Working as a police officer in Mexico

The day after the "Five Continent Alliance" issued a joint televised speech.

at a press conference in Tijuana.

Casare, who works part-time as a foreign press spokesman, took out a tube in front of all reporters, and there was a lot of white powder in it.

He looked solemn, "Our undercover agent from the Drug Enforcement Administration discovered a large number of drug dealers' laboratories outside Sonora. This is the evidence he obtained from it at the risk of death. It has been professionally identified as a new type of drug!"

"We suspect that drug traffickers in Sonora are at risk of expanding their scale. Therefore, the Drug Enforcement Administration commissioned the Baja California Anti-drug Force to conduct a crackdown on drugs in Sonora!"

Casare held a test tube in his left hand and a document signed by the Drug Enforcement Administration in his right hand. In the lower right corner it read, Director: Victor!

"Our state has decided to dispatch 600 people. We hope Sonora State will send anti-drug troops to work with us and crack down on drug dealers in three days!"

Good guy, people are already against you, but you still want them to cooperate with you?

You really want to eat shit, but this is just a name. It is nothing more than telling you that Uncle Victor’s army is coming. If you stand in front, I will kill you.

"Sir, can you let us see what's in that test tube? Why does it... look like washing powder?" A male reporter suddenly raised his hand and raised an objection.

Casare didn't panic at all. He had already learned how to tell lies with his eyes open. His face was expressionless, "How is that possible!"

"We at the Drug Enforcement Administration are absolutely rigorous in our work. It is impossible for this kind of thing to happen. Please respect our profession, sir."

The male reporter hesitated for a moment and saw the police officer standing next to him looking at him with an unkind look. He knew that a person who knows current affairs is a hero, so he sat down.

Kasare nodded with satisfaction.

"Excuse me, fellow journalists, do you have any questions?"

The reporters looked at each other and all lowered their heads and pretended to be dead.

"Thank you. By the way, please help us ask Mr. Governor of Sonora State, is he willing to stand with the anti-drug forces? Or with the drug dealers."

This is very important, as it will determine whether the cannonball will fall into the opponent's official residence.

Be sure to say that you plan to side with the drug dealers.

Because Uncle Victor has long been unhappy with you!

Casare took the documents and left with a big belly. He has been eating better recently and has more oil and water.

After he left, the press officer stood up and showed a fake smile, "Thank you very much, we have arranged snacks in the cafeteria, please help yourself."

The reporters stood up one after another, and some familiar people leaned over and muttered.

"Isn't this just...a fake trick to deceive people? It's definitely washing powder, and it's cheaper than what I bought!" the male reporter just said angrily.

"Shhhhhh!"

The colleague next to him quickly told him to shut up, "Stop talking. You can't touch Victor's bottom line with your head. He has killed so many drug dealers in Mexico. When the time comes, I will stuff you in. One more is not too much." One less is more, and your mother only has one son."

Although the male reporter was indignant, he immediately shut up after hearing this.

At this time, Victor, who was in the office, was smoking a cigarette and watching the reporters leave. Casare knocked on the door and came in, "Boss, this smoke bomb was thrown out."

"Then we will implement the plan according to the plan. At 11 o'clock tonight, 2,000 police officers will be dispatched to carry out an anti-drug operation in Sonora State, codenamed: "Baja California Blade"," Victor said with a serious expression, "Destroying the resistance of drug dealers in one fell swoop. "

In this office of less than 20 square meters.

What is being spread is that Victor has absolutely zero tolerance for Mexico's anti-drug cause, which represents that the anti-drug cause is in Victor, Mexico's cause is in Victor, and the greatest cause of mankind is also in Victor. (Full marks! Graduation!)

Casare gave a rare and serious military salute, then turned around to pass on the order.

Victor turned and looked at the map hanging on the wall.

Just get through Sonora.

If you advance, you can go south to capture the dragon; if you retreat, you can defend California in the north.

We will extend the war against drug traffickers beyond Baja California, and then vigorously develop the internal economy and lay a solid foundation.

Just as he was thinking carefully, the phone on the table rang. He turned his head and frowned, walked over and picked up the phone.

"Victor, I need your help!" Opposite was the DEA's spokesperson in Mexico: Jonathan Panier, his tone was a bit gloomy.

"The CIA felt that we were disturbing their intelligence structure in Mexico regarding the Mexican consortium, so they blocked me and my employees in the office building."

Victor raised his brows and smiled calmly, "Are they selling drugs in the consortium? Mr. Jonathan."

"certainly!"

The DEA money is already in hand, how can you spit it out? Those consortium talkers are not drug dealers, you are drug dealers too!

Moreover, the butt itself is not clean.

"That's good, CIA? Baja California isn't their place yet."

After hanging up the phone, Victor pressed the other white phone and said, "EDM third column, ABCD group set off immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" came a reply from the other side.

