Working as a police officer in Mexico

Baeryata Village!

The deputy company commander looked at the villagers kneeling on the ground in front of him with a ferocious face.

He kicked the village chief in the face. The sole of the boot was very thick, and it was very painful to kick him.

He kicked the other person's face into a dent, and the other person screamed in pain, but it was not over yet. The deputy company commander grabbed his neck and took out a dagger. The sharp blade slowly touched the eyeball in the village chief's terrified pupils.

"I said, I said..." He said in a trembling voice, "In the well, the bodies are all down there!"

The deputy company commander glanced at the soldiers behind him, and a sergeant squad leader waved his hand and took people to find them.

A soldier was lowered down with a rope. There was no water down there, and the other party saw the piled up bodies at a glance!

It had begun to smell foul, and mosquitoes began to bite. The soldier almost vomited and raised his head, "Found it!"

Puff...

The deputy company commander stabbed the village chief's eyeball with force!

The tip did not penetrate the skull.

"Ah!!!"

The village chief pushed the other person away and rolled on the ground, twitching like an earthworm, frightening the villagers kneeling on the ground and trembling.

When all the bodies were dragged up, the village chief had died, with a dagger stuck in his head.

The deputy company commander looked at the bodies one by one, but his face was calm.

"Mayed's head." The sergeant brought the lieutenant's head over, and the latter's face was still in shock and... regret before his death.

In fact, the deputy company commander also had a grudge against him. An incompetent general is a disaster for the three armies!

This lieutenant joined the army after graduating from the University of Monterrey, but this school is really too good. Because of his clean background and excellent academic qualifications, he was directly promoted.

He became a lieutenant platoon leader of the 16th Regiment of the Northern Army and had very little combat experience.

This is very common in the armies of many countries. Your platoon leader may not be better than you in military ability, but he must be better at studying than you.

It is also a necessary process in modern warfare. You can't let illiterate students operate those high-tech weapons, right?

RPG and rifles are not difficult.

But if you operate artillery, you can't even mark the punctuation well.

Can you eat what others give you in the enemy-occupied area?

If you are a veteran who has been fighting in the north, you will bring your own rations.

The disadvantage of student soldiers is that they think this society is too beautiful!

In the final analysis, there are too few experienced soldiers.

For example, in World War II, the Italian army once couldn't find a warehouse suitable for storing explosives. They thought that the church would not be attacked by the Allied air force, so they piled hundreds of tons of explosives in the San Nazaro Church in the middle of the city.

The Italian army was still smart. The Allies did not bomb the church, but the spire of the church was unfortunately struck by lightning... In the end, the entire city was instantly blown away by one-fifth due to the explosion!

After so many battles, only Italy has no experience.

But the lieutenant is incompetent, which does not mean that anyone can persecute the Northern Army!

The deputy company commander took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "No matter men or women, old or young, all were slaughtered, and their heads were hung at the village gate."

"Dare to persecute the Northern Army, this is the end!"

The sergeant squad leader hesitated, "Then what should be written in the report?"

The deputy company commander pondered, "I will propose to Captain Ludwig Beck to report the deeds of Lieutenant Mayed and others as being ambushed by drug dealers!"

Being poisoned to death is really...

Outrageous, outrageous to the extreme.

It's even more outrageous than the bombing of the Air Force Marshal in World War II.

"Do it cleanly, even if it's a donkey, it must be humanely destroyed!"

The Northern Army, which had long been angry because of the sacrifice of its comrades, was like a wild beast released.

The heavy machine gun on the armored vehicle pulled the bolt, and the drug dealer villagers kneeling below immediately felt something was wrong.

"They are going to kill us, run!!" Someone yelled, got up from the ground, turned around and ran in panic.

The machine gunner pulled the trigger and killed them all at once!

Gliana was behind, half-opening her mouth, bang~

A bullet hit her abdomen, and her body fell like wheat. She tried to open her eyes, and could feel the vitality in despair, and her breathing was particularly heavy.

"This world is too bad, I won't come back in the next life."

Gliana closed her eyes and stopped breathing.

If you want to blame, you can only blame this world for being too fucked up!

In war, no matter who you are, they are like duckweed, and they will fall down when the wind comes.

History is like a wheel rolling...

Crushing anyone!

No matter whether you are a good person or a bad person, you are all dead souls under the tracks.

At this time, the commander of the B Company of the 16th Regiment, Ludwig Beck, led four platoons and more than 200 people to rush to the Guadalajara Poor House.

They exchanged fire with drug dealers 1 kilometer away!

The cross on the poor house can be seen clearly.

