Working as a police officer in Mexico

In the Izucar border prison in Morelos State.

Actually, it is a large frozen warehouse.

Now it is used to detain arrested militia members and drug dealers.

Hundreds of people were crowded inside, shivering in the cold wind. Many of them were injured and cried out, looking a little pitiful. They hugged each other to keep warm, but you can also see that many people were frozen and staring.

I really couldn't help laughing.

"Get up! Get up!"

At this time, a team of armored soldiers rushed in, knocked heavily on the iron door with their hands, pointed at them and shouted. Seeing that someone was slow to get up, they went up and smashed his head with a rifle butt, and blood spurted out like an aunt?

"Everyone go out, line up, and the people behind put their hands on the shoulders of the people in front."

Hundreds of people walked forward with their heads down like "zombies".

There were dozens of soldiers outside, watching them covetously. As long as someone showed a little sign of dissatisfaction, they would come up with a set of combined punches.

There are only two words to treat the captive Victor: Try your best!

The soldiers of the government army have no psychological or moral obstacles to this. There must be one between the military court and the martyrs' cemetery, right?

Take the prisoners to the border of Isukar.

The company commander who led the team pointed to the opposite side, "You are free, go."

"???"

The bound drug dealer captive raised his head and looked at him in disbelief.

Let them go now?

Someone hurriedly ran forward two steps, but immediately stopped and looked back tremblingly. When he saw that the armored soldiers ignored him, he ran away!

The foot can be lifted very high.

Just as he was about to enter the opposite state, there was a click under his feet, as if he stepped on something, boom!

The whole person was torn into pieces.

The body parts and broken arms were rolled to the side...

The air was suddenly quiet.

"The next batch, twenty people go hand in hand." The armored company commander said expressionlessly.

"No, no, no!! These people want us to lie on the mines, they want us to die, no, no, I won't go, I won't go!" A thin young man with glasses suddenly shouted excitedly, wanting to run away.

Bang.

With a gunshot, the other party was shot in the back of the head, and his body inertia fell forward and lay face down. Young people just love to sleep.

"Is there anyone who disagrees? Tell me, I will send him to death." The company commander narrowed his eyes and swept across everyone. Everyone he stared at was trembling with fear.

See...

When they encounter death, they will also be cowardly.

Under the threat of gunpoint, a group of twenty people, holding hands, trembling, began to manually step on the mines.

They kept shouting Hallelujah in their hearts and Mamma Mia in their mouths.

Boom!

Someone stepped on it again, and the whole squad "flew" up.

A few were lucky enough not to be killed on the spot, but their legs were broken and their abdomens were perforated. They lay on the ground, struggling to move back, stretching out their hands, "Help...Help..."

But the government soldiers looked on indifferently, and some even laughed.

"Victor, I fuck you!!!" Someone shouted unwillingly, and then died with his eyes wide open.

"Hmph, curse the leader, go two drug dealers, bring him over, whoever brings him here will live today." The company commander said with a gloomy face.

The drug dealer captives looked at each other and then rushed over.

"Get out of the way, this is mine, give it to me!"

"Abate, I saved your life, give me this chance this time."

"Collins, my wife was fucked by you, you have to compensate me this time."

Some drug dealers even fought in public for the corpse, using hands, legs, and even teeth in the end.

Behind them were two strong men with broken teeth and bruises all over their bodies dragging the corpse over.

"Good, you two are alive today, go to the back." The company commander said with satisfaction, and the two captives bent over and thanked him vigorously, with surprise in their eyes.

"Let them go first tomorrow."

The deputy company commander next to him was startled, and then nodded with a smile, "Okay."

Pointing to the body on the ground that had just cursed Victor, "What about this one?"

"Chop it up and feed it to the dog."

"Okay!"

...

Tiburon Island, Sonora.

This largest island in the Gulf of California and Mexico has an area of ​​1,220 square kilometers alone, and because it is close to the sea, transportation is convenient, and there are so-called "cannibals" here, it is famous all over the world.

Many explorers like to come here...

And then they disappear mysteriously.

There will be more skulls in the middle of the island.

Some drug dealers will also recruit fighters here, because these people are really desperate. Similarly, in the old Mexican period, this was also the largest drug trading field in Sonora. How arrogant was it?

The local drug dealers invited drug lords from the United States, Canada, and Europe to hold a meeting to select the best model. They could also do business here. They only needed a small commission and would not face the crackdown of the Mexican government.

For a time, drugs, such a shady thing, were sold openly.

Of course, this bad habit is gone now...

The cannibals above are gone too.

"After Victor conquered Sonora State, he marched in with his army, leaving no one alive, regardless of gender, age, or status... A total of 378 people from the Valadel tribe were killed."

On the beach, a woman wearing sunglasses and a white lace dress looked very elegant. She bent down and scooped a cup of soil with her hands, but it flowed out from the gaps between her fingers. Two men stood beside her and listened quietly.

"Where are the bodies of the 378 people?" a blond man asked.

The woman raised her head and looked at the sea. She said it, but it seemed that she didn't say it.

