Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 542: Greed is the original sin, but poverty is not. (Please give me a monthly ticket!!!)

The roads in El Salvador are terrible.

Anyone who has been to Latin America knows that bumps are the norm, and silicone can even turn you into a butt pad.

Even at the international airport in the suburbs, the ground is irrigated with yellow mud. When a car tire goes down, several pounds of mud can be shaken out.

But it's better than the airports in India.

Indians have very poor quality and you can often see them urinating and defecating anywhere. When I was taking a shit in the bushes in India, I was almost hit by an Indian uncle's dick.

The night of December 12th.

On the muddy road in the suburbs, there were no night lights and it was pitch dark.

The moonlight was blocked by thick fog.

But the sound of the engine can be faintly heard.

A convoy appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The man sitting in the passenger seat of the first Hummer had a dark complexion and wore a mask and goggles. The muscle lines on his hands were clearly visible.

All of them were wearing gray combat uniforms and holding the US military's special M4A1 carbines, looking very tough.

But it smells like... mercenary.

Indeed!
His name is Gaetano Perque, nicknamed "Sickle", and he belongs to the Latin American Combat Defense Group.

Actually it is PMC company.

After entering 1990, the war on drugs suddenly increased the war dividends in the entire Latin America.

The bullet consumption alone is as high as 400 million rounds per day, and the entire Latin American region...

In this situation, do you think these hyenas would not drool?

South African private armed company EO, Israeli IZO mercenary company, God's Armed Forces, American MPRI company and others have all established branches here.

According to Mexican intelligence agencies, there are more than 30!
And these people will do anything if you give them money.

The background of this Latin American Combat Defense Group is very mysterious, but it is said that behind it is a Chechen named Dzhokhar Musayevich Dudayev!

This guy is awesome, but he's quite sensitive. If you're interested, you can check it out for yourself.

Most of the mercenaries under the Latin American Combat Defense Group are Chechen criminals, exiles, rebel armed forces, etc. The money they earn is handed over to Chechnya and then distributed by Dudayev.

As long as I can make money, I will do anything!
After the two major gangs in El Salvador were defeated, they had no choice but to seek help from "external forces".

The Latin American Combat Defense Group offered $2000 million to help them in the fight.

money? !

Give! Give! Give!
The mercenaries who got the money are still very powerful...

78 people were killed in three days...

Gaetano Perque, who is in charge here, turned green in the face. If they continue to die like this, everyone will be doomed.

But I also feel that 2000 million US dollars is not easy to get.

Barrio 18 and MS-13 also generously gave him another 800 million.

After getting the money, Gaetano Perque felt that he could do it again, but he also knew that he could not passively take a beating, but had to take the initiative.

Bombed a fleet of Mexican aircraft at the Salvador International Airport.

The group of planes that bombed Medellin were originally going to return to Mexico, but were left here to use El Salvador as a springboard for repeated bombings.

In one week, they carried out five sorties back and forth, with a total of 5 sorties, dropping thousands of tons of bombs.

Medellin was screaming in pain.

Thirteen of Pablo's relatives died among them...

The feeling of despair in the face of high-tech weapons made Pablo extremely angry. At Ochoa's suggestion, he contacted the Salvadoran gang and asked them to help blow up the fleet.

Of course there is a deal involved.

The Medellin Cartel will provide the two major gangs with drugs at low prices, and they will also get a share of the European share.

Edgar Santos Castro of Barrio 18 gave this task to Gaetano Perque, which was, of course, extra money, as it was not uncommon for mercenary companies to traffic in drugs.

"How many kilometers have we driven?" He looked up at his colleague who was leaning against the rearview mirror and asked.

“17 kilometers from the city!”

Gaetano Perque was startled when he heard this, his brows suddenly tightened, and he murmured, "17?"

Suddenly his eyes widened, "When we were exploring, how many sentries were there along the way?!"

"Two." said the colleague quickly.

"Fuck! Stop the car..."