And there is heavy firepower!

There must be a big fish in it.

Ludwig Beck seemed to see his military medals shining, holding the M16 and leading a platoon to charge and attack!

In general, in the army, those with A or I are elite.

"Captain, be careful!" A corporal following behind rushed to Ludwig Beck. A shell exploded not far away, and the shock wave almost knocked him unconscious. He shook his head and patted the face of the other person behind him, "Vent, Vent!"

"Fuck NMD!"

"Bazooka!! "

Ludwig Beck was very angry and shouted at the soldier carrying the SMAW bazooka.

The other party bent over and ran over, unloaded his weapon and handed it over.

Assisted in loading.

The SMAW rocket launcher squatted and aimed at the firepower point above the poorhouse.

New explosive bomb!

One shot whizzed out, and in just a few seconds, the cross of the poorhouse was hit!

Jesus tied on it could not have thought that he would suffer such treatment thousands of years later.

The cross weighing hundreds of pounds fell directly down, and the drug dealers' firepower point lying on it suffered a catastrophic disaster!

Three or four people were unable to dodge and were crushed into meat patties.

"Pull it out, pull it out!" The auxiliary soldier behind him shouted excitedly.

Ludwig Beck threw away the SMAW rocket launcher and waved his hand, "Follow me! Take down the poorhouse!"

"Cow" Jose Armando ran anxiously with a gun, but he didn't pay attention and bumped into a drug dealer at a corner.

He was a little out of breath.

"Sorry...sorry, sir." The drug dealer was so scared that he stammered.

Jose Armando waved his hand, "It's okay, where's the boss?"

"Inside." The drug dealer pointed to the house.

Armando patted his shoulder, holding his sore ribs. He was hit hard just now. When he entered, he saw El Mencho taking insulin.

Once his mood was unstable, his blood pressure was a little difficult to control, and the private doctor was trembling beside him.

"Is my condition wrong?"

The private doctor hesitated and nodded, "It's a bit like diabetic foot. If it's not controlled, it will have to be amputated."

Amputation? !

Armando's pupils condensed when he heard this. He knew that El Mencho was illiterate and he couldn't even read!

Not to mention the harm, he drank more than 1000 ml of Pepsi every day after the diagnosis. Um...

Now the wound on his foot can't heal, he is really panicking!

But as a trusted younger brother, Armando knows better that the private doctor is going to suffer!

Sure enough!

El Mencho was quiet for a while, then suddenly he jumped up, pressed the private doctor's head on the table, picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it!

One!

Two!

The skin was torn!

Are you also an ashtray god?

After a few hits, the private doctor was out of work and fell to the ground with blood all over his face.

El Mencho was very proud and could not accept the consequences of his amputation, and he always had to vent...

He threw the bloody ashtray on the ground, sat on the sofa, picked up the Coke on the table and drank it all!

"Boss, the Northern Army is coming, let's... retreat, the distance is less than one kilometer." Armando asked in a low voice.

In fact, he was going to run away a long time ago. El Mencho was a master at running away. Even if the Americans later found the "Father of the Flying Man", they could never find him.

But the main reason for not running away now is...

An accidental wound appeared on the leg, and then it festered!

It's really...

It's comparable to Guzman's cerebral hemorrhage.

"Have someone carry me!" El Mencho whispered, but Armando still heard the panic in his tone.

1 kilometer, a fart of time, if he was really caught, with the cruelty of Victor from the North, he would not sympathize with him!

Victor has said on TV more than once that he would torture the extremely cruel El Mencho + bathe him in sulfuric acid!

That is to scrape his body with hundreds of knives, and then soak it in sulfuric acid!

Victor, this son of a bitch, I RNM!

How can El Mencho not panic?

Pride is pride, but he also has to save his life, and his money has not been spent yet.

Armando asked someone to carry him to the car with a stretcher, but when he heard the gunshots getting closer, a drug dealer ran over in a panic, "Boss, the door is blocked by the Northern Army!"

"Run to the back door!"

A group of people ran from the back in a hurry...

There were only two or three cars, and the others were left to fate!

But not long after they ran out, they were ambushed!

A rocket directly hit the front car, boom! !

The crow is on a plane!

It turned into a fireball and rolled down from the roadside, and the drug dealer inside didn't even scream.

Squeak! !

The wailing sound of the brake pads.

El Mencho, who was sitting in the back, hit his head on the front seat, which gave him a headache. If it were in the past, he would definitely curse and even kill his younger brother.

But now...

"Retreat! Back! Back quickly!!"

He finally panicked.

