Working as a police officer in Mexico

The 6-square-kilometer "Hermosillo Steel Plant" was established in 1940. At that time, in order to support Germany's ambitions, Spain tightened its belt.

This steel plant is a product of that time.

I thought that when the time came to reach the United States, the Hermosillo Steel Plant would be able to provide some help, but unfortunately, the Germans froze to death on the soil of Siberia.

In terms of thicker hair, it is obvious that the Germans cannot compete with the Slavs.

And in order to prevent Yankee air raids, the reinforced concrete at the Hermosillo Steel Plant is stronger than the dog author's iron will.

These 4,800 rockets and nearly 38 tons of gunpowder exploded in these 6 square kilometers, and many buildings remained motionless.

It's so outrageous that he opened the door to outrageous people - it's so outrageous.

At this time, ground troops have to be dispatched.

War can never be separated from humans!

The most primitive fighting still relies on people.

An AMX-10P infantry fighting vehicle emerged from the ruins with smoke rising like a lone hero, firing its 7.62mm machine gun at the corner where it was easy to hide.

"azimuth 10 o'clock, cannon ready!" the commander looked out through the periscope and saw two drug dealers shouting.

"preparation!"

The drug dealer over there also saw them. He picked up the RPG in a panic and took aim while half-kneeling!

"Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!" the commander shouted loudly and sweating.

The gunner immediately pressed the button, beng! The 20mm cannon fired at a shell, and the opponent also pulled the trigger, and the armor-piercing shells rushed towards the infantry fighting vehicle.

The two cannonballs were like lovers passing by, but they were obviously not licking dogs. They didn't even look back and rushed towards their targets.

"Turn! Turn!" the commander shouted.

boom…

The armor-piercing shell hit the side, and the huge explosion blew half of the face of the AMX-10P infantry fighting vehicle away. The French product is NMD brittle!

The driver on the left front was knocked off his head by the huge shock wave, and he was immediately knocked to his soul!

And that infantry fighting vehicle cannon also hit the wall behind the drug dealer, and he fell directly, pinning the two people underneath, and blood seeped out of the wall.

boom! boom! boom!

The door of the AMX-10P infantry fighting vehicle that was knocked down shook hard, and it seemed like someone was kicking hard inside.

boom!

The iron door opened, and a figure crawled out in embarrassment. His face was dark, and he knelt on the ground and retched loudly. When he stood up, he was still swaying. The shock wave of the shell... obviously shocked his brain.

There were seven people in the entire chariot, and he was the only one alive!

The AMX-10P infantry fighting vehicle itself is very thin. Let's put it this way, your Durex is thicker than him, and it doesn't feel safe even if you put it on your head.

Sometimes, a large-caliber assault rifle or sniper rifle can penetrate this thin skin. In war, there is also an element of luck.

The only remaining police officer abandoned his helmet and weapons, and turned around to run outside. As soon as he ran out, he heard a crisp gunshot, and his whole body was stunned for an instant.

The helmet flew off, and the whole person jumped forward and fell to the ground, with a bloody hole in his neck.

Sniper!

In a two-story building at an angle, a drug dealer crouched down and wore a mask that read: Death comes from Los Zetas!

He was holding a Beretta 7.62mm sniper rifle produced in Italy, and his eyes were indifferent, like a veteran fighting on the front line of the battlefield.

MD, the Sinaloa Cartel pulled out all his old base troops.

He stood up again, glanced outside, and saw police officers hunched over, surrounding him like a fan.

The drug dealer calmly took out his gun, pointed it at a police officer, squinted his eyes, aimed at his neck, and pulled the trigger!

jump!

The opponent's head drooped, and his whole body collapsed.

"Cloud explosive bombs! Fire up!"

A police sergeant shouted loudly while lying behind some rubble and debris.

Is it normal for ground troops to be equipped with RPO-A "Bumblebee" launchers? Would it be more normal for me to randomly bring a cloud bomb?

After hearing his order, a sergeant squatted down, breathing a little quickly, opened the safety valve of RPO-A, aimed it at the entrance to the second floor, and fired!

boom!

The ground shook three times, and the entire second floor was a ball of fire. At this temperature, the chicken had to be cooked.

A smoking Beretta 7.62mm sniper rifle flew out of the window, and the barrel was black. As for the person... he probably didn't die.

The sergeant carrying the launcher threw away the RPO-A, pointed the gun at it with his backhand, and rushed into the building.

While running up the stairs, he didn't pay attention to his feet at all. He kicked a thread and felt the force coming from his legs. There was a look of horror in the police officer's eyes.

A well-hidden anti-infantry mine jumped up immediately, blasting its lower body to pieces.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Screams were heard, and the police officer who was not dead was crawling on the ground. The ground was covered with blood, and the wound was covered with mud.

"Cover! Cover! Cover!" the captain shouted, and the police officer next to him was on guard with a gun. He ran over, put the weapon back, grabbed the wounded man's armpits with both hands, and dragged him out hard.