Gaetano Poctón felt something was wrong and shouted to the driver. Just as he was about to pick up the intercom anxiously, he heard a loud "Woo--" sound.

In the distance, an A10 "licker" was flying rapidly at a low altitude.

Although it's not supersonic, the sharp sound still makes people feel stiff!
"Warthog!!"

"Get out of the car, get out of the car!!!"

Gaetano Perque was so scared that his voice became louder, even when he was pooping he had never had to use that much force.

The 30mm GAU-8 7-barrel Gatling gun started licking the ground...

Ta-da! ...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang…

The aircraft weighs 11.3 tons, but the machine gun weighs only 1.8 tons. It would be better to say that this is a flying machine gun than an aircraft.

The depleted uranium high-explosive bomb swept down, and the entire convoy was instantly blown to pieces.

A black man jumped out of the car behind and ran away with his long legs. His face was covered with tears and snot, and no one knew what he was shouting.

But bro...

You run in a straight line too!

You can outrun a fighter jet.

A depleted uranium high-explosive bomb swept over from behind, and the huge blast wave instantly blew Xiao Hei away. Before he could scream, the next one hit him, bang...

It exploded into a bloody mist.

The Warthog swept all the way to the bottom, then rolled back with a graceful movement, and then poured depleted uranium high-explosive bombs on the ground before leaving in a graceful manner. Through the glass, one could vaguely see that it was a female pilot.

It is said that depleted uranium high-explosive bombs have radiation, and the ammunition boxes are under the buttocks, which will cause testicular cancer in male pilots, so female pilots are used. Of course, this fallacy is outrageous, but in 2015 all the US military's Warthog pilots were women.

As for Mexico, Victor started cultivating it in 1990 when he took over Tijuana.

After all, gender has never been a barrier to excellence!
At this time, on the yellow mud ground...

The devastation, the burning cars, the charred bodies, the craters caused by the bombings, all speak of one fact:
You little jerk, what do you have to fight me?

About forty minutes later, the military police came with a bulldozer and shoveled away the body along with the yellow mud.

Tsk tsk tsk…

It's really miserable.

The Salvadoran gendarmerie headquarters also used police cars to pull the bombed car around the capital to show off its military power.

They also shouted through a loudspeaker: Surrender and save your life, resist and be killed!

The civilians and gangsters hiding among them turned pale with fright when they saw the smashed wreckage of the car and the blood and waste meat hanging on it.

Barrio 18 chief Edgar Santos Castro soon got the news.

His face looked extremely ugly.

It's like my dad died.

He tried to smoke with trembling hands, but ended up holding the cigarette holder upside down, leaving his mouth full of the taste of tobacco.

"Bah bah bah... Damn! The Chechens are incompetent. It would take a while to kill even 120 pigs. They were all beaten to death by the Mexicans. They are just trash."

The confidant next to him also had a bad expression, "We don't have air superiority. They were hit by Mexico's A10 halfway. They couldn't handle it. They really couldn't handle it."

Edgar Santos Castro gritted his teeth and learned to change his expression.

His confidant even stabbed him.

"People at the bottom had changed their minds, and we couldn't resist. About 1300 people surrendered to the Salvadoran government."

Snapped--

He slammed the table hard, "Surrender?! Never surrender! We haven't lost yet."

The trusted younger brother had a bitter look on his face.

They had fought with the Salvadoran army before, and always thought that the armies of other countries except the United States were the same.

Rubbish!

But less than two months after the Mexican armed police arrived...

Hey, you know what?
Cured my arrogance!
It was like MacArthur cured Chiang Kai-shek’s mental fatigue.

"Where are the weapons? Where are the rocket launchers, anti-aircraft machine guns, and rifle grenades we bought from American arms dealers? I don't believe that if Mexican planes can fly high, their infantry can still fly." Edgar Santos Castro said angrily in a hoarse voice.

"We are blocked by land and sea. Mexican warships are patrolling the sea. Unless you provide a manifest or let them inspect it, you will not be allowed to pass."

