Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor's "television speech" is still useful.

The temptation of $1,000 is too great!

More than 10 people have taken the reward.

The corpses of the drug dealers were hung in the street with the words "matar al narcotraficante es inocente!" written in Spanish.

Even the TV station broadcasted Victor's speeches in the morning, noon and evening, stimulating people's thinking.

In this case, drug traffickers' revenge methods are becoming more and more cruel.

dawn.

When everyone is still asleep.

More than a dozen cars rushed into the Morelos neighborhood, and hundreds of drug dealers jumped out of them. They rushed into the mottled old residential area, kicked open the rooms, and threatened them to come out with weapons raised.

Get everyone to the clearing.

Others were just wearing underpants, shivering in the cold wind.

Vallentina hugged Santos vigorously and stood nervously in the crowd, constantly comforting her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

It started to rain lightly in the sky.

Chug tug tug—

The sound of gunshots frightened the people into screaming.

"Very good, it seems you still know what fear is, but! Some people have forgotten it, and we are happy to remind you that the policeman will not stay on Guadalupe Island for a long time, but we will always be there!" A drug dealer The leader raised his weapon and shouted.

"There is a price to pay for betrayal!"

"Ahhh! Help, spare me, spare me... I won't dare to do it again."

Suddenly, there were cries and shouts above their heads. Everyone looked up and saw two drug dealers holding down a man on the rooftop. The man was holding an iron rod and begging for mercy.

While his family stood to one side shivering.

"Crittens." Santos saw his little friend, whose face was covered with tears.

The drug dealer might have been a little annoyed, so he lifted him up forcefully, and then threw him down from the rooftop. A scream could still be heard in the air.

puff…

Have you ever seen a watermelon burst open?

Vallentina covered Santos' eyes, but the latter opened them and stared at the body.

The drug dealer leader looked at the frightened and timid eyes of the people and was obviously satisfied, "You guys know why this is? This is revenge, a warning from the gentlemen of Reclusos e confinamiento (confinement prisoners)!"

He waved his hand as he spoke.

The rest of the people on the rooftop were thrown off by the drug dealers.

"No, no, no! I don't want to die yet!"

"Sir, let us go! Please!"

Santos's arm was tightly held by his mother, and he said in the voice of only two people, "Anger can't change the fact that you are weak, Santos, you have to learn to be patient!"

He could only watch helplessly as his friend was thrown down and turned into a pulp.

The drug dealer left. Before leaving, he opened the car window and shouted, "Whoever collects the body for them, I will kill the next one."

Even after the car drove far away, it seemed as if there was still a stone pressing on everyone's head, and everyone's expressions were solemn.

"From now on, let's stay away from those policemen..." An old man with a beard stood up and spoke.

He obviously had quite a presence on the block.

Many people agreed, and some complained, "Surely, these police can't bring any good things. Kill drug dealers? Have they finished killing drug dealers? They just sat in the office, then took off their pants and pointed their buttocks at the microphone. , not a word is worth believing.”

“Without the police station and government, wouldn’t the security here be bad?”

"I think so. Our lives can go on without the police. But when they come, we can't live on."

The adults around me were talking to each other.

"Not at all!"

Santos broke away from Valentina's hand, stood up and shouted, "Drugs are a danger to the entire society, Mr. Victor and the others are representing justice!"

"What's the use of justice? We just want to live, Santos, where is the policeman, where is he now?"

"Yes, don't speak for them either, or the drug dealers will kill you."

"The Mexican government doesn't care about drugs. What does a police officer care about..."

Santos listened to their words and shouted at the top of his lungs, "You weaklings!"

"Then why didn't you stand up just now? Are you afraid of death?" Someone retorted, "You are just like us. You have no effect except shouting."

Several children older than him surrounded him and scolded him constantly.

What people dislike most is someone refuting them, even if they know they are wrong.

Santos pushed away the crowd, "No, Mr. Victor can't be wrong!"

As he said this, he ran away. Vallentina called to him quickly, but she couldn't catch up.

The rain fell harder and harder, and the ground was instantly covered with mud.

Santos fell down, got up, and ran directly to the police station. The police officer standing outside the cordon saw him and wanted to say hello, but he could only see his back.

He ran to the hall in one breath.

"Hey, Santos, what's wrong with you?" a familiar police officer joked.

"Where's Mr. Victor?"

"Isn't this our reserve police officer? Why did you forget to bring an umbrella when you went out?" Victor joked as he walked downstairs with a smile. Santos immediately pounced on him, not sure if it was snot or tears on his face.

"Crittens is dead. He was my best friend. His whole family was thrown from a building by drug dealers. They also warned us that we are not allowed to help the police or they will kill us. Many people are scared..."

Santos cried and recounted what had happened.

Victor knelt down and wiped his tears, "Perhaps on the road to pursuing the truth, we all find that we have to accept some unfairness, endure hardships we should not bear, and experience unreasonable setbacks, but we must bite the bullet Ya Guan, keep fighting!”

"Officer Santos, I will teach you the first principle today."

Victor stood up, and the other police officers held their breath, "Don't hide your anger in your chest when we have absolute firepower. All we have to do is turn on the safety and kill them!"

"Forgiveness is God's business, all we have to do is send them to see God!"

"Casare, bring our new guy, Kennedy brings 60 people fully armed, let's go blow up those bastards!"

Santos looked up.

Victor wiped his face with his hands and turned towards the door.

"Gentlemen, let them understand the consequences of offending me, Victor!"

Santos ran out and saw police officers wearing hoods lifting off the plastic awnings on the back pockets of several pickup trucks parked nearby.

"what is that?"

"The Type 64 120mm mortar is equipped with high-explosive bombs. The director plans to blow up the entire drug trafficking group." A police officer beside him sighed.

Although Santos didn't know what the model number meant, he understood the numbers.

120mm?

Isn’t the bigger the number, the more powerful it is?

The concept of caliber began to appear in my little mind.

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