Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Francisco Franco!"

This name gave people in the Spanish intelligence service EMO.

Who is not afraid?

You spent the whole night eating hot pot, singing songs, and playing poker with women, and then those gangs rushed in and started taunting you. Are you still wearing a body armor while having sex at night?

fear!

Fear!

Marcelinho glanced at the fourth boy and said, "Aren't you going to fight him one on one? You rush in and see if you will be beaten into a sieve."

"You still have time to joke!"

The four-eyed boy felt as if his pants had been turned down. He didn't care that the other person was his superior, and became furious.

Marcelinho calmly took a puff of his cigarette and threw it into the trash can nearby. He squinted his eyes and looked at the policeman singing loudly, but he thought of many things.

The last country that valued military songs so much was Germany during World War II.

For example, a song from World War I was recomposed, which is the famous "Lili Marleen". The artistic conception of the song is somewhat similar to "When Will You Come Again", and there is also a movie of the same name.

In addition, the Air Force also has songs such as "Stuka Song" and "Bombing England".

In certain aspects, the combat effectiveness of the army has been improved.

But if you, an anti-drug force, do this, it’s very scary, you know?

Fortunately there are no Poles here.

Otherwise, you will think you have been struck again.

Behind the elite EDM personnel is the Violent Terrorist Team (EDTV) led by Zolf Sherman. They drive four 122mm tracked self-propelled howitzers, which also have anti-aircraft machine guns. This kind of battlefield warrior can give The "Weasel 1" infantry fighting vehicle at the front provides fire support.

The crawler tracks were pressed against the roads in the city, and clear traces could still be seen on them. The infrastructure was really poor.

Buzz buzz~

Marcelinho and others heard the roar of the engine in the air, raised their heads, squinted their eyes, and avoided the irritating sunlight.

I saw a six-plane Bell 212 flying over in a formation in the sky.

"He's showing off his strength!" The boy with four eyes frowned and said in a deep voice, "Damn it!"

Marcelinho looked at him as if he were a fool. What else could he show off if he didn't show off his strength? As the air force and ground troops passed by, even if there were any resistance characters in Hermosillo, they were nothing more than ants.

Spanish intelligence officers are all this kind of thing!

Job hopping! Job hopping!

Damn, I wonder if Victor has an intelligence department? And... can I take 250 days off out of 300 days?

In fact, in Marcelinho's opinion, Victor's methods and narcissism are more like that of a private in the 16th Regiment of the Baolian Reserve Infantry.

but…

Absolutely not, he is a policeman!

Marcelinho will not sympathize with criminals. Drug abuse, human trafficking, and violations of peace are all shameful.

It would be even better if we could go to Spain to help fight against the "ETA" armed forces in the Basque Country.

If given the chance, I must lead the way.

Enter Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora state.

Political significance is extraordinary!

Proof that the police have officially taken over the state.

The police force occupies the "three old places": TV station, city hall, and military barracks.

"Dear compatriots and residents of Hermosillo, Mexican anti-drug forces will conduct military management of the city for one week, but will not affect the lives of residents."

"Any resident who has no food because of poverty can go to the central square to receive food. We also ask for your cooperation and actively report drug traffickers. The city hall will give a reward of no less than $600."

"We also solemnly warn the drug dealers who are hiding to surrender to the anti-drug forces! Otherwise, we will catch them..."

"Satan wants to pity you for the way you die!"

Zolph Sherman's face was paralyzed, so he was more suitable as a spokesman. With this look in his eyes, he looked like a fucking gangster.

The residents who were watching TV were so frightened that they almost cried.

Can you please just say it again and don't point it at us?

We are afraid.

An hour after police took control of Hermosillo, a team of officers broke into a hospital.

"Police officer, officer, this is a private hospital..."

A doctor rushed over with a nurse and said.

"How personal?" The team was led by Captain Marcus Phoenix of the "Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency Anti-Terrorism Team". He raised his eyebrows. "In Mexico, there are no private individuals! There is only the government."

He pulled the doctor over and asked, "Where is Mr. Governor Irvin Lozano?"

"Our rules..."

Marcus Phoenix waved his hand impatiently, "Don't make me break your glasses."

"In 302!" The doctor quickly pointed to a ward and said.

"Thanks!"

He led the Anti-Terrorism Team of the Drug Enforcement Administration to open the door, and there were three people sitting inside. When they saw the police rushing in, panic flashed in their eyes.

"Who are you and what are you doing!"

"Irvin Lozano is suspected of providing assistance to drug dealers and participating in human trafficking in Sonora. This is an arrest warrant!" Marcus Phoenix provided a...blank piece of paper?

"This is nothing at all! This is slander!" a young man said excitedly.

MD, Casare is just flattering you, but you really gave me an arrest warrant.

In fact, Irvin Lozano was not wronged.

He is really "actively" trafficking in people!

In 1988, a local newspaper broke the news and provided evidence, but that night the reporter's entire family was killed.

No one has dared to investigate this matter.

If Victor wants to fuck you, he has to find a reason. He is not someone who kills innocent people indiscriminately. If he says you, Irvin Lozano, are guilty, then he is really guilty!

"Are you...resisting?"

Marcus Phoenix asked in a deep voice with narrowed eyes.

This made the other party stop talking immediately.

"Ahem, officer, our Lozano family is willing to provide help to Mr. Victor and help him stabilize Sonora State." An old man with white hair among the three stood up and said.

"The Lozano family?"

"Yes, we have over a hundred years in Sonora, we have 17 people as congressmen..."

This old man seemed to be reciting a family tree.

Marcus Phoenix suddenly stepped forward and kicked the opponent away. The old man hit the wall directly, clutching his chest, and started to scream.

"You think I won't hit you because you're an old man?"

