Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 187 Mr. Guzman, where are you? Victor... so fierce!

In a woods four or five kilometers away from the steel plant.

There was a dilapidated hut here, covered with dust and cobwebs. The mouse stuck its head out and looked at the person in the house who had his hands and feet tied and a blindfold on. His face was blank, and after squeaking twice, He boldly climbed towards a man.

"Oh! Shet! Damn it! Damn it!" The man trembled, twisted his body vigorously, and screamed strangely. This sound was very abrupt in the depressing atmosphere, startling the others.

"Bogdan? Bogdan, what's wrong with you!"

"What are you screaming about! Shut up! Idiot, do you want drug dealers to kill us?"

These people are clearly "kidnapped" journalists.

"Something... something got into my crotch! Hurry... help me." The voice of the photographer named Bogdan was filled with tears.

Men...

You can lose face, money, and life, but your lifeblood cannot be damaged.

Hearing his screams, all the male reporters subconsciously raised their sphincters.

"Be patient...and it will be over!"

Bogdan yelled, "Bear your mother! ###%*\u0026*% @%", followed by local slang, which was too dirty.

Ka Dazuo had to say, "Yo Xi" after hearing this.

Chug tug tug…

A burst of gunfire suddenly rang out, and Bogdan's mouth suddenly became silent as if a power button had been pressed.

The only thing that can make people shut up is weapons!

reason?

Only those with weapons can reason.

Look at that little shabby house with hundreds of successful people in suits and ties. Then, as soon as those five people open their mouths, even if it’s fart, the others have to take a deep breath and say, "Big brother said Right!"

The rat in Bogdan's crotch also heard the gunshot, tensed up, ran out of his trouser leg, and ran away with its tail between its legs.

jump!

The wooden door was kicked open from the outside, and the reporters with their eyes tied hurriedly shrank.

"Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency Anti-Terrorism Team!"

The intruder shouted.

This is the same as the FBI in the movie. It actually serves to deter and remind the other party to avoid shooting.

Drug Enforcement Administration?

"Help us! We are reporters!" Bogdan jumped up again. After others took off his blindfold, he looked at the heavily armed anti-terrorism team in front of him and complained, "Oh, damn it. ! You are finally here, Fake! Why are there drug dealers in the back!"

"This world is not safe." Commander Marcus Phoenix shrugged and waved his hand, "Get out, get out!"

"Where are our things?" a reporter asked.

"We are a police force, not caring people. We received news that there is a group of drug dealers here, and our mission is to eliminate them."

Marcus Phoenix looked at his watch and frowned, "If you don't want to withdraw, then you can keep it."

When the reporters heard this, they hurriedly got in the car and left.

Camera?

MD, I will ask my boss for mental damages when I go back!

Hold!

Mexico is a shitty place no more.

Bogdan sat in the police car and looked outside. He suddenly felt that something was wrong. After the car drove away, he suddenly thought.

That drug dealer... why is there no body on the ground?

Bogdan was very smart. He sensed something was wrong. He glanced at the policeman sitting in front of him. A bold idea ran through his mind. Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes in the reflector. Stare at yourself.

The two people's eyes just met.

Marcus Phoenix's eyes look like they could eat a person.

Bogdan quickly lowered his head.

Oh my god! Scared to death.

That drug dealer... came here very strangely. This man looked more like a drug dealer than a drug dealer.

"What's wrong with you?" A fellow reporter asked when he saw him like this.

"No...it's okay, my balls hurt." Bogdan hesitated to say a few words.

Marcus Phoenix, who was sitting in front, smiled when he heard this.

There is no shortage of smart people in this world.

The reporter's identity is very sensitive, but it's not like there are people who have died in Mexico. If you don't obey, you will be shot.

Victor was relatively "merciful". At least he didn't really kill them. He just didn't want them to cause trouble. In other hot spots, he took them all away with a thermobaric bomb.

At worst, apologize afterwards.

No organization would actually start a war for civilians!

And at the same time the capital is Hermosillo.

The drug dealers who couldn't contact Alfredo panicked!

The phone call can't be reached!

The BP machine has not been contacted either.

The people sent to the steel plant disappeared, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

"Gone! All gone! Alfredo must have run away." In the conference room of the city hall, a drug dealer with tattoos on his face said gloomily.

His logo is "Juarez".

"No way! Don't fart, we in Sinaloa can't be deserters."

"Then tell me, where are the others? Why can't they be contacted?"

"Is he... dead?" Someone next to him said suddenly, and everyone fell silent.

The Sinaloa drug dealer turned his head and glared at each other!

"What nonsense are you talking about! Your MD and your boss are dead."

The drug dealer who was scolded did not dare to reply.