"Fuck it, Alfredo (President of El Salvador) has humiliated the country, and you can tolerate this? That's our coastline, why should the Mexicans control it?"

"..."

If you just heard this and didn't know him, you would think he was a loyal minister and a filial son.

Turns out he's a drug dealer and gang leader.

Moreover, this sounds so unfair.

But there is no way...

Alfredo and his family have moved into a villa arranged by the Mexican government and are remotely controlling the country.

Moreover, drug control and crackdown on gangs are the general trend, and public opinion is on the side of the gendarmerie. It is only a matter of time before the gangs disappear.

Edgar Santos Castro's breathing suddenly became rapid. The confidant beside him did not panic at all. He just quickly inhaled the budesonide aerosol and sprayed it into his mouth several times.

The other person's flushed face slowly recovered and he sat on the sofa, looking tired.

He has asthma and always has to keep this medicine on hand.

He looked down at the budesonide inhaler and saw the words: Made in Exico.

Fuck!
Edgar threw the spray out forcefully, angrily saying, "Next time I'll use the British one."

Now I feel annoyed when I see Exico.

But after his anger subsided, he still spoke dejectedly, his voice hoarse, with the aftereffects of the spray, "Order the brothers to withdraw from the city of San Salvador."

Staying here would only result in more casualties.

The trusted subordinates could only agree.

No way.

The phrase "falling behind will lead to being beaten" is not appropriate here, I can only say...

Justice must prevail!

At the same time, in a white building in the northwest corner of Salvador City.

Outside hangs the Mexican Military Police Headquarters in El Salvador.

Alfred Schlieffen was drawing in his office. If you look closely, it's a big turtle.

Looks like a good mood.

"Boom boom boom-"

"Come in."

Then a man with a resolute face and a look like a general walked in, with the rank of colonel.

"Commander." The other party saluted in a serious manner.

"Colonel Oscar Hutier, I told you that there is no need to be so distant between us. You are the deputy commander of the gendarmerie."

"At work, you should address people by their job titles."

Listening to the other party's meticulous words, Alfred Schlieffen was helpless, "What's wrong? Is there anything?"

"The third wave of support will arrive tomorrow, with a total of 3120 people, a heavy infantry battalion. If we count them, we now have more than people. I think we can fight our way out and completely crush the two gangs."

He was full of murderous intent when he said this.

Colonel Oscar Hutier was not from the police department but was transferred from the General Staff. He was very methodical in his work.

"The number of people is too small. The leader gave us 20,000 people. We will just wait and see..."

"But the sooner a war is resolved, the better. The gangs have no power to resist us."

It has been two months and there has been no casualties, only a dozen wounded.

Alfred Schlieffen frowned at the other party, put down the pen in his hand, stood up and walked to the map, pointing at El Salvador, "This is a good place. We are less than 1700 kilometers away from Medellin, Colombia, and are also within the radiation range of other South American countries. Do you know what this means?"

Oscar Hutier certainly understood that since he was a staff officer, this meant that Mexico’s combat range would be expanded.

With just one order from Mexico City, bombing could be carried out from Central America to South America in half a day, as long as the ammunition and supplies allowed.

It can be seen from the fact that the Ministry of Defense placed the B-1 bomber and F15 here and transferred Warthogs and other aircraft from the rear that it plans to build this place into an overseas base for Mexico.

"But what does this have to do with our fight against gangs?"

Alfred Schlieffen's face turned dark. Do you reckless men have such low political sensitivity?
"If the gangs are gone, what's the point of us staying here?"

Alfred Schlieffen spoke directly.

Keep the enemy at bay!

Oscar Huti immediately thought of this word and blurted out, "Aren't you afraid of something happening?"

In fact, this is very normal. For example, in the Afghan War, the Soviet Union defeated Amin, and he supported his own regime.

