Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Call the DEA people up together."

Victor stopped Casare, who was about to give the order, and said with a smile, "If there is any credit, Mr. Jonathan Panier must also help and lead their people to the passage with the largest mark."

Casare immediately understood what the boss meant.

Let the two departments, DEA and CBP (U.S. Customs and Border Protection), argue. As one of the executive departments under the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, CBP has special forces.

"The tunnel is relatively narrow and not suitable for large-scale operations. Should we get some other weapons?"

"For example?" Victor asked with raised eyebrows, always feeling that this guy couldn't hold back anything good.

"Dichlorodiethyl sulfide!"

Casare stared at Victor and said carefully.

"Do you want to send me to a military court?" Victor couldn't help laughing.

"If the drug dealers are still alive, maybe they can sue them. If we kill them all, wouldn't there be no victims?"

What a great idea!

Victor didn't know where the door of the military court opened, but with such a subordinate, sooner or later he would have to identify the door.

"Go, go, we are moral!"

Victor took two steps forward and suddenly stopped, "But... maybe the drug dealer would bring dichlorodiethyl sulfide with him to sell drugs, and then accidentally drop it?"

"do you think so?"

Casare smiled and nodded, "I will contact Mr. Jonathan Panier right away."

Is it reasonable for drug dealers to carry dichlorodiethyl sulfide with them?

Um!

Very reasonable.

"Hey! Zolph Sherman! Bring your people, and bring dichlorodiethyl sulfide..." Casare shouted loudly.

Victor picked up his shoe and smashed it over, "Keep your voice down, idiot."

Casare turned around and laughed. He may have been too excited. He was led astray by his boss. As long as he could kill the drug dealer, the more miserable the other party's death, the more comfortable he would be!

Victor stood on the steps, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the morning star in the distance, shining hard in the darkness.

turn out to be…

The way to fight against drugs is not to fight drug dealers, but to fight the whole world!

"What are you afraid of?"

"Just kill it!"

"Whoever stands in the way of my anti-drug campaign is my enemy!"

…

Jonathan Parnell was woken up by a phone call in a hazy state.

When he heard that a "large drug dealer tunnel" had been discovered, he jumped out of bed, grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the dormitory, buttoning his buttons and knocking on his colleague's dormitory door.

"Don't sleep! There's a mission!"

When he arrived downstairs, other employees of the DEA Mexico branch also came down in a daze. There were only 6 people in total. In fact, there were originally 12 people, and then 3 were transferred. It was really terrible!

It is said that Camarena's death gave drug dealers no courage to offend the DEA, but that was because he died so tragically!

If there was a shootout on the road and the DEA was killed, that would be possible.

Drug dealers are drug dealers after all!

Desperados are just jealous of you, not afraid of you. If you really dare to cut off their financial path, what do you think?

However, things have changed since the addition of the peripheral member "Victor".

If our DEA can't handle it in Mexico, I'll give it a try!

When Jonathan Panier saw the people gathered, he led them onto a "Bell 212" helicopter, which was sponsored by the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency".

Buzz buzz~

The propellers made a sound, and the helicopter soared into the sky.

"Our mission this time is to cooperate with Mexico's anti-drug forces to sweep one of the large tunnels. All you have to do is talk less and learn more! See how they control drugs." said Jonatan Panier.

The employees looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

After circling for more than 40 minutes, the helicopter finally arrived at a jungle in northern Sonora near Baja California.

When they came down, there were already hundreds of people busy below, with military dogs in tow.

"Mr. Jonathan!" Casare greeted with a smile.

For the popular person next to Victor, Jonathan Panier also expressed enough respect, shook hands with him, and forced a smile, "Can I take the liberty to ask, how did you discover this tunnel?"

"This place is very remote..."

Casare looked at him with strange eyes, brother, the people in your camp have been infiltrated, you are still here to prohibit drugs, you are charging in front, and others are stealing your hometown.

But some things are inappropriate to say.

You can't say that you killed someone from the Border Management Bureau and confiscated it.

"Our intelligence agency found it in a drug trafficker's stronghold."

