Working as a police officer in Mexico

Sinaloa was not completely liberated!

The fall of Culiacan can only mean that drug dealers have lost their power in the state, but many towns in the south are still in the hands of drug dealers.

The port city of Mazatlan.

In the courtyard of the city hall.

There were many defeated soldiers sitting there. They looked low in morale, and many of them had blank eyes.

How could a city as big as Culiacan be captured?

It would take a lot of effort for the Northern Army to release hundreds of wild dogs.

My group finally succeeded in "breaking through" and settled here, but where to go next?

The two groups had thousands of people, and now they have just a few hundred people...

"Hey, if only Boss Guzman was here, we wouldn't be like this." A drug dealer wearing a mask suddenly sighed and said.

The companion next to him raised his head and glanced at him, "What's the point of saying this now?"

He looked at a window on the second floor and said, "If the new boss had half the ability of Guzman, we wouldn't be chased out like wild dogs."

All the great powers miss the Qing Dynasty.

Cauldron, your cousins ​​are so incompetent!

"Who do you think you are! My grandfather and Guzman's grandfather are brothers. I am the first candidate to inherit Sinaloa. This boss belongs to me!" At this moment, a roar came from the room on the second floor. spread out.

The sound was so loud that the drug dealers below heard it.

"Guzman is my cousin, and I have a share in it!" Another voice was fighting with him for dear life.

"What does this mean? Then I am still Guzman's biological uncle, so can I!"

The voices of the big guys above gradually became mixed, and then they started arguing with each other.

Is this a fight for power?

"Then let's break up! Each of you takes his own people and leaves. If you are like this, sooner or later Victor will catch you and kill you!"

The drug dealers heard a "curse", and within a minute, they saw a middle-aged man with a fat belly walking out, "Follow me, I have the final say in Sinaloa!"

"Mendez! Do you want to die?" A young man who came out behind cursed, and then went to beat him.

The fat man who was beaten was also angry. The two of them actually started fighting each other in the street in front of hundreds of young men!

this……

Simply bizarre.

In the end, the farce was pulled away by other members of the Guzman family.

Fat Mendes wiped the nosebleed from his face, his eyes darkened, "You bastard, remember this!"

"Bah! You are worthy of a barking dog!" The young man cursed loudly. If someone hadn't been pulling him from behind, he would have gone up to fuck him.

Mendez looked at the drug dealers and said, "Follow me!"

After saying that, he left the city hall with a few of his confidants with dark faces. The drug dealers looked at each other, and a dozen or twenty people walked out of the crowd and followed.

Mendez, who claimed that his grandfather and Guzman's grandfather were biological brothers, looked at the person behind him and almost vomited blood.

"Go to Chihuahua! Go to Juarez. From now on, we will be called the New Sinaloa Group!"

"Yes! Boss!" The younger brothers didn't have the strength to say it, so it was like they were talking casually.

"Don't worry, I know where Guzman still has money hidden. Follow me and enjoy the hot food. I will never treat you badly. When the New Sinaloa Group develops and grows, you guys will be the heroes."

It's such a big cake, I can't even fit it in.

And Mendes isn't the only one.

Without the appearance of a powerful leader, the drug cartel, like many criminal organizations, would suddenly fall into pieces. Everyone wants to be the boss, so they should split up.

The Sinaloa drug cartel, which has dominated the Mexican drug scene for decades, has begun to decline.

It was directly divided into 9 families, all under the banner of Guzman, and many "foreign surnames" of the same master are also starting to make moves. We have soldiers in our hands. This is the key point.

Since ancient times, isn’t it true that the man with strong soldiers and horses is the king? !

Here, history calls: "Mazatlan Separation Incident!"

In fact, the most confused person is the CIA.

Holding the aid, I looked around blankly, hey... the person I wanted to help collapsed internally?

The Mexican branch had no choice but to report it.

In the end, we can only say that this assistance will be handed over to Juarez and the Gulf Group.

Hey~

Sure enough, not everyone is suitable to be the boss!

…

"Ding~ Dear passengers, we have arrived at Tijuana Victor Duke Airport safely. The plane will need to taxi to the designated parking space... Please do not stand up or open the luggage rack..."

This name…

At first glance, it seems that it has been modified.

What was his previous name Abelardo Rodriguez?

