Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 496: Dirty, the military tactics are too dirty!
pat!

Victor rested his elbows on the table and lit himself a cigarette.

He squinted his eyes and blew, and the smoke came out of his mouth and went back into his nose.

I looked down and saw a "plan" on the table.

What is written above is to strengthen the relationship between the "people's union", including jointly stationing troops on American territory and establishing a joint armed observation outpost in Playa Giron, Cuba. Each country will send 200 to 400 people to be stationed there to learn from each other and make progress.

In fact, it is to monitor the United States and to provide support when the United States wants to launch a surprise attack on Cuba.

Relationships are used...

Otherwise, if we just set up any organization and everyone is so lax, how can that be acceptable?

Unite!

What a fucking unity!
The plan also includes how to confuse Canada.

The best way to destroy a country is to start with its ideology, law and order, and beliefs, such as...

It costs about 2000 million pesos to set up some intermediary services in India and then... send them to Canada.

Or, they set up some so-called shell companies that are not actually operated, and then take them to Canada under the guise of overseas travel, and then abandon them there.

They are like maggots.

When you see one, you can see a whole bunch.

The world will be shocked.

It will not be effective in the short term, but in the long run, there will definitely be conflicts with the locals because they are too unhygienic.

Victor read it carefully several times, and there were only two words written throughout it: cannibalism!

But this world is a place where the strong prey on the weak, and it is better for others to die than for yourself.

He picked up the pen quickly, signed his name on it, stamped it with his seal, and held the phone, "Qiong Ge, come in."

The personal secretary opposite responded and walked over from next door in just ten seconds.

"Take this to Chief Jeff Bennett."

Traud Jung nodded, took it with both hands, and was about to leave when he heard Victor shout, "Prepare me a midnight snack."

"What food do you need?"

"Give me a bowl of noodles with gravy and an egg."

"Okay, sir."

The food in Victor's government agency is good. The cafeteria has a wide range of dishes and is open 24 hours a day because the National Palace is a busy hub. It also includes Chinese food, which is sourced from Chinatown.

That's just what he likes.

Traud Junge waited for a while, and when the general gave no instructions, he slowly left the office.

Ding dong~
The alarm clock on the wall rang on time...

It's twelve o'clock midnight!

And in Chiquila, an important port city in Quintana Roo.

There was a minor battle, and the Mexican navy took it pretty easily, literally, just two missiles fired at the port…

Then two battalions of the 1st Marine Cavalry Division raided...

Instant occupation.

Karl Dönitz, who held the rank of major general, stood on the deck with a telescope, looking at the deserted dock, and shook his head, "Such a strategic location, but no one is guarding it."

It is less than 120 kilometers from the heart of Cancun!

Colonel Gunther Lütjens of the 1st Cavalry Division next to him had a serious face, but when he spoke, he was a bit mean, "Drug dealers are always drug dealers, they can't be on the stage. The only reason they can hold on for so long is because of the sponsorship of American bastards, British bastards and Canadian bastards. When all these are gone, what will he have left?"

As he spoke, he seemed to be in a state of excitement, pointing to the distance, "If we land here, Cancun will surely fall, and it will be easy for us to travel across the south."

Karl Dönitz nodded, frowned, and suddenly said, "What do you think if we send troops to kill Merida directly?"

Gunther Lütjens was shocked when he heard this, and then he became excited. "It will definitely work. The upper echelons are escaping, Cancun is rioting, and Merida must be the same. One division, no, one regiment, we can do it. Commander, let's do it. I am willing to be the vanguard."

"But the order from headquarters is to go to Cancun..."

"Then split our forces into two groups!" Gunther Lütjens said decisively.

The main reason is that the temptation is too great. That's Merida. If we take it, the south will be settled!

"I report to the Minister of Defense."

Karl Dönitz: "You arrange for the landing of the soldiers."

"it is good!"

11 troop transport ships began to approach the land, the baffles were lowered, and the Salamander tanks were seen coming down first, followed by infantry fighting vehicles.

The Marine Cavalry Division is actually: a landing division!
They can rely on the heavy firepower of warships to land at the port and occupy it as soon as possible. In terms of heavy weapons, they have no shortage of tanks, but their artillery is not as good as that of the army, and their other weapons and equipment are even worse. After all, helicopters can be docked on warships to provide ground support.

"Hurry, hurry, keep up..."

Everywhere you could hear grassroots officers shouting loudly with excited expressions.

"Sergeant Fritz, I want to pee." A new recruit with the rank of private spoke to his companion in front of him. He had a baby face and looked very immature.

"Lian En, are you scared?"

The comrades nearby couldn't help laughing when they heard it.

"Scared? Pah! I'm not afraid of that. Let me tell you, I dared to steal money from drug dealers when I was 7 years old, and I started to be a bounty hunter with my dad when I was 11..."

The baby-faced boy lowered his voice and shouted, somewhat dissatisfied.

