Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mexican time, September 3, about 1 pm.

After 9 hours of continuous struggle.

The three-layer defense line built by the God's Master in the western suburbs completely collapsed. The drug dealers without a command center could hold on for so long, which was worthy of the money given by Sinaloa.

LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicle drove into the city!

Entering the security war!

Three fully armed northern soldiers sat on it, and next to the infantry fighting vehicle, there was a portrait of Victor.

Meaning: The northern governor descended on his territory!

The streets were deserted.

There were rubble and overturned trash cans, and stray dogs could be seen rummaging through the garbage with their tails between their legs.

There were also corpses, with faces full of fear, obviously suffering inhuman bullying before death.

"Quack~"

The crow stood on the eaves, flapping its wings, curiously watching the army pouring into the city, bang! The scattered gunshots from a distance scared it so much that it ran away with its wings spread out in panic.

Rommel held a cigarette in his mouth, frowned, and looked around.

It was too quiet!

"Ah! Ah!" At this moment, a ragged woman suddenly rushed out of the shop next to her. She screamed in fear, slipped, and trembled as she got up from the ground. Then she heard gunshots.

Several bullets were fired from the shop behind her, killing her directly from behind.

Before she died, her eyes looked at the sky and her lips moved slightly.

"Endom, good shooting, hahaha~"

"Let this woman run around, if she doesn't run, she is a good citizen, and if she runs, she is a drug dealer!"

Two figures walked out of the shop, laughing and joking with each other.

Adjutant Fedor von Bock's heart skipped a beat, and he saw that the two people were wearing the uniforms of northern soldiers, and one of them was an officer!

He turned his head to look at Rommel, and saw his own company commander was furious, "Catch them!"

The two men were still carrying large and small bags, with cigarettes in their mouths, and twisting the belts on their pants. They also saw the 1st Company and wanted to say hello, but they were pressed to the ground by Fedor von Bock and his men!

"Brother, brother, we are from the 3rd Company of the 4th Battalion." The officer said loudly.

The air force did not stop, and airlifted soldiers all night, and directly airlifted the entire 4th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment.

These two are obviously follow-up troops.

"Our battalion commander is Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener."

"Shut up!"

Rommel shouted angrily, jumped off the infantry fighting vehicle, kicked the other party in the chin, and directly broke the other party's dry bones, shouting heartbreakingly.

"Captain, there are seven dead inside, including the woman outside, eight in total, all killed by the M16, two of whom were tied up before they died, and one woman was covered in..." Adjutant Fedor von Bock said with a dark face.

Rommel was furious!

He picked up the whip and whipped another sergeant's face, his face was torn.

"Didn't you remember Governor Victor's repeated orders?!"

"Those who rape women will be killed without mercy!"

"Those who bully the people and rob property will be killed without mercy!"

"Those who leave the team and retreat in fear of fighting will be killed without mercy!"

Every time Rommel said this, their faces turned paler, "Are you looking for death?!"

Victor was very strict about military discipline.

A unit without military discipline is just a guerrilla.

He could restrain the people controlled by the system, but after all, there were still many Mexican natives in the unit.

They may have hidden their animal nature well in the past, but once they encounter the opportunity to be hunters, they will wantonly kill prey!

Human nature is a fucking bastard tester.

If the animal nature is released, it can never be put back.

Troops in various countries in the world have a record of killing innocent people, including the British SAS, known as the "cradle of special warfare". They were once exposed to holding a "killing competition" on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

It's simply shameless!

Not to mention some dictators or warlords in Africa.

A good army can be invincible on the battlefield if it has strict military discipline.

Hearing Rommel's words, the two soldiers turned pale.

"We are from the 4th Battalion, you are not qualified to...judge me." The sergeant shouted in horror.

"In front of the portrait of Governor Victor, the law is equal! I want to see how Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener leads his soldiers. Tie them up and go!"

The two were tied with belts and dragged behind the infantry fighting vehicle.

In a church in Culiacan, Rommel met Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who was covered in wounds. The military doctor was helping him stop the bleeding. He held a bottle of wine in his hand without even blinking his eyelids.

Seeing Rommel coming in, he was startled, and then frowned, "Have you cleaned up your area?"

"Major!" Rommel looked at the wounds on the other's body, and the question in his mouth disappeared immediately. A battalion commander who charged in person was worthy of his admiration.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Seeing that his expression was not right, Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener asked.

Rommel took a deep breath and told what happened just now.

When the other heard it, he felt dizzy. Fortunately, the people around him supported him, "Bastard!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Shoot, take him out and shoot!"

"Battalion commander, the execution of soldiers requires the consent of the command." The staff officer next to him said in a low voice.

"Then report it and apply for shooting!"

