Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 499: Infiltration! Infiltration! Infiltration!
The night gave me black eyes.

But I said he didn't see the shit on the ground!
"Shet!"

The baby-faced Lian En stepped on the sticky ground and almost vomited. His military boots rubbed against the mossy stone next to him. He looked at Fritz Klingenberg and said, "Sergeant, how long are we going to stay in this woods?"

They belonged to the 221st Regiment of the st Marine Cavalry Division. They had traveled hundreds of kilometers from Chiquila, but their squad was sent to the front to scout the enemy...

I don't care if I don't eat well and don't sleep warmly...

The question is, I often step on feces. Are there Indians nearby?

Just as Fritz Klingenberg was about to say something to comfort him, he saw a soldier running over with his back bent, "Sergeant, there are enemies on the road!"

He was shocked, "Go!"

He led his men to the side of the provincial road and arrived at a small raised stone hill. He saw a soldier lying there and turned back when he heard the noise.

"What did you find?" Fritz asked hurriedly.

"It looks like a transport truck, but it's not the military, it's the police." The soldier handed him the binoculars. Fritz half-knelt and looked over, and saw a pickup truck two hundred meters away with a sign on it saying "Escort from the Merida Police Department!"

There were two armed men standing by the car, and their attire was a bit funny.

He was not wearing a military uniform, looked timid, holding an AK in his hand, and looked around cautiously...

"Sergeant, are we going to eat them?" Lian En asked in a low voice.

Fritz Klingenberg narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Take the two men and go around to the right. After I open fire, you rush forward and try to capture someone alive."

"understand!"

He pointed at two people, crouched down and quickly moved to another position.

Fritz Klingenberg raised his head and looked at the moon, which was already high in the sky. A man in police uniform emerged from the bushes next to the transport truck, holding up his pants. It was obvious that he had just taken a shit.

"beat!"

He decisively pulled the trigger and fired a burst of shots.

The man in police uniform didn't have time to react. He was shot in the back and fell to the ground with a scream. The two militants were lucky enough that the bullets were blocked. They fell to the ground when they heard the gunshots.

There was someone else in the car. A fat man pushed open the passenger door and ran down...

A volley of bullets knocked him to the ground.

"rush!"

Fritz Klingenberg jumped up and rushed out of the woods, followed by his comrades, firing rapidly.

Lian En over there also rushed down with his men.

In less than two minutes, the battle was resolved...

"Sergeant, there is still a survivor." A corporal dragged a man over by the collar. He was trembling all over and his face was pale. "Don't kill me, don't kill me, please, I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. My wife and children are waiting for me at home."

Fritz Klingenberg frowned, looking at the other party's posture...

Although drug dealers will wet their pants and beg for mercy when they are caught, they don’t look like gangsters.

There is a basis for the saying that appearance is determined by the mind.

In ancient times, ugly people couldn’t become officials…

"Who are you? Drag all of you out here, and I'll let you go."

The other party was startled, nodded quickly, and told everything he knew.

It turned out that he was "hired". The Merida government recruited him with 200 US dollars a day and gave him a gun. As soon as they saw that he had money, they joined the army.

At this point, he couldn't help but complain, "It was agreed that they would send money once a day, but when we asked for money, they said they would call our family. I always feel that they didn't keep their promise."

"Okay, so why did you leave town?"

The other person shrank his head and said, "I was dragged here to transport something. I don't know who it belongs to, but it must be someone powerful in Merida."

"what?"

"No...I don't know. They are all locked in boxes."

Fritz Klingenberg nodded and glanced at Liann, who then ran to the back of the transport vehicle to check.

"Fuck!"

"Monitor! Monitor!"

Suddenly there was a scream.

Fritz's face changed and he ran over. He saw the other party standing there in amazement, pointing at the wooden box. He climbed onto the car to take a look.

There was a flash of golden light in front of my eyes, which was a bit blinding.

A huge gold nugget as big as a child was lying there. At first glance, it must have weighed hundreds of kilograms!
In 1992, gold was about 95.64 pesos per gram.

Assuming 100 kilograms here, that would be 9564000 pesos.