Victor put on his police uniform and a hat. He went out to work. If he didn’t wear a helmet, he had to wear a hat!

When he came down from upstairs, he saw a troop of about 40 people standing below the security department.

They are all customized by Victor's "Hope Group" and are all black. They are equipped with HK MP5A3 submachine guns, L96A1 sniper rifles and a small amount of AR15 series automatic rifles and Remington M870 pump-action shotguns!

This group of people is the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency Counter-Terrorism Team", referred to as "NTMD", selected by Victor from the EDM and Terrorist Mobile Team (TDTV).

The total number of people is only 120.

The weapons equipped are more suitable for street fighting than front-line troops.

Mainly to deal with sudden terrorist attacks and beheading operations targeting certain specific people in the city.

The commander is a man named: Marcus Phoenix!

He was also a veteran at the same time as Kennedy and the others.

"gentlemen!"

Victor was very satisfied with their mental state, "Let's go, I received a distress signal from the DEA. A group of unknown armed men surrounded their building. All you have to do is kill them!"

"This is the first battle of your establishment, don't let me down."

The anti-terrorist team fights the CIA in the first battle!

It’s so exciting just thinking about it.

The "Mexican Anti-Drug Agency Anti-Terrorism Team" is equipped with a modified Ford bulletproof personnel carrier, which is nearly 3 meters high, about 6 meters long, and has a total weight of 6 tons. The chassis can withstand TNT explosives and can seat 12 people!

This can be called an armored vehicle.

Four cars drove toward the gate aggressively.

This scene was also photographed by a reporter who was dining in the cafeteria, and it became the first time the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency's Anti-Terrorism Team" appeared.

Because the DEA cooperated closely with Victor, it moved its Mexican branch to Tijuana, a four-story building about 7 kilometers away from the security department.

The breathing in the car was very gentle. All of them were veterans. They had never seen anything like this before. The police officers were quietly making final adjustments.

"Zizzizi~"

A voice came from the communication headset, "When we arrived at our destination, we found four cars blocking the door, with people sitting inside, and the DEA door was closed."

"Crash over and fire freely!" Marcus Phoenix said while holding down the headset.

"clear!"

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"Jonathan Panier! Get out of here. Do you think you can hide inside? Do you believe I blew up your door?"

Aquino Johnson was furious, holding a phone in his hand, cursing at the DEA head on the other end, and kicked the door.

As the head of the Mexican branch, he was very unhappy with the death of Tulio Walters. People from the DEA and CIA went to see Victor, and then my man died. You are still alive and well.

And most importantly...being shot to death by Quintero in Victor's office building?

How shameless are you?

Even more shameless than our CIA!

CNMD!

We invented shooting three times in the back and committing suicide.

The most important thing is that the DEA actually moved the CIA's consortium puppets, which caused Aquino Johnson, the spokesperson of the Mexican branch, to be criticized many times by the headquarters.

In the assessment in North America, they were at the bottom. Now all their interests were lost, and they were robbed by the DEA. They couldn't live up to their reputation or reputation, so after returning from the Langley headquarters in Virginia, USA, they took the points with them. Department employees rushed to the DEA door to curse.

When the time comes, let’s fight and see who has the stronger fist!

But he has been scolding you for more than half an hour. The door of the other party is closed, and he does not hang up the phone, just listening to you scolding quietly.

"Jonatan! You bastard from the south!" Aquino Johansen cursed these words when his head got hot.

As we all know, the Civil War did not abolish the confrontation between the North and the South in the United States, but sometimes intensified it.

This should be the map cannon.

After hearing this, Jonathan finally spoke, "Aquino Johnson, are you wearing a body armor?"

? ? ?

He was startled, but then he heard a violent collision. He turned around and saw a black "land beast" hitting the side of the car at the door and pushing the car towards him. .

Aquino Johansen grabbed the door with great agility, rolled his belly, and dodged away. However, the pushing car still knocked open the iron door, and he fell to the ground.

The driver in the car screamed loudly and pressed the horn hard.

"Hey! What are you doing!" An employee rolled up his sleeves and yelled. The door banged open, and a man wearing a mask jumped out of the car, with a cross painted on it and a skull hanging upside down.

The man was holding an MP5 and shooting at CIA employees.

The bullet penetrated the opponent's body, and blood spattered all over the sky.

Aquino Johnson stared at this scene and shouted, "Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Don't think that agents are awesome, can they still become saints physically?

He will die in just a few strokes!

It’s just that they are experienced. They lay down behind the car as a cover and pulled out their pistols to fight back. But your caliber is so thin, they use MP5!

The "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency Anti-Terrorism Team" cooperated very well and maintained fire suppression, which made the CIA unable to lift its head.

Marcus Phoenix took out a buckshot from his tactical vest, stuffed it into the M79 grenade launcher, and fired it at the CIA hiding behind the car!

