Working as a police officer in Mexico

Zacatecas is located on a plateau at an altitude of more than 2,700 meters.

Many infrastructure facilities are not in place, and power outages are common.

For example, today...

The whole city has a power outage, and the only entertainment facilities such as bars can only be dispersed in an unsatisfactory way.

Alvaro Valdo was drunk at the door.

He urinated in the street without caring.

When there were passers-by, he was arrogant and sprayed them with a "water pipe". Those with bad tempers rolled up their sleeves to beat him.

But this guy was shameless and arrogant, "Hit me! Come and hit me, if you hit me, I will go to your house tomorrow and fuck your wife! I will ask people to take turns to do it!"

Many people were very angry when they heard this, but they really didn't dare to touch him.

Alvaro Valdo has a North American crested falcon tattooed on his arm. This is the national bird of Mexico, and it also symbolizes the power of the local "original inhabitants" of Zacatecas State. It is a totem.

Meaning, he belongs to a traditional tribe in the state.

Robbery, drug planting, rape, all kinds of evil.

Taking advantage of the terrain, they are almost local tyrants.

There are more than 100 families in the Philippines, they control the economy, politics, etc., and in Zacatecas, these tribes are the masters.

And because of intermarriage, the relationship cannot be said to be particularly good, but it is not to the point of shouting and killing, excluding all foreign races, so... ordinary people really dare not provoke them.

The provoked person was finally pulled away by his friends.

Alvaro Valdo screamed twice with pride, put the bird away, and staggered to other places to find trouble. As long as he wants, he can do whatever he wants!

Taking the "drunkard step", taking off his clothes, waving and shouting on the street, a shit came to his head, and he squatted on the ground and started to shit...

This is on the street.

Don't feel embarrassed...

Drunkards are like this.

I'm ready to pull up my pants after pooping, wipe? What the hell…

Anyway, the power went out in the dark, and no one would know.

But suddenly…

The sky was bright!

He looked up blankly, and saw that the sky was a little dazzling!

His butt was a little cold.

The next second…

The whole city was filled with the sound of rapid horns.

He was dizzy, and when the wind blew, his eyes went from confused to clear.

Air raid alarm? !

Air raid!

He ran, but before he could pull up his pants completely, his feet slipped, and he didn't stand firmly, and sat on his own shit, almost "yue", and before he could get up.

He heard the roar of the engine in the air.

Alvaro Valdo raised his head, and his pupils shrank.

In the sky, he saw more than a dozen large... planes in the air.

At this time…

Berlin's exclusive BGM "A Kiss for the End of Time" sounded.

"The Northern Army is coming!!!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, he himself didn't know why, maybe it was fear...

Many people ran out of the house in panic.

Some of them were wrapped in sheets, some were wearing underwear, and even women ran out naked.

Start to run for their lives!

"Swish!~"

A sharp, piercing whistle sounded in the air.

The Northern Army started to drop bombs!

From above, the people below were like little ants.

The solidified incendiary bombs were thrown down as if they were free (they didn't cost money in the first place), and Alvaro Valdo ran very fast. At this time, he was sober, his drunkenness was better, and he didn't act crazy when drunk.

At least he didn't rush towards the gasoline bomb.

But you can't run away anyway.

Bang~!

The two shells fell accurately less than 30 meters in front of him.

"OMG!" Alvaro Valdo only had time to say these few words with his eyes wide open, and a ball of fire was reflected in his pupils, rushing towards him, and in an instant, it engulfed him.

He didn't even scream.

The explosions that followed one after another, accompanied by thick flames, burned the entire city brightly.

"Ah! ! Ah!!"

With a shrill scream, a figure ran out of the sea of ​​fire with fangs and claws. The face could not be seen clearly. Fire was coming out of the mouth, nose and even eyes. When walking on the road, the ground was full of blood.

Just two steps later...

The body collapsed.

The whole person was smoking and had died.

Napalm bombs will form a jelly when they encounter cold air. Napalm bombs are bombs filled with napalm, and the internal fuel is a jelly made of gasoline and other chemicals. This jelly will become more viscous when it encounters cold air, forming a layer of jelly12.

When the napalm bomb explodes, it will produce high-temperature flames and form a layer of flames that splash around, with a temperature of about 1000 degrees Celsius.

The incendiary agent will stick to other objects and burn for a long time, even up to 10 minutes.

When this incendiary agent burns in the air, it will rapidly consume the nearby air and oxygen, produce a large amount of nitrogen monoxide, and cause people to suffocate.