Another short and strong man laughed out loud, "You MI6 are going to rely on this public opinion to defeat Victor? Then I can only say that you are really stupid."

The woman frowned and turned her head with a somewhat unfriendly expression, "Then may I ask if Mossad has any solution? Oh, by the way, has your director been re-elected?"

This is simply a murderous remorse.

Who doesn't know that the director and deputy director of Mossad and a group of senior officials were bombed over Afghanistan. This incident caused a sensation at the time and also repeatedly rubbed Israel's face on the ground.

Looking at what the world has heard, it is difficult to find that the heads of intelligence departments have been beheaded in groups.

Isn't this just stabbing people in the heart?

The short and fat Mossad member's face froze, and he was about to rush up to fight in a rage, but was hugged by the blond man next to him, "Calm down! Calm down, you will all be arrested if you fight here, and then I wonder if you can get out of the police station alive."

Both of them paused, looked at each other, and snorted coldly.

One of the two organizations is notorious, and the other is bloody and brutal. Both sides actually dislike each other. What kind of person are you, calling me "the four major intelligence organizations?"

But now they are all shaking hands for the same man, temporarily shaking hands and walking along the river.

Victor is simply a "peace ambassador."

"Since we are cooperating, let's talk properly." The blond man rubbed his nose with his right hand, "Everything is for the overthrow of the tyrant."

"We have tried to bribe the top leaders, but they are like stinking stones in the toilet, smelly and hard. I don't know what Victor has fed them to make them so stubborn."

The Mossad agent looked sideways, "We have lost a lot of colleagues for this."

This is also a very depressing thing for many intelligence agencies in the world...

These top leaders took the money, and then took people to kill the contact, and Victor said that the money was as long as the agent asked you to do something, you can take the money, and you don't have to hand it in.

The game is real.

This made some people who were bought with great difficulty turn against him immediately.

The boss said that you can get the money, play with the girls, and don't have to bear the responsibility. You can also get credit for catching the spy. It's so beautiful.

"Waste!"

The woman glanced and sneered, and proudly straightened her swan neck.

The blond man pulled Mossad again...

He hurriedly asked, "Do you mean that CIA6 has news?"

"We studied all his people and found that his secretary Christa Schroeder seemed to have disappeared suddenly. We thought he had executed her for something, but it seemed unlikely."

"So we investigated in depth and really found an important piece of information!"

"What?" The blond man asked hurriedly, and the Mossad agent also pricked up his ears.

"Christa Schroeder gave Victor a son!"

"!!!!"

This information is too important, and the outside intelligence agencies are not aware of it.

The woman saw the two of them staring at each other, and she felt relieved.

Did you see it?

We still have to rely on CIA6. The old British imperialism is still capable, and there will be glory in the future.

"Is it true?" The blond man couldn't help asking.

If he has a son, there will be more articles to write about. Everyone knows that North Korea has a supernova female general, but do you know that the general has two sons?

Don't know?

It's not even common in the news media.

Because, we have to protect them.

The blond man belongs to DGSE, which is the French Directorate-General for External Security.

He said it secretly.

Sure enough, the woman looked unhappy, "CI6 never gives false intelligence."

"Where does this intelligence come from?"

"You don't need to care about this. Our plan is to capture Christa Schroeder and her son alive. It would be best if we can use this to make a fuss about the dispute. If you want to participate in this matter, it would be best if your leader contacted our boss."

The blond man and the Mossad agent looked at each other and were a little moved.

There are too many secrets in Victor.

Why did he start the rebellion so quickly?

Why does he have so many high-tech weapons under his command? Where did they come from? Does he have allies in the United States and Europe?

Is the SS-25 intercontinental missile phalanx the last killer left by the Soviet Union?

Is the fall of the Mexican senior officials a left-wing or right-wing invasion?

These are what many countries want to know. In future international affairs, we can know the bottom line and trump card of the other party.

"Okay, let's go back and discuss it." The blond man nodded.

The woman took out a lady's cigarette, put it in her mouth, and spit it out in a cool way, "Hurry up, things don't wait."

The three people chatted for a few more words and then separated.

She sat back under the parasol, drank the juice, waited for almost half an hour, and then slowly left, walked to an SUV parked on the side of the road, opened the door and got in.

A hand suddenly covered her mouth from behind.

The woman looked in horror at the rearview mirror inside the car, and it was a burly man!

Want to struggle...

But he couldn't struggle at all, and he fainted after a while.

In fact, agents are not as good as they thought. Counterattacks and flying over walls are all nonsense. Make yourself as ordinary as possible.

Ten seconds later, a red Toyota Domineering approached the off-road vehicle. The door opened and the female agent was dragged into the car. When leaving, she did not forget to close the door for her and walked away.

The female agent had a long dream. She dreamed that... she was riding a roller coaster, took a sharp turn, and vomited...

puff…

I slowly opened my eyes, my glasses slowly getting used to it, and when I saw clearly, I felt a shiver in my heart.

A confined space, tied to a chair.

Damn it, got caught.

Two men walked out of the dark corner. The leader with triangular eyes looked very fierce, but he kept smiling, but the more he looked like this, the more scared he became.

