Working as a police officer in Mexico

July 27, Colombia’s new judicial department building! ?

Ethan Hunter's eyes shrank.

Could this be the meeting place of the so-called "North American Drug Trafficking Association"?

jump jump jump…

At this moment, someone outside knocked on the door violently and shouted, "Hey, are you okay? Asshole!"

Colombians are not polite at all.

Phew~

The people outside obviously had noisy stomachs, and they farted directly. The smell was so overwhelming that Ethan Hunt almost vomited it out.

"Bai... Idiot~ Hello~ Are you okay?" The voice of the man outside was trembling, even with a vibrato.

Ethan Hunter was not in a hurry. When dealing with rude people, he had to put aside the need to help others. He held a cigarette in his mouth, lit the note with a lighter, and then used the latter to light the cigarette.

Throw it into the toilet, press flush, and watch the paper disappear after a few swirls.

"Quick! Come out! Get out!" The people outside heard the sound of flushing water and shouted excitedly. They pulled the door open, but it couldn't be pulled open at all.

"Don't worry, have a cigarette."

It was quiet outside for a while, and then he became obviously very angry, yelling and swearing, and even holding his feet in his hands, causing the whole cubicle to sway.

Ethan Hunter was not in a hurry at all, but at this moment, the man next to him obviously couldn't stand it any longer. He opened the door, and the man slapped him angrily?

It must be that I heard a sound.

"It's so slow to poop, don't you know how to do it faster? Get out!"

The person who was beaten was obviously aggrieved and shouted to call the police.

"Call the police? I'm from the Medellin Group! You call the police and see if the police dare to arrest me." The man shouted.

When the other party heard the word Medellin, they immediately stopped.

Ethan Hunter's eyes lit up, he opened the door and walked out. The Medellin member heard the sound and shouted: "Don't leave, you bastard, wait until I come out!"

"Are you a drug dealer, sir?" Ethan Hunt said as he knocked on the door.

"Nonsense! Is Medellin, Colombia still a charity? Is it still a place where your mother sells Y?"

"That's good."

Ethan Hunt opened the black bag he carried with him, took out an M18 grenade from it, pulled the fuse, threw it backhand, and threw it directly into the compartment. He walked away quickly with a cigarette in his mouth.

The drug dealer who was taking a dump inside heard no reply from outside and thought the other person was scared. Just when he was about to continue his fight, he suddenly felt something hit him behind his back. When he turned his head, he saw a grenade smoking behind his butt.

My mind goes blank...

boom! ! !

The toilet exploded.

The drug dealer wasn't even wearing any pants. He was lying in a pool of blood. His butt... his butt hurt so much.

Tourists who heard the explosion outside were also frightened and ran away screaming in panic.

Ethan Hunt was a gentleman and washed his hands in the sink outside.

Always wash your hands when going to the toilet.

This is elegance!

He glanced in the mirror, then picked up his bag and walked away along with the flow of people.

U.S. time. July 7, 1990.

Cambra Valley in Baja California and Sonora.

This place was originally occupied by drug traffickers, but after Victor "reconquered" it under the banner of revenge, he did not withdraw the police, but instead increased the number of troops and built a temporary apron here.

The commander in charge of Operation Baja California Knives was Kennedy Heisenberg.

As a general under Victor, this guy will be promoted sooner or later.

"Katyusha enters the designated position!"

"7.7 kilometers away from target!"

A police officer shouted loudly.

Um…

The name "police consultant" was also invented by Victor, which means to assist the police chief in directing the dispatch of frontline police officers.

Kennedy squinted and looked at his watch.

23:30.

“Bombard the drug traffickers’ camp across the Corona River!”

The police staff officer conveyed his order through the communication tool, "Bombard the drug traffickers' camp on the other side of the Corona River!"

…

"put!!!"

On a position on the south side of the Corona River, 30 Katyushas were deployed side by side and fired at the target on the opposite side.

Half of this river is in the United States and half is in Mexico. Cannonballs must not fall across it, otherwise it will really become a dispute.

Nearly 500 rockets lit up the sky!

Almost half of the banks of the Corona River were illuminated like daylight.

On the other side of the river, there is a small village, no, it should be said to be a town, but this town is actually a sales point for drug dealers.

How close is this to the United States?

Even if you take a shit, your smell will wash over you.

Therefore, many American drug dealers, brokers, mercenaries, or people engaged in illegal activities will gather here, forming a "black market."

Of course I wasn't sleeping at this point, and many people were still having fun.

There are brothels, casinos, and the Colosseum.

A drug dealer who had lost all his money and was a bit high was holding a cigarette in his mouth and was about to come out to drink some water. As soon as he walked out of the door, the sky lit up. He was startled, it... it would be dawn so soon?

He raised his head blankly, and then his eyes suddenly widened!

"Rockets... Rockets!!!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, and of course he was not the only one to see it. The whole town was filled with crazy shouting, and some people ran away with their pants up.

