Working as a police officer in Mexico

Ethan Hunter walked out of the convenience store, chewing gum in his mouth, and glanced at the strange man, who quickly looked away.

"What we do is even rougher than EDM!" He muttered a few words, got into the Mercedes-Benz and started driving around the Colombian capital.

When a rich woman gives you money, you have to spend it.

Otherwise, how could I be worthy of my efforts last night?

The people watching behind him were stunned by him. When they saw him walking into a public toilet, the two of them looked at each other and followed him.

As soon as they turned the corner, a fist as big as a sandbag came out. Such a heavy force directly knocked out the person in front of him. Ethan Hunter grabbed the other person's head and hit it against the wall hard. After feeling dizzy, He grabbed his neck with both hands and twisted it on both sides.

Hmm~

Very crisp sound.

When he was squatting down to touch something on the two of them, a man walked in from the door. Seeing this scene, he raised his hands and covered his eyes, "Hey, man, I didn't see it, I didn't see it."

As he spoke, he walked out.

Ethan Hunter opened the two people's arms and saw the Cali Group's logo on them. He didn't know why these drug dealers and underworld gangs liked to have tattoos on their bodies.

No professional ethics at all.

What's the difference between this and holding an ID card in your mouth while you're dead?

Ethan Hunter had a sinister look in his eyes and cursed in a low voice. Salcedo, the Cali Group engineer, must be killed. That guy already doubted himself.

He pulled the two drug dealers into the toilet, held down their heads and drowned them in the toilet. Shooting would leave traces.

When you come out of the toilet, don't forget to wash your hands.

Not long after he left, a toilet sanitation worker walked in. He hummed a tune and mopped the floor. But suddenly he found that the last door was tightly closed. He knocked on the door but there was no response and he lowered his head.

Oh haha!

Two men, four legs?

Damn it, what are you doing in the toilet?

He knocked on the door hard, "Hey! You can't do X here"!

Ethan Hunter got back into the car after going out. With a solemn expression, he picked up the phone on the plaque and dialed a number, "Hello, this is the Houston Burger Shop."

"Prepare three chicken burgers and a cup of Coke for me. I just want Pepsi, not Coke. I'll pick them up in ten minutes."

Hang up the phone, throw it behind you, hit the steering wheel, turn around on the spot, step on the accelerator, and everyone around you can hear the sound of the exhaust pipe.

Boom~

About seven or eight minutes later, he drove to a burger restaurant and drove directly into the yard. A person in red work clothes naturally pulled the door shut.

After Ethan Hunter got out of the car, four or five people started checking the entire car with instruments to see if there was any recording equipment. If they saw it, this is called professionalism.

"What's wrong? Blanco doubts you?" a colleague asked with a frown.

"I'm not sure, but I was targeted by people in Cali just now. Fuck, those guys in Colombia are more sensitive than the CIA. Is there any way to kill Salcedo? But the person who was following me was killed by me. He They will definitely doubt me even more, I don’t think I can stay with Blanco for long.” Ethan Hunter asked with a frown.

The colleague looked at him strangely, "Why, I heard you were a little sorry? Did you have a good time last night?"

"What are you thinking! This is my job." Thinking of yesterday's overwhelming pressure, Ethan Hunter felt that his legs were shaking and his face turned pale. He swallowed and pointed at his colleague who was searching for recording equipment and said, " Man, put a time bomb on the chassis of the car and I'll blow her up!"

Man, he is really... heartless!

"The best way now is to kill Salcedo first."

Ethan Hunter glanced at his colleague, "Do you have any idea?"

"Man, we don't come to Colombia for free. You have to do physical work, and we have to do technical work."

"If you talk about body work again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!" Ethan Hunter gritted his teeth with hatred, which always made him feel like he was being a duck.

The colleague smiled and pulled him into two private rooms at the back of the burger restaurant, where many military monitoring equipment could be seen, and several photos of people and his relationship diagram were hung with thumbtacks on the walls.

"Salcedo!" The colleague pointed to a photo with several dividing lines on it, and the time and place were written on it. This would make anyone with trypophobia feel numb when looking at it.

"Every day at 4 p.m., he would appear in front of a stall in Santa Fe, Bogotá. He likes to eat fried bananas. We have investigated the stall and he is a nephew of Salcedo. There may be some kind of ongoing relationship between them. connect."

"During this period, he is alone. We have time to kill him!"

"Where did you get this information?"

The colleague spread his hands and said, "Technical work~"

Ethan Hunt was so angry with these words that all three high school students came up.

"Ethan, do you need to install a bomb?" The colleague who was checking the vehicle at the door suddenly asked.

"Do you have any explosives that can blow up a two-hundred-pound female pig?"

"Isn't that your dear?"

"Go away, that's your mother!"

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Dududu~

The Grand Duke Victor played the flute, and the sound was so loud that the new migrant workers in Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, raised their heads in confusion.

"Go! Go!"

"Baja California Coast Guard!"

There was a half-grown boy who was still standing there, but the experienced old migrant workers dragged him away and ran away.

"what is that?"

"Ship! Ship, the Coast Guard from Baja California is here." The old migrant worker's mouth was trembling, mainly because the flag on it was too obvious, and you directly hung Victor's head on it.

