Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 551: Aren’t electric batons considered part of the per capita electricity consumption?
"Haiti is in chaos right now. After the French came in, they didn't establish effective public security at all. Instead, they allowed gangs and drug dealers to become more rampant."

Mexican News Agency: Agustin Przewuchil stood at the table and spoke loudly.

Victor frowned and looked at the photo again and again in his hand.

There were French soldiers who were beaten to death and had their heads stepped on by gangsters, who were showing off their power.

There were French officers being dragged by pickup trucks...

There was even a French ambassador who was stripped naked and hanged in Port-Prince.

If I were Charles de Gaulle, I would climb out of my coffin right now and have a manly duel with President François Mitterrand.

One third of the men in France went to heaven with their sainted daughters;
A third of the men followed their emperor on his expedition to Hell;

A third of the men died in the trenches of Verdun;

"Can you tell me why a military camp was breached so easily?"

Augustin Prueuchre raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "With the help of the French, they found 200 prostitutes in the local area to enter the military camp to celebrate their Epiphany (L'piphanie). Then, the women stole the guns of the French soldiers and killed the sentry..."

"..."

Casare, who was sitting next to him, also looked up in astonishment. He looked at Augustin Przewulcir, wanting to see if this intelligence boss was joking.

I’m afraid the air will suddenly become quiet…

"France relied on women, dwarfs and foreigners to win the war. What a waste." Victor did not hide his dissatisfaction at all and banged the table hard.

What a pathetic death!
thump thump—

Confidential secretary Martin knocked on the door and came in. "Sir, the French ambassador is here."

"Let him in."

"You go ahead and do your work," Victor said to Augustin Przewczyr, who nodded and said before leaving, "Sir, our intelligence agents in France said they saw the French Foreign Minister having dinner with a senior CIA official."

Victor's eyes narrowed, "I see."

When Augustin Przewczynski was leaving his office, he bumped into the French ambassador who was walking in. The other party glanced at him but didn't even say hello.

Not polite at all.

"Good morning, Mr. Victor." Aurelio Villa bowed slightly.

"I'm so bad. When I heard that you guys were beaten to a pulp by some gangster bastards in Haiti, the back of my head started to hurt!"

Victor said bluntly, "You still want to get a share of the North American pie? The Americans don't need to come, you should all get out of Haiti."

"Guba and I set up the stage for you. When you were singing, I thought you were showing your face, but you showed your butt and dick instead."

Aurelio Villa never expected that he wouldn't even have a glass of water or a seat when he came in, and he would be pointed at and scolded.

This was a bit too much for the proud French.

We are European orthodox!

There is a saying: Mitterrand: First, please invite the holy emperor Napoleon, second, please invite Joan of Arc to possess me, third, please invite Emperor Charles de Gaulle, and the ancestors will appear to drive away the evil spirits.

The white-hearted tricolor flag in my left hand, the great diamond stick in my right hand, and the black and green Madonna help me to kill the evil Angsa!
God helps the Knights, just because the Anglo-Saxons are trying to grab the US dollar. If you don't believe it, look carefully, Britain and the United States are now both in trouble. Please send down Christ the Messiah, and the saints will be possessed and pass on the art.

The high-speed rail was torn down, the base stations were dismantled, the aircraft carriers and the French were purchased in the sea, the enemies were terrified, the British and American gangs cried, and the Anglo-Japanese devils were all eliminated, and the Franks unified Jingjiang Mountain!

Europe would be incomplete without France.

"Mr. Victor, this is very disrespectful to us. You should know that we are now having an equal conversation."

Victor grabbed the photos and information on the table and threw them at him, "Deng Ping, look at your performance. How can I trust you?"

Aurelio Vera bent down to pick up the photo, his face turned pale and black as he looked at it. When he saw that it was a photo of a prostitute, his brain suddenly became congested and his steps became a little unsteady.

Seeing him like this, Casare suddenly asked, "Don't you know what happened, Mr. Aurelio?"

"I…"

“I haven’t received any definite information yet.”

Aurelio Villa was a little embarrassed.