Ludwig Beck is not a fool. He served in the first regiment before and was later transferred to the 16th regiment as a company commander. He is a rare experienced general.

The veteran who survived the "Tijuana Siege" and "El Cillo Steel Plant" must have some skills. When he attacked, he was afraid that the other side would run away and let people go around!

After the convoy came out, a rocket launcher came directly.

The driver was sweating profusely, and he shifted into gear and backed up, but the car behind him was too stupid to react and crashed into him!

The hood of the car behind him flew up.

The Northern Army ambushed on the side of the road shouted and rushed forward!

"Capture El Mencho alive!"

The bodyguard was shot to pieces as soon as he got out of the car!

Jose Armando in the car behind him saw that the situation was not right, so he opened the door and rolled down the road, not caring about the boss at all.

He ran away first.

He was not determined to live and die for the boss.

What a joke, the boss is dead, so why not just replace him?

El Mencho's cousin, Alexie Luis Cervantes, the new generation intelligence chief of Jalisco, didn't have this luck.

He was also a passionate man. He didn't surrender, but rushed down with weapons to fight back!

Then...

Bang!!!

He was blown to pieces by a rocket launcher at close range!

El Mencho, who was hiding in the car, looked at this scene with a blank mind.

He was scared!

The Northern Army was too NMD and brutal.

He shuddered and shouted loudly to the outside, "Surrender! I surrender! I am El Mencho!!"

The car door was opened, and a Northern Army soldier wearing sunglasses and fully armed grabbed his hair and lifted him down from the car.

"I am useful, I am El Mencho..."

The soldier picked up the butt of the gun and smashed it on his head!

And there were three other bodyguards who were not killed and were tied up.

Ludwig Beck, who came from behind, was very surprised!

He pulled El Mencho's hair and looked at his face.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it was really you!"

"Mad dog, El Mencho."

At this time, he had long lost the arrogance he had on TV before, and his eyes were still pleading.

"Quick, send a victory report to the division commander!"

Ludwig Beck grinned happily.

He was going to get promoted and make a fortune.

When the commander of the Third Division, Alexievich Brusilov, received the news, he was also confused.

How long has it been?

The new generation of leaders of Jalisco State were directly captured?

Is this not a oolong incident?

He asked several times and got a confirmed answer. He was very happy and asked someone to pass the news to the command post.

The chief of the guard, Joseph Joffre, rushed into the command post with a happy look on his face.

Inside the house, staff officers at all levels were nervously assessing the battlefield situation, while Victor sat quietly.

He sat there, giving people a sense of security.

"General, El Mencho was captured by the front-line troops!"

Joseph Joffre couldn't help but raise his voice several degrees.

Victor was startled, and the Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others also stopped talking and turned their heads in unison.

Dozens of eyes were looking at him, and even though Joseph Joffre had a good mental quality, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"El Mencho?" Victor spoke.

Joseph Joffre nodded.

"Hahaha!"

The Emperor stood up and laughed.

"What's going on? Tell me in detail, come and listen."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others came over.

"It is said that El Mencho's blood sugar continued to rise, and he had diabetes and could not move. When he wanted to run away, he was caught by our people." Joseph Joffre has a military style and speaks very simply.

Victor's face froze, looking at the other party, and the other party also looked at him, staring at each other.

The process was not tortuous at all, and it could even be said to be dull, but... a drug dealer boss was arrested because of illness.

Everyone in the command post was a little bit amused.

"It seems that destiny is on my side!" Victor said with a smile, "This shows that from the perspective of the right time, right place and right people, we can liberate the entire Mexico in no time!"

Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others applauded immediately. If they didn't applaud, they would be ungrateful. The general's words were right.

"Announce this matter to the public, let the Mexican News Agency broadcast the whole process live, escort him to Tepic, I will sentence him in public!"

"Order the Third Army Division to chase and fight hard, don't let the drug dealers in Jalisco have a chance to turn the tables, order the two regiments of the Second Army Division to support the Third Division!"

Originally, I was thinking of hitting the arrogance of the drug dealers, well, now I just killed the boss, what are you waiting for!

Liberate Jalisco directly!

Absolutely don't give them a chance to catch their breath again.

By then, there will be more benefits, not to mention that it can increase the income of a state, and here is closer to Mexico City!

Ambition is also closer!

The most important thing is that the Northern Army Navy has several more outlets to the sea, and can even build a home port when needed!

Aircraft carrier?

The United States can have it, why can't Mexico?

The Japanese bastards can have it, why can't Mexico?

When the time comes, if they dare to talk nonsense!

Let them know what it means to be a king, a general, or a minister! ! !

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