"There are more than 1,600 drug dealers in the steel plant, including about 400 people who are unwilling to leave, making up 2,000 people. With so many people, even if the pigs are shot on the ground, they may not be able to kill them all. What can Victor rely on? He lost A nuclear bomb? Were you fooled by him? The signal must be bad and we can’t contact him.”

Just yesterday's huge explosion...

Even if you say you are going to drop a nuclear bomb, the drug dealers will still believe you!

Anyway, there shouldn't be many people who were bombed by nuclear bombs who are still alive, right?

Just when people inside were noisy, the door was suddenly opened, revealing a Los Zetas member with "KY" tattooed on his neck with a solemn face.

"Mr. Alfredo...is dead!"

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"Resistance members and drug dealers in Hermosillo, listen, the steel plant has been captured by the anti-drug forces, and the leader of the Sinaloa drug cartel, Alfredo Beltran Leyva, has been killed. Please surrender immediately! Otherwise, Kill without mercy!"

"The Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency warned the armed men in the city to lay down their weapons and surrender. If they continue to go with the drug traffickers, they will only die."

“We also remind ordinary people to hide at home and wait for the liberation of Hermosillo!”

A Bell 212 helicopter flew over the city, loudspeaker shouting.

There was also a cage hanging below, with Alfredo's head inside, which was displayed to the whole city. In order to prevent the head from shaking, his head was clamped with wooden boards on both sides.

Hmm...my face looks a lot smaller.

The people below raised their heads in shock. They couldn't see clearly, and some even didn't know who Alfredo was.

But they know that there are no more drug dealers in the steel factory!

Sonora is close to Sinaloa. How can you get a good future by hanging out with bad students? Most adult men are almost always involved in drugs. The state has 180,000 square kilometers of land and more than 700 DM plantations. The laboratories for new drugs are even more densely packed.

If it weren't for the fear of others making irresponsible remarks, Victor would have all been humanely destroyed by you.

Mexico cannot use it for at least the past three generations.

They were destroyed by drugs. Even if Victor wanted to govern the place, he couldn't use them, otherwise his efforts would be in vain soon.

Therefore, the political situation in Baja California is that drug addicts and drug traffickers cannot be employed as civil servants, and political review is extremely strict.

"Any action that hinders the anti-drug force is illegal!"

"Knock him down! Shoot him down!" The furious drug trafficker leaders yelled, and the anti-aircraft machine guns mounted on the rooftop aimed at the Bell 212 in mid-air and fired.

But the pilot, who had already discovered something was wrong, suddenly raised the flight altitude, dropped a series of jamming bombs, and walked away towards the distance as if he had pooped out a big pile of shit under his buttocks.

Chicken feathers were left on the ground, and internal turmoil began.

"Mr. Alfredo is dead, what should we do? Who will command us?"

"Where's Guzman? Where's Guzman?"

"Why do you want us in Juarez to fight for your Sinaloa Group's territory? Stop it! Stop it!"

This is the shortcoming of the "rabble". When encountering difficulties, they have to shrink their heads and tail, and even get angry and almost start fighting!

"Hey, hey, put down the gun!"

A group of people from the Spanish intelligence service also heard the broadcast and looked at each other.

"Alfredo died? It was too sudden! I think it must have something to do with the two explosions." Four Eyes shouted.

Marcelinho yawned, "OK, OK, the organization sent you to ask Victor. It's best to catch him and torture him. I have already filed a leave report."

"Hey!" The four-eyed boy waved his hand dissatisfied, and became even more disgusted with this officer's behavior. "You are the leader of the branch. Do you just let us watch the scenery here every day? If we let Victor really finish the drug dealers, a A clean and united Mexico is not in our interest.”

"We want to continue to spread the glory of Spain here!"

The sound of these words made me dig my feet out of the three rooms and one living room in embarrassment.

"The glory of Spain should be in the king's crotch, not on us. Maybe we should manage his lower body, otherwise, we will definitely make a fool of ourselves all over the world when the time comes." Marcelinho spread his hands.

What Spanish glory.

Damn it, I'm from Catalonia, not Spain, what the hell does it have to do with me?

"You idiot!" The boy with four eyes was obviously a royalist. Hearing this, he was very angry and wanted to stand up and challenge him.

"I am a three-time Spanish kickboxing champion. Are you sure you want to beat me?"

When the four-eyed boy heard this, he immediately became quiet and his face turned red, "This is your job!"

"For such a small amount of money, I would like to go to the sea and make a movie."

Marcelinho opened his hand and said, "Give me such a small amount of money to risk my life? Okay, from today on you are the head of the branch. From now on, you have the final say. Don't bother me."

If it weren't for the bank's housing loan, who would be working?

"I must go to the superior to complain against you!" Siyanzi pointed at him and shouted.

"Thank you, remember to ask him to transfer last year's bonus to the card."

Marcelinho spread his hands indifferently.

It looks like I need to change my job.

I don’t know...if Victor needs anyone there.

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