Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 493 It's time, brothers!

As the French walked out of the National Palace.

And looked back...

There was no hiding his contempt for Arturo DeSena in his eyes.

"Boss, do we really want to cooperate with them?"

The subordinate standing next to him lowered his voice and asked, hesitating, his face a little tangled, like a chrysanthemum, "Mexicans are not easy to mess with."

The Frenchman's face darkened and he narrowed his eyes. "So the French are easy to mess with?"

"We are protecting our interests, Mark. You have to know that if we gain a foothold in Haiti, the straight-line distance between Florida and Haiti is about 700 kilometers, which can completely become our enclave."

He paused, "Or in other words, we can threaten the United States here!"

No one wants to be a younger brother, especially France, which calls itself the "French Empire". They also have ambitions. Although they were badly beaten during World War II, they also have ambitions.

To make France greater.

Just like Europe respects Napoleon.

"North America is like a pile of rotten meat. Mexico will stir it up and anyone can have a bite. If we don't take the initiative, Haiti may belong to Britain or Spain tomorrow, and we won't even get a sip of soup."

The subordinate looked as if he had suddenly realized that there were so many tricks involved.

"What if Arturo DeSenna is not willing to cooperate?"

"Then find someone to kill him. Isn't that what (DGSE) is good at?"

In fact, the subordinates wanted to laugh after asking the questions. Who are they?

"Uncrowned King!"

It is affiliated to the Directorate-General for External Security (DGSE) and is mainly active in Africa, because there are many French colonies there. This department is responsible for safeguarding France's overseas interests.

If your president doesn't follow France's lead, he will try to bring you down. I'm sorry...

For example, Ngarta François Tombalbaye of Chad and the famous "tyrant" Jean-Bédel Bokassa, if they don't obey, they will be killed, just like... killing a disobedient dog.

"Let's go, maybe we can report to our boss,"

The French representative smiled and said...

He took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, got into an old Citroën in a good mood, um…

The French government is also having a hard time.

At a window on the third floor, a pair of eyes were staring at them, and Arturo De Sena felt somewhat unwilling.

"Why do I have to be a dog? I want to be a human!"

His trusted younger brother didn't even dare to breathe behind him.

Who is willing?
In Mexico, I was beaten and trampled, and all my efforts were wasted. In Haiti, I always felt uneasy, with the sea on all sides...

When the atmosphere in the office was a little confusing, the phone on the desk rang.

The younger brother glanced at Arturo and asked quietly, "Boss, do you want to take it?"

He has been out for a long time. The people in Mexico call him almost every day, which makes him very annoyed, but he always makes excuses to delay. Everyone still thinks he is in Colombia.

Arturo DeSenna didn't say anything, but after the phone rang and hung up automatically, it seemed like it was asking for his life...

He finally couldn't help it, turned around, picked up the phone, pressed it hard, "Damn..."

Before he could even utter a single curse word, he heard Endric Vinicius, the "Deputy Defense Minister" and "Foreign Minister" of the Southern Government, yelling, "Arturo, fuck you, you ran away? You bastard, you actually ran away without telling me!"

"You're a bastard from the countryside in Durango State. Your mom is a whore and that's why you look like this. You're just a piece of shit hiding in a rat hole..."

Arturo De Sena's face turned red and his eyes became bloodshot instantly.

"Fuck you, I hope you die out there! Bastard!" After cursing at the other party, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak.

Listening to the busy tone inside, a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in my chest.

"joder! (Fuck!)"

Arturo De Sena slammed the phone in his hand to the ground, supported himself on the table with both hands, his chest heaving rapidly, which scared his younger brother. This... can't be happening here, right?

Although he really wanted to pull the other party over and make him a target, he was an "old thief" after all and still had some rationality.

Go ahead and curse!

See if you can still run fast now.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and after adjusting for a few minutes, he opened his eyes, "Don't worry about him. Have you contacted Ye Zhenli?"

"Not yet...not yet."

"Then go make the call, bastard. What are you doing standing here? Are you ready to eat? Go make the call!"

The younger brother responded hurriedly and ran out in a panic.

When the door was closed, Arturo DeSena found that his hands were shaking. Unconsciously, he grabbed his right hand with his left hand and found that the shaking did not decrease, but increased.

