Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor watched the first man who shouted, the bespectacled man who recognized him, with profound eyes. He was a talent, quite clever.

Jason led his men in the TPz-1 armored vehicle, guided by some "locals," and charged straight at the crime organization named "Cyclops."

Inside a small western-style building.

Underneath the TPz-1 armored vehicle, no matter if it's a gang or what, everything turned into ruins.

The most famous question of the 21st century: who is more formidable, a warlord or a mob boss?

Let me put it this way.

It's fifty-fifty.

Five minutes, fire five cannons, the mob boss dies five times!

The one asking this question is definitely simple (big) adorable (idiot), how awesome is America's Al Capone? Holding a Thompson submachine gun and slaughtering on the streets, hence, this gun is also called the "Chicago Typewriter."

Such a badass person, encounters the army, also got to kneel!
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"We... we have someone backing us up," the boss who kidnapped the Tang's Syndrome boy spat blood, still with some fragmented waste, clearly his internal organs were shattered.

Jason Bourne stepped on the opponent's head, "Even the Vatican has God backing it up, you have people? Is their caliber big?"

He pressed down hard, and the sound of the skull cracking and breaking was heard – it was obviously already injured before, and this stomp ended his life.

Jason led his men rushing into the basement, which was quite dark. When the lights were turned on, many next to him involuntarily gasped. Even they, who were used to big scenes, found it a bit unbearable.

On the shelves were vessels containing preserved brains, hearts, livers, kidneys, and more, with price tags and destinations for transport below.

And inside a huge cage...

More than a dozen men and women were bound like dogs...

Jason Bourne clenched his fist, his face turning grim.

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"This thing doesn't seem to be made of gold," Otto Karius was biting on the medal in his hand, which now bore his teeth marks, clicking his tongue twice, "Yanks are just stingy."

Commander Kurt Knispel, on the other hand, was quite calm, smoking, looking like he already knew.

"I called home this morning, and my parents said the Governor rewarded us with one million Pesos! He even got a job as a security guard in a government department for my dad, and my little brother was sent to the best elementary school in Mexicali," the driver Michel Wittmann said, smiling.

"Hehe, the Governor is considerate, knows what the brothers want. A general like this, I can serve for my whole life!" Otto Karius grinned and laughed.

"They are like a bunch of country dogs," a voice of sneering mockery came.

The people from the "Anubis" crew looked over, seeing a group of Spaniards not far away, loudly gesturing and snickering, "Country bumpkins."

Impulsive Otto Karius frowned and was about to retort when Commander Kurt Knispel held him back, "Don't fight, they outnumber us, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Otto took a deep breath, his face dark with the intention of avoiding any further interaction.

And those Spaniards, seeing that he didn't dare to talk back, cursed even dirtier.

Spain ruled over Mexico for about 300 years, from the beginning of 1519 to the end of 1821. With only 600 men, the Spanish conqueror Cortes toppled the Aztec Empire of Mexico, a fact seen as a humiliation by many.

And the most important thing was that the Spanish rule was high-handed, practically a policy of brainwashing and killing, leading to countless tragedies.

There had been many verbal clashes between the two groups.

It would be strange to see them getting along.

"Mexico belongs to Spain, Victor is going to be killed sooner or later!" The leading Spaniard suddenly raised his hand and said loudly.

Commander Kurt Knispel turned around and threw the medal at them, grabbed a stick beside him, charged at the group, and hit them hard, leaving them completely dumbfounded!

Both Otto Karius and Michel Wittmann looked at each other, roared, and charged forward.

3 men VS 11 people!

Kurt Knispel focused on hitting that Spanish Lieutenant who cursed Victor, grabbing his neck and hammering his head with his fist so hard that his eyeballs almost burst.

"A fight! A fight!" The Coalition Forces from other areas were either excited or agitated, some were even cheering on the side, a group that didn't shy away from trouble.

Meanwhile, just a few hundred meters away in a large canteen...

The atmosphere was very tense, Rommel's 2nd Battalion was having a meal, and opposite them were the Spaniards...

Who knows what the Yanks were eating!

Can these two groups sit together?

Thankfully, there were soldiers from other countries sitting between them as a buffer, but both sides were still eyeing each other.

"Not good!"

A Spaniard ran in, slightly flustered, and shouted loudly, "Mexicans are beating our men, hurry up and help!"

Upon hearing this, the Spaniards over there suddenly stood up in an uproar, while Rommel was also taken aback.

"Kurt Knispel and the others are still outside," Deputy Battalion Commander Fedor von Bock's face changed.

Erich Manstein kicked the table away, grabbed a chair, and smashed it towards the Spaniards, "F*ck XMMM!"

The so-called "Machine Gun Hermit" John Baslone, maybe because he gained confidence on the battlefield, charged over while screaming, holding a steel stool, and directly smashed a Spanish Sergeant's head wide open.

"Get them!"

"Hit them!"

Rommel stood on a chair, "First platoon go to the left, third platoon go to the right, fourth platoon lock the door! TMD, nobody goes back to camp until we beat the Spaniards today."

The canteen immediately erupted into chaos!

Thousands of people started brawling, some U.S. Military soldiers tried to separate them, but were quickly pulled into the fray.

Fight together!

Like two dogs fighting; if you intervene, you might just get bitten.

There was only one thing to do...

Wait for them to finish fighting.

Historically known as the Alif Zangi Base Canteen Mexican Revolution Battle!

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