Working as a police officer in Mexico

The fire in the Sierra Madre Occidental has been burning for 47 hours!

Thick fog turned the sky black.

Many flights have been suspended...

The same fire affected about 600,000 people at the foot of the mountain. Those with families and families could only flow into the city, causing a great impact on employment and social stability.

The original population of Tepic, an important town in southern Sinaloa, was only about 30,000 people. Now more than 150,000 people have poured in. The streets are filled with civilians lying everywhere. Children in the arms of their parents look at the world blankly.

Even in the name of expelling drug dealers for the people, Victor cannot completely curb the harm of war to civilians to a large extent.

A Spanish research institution shows that the anti-drug war launched by Victor has caused the displacement of at least more than 2 million ordinary people, and more than 30,000 of them died in the war.

For those with power and money…

For people at the bottom, it is an escape.

"Mom, I'm hungry." A man who looked like a child with Down syndrome held the hand of the old woman next to him tightly, his words a little panicked.

The old woman was hunched over and looked haggard, even her teeth had fallen out. But in fact... she was only fifty years old, so she had to live her life.

Hearing her son's words, she patted her son's hand and said, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, there will be food to eat, there will be food to eat."

"Old woman, I have a place to eat here. Does your son want to come?" At this moment, a slightly frivolous word came.

The old woman turned her head and saw four or five tall and thick men with an eye tattooed on their hands standing behind them, with sinister eyes but a smile on their lips.

He doesn't look like a good person.

"No... no need." The old woman looked at him and shook her head in fear. She was very cautious. She had encountered people who had ideas about her son more than once.

A fool...

A healthy fool...

A fool with all the organs in his body intact!!

If the United States is the country that provides the most blood in the world, then Mexico is on the upper end of the scale, constantly providing them with breeding pigs.

hey-hey…

When the big guys on Wall Street and Silicon Valley get sick, how can they easily replace their organs?

The old woman dragged her son and ran away.

The man behind him glanced at the people on both sides, and the boys rushed forward, preparing to rob people on the street!

The folk custom is still tough.

As soon as the child with Down syndrome is grabbed, he will be dragged away.

"Mom, mom!" the other party shouted in horror, raised his hands and shouted loudly.

The old woman pulled in panic.

"Get out of here, old woman!" The younger brother kicked him over and sent him flying away. One of them was a big man, and the other was a candle in the wind. This kick was not light, and he might have killed him.

"Mom! Mom!" the child with Down syndrome cried.

The pedestrians on the road next to him were numb, and some had unbearable expressions on their faces, but they all shrank their heads after seeing the opponent's formation.

In Mexico…

Not a good person!

"Take him away, hey, sell the organ. There is a rich man in Europe who has a heart problem. It's not too much to ask for $300,000 for this young man's heart!" The leading man said to the younger brother with a smile.

Turn around and leave.

The boy next to him was like a wolf and a tiger, "Get out of the way, don't block the road!"

The old woman who fell on the ground vomited blood, stretched out her hand, and shouted hoarsely, but she could only watch the other person leave.

Someone couldn't help but help her up. She begged, "Please, save my child, save my child!"

"I'm sorry." The middle-aged man supporting her shook his head.

The old woman was heartbroken...

He fell to the ground, his eyes were blank, and it was as if his soul had been taken away. People passing by could only shake their heads, but soon no one paid attention anymore, everyone wanted to live...

Who cares whether others live or die.

"Child, child..."

Dududu~

A sharp horn sounded, urging the people around to get out of the way. The old woman raised her head and saw a convoy of about a dozen cars approaching, with the national flag and the flag of the Governor-General of Northern Mexico hanging.

There were armored vehicles behind him.

This is a big shot!

The old woman didn't know where she got the strength. She stood up holding the wall and rushed towards the middle of the road.

There were exclamations from both sides of the road.

There was a sharp brake sound, and the front of the car was only a few centimeters away from the old woman. She opened her hands, trembling all over.

The co-pilot quickly got a man out and looked at her nervously, "Hey, you..." As if he thought of something, he swallowed back the curse words, "Are you okay?"

Not killed? !

The old woman was startled, then she knelt on the ground and started crying, "Sir, please help me, please help my son, please!"

"Saphir, what's going on?" A man walked up from the car behind and asked with a frown.

"Captain, this..."

"My son was taken away. He is a fool. He is a fool. Please save him. Those people are going to arrest him and sell him for his organs." The old woman kowtowed vigorously. Seeing blood, she cried out and even reached out to grab the feet of the man in front of her.

She knew this was her only chance.

"Saphir, help her up, I'll report to the general."

The captain had a gloomy face and walked to the back of the car. The window opened, revealing Victor's face. Jason Bourne bent down and told the story.

"waste!"

Victor's eyelids twitched and he pushed open the car door. Jason Bourne quickly held the door and let the boss come out.

"Go and arrest all the people Tepic can talk to."

Victor's tone was very direct, but he was very dissatisfied.

His special plane did not go to Tijuana, but came directly to Sinaloa, taking hundreds of security personnel straight to the front line, but the whole journey was simply appalling!

