Working as a police officer in Mexico

Of course, Kwaukmot would not sit still and wait for death.

Isn’t political quarrel just a quarrel?

He was completely full of fighting spirit. In a motel in San Luis Potosi, Cuaucomote was interviewed by "Mexican Television".

Two secret service bodyguards stood at the door.

One meter away from him, there were people sitting and staring at the reporter.

The female reporter moved her hips and crossed her feet to avoid having sex, but her breasts were really big!

Do women in Latin America only eat coconuts?

"Mr. Cuauquemot, Mr. Carlos said that you were disrupting Mexico and expelled you and Mr. Victor as Mexican citizens. What do you think?"

"Who is he? What qualifications does he have? Or what does he represent! Victor and I are fully promoting the anti-drug cause in Mexico, and he is pulling our backs from behind. This behavior is a shameful betrayal!"

Kwaukemot's words were very unkind.

"Moreover, we have evidence that he has a deep intersection of interests with the Guadalajara drug cartel." He said and glanced at the bodyguard next to him, who took out a radio.

"This is a statement the DEA gave us after arresting Quintero. You can listen to it."

Zizzi~

The radio made a breathing sound.

A male voice asked, "What's your name?"

"Raphael Carlo Quintero!" answered a weak voice.

"What is your position within the Guadalajara Group?"

"I'm in charge of scientific research."

"Do you have a protective umbrella in Mexico? Who else is your backer besides Defense Minister Jaraki?"

Quintero was quiet for a moment, "Carlos Salinas, their family has shares in our place, and I also gave them 30 million U.S. dollars for my escape. I have a ledger that records this amount of money." clear."

"We helped him kill his election opponent, and he promised us that we would not be wanted. I also have a recording of this."

"We have all these evidences." Kwaukmot took out another account book and an audio tape, "I can't believe that the head of a country would collude with drug traffickers!"

"He has no qualifications or ability to criticize Victor and I from the commanding heights. I also call on all troops to exercise restraint and never become Mexico's sinner."

"We are on the right path!" Kwaukemot said loudly.

The female reporter nodded and listened to what he said.

After the interview was over, she smiled and said, "Sir, can I take these two things with me?"

Quaukmot was startled, "I'm very sorry, I'm afraid this won't work."

The female reporter sounded slightly disappointed, "I understand. Can you take a photo?"

He didn't refuse this. He stood up and leaned over, looking down at his feet.

"Sir! Be careful!"

Suddenly, the agent behind him shouted and grabbed Quaukmot and pulled him back. The latter raised his head and saw the female reporter pulling out an NAA 22 Short pocket pistol from under the microphone!

This thing is fucking stuck inside the microphone.

The total length is no more than 10 centimeters.

Shoot Cuaukmote!

The agent who followed closely blocked the muzzle of the gun with his back.

The agent at the door heard the gunfire and rushed in. He immediately controlled the woman, smashed half of her face with one punch, stuffed his fingers into her mouth, and pulled out a capsule from under her tongue.

MD!

What era are we in, and there are still such dead warriors?

But it seems that there are quite a lot of them. Didn’t someone commit suicide during the "Flight 858 crash"?

It's only a few years away from now.

Kwaukmot hurriedly supported the agent and nervously asked him if he was okay, "Quickly, take him to the hospital!"

He stood in front of the female reporter, frowning, "Why do you want to kill me?"

"There are many people who want you dead. You and Victor will both die because you touched the cake that you shouldn't touch." The female reporter raised her head and stared at him.

Kwaukmot was silent for a moment, "The anti-drug path we have chosen is absolutely correct!"

What is wrong is Mexico, and what is wrong is the moral values ​​of Latin America as a whole.

"Then bring them back! If they can't come back, violence is the best way."

When Victor received the news that Quaukmotte had been assassinated, he broke out in a cold sweat. If this old man was going to die, then he would really have no choice but to be a rebel.

"We must find out that woman. Even if the asshole is beaten, we have to find out who she is!" He hung up the phone gloomily and opened the drawer. There were a box of cigarettes and a box of chewing gum inside.

He pondered for a moment, chose a cigarette, and held it in his mouth, "It's time to give the big shot a little violent shock!"