Victor laughed out loud, he was so angry that he laughed.

Casare also shook his head helplessly.

Perhaps because he felt a little embarrassed, Aurelio Villa wanted to take the initiative into his own hands and said stiffly, "So, we hope that Mexico and Cuba will help us to consolidate Haiti again."

"Kneel down and speak."

“??? What do you mean?” Aurelio Villa was stunned.

"Is this your attitude when you ask for help? Idiot! Do you still hold your head up when you ask for help?"

"We are allies—"

"Meng Ni Ma, I want to ask what your foreign minister and the senior CIA officials talked about together? Who did they talk about for a long time?"

Victor tore off the mask of hypocrisy and said with a sinister look, "Or are you waiting for a good price, waiting to turn against us on the battlefield?"

Aurelio Villa was immediately panicked when he heard this.

"I don't know, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Victor grabbed the ashtray next to him.

"Boss, boss, there's no need, no need!" Casare quickly stood up and held Victor's shoulders.

"We are civilized people, civilized people."

Victor took a deep breath and realized that his temper was still too explosive.

Aurelio Villa had no idea that he had just had a close call with death. If this thing had fallen down, he would have been crippled at least if not killed.

"You want us to help you? No problem. Three requests."

"First, declare your membership in the People's Alliance and declare your support for any military action by Mexico!"

"this…"

"Shut up!" Victor shouted angrily, "If you interrupt me again, I will sink you into the sea."

Aurelio Villa shut his mouth immediately and cursed in his heart.

What is the nature of the state and the mafia?
In a few decades, the Tacos of Afghanistan will tell you that it is the difference between wearing national clothes and western clothes.

"Second, Haiti is too big for you to control, so we have to send troops as well."

“Third, you must show solidarity with Palestine.”

When Aurelio Villa heard this, he knew there was no hope.

What a joke.

If the French top leaders are so tough, are they still French?

Victor is being difficult on purpose.

"I need to report to Paris."

Victor waved his hands as if to swat away a fly, and Aurelio Villa walked out of the office feeling his back was soaked.

But more of a feeling of humiliation.

He has no idea of ​​diplomatic etiquette.

After all, I am an ambassador!
"What a damn minister. He looks so fucking ugly." Victor cursed at him after he left.

"I plan to send troops to Haiti. That place is too close to the United States and is a very important strategic location. I can't leave it to useless people."

Casare thought for a moment and nodded, then said:

"The United States still has more deterrence on Europe than we do. I think France will go to Medellin, which is supported by the Five Eyes Alliance."

"The powerful people who have been high and mighty for a long time are still arrogant in their bones. They look at us as if we were nouveau riche." Victor said calmly.

"We need to speed up the construction of new weapons."

Casare thought Victor wanted to speed up the factory.

But it is not the case...

What he was thinking about was how to earn more points so that he could directly exchange them for weapons.

How can something made be exchanged as quickly as something produced?
“How many gangs and drug dealers are there in Haiti?” Victor asked.

Casare frowned and thought. In fact, don't think that he really got promoted by relying on others. In fact, he has a very good memory. It may be an exaggeration to say that he has a photographic memory, but he can remember the data he has seen in the short term.

"It was about 200 gangs, and I think it was over a million people."

"100 million!"

Victor suddenly looked up.

Casare didn't know why the boss was so determined, but he nodded anyway.

"Damn, a million drug dealers and gangsters on an island, this is hell."

Destroy!

Kill them all!
Be sure to radiate love and peace.

At first, it was me, Victor, who was blind and thought that there were only tens of thousands of gangsters in Haiti, and that they were not interesting. But you told me that there were 100 million...

The average score per person is 600 points.

That’s 6 million points?
Of course it can't be that little. According to Victor's guess, it must be at least ten times as much.

600 points is just a small boss in Mexico...

But Haiti...

The level of brutality is no less than that of the gangs in Latin America.

At least Latin American gangs are afraid of the police. You brazenly set fire to government buildings, kidnap politicians, and kill innocent people...

Cough cough cough, they seem to be all the same.