He didn't notice at all that in a sewer not far away, a hole slowly opened, and a pair of eyes watched this scene.

When the police sergeant was about to take the wounded away, he suddenly opened the manhole cover, holding an RPG in his hand, and fired at him.

The shell hit his feet, and the whole person flew out like a kite!

His head hit the stone, why... I didn't feel any pain, but blood kept coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"Captain!!"

A police officer rushed up, shouting anxiously on his face, and the sergeant saw a sentence embroidered on the other's chest: Glory is my life!

His eyelids drooped, so tired.

Really... so tired!

Finally I can rest...

Mexico... God, don't let me come here again in the next life.

"Captain!"

"CNMD!"

"Air-to-air bomb!"

Two squad police officers were furious, and each threw a blast bomb into the sewer. After a noise, a shrill scream came from below.

The police officer carrying the RPO-A rocket launcher fired a round at the tunnel!

Whoosh~

He went in directly. With a loud bang, the ground cracked directly. It seemed that there was a huge gas underneath that was bulging upwards.

Why is the fuel-air bomb called a "sub-nuclear weapon".

It should be the strongest weapon for a single soldier, right?

The mortar nuclear bomb does not count. Damn, the killing distance is 5 kilometers, the range is 3 kilometers, and it is a typical self-destruction. This does not count.

The most uncomfortable thing about the steel plant is the densely packed tunnels below!

Always be on guard against "rats" coming out from below.

Three hours after the ground troops were fired from the Katyusha rounds...

They only advanced 300 meters!

"Fuck!"

Kennedy threw the pen directly on the map.

"300 meters, how many casualties did we have? 47 killed? 79 injured? With so few of us, we will be damned dead if we advance two kilometers."

He did not say that the police officers were not powerful, they were already very powerful!

RPO-A opened the way and blew up many drug dealers in the buildings, but...those bastards did not know where to crawl out.

"Boss, these drug dealers are obviously not ordinary drug dealers. They have a strong desire to fight and excellent fighting skills. They can lay mines, conduct travelogues, and use the terrain to fight against us. Even the weapons in their hands are very elite, which are different from what we have encountered before." The adjutant frowned and glanced at him, "Can we ask the director for help?" "How to deal with such a place?" Kennedy was unhappy. Street fighting has always been a headache for war commanders. The famous Saigon street fighting during the Vietnam War was that the US military had to carry hundreds of corpses down from above almost every day. Not to mention the later Grozny street fighting. MD, the big Mao was almost beaten to a nuclear weapon. There is video footage of that battle. After watching it, let's put it this way, I would rather die on Iwo Jima than go to a street fight. You have nowhere to hide. "Why don't we try to drop some napalm bombs or... giant bunker busters!" the adjutant whispered, "The director has a lot of treasures."

"If we drop them, the Americans next door will have to attack us!"

It seems that Mexico... has never had a history of bombers, right? No, in 1920, there was the Farmand F-50 bomber, which was so old. After the end of World War II, it was the dog among the three heroes of North America, the dragon, the tiger and the dog, and it was lying down.

The dragon is of course the United States, and the tiger is Canada.

At most, it can bark a few words.

If you have bombers, won't they attack you?

No matter how powerful your ground forces are, you have to break through the border, but with your plane, how far is the straight-line distance from Tijuana to Washington?

Let's not talk about whether you can break through, if you really break through one day, wouldn't it be... civil strife in North America.

Even if you use bombers to bomb drug dealers, the Americans will be unhappy.

In fact, the Russian bear tried to bomb the United States with bombers, and then landed in Mexico to win it over, but you know, if there is a big man living next door with muscular body, and someone says he will protect you a few thousand meters away, who do you think you will turn to?

They didn't have the confidence to go to war with the United States, so they could only reject the olive branch thrown by the Russian bear. That is, Victor came too late now. Twenty years earlier, he would have been the culprit who decided the "three" wars.

Drug control also depends on other people's faces.

This... is really sad.

"Then we can only continue to ask for ground fire support. It would be best if we can use some high-explosive bombs to blow through the bottom of the steel plant directly. Otherwise, let's throw dichloroethyl sulfide, throw hundreds of them, and kill them directly!" The adjutant gritted his teeth.

If you pull out any one of the anti-drug forces here and put him in the Hague prison, you will definitely not make a mistake. They are just like the players of Paradox.

"The director didn't set a date for us, so we should push it slowly, blow up one building at a time, don't disperse, occupy 6 square kilometers, I will tear it down into open space, and fill the tunnels with dichloroethyl sulfide! Either die down there, or get out of here!" Kennedy should be more "restrained".

Firing dichloroethyl sulfide bombs openly, that... will really be a disaster!

"Boss, I think we can ask the director, maybe he will agree to launch dichloroethyl sulfide from the position."

The adjutant looked at Kennedy eagerly.

"The director's morality is very vague!"

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