Those are all antique figures from the last century.

The world has changed now!

Damien Jarvis, the former 556th major medic of the US Army and now a cadre of the "Mexican Foreign Legion", carefully opened the window and saw that many airline planes could be seen in the airport.

and a terminal that is being expanded.

"I hope this place won't be as disgusting as the air in Louisiana!" Sitting next to him was a young man in his twenties or five, who looked outside and said.

Damien Jarvis turned to look at him.

The young man smiled and held out his hand, "Paul Boymer, once served in the Green Berets."

"Damien Jarvis, are you from Baton Rouge?" He also reached out and shook hands with the two people.

"No, no, no, I'm from Washington. I followed my mother to Baton Rouge, where she rebuilt her family, and when I came back from the military, they had another baby. Bless them."

Damien Jarvis looked at him. The other person spoke very frankly, but as a military doctor, he also knew a little bit about psychology, and he could clearly hear the loss in the other person's tone.

I feel like a superfluous person in this family.

He quickly changed the subject, "I remember that Green Berets can serve until they are 30 years old. Are you voluntarily applying for retirement?"

"I hate the American government, I hate politicians, they start wars, and war is when a mother's child travels thousands of miles to kill another mother's child. I don't know why I fight, justice? Ideal? Or at the negotiating table Bastards?" Paul Boymer spread his hands, "I think I can find my purpose in life."

"I work to liberate all countries oppressed by drugs!"

"And of course the salary is high, damn, they give too much."

Paul Boimer's honesty left Damian Jarvis a bit at a loss for answers.

"Okay, gentlemen!"

Casare, who was sitting in the front, stood up, swaying a little. He smiled at the 182 "American mercenaries" sitting in the cabin and said, "Welcome to the hell of drug dealers, the paradise of anti-drugs, and the city of Governor Victor - Tijuana. !”

"Ouch~"

A Yankee shouted at the top of his lungs, and everyone looked at him.

Casare also smiled, "The beautiful scenery and journey in Mexico will make you scream!"

Just as he was talking, the escalator was lowered with a thud. He looked back and clapped his hands, "Gentlemen! Please take your luggage with you and let's get off the plane!"

A group of people excitedly took down their luggage and walked off the plane in an orderly manner.

After they got off the plane, they saw seven or eight troop carriers waiting quietly. Seven or eight soldiers from the Northern Army were grinning and looked very friendly!

Well, "It's finally here!" Fill in the line baby! 》

Nonsense, of course the enemy is friendly.

If I didn't think the influence was bad, I would have planned to bring some cheerleaders.

What Americans like most is girls.

During World War II, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor and the White House gentlemen tried their best to recruit troops. They thought about using the interests of the country and the nation, but young people would only say, "Fuck you!"

This made the recruitment experts and helpless people very angry. Finally, an angry expert drew some pictures of nosebleeds...

600,000 soldiers soared directly to 13 million!

Americans serve as soldiers for only two purposes, money and women.

"Sir!" The major leading the team stood up straight and saluted immediately when he saw Casare.

"There are 182 warriors in total. Have you arranged where they will go?"

"Reporting to the Culiacan military camp, warriors should go to the bravest place." The major lowered his voice and said, perhaps thinking that Casare was overthinking, he added, "Order from the Supreme Command."

Fatty Ka didn't feel bad, but nodded, "Such a high salary must be given... to show its effect."

I almost said I was going to die!

He glanced at the young hero, but he pretended not to have heard.

There are no officers in the "Foreign Legion". The officers will be sent from the joint combat headquarters. The purpose is to keep this team in hand.

Therefore, the basic salary for these "foreign monks" is almost the same. The minimum monthly salary is 1,000 US dollars +, and more for technical troops.

Much more than what Victor's own troops gave him.

The eldest brother in civil engineering needs to pay more when he begs for food.

With such a high salary, it would be a pity not to send it to the front line...

Anyway, these people don’t need to pay pensions and insurance.

This price is not cheap. During the Gulf War, American soldiers participating in this war had a fixed salary of US$753.9 per month, but if they served for less than four months, they could only receive US$697.2.

"First send them to Tijuana to enjoy the night view. Before killing the pigs, you have to let them have a good dream." Casare couldn't help laughing.