"Lozano family? This is the Victor era. Old guy, don't you look at the almanac when you go out?"

"Where are you pretending to be NMB for me, family? Under Victor's rule, all living beings are equal!" Marcus Phoenix said with a dark face, waving his hand, "Send Mr. Governor on his way."

The police officer behind him rushed up and unplugged Irvin Lozano's oxygen machine, lifted him up, and opened the window. This was the 17th floor.

Throw it down directly!

collapse!

It hit the car below, and the alarm suddenly started blaring.

"You...you are so cruel, we must impeach you and go to Mexico City to accuse you of your behavior!" The young man was still very angry and didn't know how to hide it.

Marcus Phoenix narrowed his eyes and grinned.

Chug tug tug...

There was a burst of gunfire in the ward, and the doctors and nurses sitting outside shivered in fear. Within a moment, they saw the police coming out.

The leader also glanced at them.

Just as the doctor heaved a sigh of relief, Marcus Phoenix stopped and turned his head, "Are those human organ removals performed at your place?"

The doctor's expression changed drastically!

…

And at the Hermosillo State Capitol.

Standing not far from the city hall, there is a fountain at the door. It looks quite unique, but this thing... cost 300,000 US dollars!

For such a large amount of money, you can just go and grab any civilian on the street, and they can be used as a living fountain.

Mexico began to implement a parliamentary system in 1811. Each state has almost a high degree of autonomy. It has its own constitution, army and parliament. They have the final say on everything.

Many times, the people sitting in the National Palace of Mexico are only driven by their common interests.

so…

Sometimes, they sell drugs just to protect their own interests.

It is often seen that many presidents are arrested by the United States after they step down. There is a reason.

Why did Victor say that no state was willing to surrender despite such a huge formation?

Big brother…

Victor is "destroying" the living soil of drug dealers and pressing these bastards to the ground and rubbing them. Do you think they will surrender?

It is possible that the head of one of the cities below surrendered, but the governor...

If we say that the United States has a "military-industrial complex," it is a huge interest group composed of the military, military-industrial enterprises, and some members of the U.S. Congress.

In Mexico, there is a "drug complex", a huge interest group composed of corrupt politicians, the military and most ordinary people.

He is against everyone!

A country that even a strong man from heaven cannot save.

The biggest use of this place is to serve as a garbage recycling plant for the United States. Especially after the signing of the North American Trade Agreement, only ordinary people know how miserable this place is.

Around the millennium, this place was still home to many stowaways, who hurriedly passed through the virgin forest, entered Mexico, and entered the lighthouse from here.

Millions of people sneak into the United States every year, but in the following decades, why has the population base not increased?

Where did these people go?

God can't save Mexico, then please God come down and Victor sit on it!

in the Sonora State Congress.

Everyone was sitting quietly, no one said a word.

They're...against Victor!

When the anti-drug force entered the city, not a single member of parliament went to greet them. They wanted to use their own methods to tell the tyrant.

We can't be defeated by you!

boom!

There was a loud bang at the main door of the parliament hall, as if someone was hitting it with a hammer outside.

The sitting members of Congress suddenly panicked.

"Quiet!" The state speaker sitting above said coldly, with a scar as long as a centipede on his face.

Let me ask you this, are you the Speaker or a bandit?

Under his shout, the congressmen became slightly quiet. They looked straight at the door and heard a "click".

The door was smashed open.

A group of heavily armed police officers rushed in.

"This is the parliament! It's a sacred place!" The speaker stood up and said righteously, "Violence should be kept away!"

It's so righteous to say.

actually…

hehe.

"You are having an illegal gathering." The police officer leading the team said with a sullen face, "Disband and go home immediately."

"This is Parliament! It's a constitutional right! Illegal gathering? You Victor's lackey, what are you kidding?"

"Mr. Victor has not approved it. Any gathering of more than ten people is illegal!"

Many congressmen were furious when they heard this.

MD.

We used to have the final say in Sonora State. Should we say this, you just came here and you stole our lines?

"According to the laws of Sonora, Victor is a traitor. He is destabilizing Mexico. We must try him. He is a sinner and a criminal! He is the most dangerous one in the country."

"Who will judge me?"

"You?"

"still you?"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from outside, and he was obviously in good health.

Victor walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and glanced around with stern eyes. All the people he pointed at were the ones with the lowest heads. Victor pointed at the cross and said deafeningly, "It's still God!"

"Who can judge me, who dares to judge me!"

"A place of filth and evil!"

Victor looked at these people with disgust. He looked at them one by one and saw that they were all involved in drug trafficking. Even the speaker was the most cheerful, but he was the senior leader of the Sinaloa drug cartel.

The points are as high as: more than 13,000,000!

This guy takes advantage of his position to cause harm to good people.

The fierce speaker was immediately suppressed by Victor, but he was still very tough.

"Victor!"

"CNM! Who asked you to call my name? Pull me down! Kneel on the ground!"

The two police officers rushed forward aggressively and pulled the other down hard. The other police officer was also fierce and punched back.

"Fight back?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Victor grabbed the rifle of the policeman next to him, pulled the bolt, pointed it at the Speaker, and fired.

Just one shot.

After all the bullets were fired, he was still not relieved. He rushed up and dragged the speaker's body to the platform, like dragging a dead dog. The blood soaked the ground. He looked at the MPs sitting below in a dark voice. Said, "I hit you to give you face, don't be so fucking stupid, just treat me as a kind person!"

"Here, whoever I want to die must die!"

"Not to mention you guys who are willing to be lackeys for drug dealers?"

He turned around and took off the cigarette butt, and pressed it against the face of God on the cross nearby. He didn't know what material it was made of, but that half of the face was immediately burned, and a hole was made from the cigarette butt.

"It's of no use at all. You can't even look at such a small place!"

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