"This... Isn't this too ugly? When the whole army is informed, our 4th Battalion will become famous." The staff officer hesitated, "Otherwise, internal execution..."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener kicked him down without waiting for the staff officer to finish, his eyes wide open, "Our 4th Battalion is a famous and meritorious company that followed Governor Victor to fight through the sea of ​​blood and corpses. We are upright and upright, and we will reward our merits and correct our mistakes. This bastard ruined our efforts. I want to let everyone see if we are ashamed!"

"You have no shame, but I still have!"

"Report! Apply for the execution of two people, and dismiss the company commander and battalion commander!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener shouted excitedly, and the wound on his arm burst open again.

The military doctor next to him panicked.

"Go and clean up your area. I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

Rommel stood up straight, "Yes, sir!"

He walked out with his adjutant Fedor von Bock. The two looked at each other, and the latter sighed, "The major is really a real soldier."

"The honor of a soldier comes from the battlefield, not from bullying the weak!" Rommel jumped onto the infantry fighting vehicle in three or two steps, "Let's go and continue to clean up the drug dealers."

When this matter was reported, Kennedy also felt it was difficult, and he threw this problem directly to Victor.

The governor over there had just finished arguing with Elmenjo in the air. When he heard the news, he overturned the table!

The sound was so loud that it could be heard in the office area downstairs.

In the office, Chief Secretary Christa Schroeder, Intelligence Chief Jason Bourne, and Thirteenth Guardian George Smiley were all standing, and Propaganda Minister Goebbels was just thinking about him.

Victor's face was furious, "It's simply lawless!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Chief Secretary Christa Schroeder nodded, and when she was about to convey the order, Propaganda Minister Goebbels suddenly stood up, "Wait!"

Victor frowned and looked at him, and the latter walked to his side, "Sir, maybe we can change the method."

"We should let the people of Culiacán and Mexico see your sincerity."

"What do you mean?" Emperor Wei suppressed his anger.

Goebbels leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear, and Chief Secretary Christa Schroeder and others found that the gentleman's brows slowly relaxed.

I was curious for a while, what exactly was said.

"What you said makes sense, order Kennedy, I will personally go to Culiacán to judge this incident in the central square!"

"Sir, Culiacán is still very dangerous, and the drug dealers have not been eliminated." Jason Bourne hurriedly stood up and said.

"My soldiers are not afraid of danger, what am I afraid of?"

Seeing that Victor was very determined, Jason Bourne could only sigh in his heart, it seems that the front-line troops are busy.

He glanced at Goebbels, the propaganda minister, and didn't know what kind of bullshit plan he came up with.

It was just as Jason Bourne thought.

When Kennedy Heisenberg heard that Victor was going to Culiacan to judge the case in person, he was so scared that he flew there first and took charge of the case himself. He also transferred the remaining soldiers of the 2nd Regiment from the front line to the city to fight for public security.

When Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener heard the news, he was also depressed. He knew that after this incident, he would have to be "stable" for at least a few years.

"Damn it!"

He could only raise his head and sigh helplessly.

The soldiers radiated from the central square to sweep overnight. The organized drug dealers were gone, but there were still occasional resistances. The gunshots lasted for a night before gradually dying down.

At about 10 o'clock the next morning.

Four Mi-8s escorted an S-76 helicopter produced by the American Sikorsky Company and landed on the temporary helipad in the square.

"General!" Kennedy hurried over and saluted.

Victor ordered the army to call him General instead of Mr.

"I am very unhappy about this!"

"It is unforgivable for such a thing to happen in my army. Where is the commander of the 4th Battalion?"

"General!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener hurriedly stood up.

Victor glanced at him and saw his tied hands, his eyes relaxed a little, "I know you, Horatio, how is your injury?"

"I still remember your bravery when you fought with the Tijuana drug cartel on Guadalupe Island. At that time, I thought you must be an outstanding general, but you also have an unshirkable responsibility for this incident."

"General, I..." After being asked by him, the other party was ashamed.

"You go to the Northern Military University as the Dean of Instruction."

This appointment was beyond everyone's expectations.

That is the Dean of Instruction of the Military Academy, and the other is the battalion commander. Is this an exile or a promotion?

It won't be long before he comes out again, and he will be a regimental or division-level cadre!

At present, Victor's army only has four regiments, not a division yet, but after a few months, when the 60,000 new soldiers are ready, they will have to expand their organization.

Kennedy glanced at Horatio Herbert Kitchener. Governor Victor was still so "partial" to his own people.

"Yes!" Horatio was stunned, but quickly responded.

Victor nodded, his expression gloomy, "Let's go, I want to see those two scums!"

A group of people followed him to the square.

…

"A-choo!" Patrick couldn't help sneezing, and his father next to him quickly covered his mouth and made a "hush" gesture to him.

Indicated to him not to make noise.

Although Patrick was still young, he was very obedient. He covered his mouth and looked around. Neighbors and many familiar people gathered in the central square, and there was no end in sight.

He saw a familiar friend and wanted to reach out, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Their whole family was "driven" here early in the morning.

