Working as a police officer in Mexico

It wasn't that Victor was extravagant, it was simply that maintaining an army really burnt through money (points).

After joining the army, Ye Jihuan entered into training where the instructor saw his remarkable potential; his tactics and techniques were honed to perfection.

When they heard he had fought in Southeast Asia, they immediately reported back and specially approved him to skip basic training and directly join the 9th Regiment as the squad leader of C Company, 1st Battalion.

He commanded 15 people.
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Chomping on a stalk of grass, his eyes gleamed with excitement, "Damn, the Mexican Army is really rich."

A division boasted over 300 artillery pieces…

"The artillery is about to fire! Squad leader, are you nervous?" A young man with short hair leaned in to ask.

"Nervous about what?"

"Fire!!"

Right as Ye finished speaking, he saw the command handed directly down, and the artillery went "Bang bang bang!!!"

The thunderous roar startled him; it was his first time experiencing artillery fire from such a close distance.

The artillery shells, densely dotting the sky like black spots, flew toward Casa de Janos city in the distance.

Puff, puff, puff…

The explosions threw up dirt and sand, leaving the ground riddled with pits.

Inside the city, over 2,000 drug traffickers were trapped, originally belonging to Sinaloa State, but had moved to Chihuahua State later and stopped following orders from Juarez, practically declaring their independence.

They had caused numerous slaughterings in the border areas of Sonora State, which had irritated them for a while.

One drug trafficker leader was gnawing on his lunch by the trench as his soldiers pushed a T-34 tank into the trench. This thing's tracks were broken; it couldn't move.

But its machine gun still worked and relying on cover, it could become a formidable weapon.

Suddenly, he heard a piercing whistling sound. A group of individuals halted their tasks, confusedly looking up as the drug trafficker leader's eyes widened, "Artillery! Take cover, take cover!!!"

He grabbed his gun, planning to dash into the nearby air-raid shelter he had dug, but how could he outrun the artillery.

A 120mm shell fell right beside him, a shrapnel piece about ten centimeters in diameter cleanly sliced through his neck…

Extremely sharp.

His head rolled on the ground twice but was then kicked away by a panic-stricken drug trafficker.

But he hadn't made it two steps before the blast wave from the shell flung him through the air, his arm flying off and his left leg twisted grotesquely.

"Ah? Ah! Ah!!!" The drug trafficker struggled to lift his head, watching his tragic state and screamed loudly in agony.

Actually, both stabbing from a knife and being shot by a bullet wouldn't be felt immediately due to pain.

This could be seen in American police enforcement videos, where those shot would typically stiffen and fall, then after a few seconds, once the adrenaline faded, the pain would begin!

"Ah!!"

"Help, help, save me... I don't want to die…" The drug trafficker cried while looking around at others, hoping someone would mercifully save him, blood spewing from his mouth.

But, who cares about you?

Is anyone who becomes a drug trafficker a good person?

He watched helplessly as one after another, so-called "teammates" stepped over his body.

In the end, he died with his eyes wide open!

"Ready!"

"Fire!"

The artillery fired another round, some shells going astray exploded in the nearby Great Casas River, where the fish, blasted by the shockwaves, were flipped up.

Floundering on the riverbank…

Staring wide-eyed.

Poor fish, caught in the crossfire, damn it Victor, fuck you!

Ye Jihuan watched from the rear, clicking his tongue incessantly, this...

They really weren't taking any prisoners!

Under such extensive firepower, even the lizards and ants in the desert were stunned.

"All units, prepare, prepare for a charge…" came the command through the communication device he carried.

Ye Jihuan instantly got up, pulling the bolt of his gun, looked around—new recruits all around him, all very nervous.

"Keep your eyes wide open!"

The third round... the artillery sent out hundreds of smoke grenades, providing cover for the infantry.

"Charge!!!"

Ye Jihuan jumped up, leading with the squad machine gun as he dashed forward towards Casa de Janos.

Lowering his body, bent at the waist, running in a zigzag pattern, he dove onto a small slope, crawling forward with one arm, and after a couple of steps, he quickly stood up and rolled into a trench as bullets whizzed overhead!

A bunker!

When under artillery attack, these semi-subterranean fortresses, apart from scraping a bit of skin, suffered minimal damage—they just couldn't be penetrated!

This group of "God's Battalion" remnants had experienced the caliber of the Northern Army in the battle of Sinaloa State.

They were scared!

Had they not learned their lesson after being beaten once?

In front of Casa de Janos city, they constructed 10 semi-subterranean bunkers, with the exposed parts all made of poured concrete, each with an average thickness exceeding 90 cm!

Behind them were sloped shooting positions, which prevented shells from directly falling overhead and effectively mitigated the blast waves.

Do you really think drug traffickers don't use their brains?

Internally, the drug traffickers referred to these fortresses as "Casa de Janos city Warriors."

Modern warfare couldn't possibly eliminate bunkers—just pour deeper layers of concrete; artillery fire isn't omnipotent.

Ye Jihuan turned back briefly, seeing that those behind hadn't managed to follow, he slowly poked his head out, looked around, and saw the machine gun firing outwards.

Pop…

Pop, pop, pop…

Moreover, these drug traffickers, having survived till now, could be considered veterans and wouldn't foolishly clutch the trigger; they would typically shoot in three-round bursts.

He heard a humming in the sky, looked up, and saw over a dozen planes flying overhead, rushing into the city, dropping bombs. Flames erupted in the city while the encircled drug traffickers, too, did not wait to die, their anti-aircraft gun bullets cut through the sky furiously.