Damn, they are all birds of a feather.

Casare hesitated, then said, "Boss, we have military operations in many places right now. Although we are not afraid of the Haitian gangs, if we are distracted by them, it will put pressure on us to fight against Medellin and the forces behind them."

Salvadoran Gendarmerie!
Medellin bomber group!
We also have to defend the more than 3,000-kilometer border between the United States and Mexico.

Now they are going to use military force against Haiti. To be honest, if someone else had proposed this plan, Casare would have thought that the other party was trying to drag Mexico into the quagmire of war.

"Our decisive battle with Medellin won't happen so soon. The relationship between European countries is not as harmonious as it seems. They are especially wary of the United States. How long has the United States been preparing for the Gulf War?"

"More than five months, but that was when the United States had no internal or external troubles. Now, the Black Panther Party has already set off a trend in a few states, and extreme left organizations have also begun armed resistance. This fire cannot be suppressed. They want to point the spearhead at the outside, but I'm afraid it won't work. This civil unrest is not going to play tricks on you. If you are not careful, the United States will disintegrate."

Victor is not talking nonsense.

What the world lacks the least is ambitious people. Seeing that the US military has not yet killed the man after several months, many people have begun to have wild thoughts.

It is said that someone has contacted Bram Rumsfeld and said that he hopes to invest in him.

Wang Defa?
Of course, this is all too common. Throughout history, during the Civil War, although it was a war between slave owners and factory owners, there were also people internally scheming against each other, and no matter who won, they could not fall.

Of course, some people also approached Victor.

After all, there is no need to guess now, he is the one behind Bram Rumsfeld.

There is no shortage of gamblers in the world, just as there is no shortage of bastards in Israel.

"A few months is enough for us to conquer Haiti." Casare thought about it and agreed.

"I really want to drop an atom bomb over there."

"!!!"

Victor smiled and waved his hand, "I'm just kidding. Do you think I look like that kind of person?"

Casare laughed dryly twice, his heart beating fast, thinking it wouldn't be serious, right?
"Call Kennedy and the others. I want to discuss the plan of sending troops to Haiti."

"it is good!"

After the other party left the office, Victor was thinking about how to get more points.

After thinking about it, my eyes lit up.

He picked up the phone. "Hello, Alfred Schlieffen?"

...

El Salvador. Terrorist detention centre.

A large prison built by Mexico. It is about the size of 6 football fields. It has complete facilities and the prison guards are very concerned about the human rights of the prisoners and will never lynch them.

They can even enjoy electricity!
Of course, this was announced to the public.

But in fact…

It's in a suburb, there's a wall more than ten meters high, with an electric fence on top, and a small shabby house inside.

prisoner?

Drug dealer?

It's like being thrown here with hands and feet tied up like a dog.

It can accommodate more than 1 people!
Shit is also here...

There are no human rights at all.

Have a meal?

You could see soldiers throwing mashed potatoes on the ground, and if they wanted to eat them, they had to fight each other.

Electricity?

Of course there are. I use electric rollers to beat them every day, and they make a lot of noise.

Per capita electricity consumption is very high, exceeding that of developed cities.

Don't worry, there are no innocent people here.

Gangsters have at least three to five lives on their hands.

Commander of the Gendarmerie Alfred Schlieffen and Deputy Commander Major General Oscar Hutier visited the place and frowned at the stench in the air, but did not care.

“How many more people can be accommodated?”

The warden stood nearby and shook his head, "There's no room left. It's all packed."

"There are no good people in El Salvador. Clean up the debris inside." Alfred Schlieffen raised his head and said, "Make room for the next criminal."

The warden shuddered, "Commander, the Salvadoran Human Rights Department has applied several times to come and inspect..."

"Reject them, what a shitty department."

"After new criminals are sent in, all the old ones will be cleared out. It's a waste of money to keep them."

Three potatoes a day are free.

The warden saw Lieutenant General Alfred Schlieffen glance over and tensed up, “Yes!”

"Let me go. There are a lot of new recruits coming later. Let them practice their skills." said Major General Oscar Hutier.