"Introduce yourself, Jeff Bennett."

"clown?!!"

The woman blurted out in horror.

Jeff Bennett raised his brows and smiled even more, "It seems I caught it right, it was still a big fish."

He now serves as head of Mexico's counterintelligence chief, a highly promoted position.

After infiltrating the central government and assassinating Popovich, he was directly transferred from the director of the Information Bureau to the newly established Counterintelligence Bureau as director.

Mexico currently has three major intelligence agencies: the Mexican Counterintelligence Directorate! (Has the right to participate both externally and internally, and is the head of the Intelligence Bureau.)

Thirteen Taibao! (An audit of the bureaucracy.)

Mexican News Agency! (foreign.)

He is already considered a big shot.

In particular, he pretended to hold a high-level position in the Popovich government and then killed him. The weirdness and excitement of it are not enough for outsiders to understand.

But it has also been listed as a classic case by many intelligence agencies.

They couldn't understand why he had risen to this level within a few months of being in the puppet government.

In the end, it can only be classified as that the Popovich government has many people going north.

Jeff Bennett smiled, "Then can you tell me, what organization do you belong to? What are you for?"

The woman lowered her head and remained silent. She had no intention of living. She knew that if she made a mistake, she would never be able to survive.

"It seems that our new friend is not very cooperative." Jeff's eyes darkened, he smiled, and said to the people around him, "Sharpen her pencil."

The interrogators around him nodded vigorously.

Jeff Bennett sat nearby and watched quietly.

The other party picked up a special peeler, just like the potato peeler used at home, but the gap in the middle was a bit big, just enough to fit a finger.

The interrogator grabbed the woman's finger and inserted it.

"You...what are you doing?"

"Fuck you."

The interrogator grinned and then pulled hard!

Zhi…

One sound!

A large chunk of that flesh and blood was taken away directly! ! !

"ah!!!!!"

With their fingers connected to their hearts, the painful screams echoed through the small dark room.

The woman was shaking all over in pain.

It turns out that this is what sharpening a pencil means.

The other party didn't show mercy at all. He pointed at the other side of the same finger and whittled it again!

The woman immediately started rolling her eyes in pain and foaming at the mouth.

The finger bones are clearly visible.

Do you think this is the end?

He directly brought the disinfectant alcohol and pressed his hand into it.

So cruel...

Her painful breathing began to twitch, that kind of... rhythmic trembling.

"There are nine left. Oh, sorry, you still have toes."

"Kill me, kill me...kill me!"

The woman's voice went from a low voice at the beginning to a heartbreaking shout at the end.

The interrogator slapped him and wiped his face, "Damn it, don't you know saliva is poisonous?"

"Are you going to say it? I want to see if you are strong-minded or if we are strong-willed."

The Mexican Counterintelligence Directorate has plenty of means.

If you can't bear it anymore, I'll give you an epinephrine shot. There are doctors outside to make sure you won't die.

Finally, when she reached the third finger, the female agent couldn't hold on anymore and revealed her identity and next purpose.

He can be considered a tough guy, with three fingers cut into bones.

When Jeff Bennett heard that the other party found out that Victor had a child, his face was obviously nervous, and he raised his hands and said, "Where did you get the information?"

His first thought was...

Someone on the inside betrayed me?

The woman raised her head and said weakly, "Nanny, we bribed the nanny."

"Don't let her die, and ask him to tell you the following, and I will report it."

"Yes, sir."

Jeff Bennett quickly ran out, ran to the office and called Casare...

The General Directorate of Counterintelligence reported to Casare.

He repeated the matter again, and there was a nasal voice on the other end, "I understand, you did a good job, but you have to catch all the fish behind, TMD, these rats in the sewer are hiding deep, find them out. "

"clear."

Jeff Bennett has a sinister look in his eyes.

After Casare hung up the phone, he went straight to Victor's office. When he knocked on the door and entered, a half-sized Tibetan mastiff appeared in front of him, which startled him. After he came to his senses, he felt helpless.

A businessman in Chinatown gave a Tibetan Mastiff to the National Palace. The boss liked it very much and hugged it almost every day. It was only two or three months old and it has grown into a big man.

It may also know its position, often running downstairs, and everyone who sees it will give it food.

Victor gave it a name: AK47.

A very simple name.

"You are usually very busy, what's the matter?" Victor asked with a smile while touching the dog's head.

"Boss..."

Casare told everything that happened, still very nervous, "I have asked someone to arrest the nanny, and also, should we strengthen security?"

Victor's good mood was ruined in an instant...

"The French also want to get involved, they really want to lick shit when they see it."

"Catch, catch those who should be caught, and interrogate those who should be interrogated. I want to see how many deaths their intelligence agencies have before they give up."

Casare nodded, and he also supported the deep digging.

"Then Mossad has focused its attention on us. Do they have clues that we shot down the plane?"

"If they know, then they know. What's there to be afraid of? If they have the temper to come from the Middle East to attack me, it won't be a problem. If they want to deal with us, we will ask them to change their director."

Casare's eyes flashed...

"I think we should give them some trouble."

"For example?"

"Support Palestine."

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