Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Bomb! He has a bomb in his arms!!!"

Just when Manstein and others were nervous, a piercing scream suddenly broke out.

I saw a woman holding a child pointing at the Tamil policeman beside her, shrinking back in fear, and fell to the ground with garlic under her feet. The children fell beside her, but then she grabbed the child's arms. Collar, running quickly.

Skilled in making people feel distressed.

The Tamil policeman cursed, pulled up his clothes, and revealed a bomb flashing a red light. He shouted something in Sinhala that he couldn't understand.

But it should have a high mother content.

"Target burst!"

The soldiers of the 4th Battalion are quite experienced. They have never seen anything like this before. When they were guarding, they were on three floors inside and three floors outside, which meant they had a sense of isolation. When they saw the Tamil police rushing over, they were on the inside. Soldiers stood on Humvees and fired with heavy machine guns.

Chug tug, tug tug…

Playing burst shooting with 12.7×99mm is like Luban playing with women - Ahn'Qiraj.

When it hits a person, it will appear in pieces here and there.

When he was about to die, he pulled out the bomb and made a bang...

But by this time, everyone nearby had already run away, there were not many casualties at all, and the bomb was not very powerful.

"What the fuck, you want to die like this when you interrupt my speech? Go and get two people to collect his body and feed it to the dogs." Manstein didn't look too arrogant.

It is often shown on TV that after the explosion, the police arrived belatedly. It was the same here. After waiting for seven or eight minutes, the Sri Lankan army arrived and immediately dispersed the people who were still watching the excitement. The leader was a member of the army. Colonel.

This is already a high-ranking official. Why do you want him to have a general in a small place?

Gaddafi is still a colonel.

"Colonel Manstein..." the other party smiled sarcastically, "I'm very sorry, but we will definitely give you an explanation for this matter!"

"It doesn't matter."

Manstein instead smiled and said, "After killing Velupillai Prabhakaran, we can look forward to the future. We will slowly find the cancer in the team. If necessary, we can provide help."

When he arrived, he received a call from Victor.

What the general means is to help Sri Lanka fight against the LTTE, but he must also make good friends with them, build good relations with them, and rent a port there as a military base in the future. It is only 1,800 kilometers away from the Golden Triangle. If there is an anti-drug war in the future, this will definitely be a problem. Forward position.

That's why the quality is so good.

otherwise…

He had already cursed loudly.

What a fucking thing.

The Sri Lankan colonel wiped his sweat and felt relieved to see the other party being so reasonable. He got down to business and said, "You have killed Velupillai Prabhakaran. Can I see it?"

"certainly."

Manstein took him to the cart behind.

Velupillai was lying on it with his eyes open, his eyes still a little fierce, he was a desperado.

The Sri Lankan colonel swallowed and moved back with some fear. Perhaps he felt that his action was not very good. He turned his head and looked at Manstein with a somewhat embarrassed look.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen if he dies. Even if he gets up again, my brothers still have rocket launchers and artillery in their hands. Even if he is a ghost, we will save him."

The other party nodded hurriedly.

With joy on his face, he said, "Thank you very much for helping Sri Lanka eliminate terrorist organizations. Can you give this body to us?"

"I'm afraid this won't work, but you can use it to hold a press conference. We will go to Mexico for this head, and his family, and we will all execute them live. Their terrorist attacks in Mexico have made the general very unhappy. I hope Please understand."

Want to destroy someone's whole family? !

Are all Mexicans that cruel?

This was said lightly, but the tone was murderous. Who wouldn't feel tense after hearing this?

The Sri Lankan colonel was a little hesitant. After all, this was a political achievement. But when he saw Manstein's eyes, he didn't dare to look directly at him. He smiled and nodded in agreement.

The main reason is that the fourth battalion is so capable...

Velupillai, who had troubled Sri Lanka for decades, was killed in about a week. Who could read it without hesitation?

He was still comforting himself in his mind.

It’s not that I’m groveling, it’s for the friendship between Mexico and Mexico!

"Then your next mission..."

"We are pursuing the remnants of the LTTE. We already know where they are. There are about four hundred people left. Kill them all and we can go back. We will definitely leave you with a stable and peaceful development environment." Manstein said firmly.

The Sri Lankans were shocked and said, "Our three armed forces, the navy, the army and the air force will definitely support you!"

Who doesn't want peace?

Who doesn’t want peace?

Who wants peace?

After all, World War II was only less than 40 years ago.

Sri Lankan officials immediately announced the death of Velupillai Prabhakaran, and the photo of him who was shot was immediately circulated through the national channel.