His face changed suddenly!
I remembered the illness my dead father had when he was alive!
Wouldn't it be so unlucky?
……

The Yucatan Peninsula.

It's already chaos!
Because I don't know who spread the news, Arturo de Sena and Los Zetas have given up on Mexico and have gone to Haiti to become high-ranking officials!

This immediately caused dozens of drug dealers and gangs, big and small, who depended on it for survival to explode!
The boss ran away before I even started?
The "Knights Templar", famous for their "massacre", began to boil. More than 300 armed members of their subordinates rushed into the Southern Union National Bank in Yucatan, looted 1600 million US dollars inside, and then announced their withdrawal after killing 42 people on the spot!
Now it's good, like water dripping in a frying pan, it's completely released.

Enderrick Vinicius urgently sent troops to suppress the situation, but it was of no avail...

After walking three kilometers, only 1600 of the 300 troops ran away. The escape rate is even worse than that of the Koreans.

It can't be stopped.

Cancun, Yucatan Island, is in a carnival!

"Mom, mom, save me, mom..." A half-grown girl cried loudly. She was grabbed by the hair and thrown on the road by the drug dealers, who poured gasoline on her. She cried so hard that she almost went blind, but the only sound was the arrogant laughter of the two drug dealers.

"I bet in ten seconds, all the people will burn out in ten seconds!"

"I bet 30 seconds!"

One of them lit a lighter and threw it at the girl.

boom!
The flames boiled up in an instant.

“Ah!! Ah!! Mom! Mom…”

The little girl's cries and screams made the drug dealers even more excited. They laughed loudly and watched the other party running for their lives, leaving black bloody footprints all over the ground!

Opposite this tragedy is a maternity hospital.

More than 70 drug dealers belonging to the "Saragon Knights" rushed in and began to massacre pregnant women, their families and doctors!
boom!
He kicked open the door of the operating room.

The pregnant woman who was undergoing an autopsy inside was connected to a ventilator with her eyes closed, and the doctors were about to perform the operation. When they heard the noise, they stared in horror.

"Surgery? I'm a professional!" A drug dealer rushed to the bed with a grin, and the female doctor next to him subconsciously tried to block him.

puff…

The knife pierced through the neck! "I hate it most when someone interferes with me when I'm doing surgery!" The drug dealer grabbed the doctor's face fiercely and pulled it hard, blood splattered everywhere...

The entire operating room smelled of blood.

Several other medical staff were so frightened that they sat down on the ground. A nurse screamed loudly and was shot dead.

The drug dealer walked to the bed with a bloody bayonet, opened his eyes ferociously, and stabbed his stomach with the knife!
Just cut the belly open.

He grabbed the fully grown child out in a clumsy and rough manner, grabbed the child by the neck with one hand, and held him high up.

The others behind him started to make a noise.

The pregnant woman on the hospital bed was bleeding profusely, and soon the blood pressure monitoring machine showed a horizontal line.

"Go, go, next one! Hahaha! What an ugly person." The drug dealer threw the "person" in his hand to the ground, then walked towards the next operating room with a loud laugh.

As he left, he turned back and threw a grenade, and made a face at the frightened and desperate medical staff inside.

"boom!"

It's just horrible...

It's simply the reincarnation of Japanese dogs!

There were corpses everywhere in Cancun. The drug dealers were venting their animal desires. They had lost their humanity. They rushed into people's homes, defiled their wives, and then burned the corpses.

There are quite a few foreign tourists in this tourist city on the Yucatan Peninsula.

They were drawn into it...

"Hurry! Run faster! The office is just ahead!" A middle-aged man with a blue backpack shouted to the four or five companions behind him, young and old, like a family.

Yue Zhihao was also a little annoyed. He was a "tour guide" active in Mexico for many years, and his tour guide was a private customized one, which was very expensive.

There are always people who like adventure, especially excitement.

He had made all the arrangements, even the local gangs had paid protection fees, but who knew that an armed riot would suddenly break out?
Kill anyone you see!

Their drivers were killed.

Yue Zhihao is a Chinese Mexican, and those tourists came from China, so he subconsciously took them to the office, where there were armed people.

"I can't run anymore, I can't run anymore." The younger girl, about twenty years old, cried and gasped, while her younger brother and father beside her kept pulling her.