The major who received him also laughed.

The young man Paul Boymer, who had already got into the car, asked the old military doctor Damien Jarvis, "What are they talking about? They look very happy."

"Do you know Spanish?"

"Of course not, but I think maybe he is happy for us, well, definitely." Old military doctor Damien Jarvis murmured to himself.

After Casare chatted with the major for a few words, he turned to whisper to the accompanying bodyguards and saw his younger siblings and mother being "helped" into another car.

He brought his mother with him. His brain is not working well. What is he doing in the United States?

Make a fool of yourself?

The convoy left Duke Victor Airport.

The Yankees were arranged at the "Tijuana Military Camp" in the city center, while Casare didn't even return to his villa and went directly to see Victor.

Here, I would like to add that he lives in Villa No. 2, which originally belonged to the Benjamin Brothers, a Tijuana drug cartel. It can also be seen from these tags that Victor is really good to him.

This villa was given to him. If you want to sell it, no problem at all. It can basically be sold for four to five million US dollars!

"Hi, good evening, Miss Christa Schroeder, you are getting more and more beautiful. Is the boss here?"

Casare got off the car and met the chief secretary downstairs, saying hello with a smile.

Christa Schroeder was also very polite when she saw him. This woman had some sense. She knew that she could not offend the fat man in front of her.

Give ten thousand respects.

If you offend him.

Victor will throw Krista Schroeder away like trash!

Where are the women?

After reaching a certain status, to put it very cruelly, women are just like goods, just for your choice.

But a loyal and obedient companion is more important than anything else.

"Mr. Governor is in the office," Krista Schroeder said.

"Thank you~"

Casare thanked him, held his big belly and ran upstairs. The secretary looked at his back with a hint of envy in her eyes. In the Northern Alliance, he was the only one who could be called the boss.

other people?

Not worthy at all.

At this time, Victor was frowning, holding a cigarette in his hand, and was listening to Jason Bourne's information.

"You mean, the Sinaloa Group is divided internally?"

"Yes!" Jason Bourne nodded, pointing to the map of Mexico hanging behind his back, "There are 9 families in total, located in Sinaloa, Chihuahua, and Coahuila."

Victor noticed something was wrong.

Isn't this a direct transformation from drug dealers to small guerrillas?

If you have money and weapons, you can directly recruit a group of people again. In other words, these 9 people can be divided into 9 forces!

Why does it suddenly look like the end of a dynasty and the rise of all heroes?

Isn’t this the “Mexican Civil War”!

Damn it!

The United States is not in chaos yet, but Mexico is in chaos first?

If this situation spreads, you must know that there are many states in the country where traditional Indians have little goodwill towards the government and are just waiting for an opportunity.

Isn’t this what it is?

What if a rebellion breaks out suddenly!

That’s good…

The government's credibility is instantly destroyed.

It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. Many states in the South are the vanguard of “rebellion”.

Victor was a little bit dizzy.

You're not going to destroy the entire Mexico and then rebuild it, right? That would cost more!

Jason Bourne is also smart. He also noticed something was wrong and shut his mouth immediately, and the office suddenly became much quieter.

After a while, Victor spoke.

"I will seek new help at the United Nations conference. You find someone to label everyone except the Mexican government forces as drug traffickers! We take the moral initiative."

"After Culiacan is stabilized, we will capture all of Sinaloa and not allow others time to develop."

"This is a long-term war, Jason. We will not allow this group of drug traffickers to grow into a rebel organization. We will find ways to provoke conflicts between them and let them kill each other."

It really doesn’t work!

Then do it yourself.

Wang Tu’s hegemony was born in the fighting!

France rose in the hands of Napoleon, and Mexico could also welcome its own emperor!

Dong dong dong~

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Victor was startled and shouted to come in. He saw Casare's familiar fat face coming in, "Boss!"

"Come back? I thought you weren't coming back in the United States." Victor joked, and stood up to look him up and down in person, then patted his belly. "It seems like you have been corrupted by capitalism."

Casare laughed innocently, "Where is the boss? That's where my home is. I will definitely come back."

"You are the only one who can say, how are you? Is there anything unexpected? Sit down, sit down and talk."

As soon as Casare sat down, he said something confusing, "Boss, do you know any good people? I want to find a wife for my mother!"