…

"Hurry up!"

There were chaotic footsteps outside the city barracks of the 17th Mexican Battalion in Tijuana. The sentry at the door was dozing off. When he saw the gun muzzles outside, he suddenly felt chills all over!

Before he could react, an armored vehicle drove straight ahead and crashed into the camp, and the sentry was dragged to a Humvee by two police officers.

"Where's your chief?" Kennedy asked, sitting in the passenger seat.

The sentry saw so many people looking at him, and his teeth were chattering, "Sir, he took people to help drug dealers yesterday, and he hasn't come back yet."

"??"

Kennedy and Zolf Sherman, who was sitting in the back, looked at each other, and both were silent for a long time.

Okay...

The local garrison actually went to help drug traffickers fight against the anti-drug forces.

Not back?

Then there should be no way to come back.

"How many people are left in the military camp? Why didn't I take you with me?"

"23 people, all old, weak, sick and disabled. I have a leg injury, so..." The sentry quickly opened his trouser legs and saw gauze tied on them.

Kennedy looked at him and nodded slightly, "You are really lucky."

"From now on, we take over this military camp. Is there any problem?"

The sentry is a person who understands current affairs. In fact, he did not say that the leg was intentionally injured by hitting the wall with his knee. He did not want to seek refuge with drug dealers. The most important thing is that he pays more attention to military news.

Victor Na Narcotics Force…

It is said that small-caliber cannons will be completely eliminated and 122mm cannons will be used uniformly. Is this possible? So when one shot comes out, it can't be "various"?

He also advised other comrades.

But the drug dealer came directly with the money last night. When they saw the colorful US dollars, the commander and his comrades took off their military uniforms and put on the drug dealer's clothes.

Um…

He walked peacefully.

"Of course, I...I will open the officer's office for you." The sentry knew the general trend and was busy showing his courtesy.

The police force moved in directly.

While the police officers were cooking, the soldiers huddled up and sat quietly, watching and salivating.

"Call them over here." When Kennedy saw this scene, he frowned and said to the adjutant. The latter went over and called them, and a group of soldiers followed behind them fearfully.

"Go get something to eat."

The soldiers were stunned for a moment. After recovering, they got busy and bowed to express their thanks.

"Wait a minute." Kennedy called to the lame sentry and frowned, "Why do you look so miserable? Where's the food?"

"No, we in the 17th Battalion take care of our own food."

This confused Kennedy, who changed his position and said, "I remember that the Mexican army is in charge of food."

"The 17th Battalion doesn't care. The commander asked his mother to cook. We have to pay for a meal." The sentry laughed sarcastically. "I have a big appetite, and sometimes I have to pay to be a soldier."

This really shocked the surrounding police officers who heard this!

The Mexican military is notoriously corrupt.

In 1976, there was still a joint anti-drug campaign between the United States and Mexico. At that time, the United States knew that the Mexican army was unreliable and did not need them to do anything particularly powerful. You just went to defend the surrounding area.

U.S. special forces went in to sweep.

Drug dealers run away!

The Mexican army on the periphery blatantly collected money, 100 US dollars per person, and even sold military vehicles to drug dealers when their cars ran out of gas.

It simply shattered my three views!

Of course, this does not mean that there are no soldiers fighting drugs, there are, but most of them are excluded. Victor's police force has absorbed many soldiers from other states.

Simply...

The outrageous mother opened the door for outrageousness - outrageous enough.

This army is too fucking bad.

Compared with drug dealers in Latin America, criminals in Gotham City are considered to have good security.

If it were Boss Victor, he would never be like this.

"Eat, eat more, there is still enough food."

The sentry nodded, then carefully raised his head and looked around, "Sir, are you still recruiting people for your anti-drug force?"

"Aren't you afraid of drug dealers?"

"I'm afraid, but... I want to fill my stomach. I don't know any other skills except being a soldier."

Kennedy was silent for a moment, "Don't worry, Director Victor will make arrangements for you guys."

The sentry happily ran to scoop up the rice.

"We are in Mexico now, not Africa." Kennedy looked at Zolf Sherman, who thought for a moment, "This proves the greatness of Mr. Victor."