If converted into US dollars, it is equivalent to five million US dollars! ! ! ! !

Fritz Klingenberg was shaking all over. He looked into the car and saw two boxes of the same size, which added up to more than 10 million.

"Gulu~"

Lian En next to him swallowed his saliva and glanced at Fritz who was looking over at him with a wry smile, "Squad Leader, how do we deal with this?"

"Don't think too much!"

Fritz Klingenberg frowned, "You have to remember military discipline. Military courts are not so fun."

The other party shook his head hurriedly, "Of course I know, how about we contact the company now?"

This thing is really hot to hold.

"and many more."

Who knew Fritz stopped him, his eyes showing a wild look, but his tone was calm, "I want to do something big first."

Lianen looked at him, confused.

"How about we put on their clothes, infiltrate Merida, and directly occupy the city hall?"

???

Are you kidding?
right?
Lianen wanted to use laughter to cover up his embarrassment, but when he saw the other person's eyes, he shuddered, "Squad leader, there are only 10 of us..."

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you hear the news from the prisoner? They have started to capture able-bodied men, and the drug dealers have already fled. This shows that the defense force is limited and the vigilance is not high. They are just ordinary people who have not received training."

"Secondly, even if we take the gold back, at most we will be awarded a second-class collective merit and some money at most. But if we capture Merida and force them to surrender, then... it's only a matter of time before we get stars on our shoulders!"

The last person who dared to do this was in Germany during World War II, where a man with a mustache was directly promoted to division commander.

Fritz Klingenberg looked at the other person's tangled eyes and lowered his voice, "Fortune and honor are sought in danger!"

"I remember you had a girlfriend in your hometown, and her parents were rather snobbish? If you make a contribution, who would still look down on you?"

"Done!"

Lian'en's blood boiled after hearing this, and he had the urge to return home in glory and give Lao Deng a slap in the face.

"Okay, put the gold in the car first, it can't run away."

The two men got out of the car. Fritz Klingenberg looked at everyone, then looked down at the frightened man, squinted his eyes and approached him, "Do you want to live, fellow?"

! ! ! !
……

Half an hour later, it was about three in the morning.

A beam of light shone from a distance, and the surroundings were pitch black, making me look particularly lonely.

Led by the "captive", they did not enter the main road of the city, but a slightly remote path. He was still trembling, "Merida's city hall is on the hillside in the city. If we go in from the main road, it will take a long time and we may even encounter patrol cars."

"How's the security in the city?"

The prisoner looked up at the question and shook his head, "It's very bad. People die every day, especially after the fall of Cancun. There was also killing, burning and looting here."

"Don't worry, our government forces will take care of the matter for you when they arrive." Fritz Klingenberg patted him on the shoulder.

The captive laughed, "Then...what will happen to someone like me?" "Don't worry, we will treat people like you who are forced to do something lenient. Moreover, if you help us and make great contributions, maybe...when the land is distributed to your family, you can get a bigger share, or even become an official?"

Being an official?!
The prisoner's spirits lifted, and he was finally no longer in a daze.

Lian En glanced at his squad leader and secretly gave him a thumbs up. This guy was so good at talking that he could bring the dead back to life. Even if he didn't serve in the army in the future, he could still be a salesperson.

"We've reached the checkpoint."

The soldier driving the car said something and everyone looked over.

"It's okay, don't worry, there's no one here." The prisoner waved his hand and said, "Those who were loyal to their duties have long died on the front line, and those who were afraid of death have long left Merida. Now there are only some old, weak and sick people left. Sir, don't hesitate, just charge."

There was silence in the car, "You seem excited?"

The prisoner was startled and let out an awkward laugh.

Although the reason was not stated, everyone knows it’s because the pie in the sky is really “delicious”.

Just as he said, there was no one at the sentry post, and it felt like it had been abandoned for a long time. The transport vehicle drove into Merida in a very arrogant manner, and there were few people along the way. It was very deserted.

I can't tell at all...

This is a tourist city.

They drove towards their destination and encountered a patrol pickup truck along the way, but they just passed each other and there was no other movement at all.

I arrived at the city government without any obstruction.

"So... so simple?" Lianen said with a stare.