But the rocket hit directly.

boom!

Sparks shot into the sky...

Can nearly 500 rockets level the town? I don’t know this, but it can be a “painless” abortion.

And after being covered by artillery fire.

On the Corona River in Lower California, Zolph Sherman was followed by thousands of police officers, six in a group, carrying assault boats.

When he saw the artillery fire on the other side of the coast.

He raised his hand and shouted: "Go to Sonora! Eliminate drug dealers! Gentlemen, for freedom! For peace! For new life! Charge!!"

"Charge!!" the police behind him shouted.

A group of people rushed to the river, waded into the sea, put the assault boat into the sea, pulled the engine, and rushed to the other side.

The Corona River is about 2.5 meters deep and more than 200 meters wide. It is said that there are crocodiles in it. In order to prevent the assault boat from being overweight, Zolph Sherman directly abandoned unnecessary equipment.

Each person carried a rifle, 120 rounds of bullets, and two grenades to launch a simple version of "forced crossing".

Only a few people carried RPGs!

There were no defenders on the other side, because didn't you say in the news media that the attack would be launched in three days?

Who knew that the raid was launched that night? This is simply unethical!

Didn't your mother tell you to keep your word when she gave birth to you?

Except for a few unlucky ones that capsized, most of the troops rushed directly to the shore, jumped off the assault boats, and rushed towards the covered town.

The background music of "Mom's Words" should be played here at this time!

No one worships war, but heroes are fighting for freedom with war!

"Long live!!"

"Long live Victor!"

"Long live Mexico!"

The police shouted noisy slogans and charged.

The "Katyushas" behind were also powerful. After one round, another round!

Zolf Sherman raised his head, looked at the few flares in the sky, and listened to the roars of the police officers in his ears. His adrenaline suddenly surged, and he was a little overwhelmed. He shouted in a voice that he couldn't understand and rushed forward.

No matter when fighting, you have to rely on courage!

Ta-ta-ta... Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

There is actually a bunker outside the town? It didn't blow up. There were drug dealers hiding inside. Seeing the dense crowds of people running up, the heavy machine gun fired directly.

The police officer running in the front was immediately knocked down.

This is a Breda 37 heavy machine gun of the Italian army in World War II!

Zolf Sherman lay on the ground, watching the police officer who fell to the ground not far away spitting blood and reaching out to him, shouting for help, with hope in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and as soon as his fingers touched, he saw the other party's head "pop" and exploded!

Liquid mixed with various flavors splashed into Zolf Sherman's mouth. He looked at the headless corpse, and a burst of anger rushed to his head!

"Bazooka! Where's the bazooka!"

"Swish~"

Before he finished speaking, a rocket behind him rushed towards the bunker.

Boom!

I'll blow you up directly. Zolf Sherman growled, clapped his hands, and rushed over with his gun. When he saw that there were about 2 meters left, he slid diagonally and went directly into the bunker from the blown hole.

He was a police officer, holding an MP5 submachine gun in his hand, shooting at the drug dealer who fell to the ground. The bunker was actually connected to a passage that led directly to the town.

Zolf Sherman's guards also followed him, and the two of them rushed into the passage with guns. The passage was a bit high, nearly 1.9 meters, and very wide.

The two rushed a bit fiercely. At a corner of the passage, Zolf Sherman "jumped" and bumped into someone. He sat on the ground with stars in his eyes, shook his head hurriedly, and looked closely.

He saw four drug dealers on the other side, and the person who bumped into him looked a little dizzy. He quickly picked up his gun and was about to shoot.

A drug dealer rushed over with a strange cry and grabbed Zolf Sherman's neck.

The two people fought.

The other drug dealers "ganged up" on the guards, holding the guards' heads from the front, pulling out their daggers and stabbing them down.

The guard stretched out his hand to block it, but the dagger went straight through his palm, causing him to scream in pain.

Zolph Sherman also got mad, biting the drug dealer's neck, pulling hard, and a piece of flesh... was pulled off.

There is an aorta here...

"Fuck!"

Zolph Sherman picked up the MP5 on the ground and beat the drug dealer to death, then fired a burst of bullets at the drug dealers who surrounded and beat his guards.

He just held them and didn't let go!

Da da da...

The walls of the passage were full of bullet holes.

"Are you okay?" Zolph Sherman helped the guard up, with the dagger still stuck in his palm. He couldn't pull it out randomly, otherwise it would be useless if it pulled the tendons.

"Go back! Go back!"

His adrenaline finally slowly dropped, and he was no longer in a state of excitement. He calmly regained the high ground, and helped the guard back.

On the battlefield…

The police officers had no idea that their boss was almost killed, so they just rushed in and shot anyone who was still alive.

“Surrender! I surrender! Don’t kill me.” Several Americans raised their hands, knelt on the ground and shouted in fear.

The police officers rushed up and fired a bunch of bullets.

MD!

It was too noisy on the battlefield, and I couldn’t understand what he was saying.

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