Working as a police officer in Mexico

Boom! !

A bolt of lightning exploded in the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly fell like God starting to urinate.

Kennedy Heisenberg looked at the sand table with a cigarette in his mouth and frowned. He was thinking about how to use artillery fire to smash the city of Obregon open!

The opponent is lying on the road that must be passed. If a small group of troops makes a surprise attack, their tails will be cut off if they are not sure, and they will be destroyed by then.

Miso miso miso~

"Good news, Captain."

A staff officer wearing glasses ran over and said, "The 442nd Regiment in Obregon City announced its surrender, and also attacked a marked gathering place for drug dealers. They hope we can take over."

Kennedy was startled when he heard the news.

Just when I was thinking about bringing in some more artillery from the rear and blasting them directly, you told me that they disintegrated from the inside?

ecstasy!

As for whether it is a conspiracy?

Mid-fight and then suddenly attack the anti-narcotics force?

Are you kidding? It's not that Kennedy looked down on them. With the fighting qualities of the Mexican army and drug traffickers, they couldn't complete such a difficult "bitter meat trick."

"Let Zolf Sherman take the lead and advance to Obregon City within an hour and a half!"

"There were 300 people left in the valley, and the others were pushed to the other side of the river."

Stud.

Just waiting for them to counterattack.

When Zolf Sherman received the order, he was also confused. The rain hurt his face.

If it were any other Latin American army, they would even have to wait until the rain stops.

But the police officers in Baja California are different after all. They are well paid, and they know what they are fighting for!

Fight for the cause of anti-drugs for life!

This may seem fictitious, but it does work and can stabilize and improve morale a lot.

Most of the Latin American military leaders have no faith, including those in Africa. Why are they fighting? Why fight? Nothing at all.

For women, wealth, status?

These excuses may satisfy you for a while, but they are not enough to sweep the world around.

Sankara, a "country of righteous people", didn't just rely on his faith to defeat other warlords, save the country from danger, and save the people from fire and water. But he later failed. It was because he implemented extreme national policies, and the country suffered from economic difficulties and diplomatic isolation, and then... He was killed by Compaore.

Zolph Sherman personally selected 100 commandos to take advantage of the rainy night and gallop through the city of Obregon.

Three rickety Mexican personnel carriers in military green colors were spaced about 400 meters apart to prevent detection.

Zolf Sherman, who was sitting at the back, almost vomited and said to the adjutant next to him, "When the drug dealers are caught, they must repair the road!"

"Zizzizi~"

There was sonic interference from the walkie-talkie, and then the voice of the lead car came, "No. 1... we seem to have encountered a highway bandit!"

The sound immediately attracted all the police officers in the car to turn their heads.

Even those who were asleep opened their eyes.

Robbery...of a troop carrier?

"Are you sure?" Zolf Sherman was also a little confused.

"Yes."

The police sergeant in the lead car was confused when he looked at the large tree branches in front of him and the seven or eight bandits holding various weapons standing behind him.

There are bandits in Mexico.

This is especially true the closer you get to the U.S. border. Many tourists who drive vehicles to travel to Mexico often encounter armed robberies!

There have also been many murder cases that shocked the United States.

Guns are banned in Mexico, but greed and violence are not.

The group of people who robbed the personnel carrier happened to be from nearby rural areas. The locals were relatively wild and needed Victor to bring the "spring breeze of Baja California."

The rain was so heavy that these people saw two lights shining over them. Who knows what they were?

The leading bandit also held a Youngman AG42 automatic rifle manufactured by the Swedish Carl Gustaf State Arsenal!

This gun is very rare among Swedes.

He led people around him. As he got closer, he gradually realized something was wrong. He touched his face, squinted his eyes and took a closer look. The next second, his eyes widened!

military vehicle? !

Bandits are still afraid of the army.

Just when they were about to turn around and run away, a large group of police jumped out of the personnel carrier and surrounded them.

Plop!

The dozen bandits readily knelt on the ground and raised their hands, "Surrender! Surrender!"

"Solve it quickly! Don't waste time!" Zolf Sherman's words came from the intercom.

The police sergeant looked at the muddy bandits and frowned, "If you dare to rob today, you will sell drugs tomorrow. You will be shot!"

The bandit leader raised his head when he heard this.

The policeman next to him had drawn his gun and started shooting at the surrendered bandit. Before he died, he was still a question mark.

"Get in the car! Move the branches in front of you, damn, let's go!" the police sergeant urged.

After the police officers went up and pulled the horizontal tree apart, they climbed onto the troop carrier covered in rain and continued towards the city of Obregon, leaving the body on the ground.

When the two troop carriers passed by behind, they didn't pay attention and just ran over them.

On a rainy night, someone always dies.

…

"Go! Go! Go!"

Alvarez had white strips of cloth tied in his hands, his voice roaring, and the military uniform on his body was covered in mud.

He took the head of the regiment to summon the army, and immediately announced that he would break away from the control of the corrupt government of Sonora State and join Victor's anti-drug force.

When someone objected, he killed the opponent directly, and then led the soldiers to attack the drug industrial zone of the Sinaloa drug cartel in Obregon City, covering an area of ​​more than 40 acres. 60% of the drugs in Arizona and New Mexico in the north of the United States are shipped from here, about 300 to 600 tons per month!

Satisfy tens of thousands of drug addicts in the two states.

Such an important place, of course, has sufficient guard force. About 400 drug cartel gunmen and 300 staff members, with the tacit consent of the local government, drug dealers placed heavy weapons in this industrial zone!