Just getting started…

Are you sure they don't want to support the enemy? After all, the more unstable Afghanistan is, the more the new government will rely on the Soviet Union.

Didn't they condone it?
As for the latter...

Who could have imagined that the anti-Soviet movement was so intense and that local armed forces rose so quickly? Sometimes I was really busy running around.

To put it simply, it was a mess.

Isn’t this what happened to Brother Cheng Liang in the late Ming Dynasty? He wanted to try this trick, but failed, and the King of Naidong rose.

Hearing his words, Alfred Schlieffen glanced and said, "We need to understand the nature of drug dealers and gangsters. They are not guerrillas and will not hide in the bushes. They regard money as their life. If they hide in the woods, how can they make money?"

"We will raise them, wait for them to grow up slowly, and then cut them like leeks."

"Then even the United States can't say anything. We signed a ten-year contract. Why did you finish it so early?"

Oscar Hutier's face was suddenly troubled again.

"Have a cigarette." Alfred Schlieffen picked up the cigarette on the table and handed it over.

"Specially supplied. Two were given to me when I met the Führer."

Oscar Hutier raised his eyebrows, took it, lit the cigarette, and almost choked to death. He coughed violently.

“Wild boars cannot eat fine chaff.”

Alfred Schlieffen put one hand on his waist and looked at the map with a deep gaze.

If he had two armies, they could advance simultaneously from El Salvador into South America and then split into two groups, and they would be able to cover Latin America quickly.

Then we will concentrate our fists to strangle the "lifeline" of Europe and Latin America and fight a decisive battle with the US military!
Either Latin America's last name is American, or the last name is Mo...

cough cough...

Of course, this thought only flashed through my mind.

What era is this? Are we still playing the game of colonization?
Take advantage of others, but also keep up with the times.

Alfred Schlieffen smokes a cigarette.

"Commander, this is an order from the Führer's office!" A confidential secretary hurried into the door.

The two commanders stood up straight and threw away their unsmoked cigarettes.

"read."

"Establish the El Salvador Anti-Drug Front Air Force Command to command all aircraft in the country. Promote Alfred Schlieffen to Lieutenant General and concurrently Air Force Commander, and Oscar Hutier to Major General and concurrently Deputy Air Force Commander."

"November 1992, 12!"

"I will do my best to repay the Führer's grace for promoting me!" Alfred Schlieffen shouted loudly and took the appointment letter with both hands.

Why does Jiang Lijiang look so angry?

This doesn't encourage learning.

But he was indeed excited. He went from being the president of the Mexican Military Police University to being a lieutenant general and the commander-in-chief of the front-line anti-drug campaign. This is real power.

Very, very great power.

His deputy Oscar Hutier next to him also had a red face, and he was finally going to have a star on his shoulder.

There is still a big gap between the school level and the general level.

"There is also an order from the Ministry of Defense requiring us to bomb the Cali Cartel in addition to Medellin and cooperate with the Colombian ground forces in the offensive."

"Colombian ground troops? Are they reliable?"

The confidential secretary shook his head, "I don't know, this is an order from above."

"I understand."

Colombia must be unwilling to follow El Salvador's example and outsource public security to Mexico...

There is a big gap between the levels of the two countries.

El Salvador can surrender, but the other side dare not. They are powerful and wealthy. Even if the president and defense minister were killed by drug dealers, they only hope that Mexico will help with revenge rather than a full-scale invasion.

It cannot become a climate.

After the confidential secretary left, Alfred Schlieffen looked at Oskar Hutier and said, "It's time to make a difference!"

...

Victor held a closed-door meeting with a group of senior executives for nearly nine hours.

He didn't even want a secretary.

Everyone came out with a notebook, and only a few people knew what the meeting was about.

As soon as he came out, he issued many orders.

Establishing a frontline anti-drug command in El Salvador is one.

In addition, the Propaganda Department and the Ministry of Internal Affairs jointly held a press conference in the evening.

A big news was announced at the meeting.