You can't put it out at all. When the wind blows, the whole city is caught in a fire carnival...

In De Remono, Guadalajara, only 30 kilometers southwest of the capital Zacatecas, this small town has only about 12,000 people, and they were all sleeping in a daze.

Boom!

The huge explosion startled them all, thinking that another armed force had come in. It was the same sound when the Northern Army came in.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" A woman sat on the bed holding her two children, patting their backs and comforting them gently, but her eyes were filled with fear.

Beside the window, a man squatted half-crouched. He looked at the "Fire Cloud" in the distance, carefully looked around, and after a few glances, he turned back and said, "It's not our place, it seems... Zacatecas."

"That's the territory of the Institutional Party over there. It must be the Northern Army carrying out air strikes..."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, but then she said worriedly, "What should we do? The distance is only 30 kilometers. The war will not affect us, right?"

"What are you afraid of? We belong to the territory of the Northern Army now. Who can attack us? There are two battalions stationed next door. It is very safe." The man saw that he was not fighting a war, so his tone became much more relaxed.

"You guys should go back to sleep. You'll know what's going on by watching the news tomorrow."

The woman nodded, hugged the child and lay down again for a while, humming a well-known Mexican lullaby, with a bit of confusion in her tone and infinite longing for the future life.

"Santos, our family will always be together, right?"

The man who was still squatting beside the bed responded casually, "Of course! Our whole family will be together."

In the dark…

The woman smiled reassuringly.

Not only did Delemono hear it, the sound of the explosion radiated 200 kilometers around, and the raging fire in the sky could be seen 300 kilometers away.

When there is a lot of noise here, the neighbors become suspicious.

One phone call after another to the Pentagon...

"Contact me about Mexico and ask them what they are doing!" the newly appointed defense minister said anxiously. He also patted the table. One eye was big and the other was small. It was obvious that he had not slept enough.

The subordinate responded quickly and then contacted Tijuana.

But the answer given there is outrageous...

"They said it was Victor's dad's birthday to set off some fireworks."

The expression of the Defense Minister:? ? ? ?

"Are you kidding me! Whose fireworks are so powerful?! Besides, isn't Victor's father dead long ago?"

The Pentagon staff's face turned red, like a bullied little daughter-in-law, "They said...birthday."

I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.

The new defense chief opened his mouth, wanting to curse, but it was not in line with his status, but he held it in his chest and felt uncomfortable due to breast hyperplasia, and finally a fart popped out from behind...

"puff…"

The staff lowered their heads and did not dare to smile.

"We would like to express our serious concerns to Tijuana and hope that he will not act recklessly and ensure the safety of bilateral relations."

When did this sentence come out of the mouth of a US defense minister?

It's really rare.

As expected, he is a master who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

If you have a temper, you go in armed to stop Victor from "setting off fireworks". It's so late and you don't want to sleep. It's really... no morals at all!

Bah, strong condemnation.

It's really frustrating.

The only people who can defeat Americans are gangsters.

The sky is dawning.

Fires are still burning in many places, and are slowly extinguishing in some places...

The planes in the sky finally stopped.

One night!

The air force bombed all night!

At least one bomber flew back and forth from one airport three times.

More than 3,000 tons of solidified incendiary bombs were dropped. It's just such a small city. This is not Tokyo, let alone Berlin. The total area is only 444 square kilometers and the population is just over 100,000.

Almost razed to the ground.

Those ancient buildings left over from the Spanish era were reduced to dust under the impact of the war.

You couldn't see anyone standing, not even a dog barking.

Snap…

A hand stretched out from the ruins, and then his head, and he saw a man crawling out. His face was covered with dirt, and his hair was stained with dust. He didn't look human at all.

He looked around, walking in despair, like a zombie, his back was burned, but he didn't feel any pain?

"ah!!!!!"

He raised his head and roared with a nervous breakdown.

"Someone, someone..." He suddenly heard chaotic exclamations in the distance. Looking over, he saw a dozen people in Northern Army uniforms approaching, guns pointed at him.

"Victor!! Do we have to be drug dealers if we sell drugs?! Victor, I am XXXX!"

Bang…

A bullet came and knocked him to the ground.

The leading sergeant came over and looked at him condescendingly, "What do you call a drug dealer if you don't call him a drug dealer? Do you ask outsiders to sell it?"

As he spoke, he raised his pistol and shot him three times in the head.

"The solidified incendiary bomb must have burnt it out." The deputy squad leader, a corporal next to him, leaned over and said.