It is easy to defend and difficult to attack!

The crossfire formed by the Browning M2HB 0.50-inch machine gun on the commanding heights alone was fierce, and the attack of the 442nd Regiment was repelled several times.

"Be careful! Be careful! Alvarez, you are the commander and can't rush." ​​The companion next to him pulled him.

"If we can't get in, we'll all die!" Alvarez wiped the water off his face and pulled the Mendoza RM2 machine gun made in Mexico. He said excitedly, "Without the courage to fight to the death, how can we build a new society without drug dealers!" "Vasily, if I die here today, please take my ashes back to my hometown and put them on the dandelions on the mountain. They will take me to find my parents' graves!" Alvarez pushed his companions away and continued to rush towards the industrial zone with his men! They had no artillery, not even mortars for infantry support. The army was too poor. Even with the financial support of the Lozano family, it would be impossible to equip you with more advanced weapons. But he knew that if he didn't take this industrial zone, the Sinaloa drug cartel that got the news would definitely come to support him. This is the "cash cow" of drug dealers. Alvarez rushed forward with a machine gun. The bullet passed over his head. When I was a kid…

He was like this too, running wildly on the hills full of dandelions. At that time, his parents were working in the fields, and the wind that blew him was quiet.

But everything was shattered one day.

The drug dealers under Aviles, nicknamed "Mexican Lion", rushed into the village and burned his parents to death because they refused to grow DM. At that time, he also ran! He ran with his head down!

He ran hard towards the hills full of dandelions to survive.

When he grew up, he also ran desperately, so that more poor people would not die in the wilderness, so that more poor people could have their own wealth, and so that children would not be coerced by drug dealers from an early age.

For peace!

For life!

He still remembered that when he was living in a daze in the 442nd Regiment, a man from Lower California brought a handwritten letter from "Mr. Victor".

It said.

"Dear Mr. Alvarez (compaero), I am very happy to participate in this great anti-drug campaign with you. Even if the enemy outnumbers us, I will move forward!"

"For this land we love, for this group of people."

"Perhaps, it is our turn to sacrifice!"

Maybe...

I can't wait for the day of victory.

But I am on the way to victory.

Alvarez roared and rushed into the rainy night.

40 minutes later...

The gate of the industrial zone was finally breached, cheers resounded through the sky, and the soldiers of the 442nd Regiment rushed into the drug dealers' industrial zone to continue the sweep.

Comrade Vasily frantically searched for Alvarez among the fallen bodies!

Finally...

He found a familiar figure.

A pair of arms were exposed, but they were tied with white cloth strips. On them, there were three little people, holding hands, and a puppy squatted beside them.

Next to them was their house.

Written in Spanish: "My home!"

In this dark night, the figures on the towel seemed very bright.

Vasily rushed over and turned over the body, and saw Alvarez, who had been shot through the chest. He closed his eyes tightly, but he must have fallen asleep! Vasily hugged him and cried bitterly. When Zolf Sherman arrived, the "Industrial Zone War" had ended. 200 prisoners were captured, and the 442nd Regiment lost nearly 300 people! More than 300 people were directly disabled. When he heard about Alvarez's deeds and received the blood-stained white cloth from Vasily, he was also shocked. He took off his hat and saluted. "Captain, what about the prisoners outside?" The adjutant said beside him. "Let them be buried with Lieutenant Alvarez!" Vasily, who was squatting and smoking next to him, raised his head when he heard this, watched the adjutant walk away, and listened to their tone, as if... sparse and normal? "Killing prisoners, many reporters will gossip." Zolf Sherman looked at him. "Only the weak need to fear gossip!"

"The strong... blow up the reporter's microphone!"

...

A bar in Bogota, Santa Fe, Colombia.

Ethan Hunt was dancing cheek to cheek with a plump woman in the middle of the stage.

He even unbuttoned his chest, revealing his strong muscles, which made the woman's eyes glow.

After the song ended, the woman panted and said with a smile, "You are really amazing, Victor."

"I have something even more amazing, do you want to see it?" Ethan Hunt said with a smile, holding her hand and rubbing it on his chest.

The woman blushed.

At this moment, the BP machine in his pocket rang, and Ethan Hunter said apologetically, "Sorry, I'll deal with the company's affairs first."

"You know, my leaders are all idiots."

The woman nodded understandingly and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll wait for you in the booth."

Ethan Hunter waved an OK gesture, and when the other party walked to the booth, he blew a kiss to him, a typical love veteran.

I walked to a quiet place, found a place to hang up, inserted the money and dialed it.

"Ethan." Jason Bourne spoke from the other side.

"What's the matter? Brother, I'm working."

"You are very busy?"

Ethan Hunter glanced at the woman in the distance, smiled and waved, saying, "Of course, I'm getting ready to fight now, and I'll meet some unfathomable opponents."

"What's the matter?"

Jason Bourne was silent for a moment, "The boss gave you a task. He asked you to get close to the black widow Blanco, and then find a way to gain her trust."

"When necessary... I can be my lover."

"What! You want me to seduce that fat pig?" Ethan Hunter said in horror.

"Please respect women, Ethan. This is what the boss ordered. Maybe he feels that you...have not been active at work recently."

"Damn capitalists!" Ethan Hunt cursed.

"I will apply for additional subsidies from the boss for you. Please work hard. I believe that your hard work will definitely win the favor of that fat... woman."

"I...can't keep my mouth shut!"

Jason Bourne took a deep breath: "Man, Mexico and Mr. Victor need your body!"

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