Except for the Jaffna peninsula where the LTTE is located, people in other places set off firecrackers and cheered.

This organization, which was originally meant to overthrow tyranny and pursue fairness, has long since turned into a demon. In the past 10 years, at least 1,500 people have died in bombings caused by it.

How many people do you think ordinary people will like this?

And three days later.

Mid-October.

An interrogation was broadcast live on Mexican national television!

Open air…

There is also a banner hanging above: The first interrogation conference!

A group of common people were gathered below, standing on tiptoe.

"Sir, would you like a front row seat? It's not expensive, 2,000 pesos."

While the family of three was complaining behind the scenes, a scalper sneaked over and spoke in a low voice, extending his hand in a gesticulating manner.

"Two thousand pesos?"

The man hesitated, it was a bit expensive, but he couldn't help but want to join in the fun.

"Stop, let's just take a look from behind." His wife pulled him and shook his head.

"It's okay, don't I just make money to spend it?"

The scalper gave a thumbs up beside him, "Yes, the man is right. If you don't spend any money, why do you work so hard?"

"2,000 pesos for the three of us?"

"no problem!"

The man nodded and took out the money and handed it over. The scalper took it over happily, "Sir, no matter what you hear or see later, don't worry about it, just run away."

The family of three looked at each other, always feeling an ominous premonition.

The scalper bent over and charged forward with "Bison Charge", taking advantage of every opportunity. The head was still very hard and hit many people.

"Oh, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, what are you doing! Damn it, are you going to catch the rapist or your dad is waiting for trial, move forward."

"Get away, don't squeeze!"

A group of people cursed and cursed.

The scalper stood up immediately, pushed open a big hole, and then pushed the three people forward with force. He put his hands on his hips, pointed at the onlookers and cursed.

Good guy…

It’s not easy to make some money from ticket scalpers.

So he was the one responsible for the quarrel?

The face of the family of three suddenly turned red, and they were too embarrassed to ask for money. The looks from the people around them made them want to find a place to get in.

"quiet!"

At this moment, the senior police inspector with a golden oak leaf hanging on his shoulder on the interrogation table took the microphone and shouted.

"Now, the meeting begins, bring the criminals!"

More than 70 criminals, wearing hoods, anklets and prisoner clothes, were being carried forward by the police.

It gives people a very shocking sense of directness.

Many people below feel a little...scared.

This is the significance of the conference. The bracelet + anklet weigh more than 30 kilograms.

"Second agenda item, publication of crimes."

"Tear off the hood!"

The police removed the criminals' hoods, revealing each face. Some raised their heads, while others lowered their heads in shame.

"Nall Whiteman!"

The senior police inspector called a name, a bald man on the far left in the first row, his eyes flashed and his eyelids trembled slightly.

"The professional killers of the Orgrimma drug cartel in Puebla state!"

“In 1987, seven members of the mayor of Tihuakan’s family were killed. The method was extremely cruel…”

"In 1988, he tortured and killed two tourists in Mexico and cut off the RF of the woman and kept them in his refrigerator."

"1988..."

“1999…”

This person alone read for more than ten minutes. The man named Nar Whiteman kept his head raised, as if he was not afraid of death, and he was arrogant. When he heard the last sentence of the senior police superintendent, he Still shouting:

"Wrong! Also, there are ten more people. I killed a total of 211 people!"

"You pronounced it wrong!"

This provocative behavior caused an uproar among the people below.

The senior police inspector above heard this and his face turned livid with anger. He tore open the judgment book and pointed at Nail Whiteman, "Hammering!"

Hearing this group of people were startled?

A policeman who is about 18cm tall and wearing a mask has muscles all over his body. He is dragging a stone hammer on his hand. When he pulls it on the ground, you can hear a crunching sound.

"What are you doing! I want to die with dignity!!" Nal Whiteman shouted loudly.

The policeman hit him hard on the back of his knee. The leg was twisted at an abnormal angle, and the patella was pierced.

"ah!!!!"

Nal Whiteman let out a painful scream and knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground. Before he could scream, the stone hammer hit his hand.

The audience watching the excitement below immediately let out a roar.

Blood and bones splattered all around...

The parents with their children hurriedly covered their eyes, but the children couldn't help but spread their parents' palms and glanced through the gap.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

How to say...

He was cruel.

"Beat me to death! Beat me to death!!!" Nall Whiteman shouted forcefully, with red eyes. Want to be a hero?

But is this the end?

How is that possible!