"Hold on, it will be quick!"

When they ran to the office, there was already a large group of people there. There was a national flag hanging at the door, and two or three staff members were trying hard to guide the crowd inside.

"Help, help, there is a wounded person here, he was shot."

When Yue Zhihao and his men ran in, they saw a girl crying loudly. Next to her was a man who looked like her boyfriend, who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face and a gunshot wound in the abdomen. Blood was oozing from between his fingers.

"Hurry, carry him in quickly." A staff member wearing glasses said hurriedly, "Everyone go inside, don't panic, we will protect you."

On the second floor, Lian Jingxuan, the head of the office, looked anxious and kept making phone calls. The first one was to the embassy in Mexico City. "There is a riot in Cancun. Drug dealers are killing people at will. We need help now. We have wounded people here with gunshot wounds. If they are not treated urgently, they will die."

"Please ask the Mexican government for help!"

The other party was also very straightforward, "Okay, I will go to the National Palace to negotiate, you must pay attention to safety."

Lian Jingxuan listened to the gunshots outside and frowned. Even though he was very anxious, he understood that there was only so much he could do at this moment.

Mexico city.

After hanging up the phone, the diplomat immediately called Casare.

When he heard that there was an armed riot in Cancun and that innocent people were being killed, his face turned ugly...

"Don't worry, you bastard drug dealer. I'll report to General Victor right away. I'll contact you anytime by phone."

Casare stood up with a livid face. Air Force General Zolf Sherman, who was in his office, saw his appearance and raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"Cancun drug dealers have started killing people randomly. I need to go to the boss' office, together."

Zolf was also confused when he heard this...

Want to know how many drug dealers there are in Cancun?

In total, there are more than 70 drug trafficking groups of various types, with a total number of more than 3 people!
These people are armed with weapons. Wouldn't they just kill the powerless civilians indiscriminately?
The two men also knew that this matter was extraordinary. If things went wrong, tens of thousands of people would die in the tourist city of Cancun. By then, even if the city was taken back, who would still come to travel?
It turned directly into a ghost town.

It was a disaster from both an economic and political perspective.

The two men ran upstairs to find Victor with serious faces. The guard wanted to ask him something, but Joseph Joffre saw that his expression was wrong and asked hurriedly, "What's going on?"

"I have something urgent to report..."

Xiafei quickly made way to let them pass.

I didn't forget to knock on the door before going in. Victor was reading a book inside, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, basking in the sun.

It's so uncomfortable.

"Boss, something happened in Cancun!"

Victor was in a good mood today. Caesar called people, and although the first word he called was "Mom", it also made him very happy.

But this good mood was ruined!
His face froze, the rocking chair paused, and he squinted his eyes. "What happened?"

Casare quickly recounted what happened in Cancun and also said that someone from the University of Tokyo called him and asked for his help.

Victor's face darkened as he listened.

Pick up the phone and order the Ministry of National Defense and the General Staff to come to a meeting. Run, hurry up!

Kennedy, Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others who received the order did not understand why, but they still rushed to the National Palace as quickly as possible.

As soon as he entered the office and before he even sat down to drink a sip of water, Victor looked at them and said his first words:

"Gentlemen!"

“It’s time to liberate Yucatan!!”

……

five minutes later.

"Order the 141st Army Special Forces Brigade and the 23rd Air Force Special Forces Company to set off and airdrop into Cancun. The main purpose is to form a protection line around the diplomatic zone and disperse the violent armed personnel!"

"Order Ares Defense (PMC) and the 5th Army Guards Division to rush straight to Cancun, leaving no room for retreat!"

"The navy sails into the Bay of Campeche and orders Karl Dönitz to lead the Marine Cavalry Division to conduct a landing operation from Chiquila Harbor. They must approach Cancun within 45 hours!"

"Order the Air Force to drop weapons on Cancun and allow the people to fight back freely!"

Orders were passed out from the State Palace one after another.

These were all battle plans that had been planned long ago, but sometimes I felt they were risky and wanted to put them on hold. But now the situation has changed suddenly and I have to change my mindset.

Quickly resolve the Yucatan Peninsula, then go back to clean up the area controlled by the Gulf Group!

"It's time to send these sons of bitches to hell!"

……

(End of this chapter)