The local government's disaster relief capabilities are extremely poor, and people are still dying on the road.

And after he entered Tepic, this small town on the front line became even more chaotic. It was unorganized, and the refugees had no one to guide them. It was a mess, and she even saw people robbing people in the street.

I can’t bear it anymore, CNMD!

Victor walked to the car and saw many people surrounding him on both sides. There was no hope in their eyes at all.

The old woman on the ground was still kneeling and kowtowing vigorously.

The security guard named Saphir was holding her, but for fear of injuring her, Victor walked over, patted his hand, motioned for her to stand aside, squatted down, and helped him personally.

"Get up, don't kneel, the people of Mexico are not puppets of the old world, get up."

The old woman raised her head and saw a man clearly with her turbid eyes. He was not very handsome, but his smile was really contagious. He helped her up hard and dusted her pants without disgust at all.

"Victor? Mr. Victor! This is Mr. Victor!" There was a young man wearing glasses on the roadside. The face became more and more familiar to him, and he finally shouted out.

Tepic used to be the base camp of the Sinaloa drug cartel. It was strictly forbidden to show Victor on TV. Anyone who wanted to watch Northern TV was like "climbing a wall" later.

But he is too famous after all...

Who in the world doesn’t recognize you now?

This name made the surrounding refugees stunned for a moment, but then they all gathered around. Jason Bourne immediately became nervous, "Don't crowd, don't crowd!"

A stampede was about to happen.

Victor asked for a loudspeaker and stood directly on the roof of the car. "My compatriots, please stay where you are, don't crowd around, and be careful of women and children."

He shouted repeatedly, and finally the crowd slowly stabilized.

There are at least a thousand people standing around here!

They raised their heads and looked at the man standing on the roof of the car.

Victor looked at their eyes and felt his whole body tense up and there was a lot of pressure on his shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm late!" His voice was filled with guilt and trembling.

The accompanying president of the Mexican News Agency, Hernandez, quickly picked up the camera to record the scene. As a reporter, he had a premonition that a classic would happen next.

"I never imagined that I would have such trash under my hands!"

"As officials, they didn't settle you down as soon as possible. It's simply shameful! Shameful! Shameful!"

Victor raised his hands excitedly, "I'm very heartbroken. What's heartbreaking is that my compatriots have lost their homes. It's heartbreaking that my siblings have lost their loved ones. Seeing the way you are, I feel like they are slapping me in the face."

He hit himself hard in the face several times.

"In the past, those drug dealers and gangs were unscrupulous, but now, they kidnapped a mother's child in public. This almost makes me blush. Why did I and my soldiers raise an army? Isn't it just to let thousands of people Let our compatriots regain their dignity so that they don’t have to kneel down!”

"Let them hold their heads high and say to anyone that he is Mexican!"

"What I want to overthrow is this cannibalistic world. If I come and the world remains the same, then what will I do? My soldiers died on the battlefield, and my comrades died on the anti-drug front line. What are we doing for this?"

"Isn't it just so that children can read, so that the elderly can enjoy their old age, and so that young people don't have to commit crimes to make a living?"

"Whoever bullies you is like bullying me!"

Victor pointed his hand at a man, who was wearing a shirt and followed by many people. When he was pointed at, his whole body froze, his face showed an awkward smile, his face turned red, but he smelled of alcohol.

"Are you the mayor of Tepic?"

"I...I am, General."

"Didn't the Governor's Office approve funds for you?"

"Approved...approved."

"Where's the money! Are you going to let my compatriots sleep on the street every day? Where's the tents? Where's the medicine? Where's the food?" Victor yelled loudly.

But the other party didn't know anything about it.

"I'm asking you to borrow something now."

"General, you...you want you to take it. Don't ask me to borrow it. Please give me another chance. I will make arrangements right away." Mayor Tepic said hurriedly.

"I'll lend you your life!" Victor said with dark eyes.

Jason Bourne went up and kicked the opponent down, dragged his head to the ground, took an ax from the team member's hand, raised it, and chopped it directly towards his head!

puff!

Very sharp.

The head was divided directly.

Blood splashed all around. Jason Bourne calmly touched the blood on his face, spit, stood up, and kicked his head to the side.

Mayor Tepic stared hard.

It frightened others.

The refugees all watched quietly.

"I will kill anyone who is not good to my compatriots! From now on, Tepic will distribute food and medicine, and the injured will be sent to the rear hospitals. I, the order, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth The group is coming closer to me!”

"Border cities are on full combat readiness!"

"Jason, take people to put down that organ-selling gang and hang the heads of the mayor and those bastards on the street. I want to see who the hell dares to hold me back at this time. !”

The whole street was filled with Victor's hysterical roar.

The crowd was quiet for a moment.

Then someone raised his hand, "Long live the general!"

"Long live the governor!"

The cheers rang out, thousands of people cheered at the same time.

They were saved, they survived.

And Victor looked at the first person who shouted with deep eyes, the man with glasses who just recognized him, a talent, quite smart.

Jason led his men in the TPz-1 armored vehicle, led by the "locals", and rushed straight to the criminal organization called "One-Eye".