This buckshot will make military fans' blood pressure soar when they see it. It contains multiple large round lead bullets, which are usually used in shotguns, but if you use a rifle grenade, the caliber stuffed inside is 40 mm!

Who knows how many steel balls are inside?

bong!

It hit the car, and all the windows on the front, rear, left and right sunroofs exploded.

"Ahhh!" the CIA employee hiding behind the car screamed, covering his abdomen.

So... cruel!

Aquino Johansen looked around in panic. Suddenly, he thought of what Jonathan had just said. He turned back suddenly and saw several heads looking out of the windows on the third floor. He...saw the other person!

Jonathan's bald head was reflective, and he was smoking a cigarette. He smiled and waved towards him, saying to his lips, "Bye!"

Aquino Johnson's pupils shrank, and he turned around to see a "skeleton soldier" standing behind him, scanning the MP5 in his hand.

The bullet went through the head.

He stared, and his last thought before he died was: Damn, I'm here to ask for an explanation! !

CIA Mexico branch...employee killed in action!

After the counter-terrorism team finished shooting at the corpse, they quickly evacuated. When Marcus Phoenix closed the door, he even threw a grenade!

Bang~

It rolled on the ground, rolled under the car, exploded with a loud bang, and exploded in series, turning the door of the DEA into a scene of fire.

Jonatan looked at the "Land Beast" retreating and said to the stunned DEA agent watching beside him, "Call the fire alarm."

The other party nodded hurriedly, and when he ran out, his steps were slipping.

Damn it!

It didn't take more than three minutes to suppress the CIA.

It’s over, the DEA is going to fight the CIA overseas again!

In fact, he didn't see that Jonathan's hands were shaking.

"Farke!"

The fire alarm came quickly and put out the fire directly. Looking at the CIA employees who were burned to charcoal, the people from the Drug Enforcement Administration looked at each other and finally looked at the boss.

"Hey, Mexican drug dealers are really too arrogant."

Jonathan was very angry, "These people came from the neighboring state of Sonora, and we fully support Victor's military action!"

"???"

"Do you understand?"

The Drug Enforcement Administration agents looked at each other and stood at attention quickly, "Yes! Sir!"

Victor must have a private deal with Jonatan. You see, there is no real reason to attack Sonora State now.

The DEA will endorse it!

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Colombia. Santa Fe Bogotá!

A flight from Mexico City docked at the terminal.

"Thank you, Mr. Victor. It was a pleasure chatting with you." The girl smiled and took the suitcase from the man's hand. She raised her head and looked at the handsome man in front of her. She felt her heart beat for the first time after four or five years of marriage.

Humorous, funny, and a little romantic.

Like a prodigal son chasing freedom.

She hesitated for a moment, handed over the prepared note, and said softly, "Here is my phone number, you can call me at any time."

After saying that, he grabbed his suitcase and got off the plane, looking back three times before leaving.

Ethan Hunter smiled and waved to her. When he got off the plane and passed by the stewardess, she said to him politely, "I wish you a wonderful journey, Mr. Victor."

"Thanks."

He is now an excellent businessman flying first class, his name is: Victor Hunter!

When you come out to hang out, who will use your famous name?

Anyway, people will only scold Victor!

Well, people named Victor have no quality, and anyone who forces people to work overtime is an asshole!

After getting off the plane, he found the trash can, tore up the note the woman handed him, and threw it into the trash can.

The first rule of agents: Try not to meet a person for the second time in a short period of time, including women. Women are more careful than men.

Ethan Hunt walked out of the airport carrying a black bag. Yellow taxis were lined up neatly on the opposite road. He crossed the railing in a dashing way, looked left and right, and ran over quickly.

"Wow! So cool!"

A male backpacker behind him saw Ethan Hunter's cool movements, his eyes lit up, and he imitated his posture and held down the railing before preparing to climb over.

But he obviously overestimated his weight...

beng!

It was a slap in the face, and the people in line screamed.

His companions hurriedly helped him up, scolding and laughing at him.

Ethan Hunter glanced at the taxi and sat directly in the middle one, "Go to St. Francis Church."

The driver raised his head and glanced at him through the reflector, started the vehicle, and drove slowly. Ethan Hunter looked outside like a tourist.

After bypassing a traffic light and entering a city tunnel, the signal here is not very good, and it is very dark, and you even need to turn on the lights.

"The things are in the toilet sink at the end of the church toilet." The driver suddenly said.

Ethan Hunter didn't turn his head and pretended he didn't hear anything. After the vehicle exited the tunnel, the two of them didn't speak again. When they arrived at the destination, after handing over the money, they were carrying their bags like an ordinary tourist. He turned around first. He walked around in circles and slowly walked into the toilet.

I pulled the door of the innermost compartment. It was good if no one was pooping. I walked in and locked the door. Then I took out a waterproof bag from the toilet sink. There was a piece of paper inside. After unfolding it, I could see the top It reads:

July 27, Colombia’s new judicial department building!

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