"Is that Mr. Victor's army?" The boy's eyes shone, "Then why are we running? Aren't they here to kill drug dealers?"

The old migrant worker slapped him on the head, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of drug dealers, waiting for them to drag you here to be cannon fodder?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two pickup trucks lying across the escape route of the migrant workers. The drug dealers on them were shooting with machine guns, and the bullets flew past their scalps. "Go back!"

"Take up a weapon and get an extra $200 per person, and kill a police officer and get a $500 reward!"

"Otherwise, I'll beat you to death!"

The old migrant worker dragged the half-grown man to the side and moved around inside the container, like an old loach.

Buzz buzz~

The two heard a sound above their heads, raised their heads, and saw two helicopters circling by.

咻咻咻~

The missile fired from the belly flew towards the coast guard ship. It was extremely shocking when viewed from below.

"Missile attack!" shouted the police officer in charge of the warning radar.

"Matra Simbad twin anti-aircraft missile launcher is activated!"

"Intercept missile!"

The captain issued the order calmly.

Woohoo~

There was a dull roar in my ears, and then I looked out the window and saw the twin missiles dragging their tail fins flying towards the missile in mid-air.

Interception...

As long as there are more people than the opponent, you will always be able to intercept them. Of course, it mainly depends on luck.

bengbengbeng!

The remnants of the explosion in the sky shook several large containers at the port into the sea. Many migrant workers were so frightened that they shrank to the ground, holding their heads and shivering.

NMD, so scary! !

Is this the Coast Guard force in Baja California?

The "Mistral" anti-aircraft missile aims at the helicopter and fires! "The captain looked at the helicopters in the sky and issued orders one after another.

Although this TNC45 has a displacement of 500 tons, the firepower on it is really fierce. It has missiles, artillery, decoys, and even torpedoes. There are probably very few of its kind in the same type, right?

The "Mistral" anti-aircraft missile is produced in France. Its warhead is very heavy, weighing 3 kilograms. It is composed of high-energy explosives and 1,850 tungsten alloy steel balls, and is equipped with collision and laser proximity fuzes. Let's put it this way, the Apache was defeated by it. Beat it down.

The speed is Mach 2.5, which is slightly faster than the Stinger.

The highest shooting height is 3 kilometers, which is perfect for flying in a helicopter.

The biggest advantage of this thing is that it can be installed anywhere, on land, on warships, and France even plans to install it on submarines.

Let submarines have the ability to attack helicopters.

As for weapons, it's all about imagination.

The "Victor Archduke" is equipped with a six-unit automatic launcher. It takes only five seconds to launch when the order is given.

"Throw the interference bomb quickly!"

When the drug trafficker's helicopter pilot presses a button, red gas floats out of the sky, tricking the enemy's infrared-guided weapons into straying away from their true target.

but…

After all, Mistral is made in France, and it is one of the Five Good People. There is nothing to say about the military industry. It occupies 75% of the market in mid-level weapons in Africa.

It can automatically distinguish true and false targets, automatically calculate based on the album it carries, and then lock on the true target.

Six artillery shells flew up, three were jammed, but three more directly hit the two helicopters.

"Crash landing! Crash landing..." the pilot yelled urgently, and the helicopter disintegrated in the air, and another one fell directly to the port. The propeller flew around and separated the upper body of the guarding drug dealer like cutting a watermelon.

Bloody and bloody!

It was a miserable situation.

"Continue to suppress the fire! Log in to the team and get out!"

The Otto Melara 76mm naval gun of the "Victor Archduke" bombarded targets in the port indiscriminately. What does this mean? In the face of the torrent of steel, any resistance is insignificant.

Unless you have a more terrifying weapon.

Technology is the primary productive force in war.

"Tu tu tu tu ~" Is there really a hard-nosed drug trafficker who continues to shoot at the ship with twin machine guns, and the bullets hit the hull of the patrol ship?

I'm afraid you can't even penetrate it with Barrett.

The drug dealer's mouth was half open because the machine gun vibrated a bit loudly. After he finished firing, he was about to run away when he saw the muzzle of a machine gun in front of the ship automatically slide down and aim at him suddenly...

The legs are still running underneath, but the person has disappeared.

What a sports student!

About 20 members of the Coast Guard commando team rushed to the pier in a speedboat to sweep away the remaining armed forces.

The little boy and the old migrant worker were lucky enough to hide in the cracks of a container and were not affected, but the broken limbs and broken arms outside made them feel chilly.

Deng Deng~

There was a sound of footsteps, and then a figure was seen walking over, covered in black, holding an assault rifle. But suddenly, the man turned his head suddenly, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the gap.

The little boy saw...

It was a man wearing goggles, and his face was reflected in the lenses. The Mexican flag was painted on the man's chest, and a bust was on the right chest.

The little boy was so anxious that he stretched out his fist and said, "Long live Victor!"

The other party was startled.

Old migrant workers also held their breath.

Then he saw the other party reaching out his hand, clenching it into a fist, and gently knocking the little boy's hand, "Long live Victor!"

"Victory belongs to us!"

"Peace belongs to the people!"

"Glory belongs to Victor!"

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