"It is very likely that Medellin purchased nuclear weapons from the Soviet Union!"

This news quickly exploded after Goebbels said it.

But many media have no morals and are just sensationalists. For example, the BBC wrote on the front page the next day: "Medellin has nuclear weapons and wants to fight to the death with Mexico!"

Maybe, perhaps, these vague words will disappear all of a sudden.

The Hong Kong reporter was even more exaggerated: "Super meat bomb is coming, Victor might get fucked!"

Jieyang. Puning!

In a plastic processing factory, Chen Bingxi, with his afro, was eating the rice rolls his wife brought him, holding a newspaper in his hand.

He only has a junior high school education and can read. Moreover, he is smart and knows how to find business opportunities in newspapers.

"Fuck!" he suddenly shouted. His wife, who was eating next to him, was frightened by his sudden action and almost choked to death. She hit her chest hard and said, "You are crazy. What's wrong with you? You can't even eat properly."

Chen Bingxi pointed at the newspaper and said, "Look, drug dealers now have atomic bombs..."

Unlike normal people, his tone was not one of worry, but envy.

"How much does this cost?"

“How many plastic products do I have to make myself?”

He grew up in a poor family and has a distorted regard for money.

The wife glanced at him and said, "Why? You want to sell drugs too."

As he said this he started laughing, finding it funny.

But looking at Chen Bingxi's expression, he became more and more solemn, with determination between his brows.

"Hey, hey, hey? No, what do you want to do?" The wife said in a panic, "Don't mess around, you'll be beheaded."

"The timid ones will die of starvation, the bold ones will die of gluttony, I'll be beheaded, I'm almost starving to death, why should I be beheaded? Look, it's written in the newspaper that the sales in just one day are more than 4000 million US dollars, US dollars..."

Upon hearing the price, his wife Chen Baoyu swallowed her saliva, with a look of greed in her eyes.

"This would get you shot in the country..."

"Don't you like gold? When I get rich, I'll buy you ten kilograms!"

Men really make big promises anytime and anywhere.

Just as casually as I tried to get in without getting in.

But women really like to have their own way. When Chen Baoyu heard her husband say that, her face was full of smiles.

Morality? Bottom line? Law?

All of this was thrown to the back of my mind.

She even took the initiative to act as a military strategist. When Chen Bingxi said that two people were not enough, she immediately thought of someone in her mind.

"I have a cousin who works outside and was a soldier. Do you remember him?"

"You mean Zhaohua?"

"No, no, didn't you say he works at the court?"

Chen Baoyu frowned, "How much money can he have? I know he is a carefree person. Let's do it ourselves first, and then give him the money. He will definitely be tempted. I think he is destined to be shot."

My cousin said this to my cousin...

I have to say, it’s really 6.
"Okay, let's do it ourselves!"

Chen Bingxi said through gritted teeth, his eyes shining.

This person...

They always feel that nothing is wrong as long as they are not shot. Greed is more terrible than death, but for them, they would rather be greedy.

Not only in the coastal area of ​​Puning, but also in the inland areas.

After the broadcast of "Sword of China", which was originally used for warning education, Tan Xiaolin from Lezhi, Liu Yong and Liang Xudong from the north and others all had their eyes shining.

Some people go to Myanmar, some go to Vietnam, some go to Laos, and some go to Latin America.

The barbaric era...

Savage impulse!
These are still small steps, but there have been some achievements, as Ye Zhenli from Suriname watched the news on TV.

He was in his pajamas, but his eyes were narrowed.

His cousin Ye Jinghua, who was dining with him, was stunned. "So awesome? If they can restore the bullet, then Pablo can sell it openly. Cousin, will this affect our business? I heard they have also come up with a new product."

Ye Zhenli snorted, "You believe this news."

"If Pablo really had one, he would have fought tooth and nail after his daughter was killed by Victor. That guy has a lawless character and is very arrogant."

Ye Jinghua thought about it and indeed...

I was asked by my cousin to visit Pablo...