Jonatan Panier always felt that the other party had something to hide.

"Casare, we found the tunnel!" Zolph Sherman shouted in the distance.

Fatty Ka quickly ran over.

Jonathan Panier turned to look at the employees, "Study hard!"

When they ran to Zolf Sherman's position, they saw a military dog ​​lying in front of a stone and barking violently. Four or five police officers pushed the stone away, revealing a deep hole of about 1.6 meters. exposed.

"Go in and have a look."

The EDM police officer probed a few meters inside and said, "Head, there is a hollow below!"

A group of people walked in. Casare looked over and saw a cliff below, with two steel ladders hanging next to it. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a noisy sound, and then saw two heads coming from below. The curved corners poke out.

They also happened to see a group of people above. They were startled, took out their guns and shot!

"careful!!"

Casare shouted, and Zolf Sherman and Jonathan Panier fell back.

Chug tug tug…

The bullet grazed his head and hit the rocks above.

"Blow them up! Blow them up!" Casare pointed at the police officer behind him.

The police officer took out a grenade and threw it down. Beng! The blasted tunnel shook several times.

"Get out!"

Zolf Sherman calmly greeted everyone to leave and ran out of the cave, giving orders.

"Take a good look." Jonathan Panier pulled off his clothes and said to the employees.

"Prepare dichlorodiethyl sulfide!" A voice came from afar.

"Boss, this dichlorodiethyl sulfide seems to be..." A DEA employee, who was obviously good at chemistry, was frightened when he heard it, and hurriedly crawled to Jonathan's ear and whispered a few words.

"What!"

"Are you serious?"

The DEA employee nodded, and Jonatan ran over as soon as he heard this, "Casare, Casare!"

"What's the matter? Mr. Jonathan?"

"You plan to use dichlorodiethyl sulfide? This is a prohibited weapon!"

"They ban theirs, and we use ours. Isn't there a conflict?" Casare said with a smile, "Moreover, drug dealers are not on the protected list. Our boss said, this is called overcoming, send them to God, let God inspire them!”

After all, Jonathan didn’t have much say. He could only watch helplessly as several police officers wore gas masks and then rushed into the cave with rifle grenades and sprayed 10 rounds into the dense tunnel below!

"Put the rock on top!"

After Zolph Sherman waited for the police to withdraw, he put the stone back up, clapped his hands, and looked at his watch. "Now we only need to wait for another hour, and we will almost be able to close the team."

"Aren't you going to send someone down?" Joe Tanner asked.

"If they have the ability, they can climb out by themselves. If they want to go down, why should we release the gas?" Zolf Sherman asked back, which immediately made the other party speechless.

There was no intention of letting them leave alive.

I can’t believe it, these drug dealers can still open their lungs.

"Captain, you want us to learn this? But... we don't have dichlorodiethyl sulfide either!" the employee muttered to Jonatan.

There's really no way to learn this.

When people disagreed, they jumped up and down in front of the military court.

"Want to play?" Casare's ears were pointed and he grinned when he heard the DEA employee's words. "Then resign and join us. We have the most methods against drug dealers. You can see Hummers dismembered, cannonballs detonating heads, Trolls shoot at Mozambique, and even if you see someone with a tough mouth, you can smash their mouth with an ashtray.”

"Doesn't it feel exciting?"

"Hi! Casare, don't scare the kids, these are the new employees I recruited from China." Joe Tanner pushed him and said.

Casare smiled and said, "Newcomers, that's right, you have to exercise."

Zolf Sherman just happened to call him on the other end, and he ran over. Before leaving, he did not forget to say, "The DEA's methods are too gentle. I will take you to see our prison next time."

"Captain, they... they look like gangsters!"

"No, they are!" Joe Tanner said a few words, then turned around, "Don't even think about going to them. At least the welfare benefits from the DEA will be good."

The employees laughed.

…

At 5 kilometers away, we are already in the United States!

Two large pickup trucks were parked with the CBP (Border Administration) logo written on them.

Four or five Americans were smoking cigarettes impatiently.