Fritz Klingenberg, who was walking in front, held the rank of corporal, but had a red star on his chest, which meant that he was promoted to rank based on "military merit."

In order to quickly discover military talents and effectively encourage morale, the Mexican army implements a "promotion system." That is to say, if you are a new recruit, but you think your tactical and individual capabilities are sufficient after several months of training, you can apply for promotion in rank. Each person has only one opportunity per year, and it is held jointly.

Internal competition, chasing each other.

So much so that this kind of military rank competition is often in full swing.

Military rank is related to welfare benefits. Just think about it, if you fail, it takes one year from a recruit to a private first class, one year from a private first class to a corporal, and three years from a corporal to a sergeant. Just because of this time, many people will lose their fighting spirit.

Under such competition, a large number of talents with strong military capabilities emerged.

Fritz Klingenberg was the one who threw a grenade 98 meters, setting a record for the entire Mexican army. He was awarded first-class merit and promoted to corporal, but the Navy was already applying for an officer for him. As long as he went to school for one year of training, he could become a lieutenant.

He was now the squad leader. When he heard everyone bickering, the corner of his mouth raised, but he still scolded, "Don't talk on the march. If the military discipline officer finds out, I think you will be put in solitary confinement."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked and shut their mouths.

"Don't be afraid. We have about 6000 people this time. Our weapons and equipment are better than those of the drug dealers. We have the advantage. If we make great contributions, I will report it to the whole country. I think your ancestors will also laugh out loud. Soldiers should be happy to hear about war!"

Ok…

It has a somewhat political tone.

The pie in the sky was drawn very well. The eyes of several people in the class were shining, and they were fantasizing about the scene of "boasting about military achievements".

What man doesn't have the fantasy of appearing in public?
"Military headquarters orders the 1th and 211nd Regiments of the 222st Division to head north to Merida. All units are to rest and regroup immediately!"

"The 223rd and 224th regiments continue to advance towards Cancun!"

At this moment, an order came from the company commander's walkie-talkie not far away. During wartime, there was no time for meetings, so the order basically went directly to the grassroots level.

Fritz Klingenberg was stunned...

"What? We're going to Merida? Then we won't go to Cancun." Baby-faced Lianen looked shocked.

"Hurry, take the biscuits from your backpack and fill your stomachs. We don't have time to stop and cook." Fritz narrowed his eyes and spoke in a serious tone. He was a smart man and already knew what the military meant.

Sure enough, after a while, the 211th Regiment where he was stationed issued an order for everyone to head north without rest, and to eat compressed biscuits as they walked.

"Damn... It's 400 kilometers from Chiquila to Merida. Are we going to run there?" A soldier who was familiar with the geography lowered his voice.

You can't get there even if you run yourself to pieces.

By the time I got there, the daylily was cold.

However, Karl Dönitz must have considered this kind of thing. He ordered all the trucks in the port to be "requisitioned", and then took two companies of the 211th Regiment ahead to capture the city of Tissimming in the middle of the road. There was a transfer station there, and there must be freight trucks, and they had to seize all of them.

When he reported the news to the Minister of Defense, the other party did not scold him, but turned to ask the General Staff. The other party said that they would provide all the help and ordered part of the 5th Army that was already in Campeche to move south. The two sides attacked from both sides and took Merida!

Karl Dönitz looked at Gunther Lütjens and said, "Everything depends on human effort, but we must pay attention to the safety of the march. Although the drug dealers are in chaos, the more chaotic the situation is, the more vigilant we must be." "I understand. I will make sure to capture Merida!"

Karl Dönitz patted him on the shoulder. "For Mexico."

"For the General!"

All I can say is, like leader, like soldiers.

Victor is crazy.

The people below are not good people either.

……

October 5th, 27:00.

Cancun.

A passenger plane with red lights flashing shouted towards the airport below, hoping to land. There was actually not much money here, as the drug dealers were busy robbing the city. Although it couldn't be said to be safe here, it was still okay.

At least…

No one has come to cause trouble yet.

Of course, this is also because it is on the outskirts of Cancun, about 6 kilometers away.

They are all busy robbing inside.

When the airport staff heard the news from the tower that the plane was about to land, they were also confused.

Damn, didn’t you watch the news?
Don't you know what's going on in Cancun?

"My plane is flying from Guatemala to the United States. There is a problem with the plane and I need to make an emergency landing!" the captain shouted into the radio.

The tower staff looked at the supervisor next to them.

The latter sighed, "It's their bad luck that they come to Cancun at this time. Let them land. Oh, and get the fire truck and ambulance ready."

"understand!"

"CZ14124, cleared for forced landing, Cancun International Airport will clear the runway for you."

Immediately afterwards, sirens flashed throughout the airport, and a pitiful fire truck and an ambulance were seen driving out of the warehouse.

So poor...

Everyone was looking at a Tu-214 nervously. Oh? It was a Soviet aircraft.

