cigarette for him?

He carefully hid it in his pocket, he planned to keep it!

In the future, I can also play tricks with others.

Victor led a group of people into the temporary resettlement area. It was raining heavily and it was very quiet.

"Huh?" His eyes flashed, and he saw two children not far away, barefoot and confused in the rain, the slightly older one hugging each other tightly.

He frowned and walked over to cover them with an umbrella, "Children, why don't you go to bed earlier on a rainy day?"

Seeing a group of adults approaching, the two of them were obviously nervous. The girl lowered her head like a quail. The little boy was also a little scared, but he still stood in front of his sister and stammered, "I...we don't know where we live. , no… no… our tent.”

Victor's face fell.

"Who's in charge here? Call me out!"

There were followers behind him who were busy braving the rain to call people.

Looking at the two brothers and sisters shivering from the cold, Victor untied his raincoat, took off the military uniform with the rank of marshal inside and put it on the little girl. The other girl looked at his brother at a loss.

"Get dressed and don't catch a cold."

Casare next to him also hurriedly took off his clothes and put them on the boy.

Soon the entourage came running over.

"Where are the people?!" Casare asked.

The other party looked ugly, as if he had eaten shit, and pointed to a military tent at the innermost, "Drinking inside."

"???????"

The big guys were all black, and everyone looked at Victor.

"Good! Good! It's really great!" Wei Huang also laughed in anger, "I want to see what kind of person is so cool."

As he said that, he walked towards the tent aggressively.

The closer he got to him, the more he smelled alcohol...

He waved the door curtain, and the scene inside made him glare!

Seven or eight people fell to the ground, drunk and unconscious.

Victor glanced at a lieutenant colonel with his golden finger.

Caspar Gonzalez!

Male!

Born in Guadalajara in 1955.

Joined the Mexican Army in 1978.

Later, he studied at the New Mexico Military Academy and served as the deputy commander-in-chief of the Sonora National Guard. He led his troops to revolt in mid-1990!

…

It turned out that they were "brought into the group with funds"!

In the wars in the south and the north, many people surrendered at the sight of the enemy. Some were as brave and good at fighting as Vasily of the 336th Regiment, and now served as the deputy commander of the 4th Marine Division. But there were also many people who were not suitable for leading troops. They were more or less reduced in military power and sent to the second line.

If they were not still valuable for the united front, they would have been let go long ago.

"Drag him out and get wet!"

Someone nearby dragged them out and threw them in the rain. Seven or eight people were drunk, and only two or three people opened their eyes hazily. When they saw Victor standing with a gloomy face, they shuddered, and the alcohol dissipated immediately, and they stood trembling.

"Bring the whip! Take off their military uniforms." Victor stretched out his hand, and the attendant handed him a horsewhip, and the secret service stripped off their clothes like wolves and tigers, and handcuffed them with their backs.

Snap!

Victor whipped a major's back and blood came out. He couldn't help but howl.

The noise was so loud that many people in the tent leaned over and watched the scene eagerly.

"This is for drinking in the army!"

"The second time, you are dissolute!" Victor whipped hard, not stopping at all, cursing, "The third time, you are dereliction of duty."

"You let two children stay outside on a rainy day, and you do this?"

"The Mexican people are all my relatives and friends. Are you bullying them? Or are you bullying me?!"

Snap!

"I dare not, general, I will never dare again." The major cried.

This whip really hurts.

The other two people next to him clenched their fists. They were afraid, lowered their heads, and their eyes were terrified.

"Do you remember the slogan of our team? You say it!" Victor pointed at the two of them and asked loudly.

"Everything..."

"Louder!"

"Everything for the country, everything for the people, fight for national freedom and liberation!" The two said in unison.

Victor went up and whipped each person.

"This is not a slogan, this must be deeply rooted in our ranks. Our army is to liberate the people who are abused by drugs. We are not oppressors. We come from the people and go to the people!"

In the rainy night.

Victor's angry roar resounded far away.

The resettled people heard it clearly. They looked at each other, some at a loss, some at a loss, and some... palpitations.

"Uncle... Uncle, stop beating." The little girl suddenly came over, grabbed Victor's clothes and whispered, "It will kill people."

"Humph!"

"You three retire on the spot, and the five over there will all be handed over to the military court for strict and quick handling."

All of them were whipped off.

The three people who were whipped were a little pitiful just now, but when they heard this, they didn't know whether to cry or laugh. At least they didn't have to go to jail.

If they go to the military court, there is an order from the supreme leader, and they will be imprisoned for at least two years, right?

Neglect of duty is serious, and it is also serious.

They should be thankful that they can hold their liquor well and sober up quickly.

The rain in the sky gradually became less.

Thunderstorms are like this...

Women's tempers are like that, they come quickly and go quickly.

Victor turned his head and looked at the faces of many civilians. They all leaned their heads out, and some people in the distance walked out and stood on tiptoe to watch.

Curious eyes looked over.

After all, he was now a high-ranking official in name, and would attract attention in any country.

"My fellow countrymen, if I hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have known that there was such a cancer in the team. If you encounter such soldiers who don't follow the rules in the future, you can go to the local army to complain. Soldiers who make mistakes should be punished more severely!"

"Drug dealers are rampant in the era of Popovich's pseudo-government, and the scenes of black police collecting protection fees everywhere will become a thing of the past!"

"There will be no slums in Mexico, and people will not be divided into different classes. You can also build this country, and no one can lie on your head and yell at you!"

His words immediately aroused emotions. If it was just empty talk, maybe no one would believe it, but just now he whipped several officials in public.

Grain Supervisor: What a familiar scene!

I'll borrow your head for use.

Victor needs to liberate the lower class people, and then use the population advantage to create the economy. These people in the slums are all good "workers". Of course, they will also receive the treatment they deserve, and it will not be low.

Let farmers also become value!

During Popovich's time, the control of northern radio communications was very strict. Victor was like a flood and a beast in their eyes, just like North and South Korea, looking at each other as stupid.

The crowd was quiet for a while...

I don't know where a shout came from, "Long live General Victor!!"

George Smiley was sharp-eyed and saw a "familiar" figure flashing in the distance. He looked at Casare next to him. Fatty Ka looked at him with a righteous face and nodded at him.

Victor was also a little excited, "Long live the people!"

Snap!

The accompanying National Palace staff took this photo.

It will be published in the "Workers' Party Newspaper" tomorrow.

The name has been thought of.

"Long live the people!"

These are all Victor's pens.

In the old words, it is a mouthpiece.

Some people say this is called beautification...

No, this is called the people are eager to hear Victor's voice. The flock of sheep in Mexico needs a wolf to lead them to the distance!

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