"Maybe the drug dealers in Merida still think we won't raid at night." A comrade said in an incredulous tone.

This is the only excuse I can use.

It went too smoothly, so smoothly that it was a little too smooth.

Fritz Klingenberg touched his face and gritted his teeth, "Get out of the car! Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God. Whether you can get promoted and make a fortune depends on today."

"go!"

As he said this, he opened the car door and prepared to get out.

"Sir, sir, if I...if I go with you, can you give me more when you divide the land?"

"I'll file a report and I'll give you an extra acre and a store!"

The prisoner's breathing became heavier and his eyes turned red. He looked around and saw the AK on the back seat.

"Give him the gun."

Lianen hesitated, but still handed him the weapon.

The other party pulled the bolt of the gun a little awkwardly, and it was pulled backwards, "Beat the mayor and divide the land!"

As he said that, he pushed open the door and rushed towards the city hall where the lights were still on.

There was a small security room at the door. There were three security guards there, but they were sleeping soundly. The prisoner kicked the door open and started shooting at the beds!
Ta-da! ...

That's really neat.

"Squad leader, if you give him this gun, nothing will happen, right?"

"What are you afraid of! Charge, take down the city hall and liberate Merida!"

Fritz Klingenberg let out a strange cry and rushed into the town hall with his men.

The sudden sound of gunfire was loud enough in this deserted space.

Anatoly Magellan, who was resting in the inner room of the office on the top floor, suddenly opened his eyes, startled, jumped up, ran to the table and picked up the submachine gun.

Staring at the door nervously.

One eye is bigger than the other.

The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and they were already exchanging fire with the security personnel.

"Hold!"

Anatoly Magellan cursed and his mind went blank.

what happened?

Did someone come to the city hall to rob?

Or, did someone want to kill himself and surrender to the government forces?
He finally remembered that he couldn't stay in the office and had to run away quickly. But when he opened the door, he saw a familiar security guard running through the corridor in a panic, clacking...

He screamed and fell to the ground.

Anatoly Magellan's face turned pale and he shrank back again. As he stepped back, he tripped and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the door was kicked open and Fritz Klingenberg came in with a gun. Just as he was about to shoot, he heard the other party shout:
"Don't kill me, I surrender!!!"

……

Outside Merida, headquarters.

Colonel Gunther Lütjens, commander of the 1st Marine Cavalry Division, looked a little haggard and his eyes were red. It was obvious that he was under a lot of pressure.

really…

Major General Karl Dönitz gave him the credit for "Merida". This is the capital. If he did a good job, promotion would not be a problem, so he wanted to do a good job.

most…

It can do so without damaging the infrastructure inside.

Humph~
The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts. He looked away from the map of Merida and frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

"Division Commander, Division Commander..." The military staff officer ran in anxiously, very excited.

"Charlie, you better give me some really good news."

Colonel Gunther Lütjens rubbed his temple with one hand, walked to the table, picked up the already cold coffee and drank it all in one gulp, mainly because he was really thirsty.

"Merida is liberated!"

"puff…!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The coffee in the other person's mouth suddenly sprayed out. He choked and coughed hard, then raised his head, "What did you say? Ahem...liberation? We haven't even sent troops yet."

"A squad of the 221st Regiment infiltrated the Merida City Hall while conducting reconnaissance in front of them and captured its mayor, Anatoly Magellan, who has announced his surrender!"

!!!

Whose general is this?

So brave?

Gunther Lütjens' face flushed with excitement, and he kept shouting "Good! Good! Good!"

He also reacted, "Order the 221st Regiment to enter Merida immediately, control the main roads and urban areas, and the 222nd Regiment to guard outside the city and report the victory to Major General Karl Dönitz!"

Military merits are also reported layer by layer.

Unless it is a direct department.

"Also, I want to meet that squad leader and ask for credit for them!"

This extraordinary feat is rarely seen in the world!

To put it bluntly, just by doing this without spending a single soldier, he had to move up in position as the commander of the 1st Division.

Is this a subordinate?
These are the people who provide bread and butter for the promoted officials!
And when the news of the recovery of Merida spread...

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

……

(End of this chapter)