Does Guatemala Airlines have this?

But no one cared about this problem. They just looked on awkwardly. After all, no one would joke about a plane crash, just like a woman would not joke about her own body.

When the plane slowly landed and glided smoothly on the runway, the supervisor breathed a sigh of relief, but someone whispered, "Why doesn't this look like a plane that has had an accident?"

? ! ? ?
The supervisor was stunned, then he stood on the tower and looked at the Tu-214. After the plane stopped, fire trucks and ambulances rushed up, and the plane's escape airbags popped out. Then they saw a rare scene that they would hardly see in their lifetime.

The fully armed soldiers slid down from above, quickly took control of the vehicle, and rushed towards the tower.

Fuck!
I play the game of loving rescue with you, and you play the game of crossing the river with white clothes with me?!

Damn it!
Dirty, playing the art of war is really dirty!

The supervisor shuddered and tried to run, but it was too late. He heard a bang, and the tower door was kicked open. Two tall soldiers wearing black uniforms and masks walked in...

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!" Some staff members burst into tears.

This confused the soldiers who came in.

"From now on, the Mexican government forces take over here." One of them said in a deep voice.

what?
regular army?
The Mexican government troops broke in?

There was silence in the tower.

"Sir, I am a good citizen!" the supervisor shouted.

This unit is actually the Army's 141st Special Forces Brigade. After receiving the order, the Army felt that airborne landing was too rough and dangerous. They didn't know when they would fall to their death, and the visibility was too low at night.

then…

John McTavish came up with a solution, disguising it as a passenger plane with all the seats removed, which is why they set off later than the Navy Special Forces.

It all depends on the brain.

Fighting and killing also requires strategy.

You see, now we don’t have to spend a single soldier, right?
John McTavish left a small team to control the tower, and the remaining 300 people launched an armed assault, carrying weapons and ammunition, and rushed towards Cancun at a distance of 6 kilometers.

At 1:45.

The 141st Special Forces Brigade infiltrated into the city, but their destination was not the Ambassador District, but the City Hall Building in the south.

The walls are thick and can withstand artillery fire. The building is also tall, with about 9 floors, which can provide layered defense and hinder time. However, no one should be so desperate as to attack them, right?
The radio station in Cancun is on the 6th floor of the building. When the time comes, the whole city will be informed and the army will be announced to move in. Do you think that in Cancun, which has been leaderless for a long time, anyone will still defend it?
The people below may rush to the top, but the leaders above will definitely run away.

The Southern Drug Carriers Alliance claims to be a government, but in fact it is like a group of warlords. If there is someone who can suppress it from above, then everyone will be fine. It can save face and be united to a certain extent, but Arturo De Sena has run away.

The military leaders below have no reputation to suppress it.

Moreover, due to the "Cancun riot", those who had grudges against each other had already killed each other...

When the heavenly soldiers arrived, they fled in panic!
Do you still want the drug dealers to hold on?

More than 300 people were dispersed and surrounded from all sides. Of course, they did not act all at once, but used tactics. Some people were on guard outside to avoid being surrounded by other roving drug dealers.

John McTavish led the "Luist Five", as they were known internally, and was a hero in Mexican mythology.

"Break the door!"

A soldier kicked the door open with force and began to search inside in formation.

Just as he was about to go up to the second floor, as soon as he stepped on it, a volley of bullets came down, scaring the other person so much that he suddenly dodged back...

"what!!!!"

The drug dealer above was shooting with an AK and shouting loudly.

But if you sweep like this, all the bullets will be used up in an instant.

He quickly changed the bullets, and taking advantage of this gap, two soldiers leaned against the railing and fired a burst of shots upwards. The drug dealer was shot in the chest and fell directly from the third floor.

"GOGOGO!"

John McTavish rushed forward quickly, leaned against the corner of the corridor, waited for a while before going out. When passing by a room, he heard some noise inside. He stopped and made a gesture of cooperation to his comrades.

The other person nodded and reached for the door handle, ready to open the door.

Ta-ta-ta… Ta-ta-ta…

A volley of bullets swept in from inside, leaving holes all over the door.

John McTavish took out a grenade, raised his thumb, and threw it in with his backhand. Boom...

A puff of ash blew out.

He raised his gun and rushed in. When he saw the scene inside, his eyes twitched.

Three people fell to the ground...

A naked woman tied to a chair was dead. Her chest was cut open, and it was obvious that she had died before the grenade.

There were two other men, shirtless, one of them had already fainted, and the other was trembling and struggling hard.

Looking at this situation, you can actually tell what's going on.

John McTavish walked over, stepped on the man's face, pulled out his pistol, and shot him in the lower body!

A dozen chickens and eggs.

Very typical...

The other party didn't even have time to scream. He died in agony with his eyes wide open, not being able to breathe.

"Go on, clear the building!"

……

(End of this chapter)