The other party simply ignored me and sent me away without even meeting me. He is very arrogant in his heart.

Ye Zhenli frowned, "I always feel there is a conspiracy here. Maybe this is a way of fanning the flames. If he has an atomic bomb, then even the United Nations will be in trouble."

Those who can make a difference are not ordinary people.

Ye Zhenli is also awesome.

It's amazing that you can make so many guesses based on just one piece of news.

"Victor is so insidious?" Ye Jinghua shouted, cursing through gritted teeth.

"That bastard..."

"Our business is leaning towards Europe, and our market share in the United States is decreasing." Ye Zhen said after thinking for a while.

His intuition told him that if he stayed in Latin America any longer, he would be the next to die.

He has always trusted his instincts.

I can’t say I’ve never missed it, but I’d rather believe it.

Ye Jinghua nodded.

He does whatever his cousin says.

Ye Zhenli watched the news on TV with dazed eyes.

"Son of a bitch!"

...

Tepeya Mountain outside Mexico City.

Victor was dressed simply, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, hiking shoes, and a hat. Belsaria behind him was also dressed the same way.

There were quite a few bodyguards in front and behind.

He just stole half a day's leisure.

Ever since the news spread that there might be nuclear weapons in Medellin, many people have called.

There were many people, both acquaintances and strangers, who all wanted to know what happened.

Hi, he didn’t answer any of them.

Let the bullet fly for a while longer.

It takes time for things to ferment.

"Are you tired?" He turned his head and looked at Belsaria and asked with a smile.

"Of course not, this mountain is very small." The latter said, spreading his hands.

"Easy to grasp".

"After we get married, I don't have time to take you on a honeymoon. We can only go hiking. Will you be disappointed?"

"No, now you not only belong to me, you also belong to Mexico. When we retire, we will have plenty of time to go there."

Regardless of whether this was true or not, Victor was really happy to hear it.

Which man doesn't want to have an understanding woman?

"Christmas is coming soon. Do you want to invite your father and others to celebrate together?"

Hearing this, Belsaria's eyes lit up. After all, she was unfamiliar with Mexico. Even though the people around her respected her, she still felt lonely.

"Would it be too much trouble?"

"Of course not. It's not far away."

Belsaria smiled happily, hugged Victor and gave him a big kiss.

The two continued to climb.

The mountains of Mount Tepeya are not low, some are two to three thousand meters high, but of course you can't climb them.

We plan to stay for one night in a newly built villa halfway up the mountain.

The scenery here is beautiful. You can see green plants and breathe fresh air as soon as you open the window.

"I'm so tired!" Belsalia lay down on the bed with her face spread out.

Victor was laughing beside him and was about to speak when he heard someone knocking softly at the door.

He looked up and saw that it was his confidential secretary Martin Bormann.

"You take a rest first." Victor said to his wife, walked out the door and closed it behind him.

At first glance, I saw the solemn expression on Martin Baumann's face.

"what happened?"

"American conservatives took action. Mr. Fields Ramsfield (the second uncle) and Ulrich (the father) were arrested on charges of... ink."

? ? ? ?
This charge confused Victor?

You're being too nonsensical.

"What about Bramo? (Brother)"

"Police and military in Rockford, Illinois are refusing to arrest their mayor, and people are protesting and using words and force to protect the last bloodline of Rumsfeld!"

This guy was originally from Hampton, Virginia, which is a famous "swing state" that is sometimes red and sometimes blue.

Although Illinois has turned blue now, it was red before, and old Rumsfeld had a high reputation here.

This can also be considered a political legacy.

Moreover, Bramo’s slogan is: America needs equality, America needs reform, and America needs grassroots!
He immediately turned many people into his supporters.

This guy is still very smart.

"Carter is also useless..."

Victor sighed.

An elite group of compradors, traitors and wealthy people began to face up to the situation.

Looks very fierce.

but:

“Imperialism is all paper tigers!”

……

(End of this chapter)