Patrick was still a little confused.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion from the crowd next to him. He looked up in confusion and saw several people walking up to the stage arranged in the square, and one of them looked very familiar.

"Dad, that seems to be the portrait posted on the door of the house." Patrick pointed.

His father was so scared that he quickly held his hand.

"Shh, don't talk."

Patrick nodded, and when he looked up, he saw the man standing in front of the microphone, with a look of discomfort on his face.

"Gentlemen, ladies, I am guilty."

"Hypocritical! Pah!"

"Even if you apologize, Halina's whole family is dead, what's the point of an apology."

"This is Victor..."

Patrick listened to the whispers of the adults beside him, and he also knew who the person above was.

"My soldiers actually brutally killed a family. This behavior is simply shameful and despicable. When I heard it, I was also in pain. We gathered together to rebuild Mexico, and our comrades fell in front of the light. What are we doing for?"

"We fought and sacrificed for the same anti-drug ideal!"

"We hope that the sky in Mexico will be blue every day, we hope that children will have smiles, we hope that people will have dignity, and we hope that the world will listen to the voice of Mexico."

"But these two bastards actually did such a thing, and the sky is angry and the people are resentful!"

"Bring them up!"

The soldiers below dragged the two trembling culprits up, and their military ranks were all removed.

"You two!"

Victor waved his fists vigorously, his face flushed, and pointed at them, "According to military law, shoot!"

Shoot? !

The people below were all stunned when they heard this.

They were in the Sinaloa base camp. When Guzman was there, he promoted the Northern Anti-Drug Force as a wild wolf that "eats people without spitting out bones".

Victor is a warlord, a bastard who only knows how to make money.

There have been cases of corrupt Mexican military and police killing people in the streets before, but only a few hundred pesos were compensated.

This, just shoot?

Victor took the M16 from a soldier and pulled the bolt. Two soldiers looked at him beggingly, but because they had something stuffed in their mouths and were tied up, they couldn't run away at all.

He pulled the trigger directly at the two people.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

30 bullets swept directly on the two people, and the two were shot into sieves.

"I'm here to make three rules for all Mexicans!"

"Anyone in the Northern Army who kills will die!"

"Any citizen who has been bullied by the government and soldiers can contact the Governor's Office directly. I will definitely respond to everyone!"

"Killing my civilians is like killing my parents!!"

Jason Bourne opened his mouth halfway when he heard this. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Goebbels next to him, "Did you teach Mr. Governor?"

Goebbels had a blank expression, "Of course not!"

"But this..."

"He is a genius orator." The other party's eyes were full of fanaticism, "His every move can bring emotions to people. He is like a king on the stage, infecting everyone. If necessary, anyone can sacrifice their lives for him!"

Jason Bourne actually felt a little bit of fear.

Yes, it's fear.

What will happen to a person who relies on his personal charm to incite the whole country to fanaticism in the end? Coercion or obedience?

Will he stop steadily?

Or release his ambition?

World War II has just been over forty years.

Jason Bourne shook his head, and Goebbels next to him looked at him and said meaningfully, "War is nothing more than a collision between ambition and unwillingness."

"One day, all drug dealers will be killed, so where is the ambition?"

"As long as there is evil in the world, Victor will not stop. Jason, is the world really clean?"

"Damn it! You lunatic!" Jason Bourne looked at him, and listening to the other party's calm tone, the intelligence chief actually felt a little chill.

Goebbels smiled and murmured, "The world is too dirty!"

Then let Victor go!

African warlords are bullying the people, crimes in Southeast Asia are gradually rising, European gangs, wars in the Middle East...

Antarctica...

Penguins dare to gather in groups of three, this is the underworld!

Jason Bourne looked at Victor on the stage.

"Sir, calm down!"

...

The crowd in the square dispersed.

But many people's eyes were complicated.

Patrick was held by his father, and he said, "Dad, is Mr. Victor a good man?"

"Of course not, have you ever seen a good man kill someone?" A dirty middle-aged man next to him leaned over and said.

"Andre!" The father frowned and snorted, then patted Patrick's head, "You need to think about these things yourself, what do you think?"

"I think..."

"He avenged Aunt Halina's family, he is a good man."

Children's ideas are always so simple.

The father forced a smile, "Use your eyes to see, Patrick, any truth needs to be observed by yourself."

Patrick nodded, not quite understanding. He leaned on his father's shoulder and turned his head to look at the stage.

That man, standing quietly!

Is he waiting for his people to leave?

Victor's words "The murderer shall die!" were like a bomb, directly blowing up the anxiety of all people in Culiacán.

And those soldiers did not dare to be arrogant.

It magically made this originally somewhat panicked city suddenly calm down.

The Sinaloa base camp listened to the voice of their "emperor".

This bad student has a new class teacher.

At this time, Rommel was also confused.

He got a new commission.

He succeeded Horatio Herbert Kitchener as the battalion commander of the 4th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment!

Promoted to the rank of major!

"I was promoted?"

...