Inside a small western-style building.

Under the TPz-1 armored vehicle, no matter what gang or bird gang you are, they all turned into ruins.

The most famous question in the 21st century, who is more powerful, a warlord or a gangster boss?

Let's put it this way.

It's fifty-fifty.

Five minutes, five guns, and the gangster boss died five times!

The person who asked this question is really a fool. How awesome is Al Capondo of the United States? He killed people everywhere with a Thompson submachine gun on the streets. For this reason, this gun is also called the "Chicago Typewriter".

Such an awesome person, you have to kneel down when you meet the army!

"I... we have someone behind us." The boss who kidnapped Tang's child vomited blood and brought some waste residue. Obviously, his internal organs were broken.

Jason Bourne stepped on the other's head with one foot, "There is God behind the Vatican. Do you have someone? Is your head big enough?"

He stepped hard and heard the sound of the skull cracking. It was obvious that he was injured before. This step directly crushed him to death.

Jason led people into the basement. It was dark. When the lights were turned on, many people around took a breath of cold air. Even those who were used to big scenes could not stand it.

There were utensils on the shelves, and inside were soaked brains, hearts, livers, kidneys, etc., with prices and transportation destinations posted below.

And in a huge cage.

A dozen men and women were tied up like dogs...

Jason Bourne clenched his fists, his face unsightly.

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"This thing doesn't seem to be made of gold." Otto Karjus bit the medal in his hand, leaving a tooth mark on it, and said twice, "Americans are stingy."

The driver Kurt Konispel smoked calmly, as if he had known it for a long time.

"I called home this morning, and my parents said that the governor rewarded us 1 million pesos! He also found a security position for my dad in a government department, and my little brother was sent to the best elementary school in Mexicali." The driver Michel Wittmann said with a smile.

"Hehe, the governor is still polite, knowing what the brothers want. For such a general, I can work for him all my life!" Otto Karjus grinned.

"They are like a bunch of dogs." A mocking taunt came.

The crew of the "Anubis" looked over and saw a dozen Spaniards standing not far away, pointing and talking loudly, "Country people."

The hot-tempered Otto Karjus frowned and was about to retort, but was held down by the captain Kurt Konispel, "Don't do it, they are more than one, let's talk about it when we get back."

Otto took a deep breath and didn't want to pay attention.

The Spaniards on the other side saw that he didn't dare to retort, and cursed even more.

Spain ruled Mexico for about 300 years, from 1519 to 1821. The Spanish conqueror Cortes defeated the Aztec Empire in Mexico with only 600 troops, which was regarded as a shame by many people.

The most important thing is that the Spanish rule implemented high pressure, which was basically a policy of brainwashing and killing, causing many tragedies.

The two gangs had many quarrels.

It would be strange if they could enjoy watching each other.

"Mexico belongs to Spain, Victor will be killed sooner or later!" The leading Spaniard suddenly raised his hand and said loudly.

The tank commander Kurt Konispel turned around and threw the medal over, grabbed a stick next to him, rushed towards the other party, and hit him hard, knocking the other party unconscious!

Otto Karjus and Michael Wittmann looked at each other and rushed up with a roar.

3 people VS 11 people!

Kurt Konispel stared at the Spanish lieutenant who scolded Victor, strangled his neck, and punched him hard on the head, his eyeballs were about to burst.

"Fight! Fight!" The coalition forces in other places around didn't know whether they were excited or excited. Anyway, there were people cheering next to them, and they were also a group of people who didn't mind making trouble.

And in a large cafeteria a few hundred meters away.

The atmosphere was also very stiff. Rommel's 2nd Battalion was eating, and opposite them were the Spaniards...

I don't know what the Americans eat!

Can these two gangs sit together?

Fortunately, there were people from other countries sitting in the middle as a buffer zone, but the two sides still looked at each other.

"Not good!"

A Spaniard ran in, a little panicked, and shouted loudly, "Mexicans are beating our people, go help!"

The Spaniards on the other side stood up immediately, and Rommel was also startled.

"Kurt Konispel and the other two are still outside." Deputy Battalion Commander Fedor von Bock's face changed.

Erich Manstein kicked the dining table away, grabbed a chair and threw it at the Spaniard, "Fuck XMMM!"

John Basilone, nicknamed: Machine Gun Immortal, may have gained confidence on the battlefield. He roared with an iron bench, rushed over, and slapped a Spanish sergeant on the head.

"Fuck him!"

"Beat them!"

Rommel stood on the chair, "The first company went to the left, the third company went to the right, and the fourth company locked the door! Damn, no one is allowed to return to the camp until the Spaniards are killed today."

The cafeteria suddenly became chaotic!

Thousands of people started fighting. Some American troops tried to separate the two sides, but the ones with red eyes were directly involved in the battlefield.

Fight together!

It's like two dogs fighting together. If you go to start a fight, you are guaranteed to be bitten.

There is only one way...

Watch them finish.

Historically known as: The Mexican-Mexican Revolutionary Battle in the Arifjan Base Canteen!

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