"A road full of hardships will definitely bring more conflicts, but it will also benefit more people!"

“When the wild flowers bloom all over the field, our names don’t need to be remembered, Mexico will always remember them!”

…

Mexico City.

It was pouring rain.

Razor can still be seen faintly in the sky.

Harris stood quietly in a raincoat, with about 30 prison guards standing in front of him, and the air was a bit depressing!

When Victor left the Plateau Prison, he had a secret chat with him.

I hope he can form a "special force!" Many of them are buddies he recruited from the old army, and some are newly recruited prison guards. However, during the political review process, it was discovered that they have a blood feud with drug dealers. .

Harris pulled them into the team and provided them with delicious food and drinks. They were not even required to do such tasks as standing guard, patrolling, and caring for prisoners.

Just go out and kill a drug dealer every night!

Just take it as a sign of honor!

"Gentlemen!"

Harris raised his voice, and the rainwater penetrated his mouth, "The time has come when Mexico needs us!"

He held everyone's gaze.

"You know what we are going to do, we are going to do something that is destined to be unrecognized, but... our choice is right!"

"When it succeeds! The dandelions blooming in Mexico will tell the whole country about our deeds, for Mexico to be free from drugs! For Mexico to be free!"

"Please God bless us."

Harris swallowed, "Let's go!"

Thirty people jumped into four prepared ambulances and left the prison on a rainy night. The medical alarm sounded and they rushed towards the official residence.

To prevent exposure, the lights in the car were turned off.

If you have a careful mind, you will definitely be able to spot the clues, but on this rainy day, there are no people on the road. In addition, the situation has not been right these two days, so many people do not go out.

The ambulance pulled them in four directions to the presidential palace.

June 13, 1990, 23:07 at night!

rush!

The car door was opened, and the prison guards armed with weapons attacked the official residence!

Look like…

It was a rainy night on February 26, 1936.

Time is passing, but nothing seems to have changed.

Boom! !

A loud thunder.

"Ah!" Carlos suddenly woke up from his sleep. He stared and was covered in sweat. His wife beside him quickly turned on the light and stroked his back, "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"

He didn't answer, put on his slippers, picked up the mineral water on the table and drank a bottle of it. Only then did his surging heart calm down.

But just as he sat on the chair, he heard a clear gunshot.

Then...there were also panicked inquiries: "Who!"

Suddenly gunfire broke out.

This scared Carlos.

"Dong dong dong~" There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, someone is attacking the official residence outside. We will escort you away!" came the anxious words of the guard.

Carlos hurriedly opened the door in his pajamas, and saw the guard all wet, "What's going on?"

"Unknown armed men attacked the official residence, killing and injuring many people. The guards at the door cannot stop them. Please leave quickly!"

Carlos panicked and said to his wife, who was also stunned, "Let's go!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" the wife shouted, opening the bottom drawer of the cabinet. There was a lot of gold in it, and there were also packed drugs next to it?

"Can...can I take another breath?"

Carlos looked at his wife's pleading eyes and listened to the gunshots approaching outside. He rushed over angrily and slapped her, "Suck! Suck! Suck! It's already been. Run, run out and I'll buy it for you again." ”

This junkie thing…

Experienced people know that they can also get on top if they are stimulated.

His wife was instantly addicted, and she got up tremblingly. Her desire for life defeated her drug addiction in a short time, and she followed Carlos.

There were still a few guards standing outside to protect the couple and they planned to take refuge, but they still overestimated the resistance of the guards outside.

As he walked around the residential area, he happened to bump into the prison guards who rushed in.

A firefight broke out between the two sides.

"Ahhh!" Carlos' wife shouted, but she didn't even have time to dodge. A bullet entered her mouth, came out from the back of her head, and penetrated directly!

Now...I can't smoke anymore.

Carlos was lying on the edge of the steps, the downpour soaking him like water.

collapse!

Another thunder.

He raised his head, and when the rain got into his eyes, he saw several figures walking towards him. He was so frightened that he fell into the rain in a panic.

"Carlos!"

"You...should be judged!"

…