"Search again! If anyone is still alive, give him a lift. These people will be burned to death before the large troops arrive." The squad leader waved his hand and ordered.

The veterans in the class were still in a mood to laugh with each other, but the three newly assigned recruits had green faces and were about to vomit...

The smell of burnt meat hung in the air.

Coupled with the broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, who can bear it?

I didn’t vomit it out on the spot, and my physical fitness and mental endurance are already very strong.

They belong to the Sharp Knife Company of the 1st Marine Division. After the bombing, the division commander Lieutenant General Sigmut List ordered the elite troops to advance forward in order to catch them off guard if there were still defensive forces in the city.

but…

Defense force?

There are not many people left.

The sergeant squad leader led his men straight to the city center. The land here was still burning. He stuck the military flag in his hand into a crack in a stone and said, "Report to the battalion headquarters. Our troops have occupied Zacatecas."

…

Governor's Palace.

Canteen!

Very quiet.

Everyone was chatting in a low voice, and occasionally looked at Victor who was sitting not far away.

A corn, a plate of side dishes, and a staple food called "Huevos Rancheros", which is a traditional Mexican breakfast dish consisting of fried eggs, sauces, tortillas and various ingredients, including beans, peppers, cheese, beef, sausages, etc. This dish is usually served with Mexican grilled tortillas or toasted flatbreads.

clatter clatter~

The sound of someone jogging was heard at the door, and Casale and Kennedy came together.

"Boss..."

"General!"

"Zacatecas has been taken..."

Victor paused and pointed to the place in front of him, "Sit down and eat, Felix, go get some food for your brother and the others."

Casare, the guard, responded quickly, ran over, and came over with food, and quickly placed it in front of the two people.

"Fekri is very decisive, and young people should be like this." Kennedy also praised him from the side.

Although there was some satisfaction in Casare's eyes, he was still unforgiving, "Don't praise him, he will be arrogant later, you should learn from your colleagues, okay? If you don't know, ask, don't pretend to know."

Felix nodded vigorously.

Since his mother passed away, he has matured a lot.

He also knows to share some responsibilities with his brother.

"Felix is ​​still very capable. After a while, when Xiafei goes to the army for training, I plan to promote him to the chief of the guard."

? ! ? !

Kennedy was surprised to hear this and looked at Felix who was lowering his head and looking at Casare. He was so envious.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that a new political family was rising!

It was a pity that his son was only less than one year old...

Casare was a little anxious, "Boss, let him train a little more, he is not good enough yet."

"Ability can be cultivated. I believe in you two brothers. With you helping me, I can sleep peacefully."

Felix was very moved by these words.

Young people are like this. If the leader says a few nice words to you, you will be open-hearted to him, but you don't know that he will be "open-hearted" to you.

Now, even if Felix is ​​asked to carry a bomb to deal drugs, he won't blink an eye.

If Victor really trusts Casare completely...

Why would he hold the military power completely in his own hands?

These are some voices from the outside world, but Casare knows very well that this is the boss protecting himself.

When he holds the military power, the relationship will not be so close.

A huge gap...

Given the boss's personality, can Mexico really accommodate him after liberation?

So this is Casare's wisdom.

Follow the boss, be loyal to Victor, do whatever he asks you to do, is he like Wei Wan of the Han Dynasty?

Also wise but foolish.

Victor drank two mouthfuls of soup, "How is Zacatecas."

"It is estimated that more than 70,000 people died..." Kennedy said in a low voice beside him, "and more than 20,000 people were injured. If the follow-up medicines and doctors are not in place, then I'm afraid..."

He paused here, but the three of them knew what he meant.

That means that almost everyone in the city will die.

LeMay's record is: a quarter of Tokyo was burned, more than 83,000 people were burned to death, more than 100,000 people were burned seriously, and more than 1 million people lost their homes. After the fire, it took Japan 25 days to clean up the bodies.

Zacatecas was more miserable than Tokyo because everyone slept at night, and secondly, it was at a high altitude, so there was nowhere to run. The fire whirlwind formed by the intersection of flames and cold wind was a disaster.

"Report 200 people to the outside world." Victor said.

"Isn't that too few..."

"If anyone doubts, let them go to the city to see for themselves, and then bury them all alive. As long as there is no truth, there will never be the truth."

Kennedy and Casare looked at each other.

I hope those reporters and some "good guys" will not challenge their lives at will.

Mexico is so big...

It is natural to lose a few people occasionally, don't you think?

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