"Bartland, how long has it been? Where's the goods!" A black man wearing jeans shouted to a white man.

"Dunlap, don't worry, is your mother waiting for you to go back to breastfeed?" Butland turned around and cursed while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The black man was so angry that he wanted to come up and fuck him. The companion next to him quickly grabbed him, and the tattoos painted on the black man's wrist could be seen during the tearing.

Crip gang!

Are the Crip Gang and CBP collaborating to transport drugs across the border?

Fuck, even if you say it, no one will believe it.

Xissusu~

There was a sound of movement in the weeds on the roadside.

The white man Butland stood up straight. He was not as calm as he expected. That was enough goods to satisfy hundreds of thousands of drug addicts in Phoenix. He could get tens of thousands of dollars in remuneration for transporting a batch.

Big head?

Of course the director took it away.

But the black man Dunlap couldn't help it, and rushed down with his younger brother.

"OMG! What is this!"

Not long after, I heard his cursing and shouting, and saw Dunlap and his men climbing up in embarrassment, with a foul smell on their bodies and something like vomit on their hands.

"What's wrong?"

"Down here... below..." Dunlap pointed down, his tone stammering. What could scare a gang member like this?

Butland held the cigarette in his mouth and slid down the grass smoothly. As soon as he got close to the hole, he smelled a foul smell, which made him feel nauseous. His face suddenly changed. He who had served in the American army knew this in an instant. What is it.

"Hold!"

"Help...save me!" A weak voice came, and he saw a drug dealer lying next to him, his face so rotten that he was almost covered with maggots.

Bartland took a breath, took out his gun Biubius and killed the opponent.

He hurriedly climbed back to the road, looking very ugly.

"TMD, someone lost dichlorodiethyl sulfide in the tunnel! The goods are gone!"

Dunlap, a black man, had blank eyes. He had never read a book and didn't know what this was.

Butland said a name that is familiar to everyone.

The other party immediately felt cold all over.

"Let's go to the hospital! I want to go to the hospital!" Dunlap pulled his little brother and left. The two sides were fighting. Black people looked very good, but in fact, they were sometimes timid when encountering fierce things.

"Boss, do you want to go to the hospital?" the CBP employee looked at Butland and asked.

"MD! It must have been done by the anti-drug force over there, definitely Victor!"

You said you were cracking down on drugs, why are you ruining our way of making money?

"Let's go back first. We must settle the score with Victor and let the big boss find the special forces to kill him!"

Of course, these are just angry words.

The big boss knows that if they are selling drugs, they will be the first to be killed.

"We don't have these goods. I'm afraid the Lame Gang and the Blood Gang won't give up." The employee said with some worry.

"Then let them go to the other side and ask for it from Victor. As long as they have the ability, they won't have their necks chopped off and then hung on the railing of the border!"

Bartland was obviously in a bad mood. He cursed loudly twice and got in the car and went back. But when he returned to the station, he originally thought he would be scolded by the director, but who knew that he was not the only one who failed to get the goods.

No one is delivering goods in the other aisles!

A few colleagues even ran in and never came back.

Butland actually felt a little relieved. If everyone didn't get the goods, then I couldn't be the only one to scold him.

He hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the director's door.

"What's the matter?" the director asked with a dark face.

"Boss, I found that drug dealers are all contaminated with dichlorodiethyl sulfide."

The director raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

"I served overseas," Butland said.

The director immediately understood that Americans often do this overseas.

"TMD!"

"Victor is so disrespectful, Director, where are the two Flemings we sent?"

The director shook his head, "No news has been received. I also called the National Guard, but their people didn't come back."

Bartlan's whole body tensed up, "Could it be..."

"No, no, they are from the US government."

But aren’t there many people in the US government dying outside?

And you still sneaked over there.

"No! I have to contact the people above. We can't let Victor cut off our financial resources like this anymore. If it doesn't work, we can only find mercenaries to kill him!"

The director's eyes are also very sinister. With an income of hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, of course he is ruthless.

Cut off people's money!

Killing parents!

But Victor... likes to do both, cut off the drug dealer's money, and then kill the drug dealer's parents!