The best standard answer to hammer torture is to break your limbs, then smash the bones in your back, then punch through the ribs, and finally hit the head.

But generally no one can endure it until the end, because the ribs penetrate the organs and they will die long ago.

Same goes for Nar Whiteman…

Boom~

The corpse fell heavily to the ground, dead. The ribs came out of the chest cavity, and the sharp points on them were still stained with sticky unknown substances.

Don't do things halfway.

The final blow!

The policeman raised a stone hammer and hit Nail Whiteman on the head. The force made a whistling sound, and the head split apart like a watermelon.

There was silence in the crowd.

"Well done! Kill these bastards!! Woohoo..."

A half-grown boy who was riding on his father's head suddenly shouted excitedly and whistled, but his mouth was covered by his parents the next second.

It was quiet for a moment.

The applause sounded suddenly!

"Pa bang bang..."

"Yes, well done, this is how you kill these criminals."

A smile slowly appeared on the senior police inspector's face, do you see it? People support it.

Personality? dignity?

Are you drug-trafficking dogs worthy?

He moistened his throat and said, "Ahem, next, Smith..."

The criminal whose name was called was so frightened that his legs weakened when he saw the tragic scene just now. When he was dragged up to face trial, his face turned pale.

Wow…

The crotch couldn't help it, and it made me pee in fear.

Did you see...

The game is heart-pounding. The criminals behind see the seniors in front being killed one by one. How do they feel when they wait for their turn?

torment?

Or... timid?

Therefore, being the first to die is not the worst, on the contrary, it may be the best!

"Shot!"

"Shooting!!"

"Shot!"

The last part was all simple and simple, let them kneel on the ground, and send the bullets one by one, without passing through the back of the head. Let them stand and watch the bullets hit their hearts.

One shot to the left, one to the right, and one to the head to prevent them from dying.

“The following criminals are family criminals. They helped their relative Velupillai Prabhakaran, the leader of the LTTE, to launch attacks in Sonora, Baja California, Mexico State and other places in Mexico, causing many casualties. "

"Under the general's instructions, the Mexican army killed Velupillai Prabhakaran in Sri Lanka and captured all 37 of his family members!"

"The special trial is as follows:"

"They were sentenced to the crime of terrorist bombing, threatening public security, intentional homicide, drug smuggling, aid, etc., and sentenced to multiple crimes..."

The senior police inspector raised his head and saw that the Sri Lankans were shaking all over and were extremely frightened.

"Hummer dismembered!"

When this method was explained, a group of Sri Lankans did not understand it, but the people below were all in an uproar...

They looked at each other.

This is a very eye-catching way to die...

In the Mexican judicial system, it has been included as a type of death penalty. The Victor regime was also the only one that did not reduce the number of torture and murder, but instead expanded the criminal law for torture and murder.

Except for those warlords in Africa.

Human rights organizations have called me many times.

One word: get out!

Why don't you care about the Yankees if you have a bad temper?

As a result, the United Nations human rights organization has criticized him several times for being inhumane and undemocratic, and even called on the international community to condemn him.

But at that time, the SS-25 intercontinental missile came out.

The United States is quiet, the UK is quiet, France is quiet, and Spain is quiet.

At the viewing platform 200 meters away from the execution site.

Victor and President Kwaukmot sat on it, both holding telescopes.

The latter looked excited, "This is the day when Mexico regains its dignity. Kill them. When the leaders of those terrorist organizations face us again, they must think about the consequences. If they don't think about themselves, they have to think about their families." Worry."

This practice of killing a whole family...

Americans can’t do it either, right?

Kwaukemot was in favor of this approach.

Victor smiled, "Just to let them understand the consequences of opposing us, he will have no descendants. Velupillai Prabhakaran's other relatives will also have to be settled slowly, one by one."

The Nine Clans are happy, and sometimes there is a real need to intimidate.

"Boss is right." Casare gave a thumbs up and applauded from the side.

The people nearby applauded immediately, with smiles on their faces.

"General, your phone number is from Mr. Donald." Secretary Traud Junge came over and handed over the phone.

Everyone fell silent immediately.

Victor moistened his throat and said, "Hello, good afternoon, Mr. Donald."

The old man opposite was breathing a little fast, even rough, and he suddenly said, "Can you help me settle the account?"

"???"

"I don't understand accounting."

"No! I want you to help me kill someone. He holds 3 trillion U.S. national debt. I want you to help me kill him?"

Good guy…

If you kill the creditor, you won't owe money, right?

Victor was stunned.

He, a lawless man, was somewhat silent.