Alfred Schlieffen thought for a moment and nodded, "It would be good to see some blood."

Of course, the drug dealers below had no idea that just a few words from someone could decide their life or death.

Tens of thousands of people were lying in the huge open space...

I'm wearing short sleeves.

Very cold!

Curled up.

It really seems a bit unbearable. Maybe they were forced to join the gang, but they must have been very happy when they were killing people and selling drugs.

"Damn Mexicans, I will, will, will kill them all!" A man with the MS-13 logo painted on his head, tattoos all over his face, a thick physique, and a ferocious look cursed in a low voice.

There are many people like him...

Kill the Mexicans, kill the Mexicans...

It's almost an obsession.

"What's that sound?" Suddenly, a thin man next to him spoke up, staring, "I feel... the ground is shaking."

The criminals all raised their heads uneasily and looked around.

The huge iron gate slowly opened.

Under everyone's gaze, six M2 infantry fighting vehicles drove in and then... lined up in a row!
"He...what are they doing?!" Someone suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Oh no, they're going to shoot! The Mexicans are going to kill us!!!"

I don't know who shouted, but everyone panicked all of a sudden. Thousands of people were shocked and got up from the ground, screaming and howling and running around.

“Swept!!”

The ruthless voice of Deputy Commander Major General Oscar Hutier came from the radio on the M2 Infantry Fighting Vehicle.

The original M2 infantry fighting vehicle was equipped with an M1C 240mm coaxial machine gun, but the gendarmerie felt that the firepower was insufficient, so when they came, they asked someone to DIY it and installed an M7.62 rapid-fire machine gun, which is the Vulcan cannon.

6000 rounds per minute...

As long as you have enough bullets, you are a standing target.

Woo-woo-woo—thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!

The M134 rapid-fire machine gun began to spit fire...

The six armored vehicles presented a firepower network with almost no blind spots.

The group of people who rushed towards the gate like headless flies were turned into a bloody mist.

The main thing is that they have ropes tied around their feet, so they can’t move fast at all. They just jump around like zombies. Aren’t they targets?

A prisoner who looked very young ran slowly, and he saw his elder brother in front of him being hit by bullets in the head and body, and then the broken limbs flew everywhere, and the blood and flesh covered the prisoner's face like a palm fan.

His mind is blank!
Pupils are dilating.

But the next second, a bullet directly made a half hole in his head, his brains flowed out, and he fell heavily to the ground.

There was still fear in his eyes.

He had seen many horrific scenes, and he had even stuffed a child into the toilet once, but... he had never seen such a massacre!!!
This is massacre!!!

This is the difference between the army and the mafia.

Perhaps people in later generations will criticize Mexico’s cruelty in the fight against drugs and gangs, but please don’t forget that justice will always prevail!

Alfred Schlieffen and others standing in the highest tower of the prison looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows. He held a cup of coffee and watched quietly.

The body was lying in a mess.

There was blood everywhere...

After the roar of the machine guns continued for more than ten minutes, there were no prisoners left standing in the entire prison.

"Stop shooting!"

"Charge and crush!"

New orders were being given in the communication channels of the six armored vehicles.

The crew stepped on the accelerator, and the wheels ran over the body. Puff—

It's like a balloon.

There was meat stuck in the track, just like a vegetable leaf stuck between your teeth.

Many officers standing behind Alfred Schlieffen also looked unhappy. This kind of massacre must not be spread out.

otherwise…

We have to protest again!
"Let the new soldiers come up and collect the bodies. Once they are cleaned up, the next batch of prisoners will arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Thousands of new recruits from the Santa Catarina Recruit Supply Camp who were recruited into the gendarmerie looked at the corpses all over the ground and the smell of blood in the air, and some of them vomited directly.

this is not…

The problem of psychological quality.

It's a real physiological reaction.

New recruit Otti Murphy, who held the rank of private, licked his lips and looked at the corpse on the ground opposite him. He heard his comrades next to him exclaiming in low voices.

But he…

I always feel my blood beating.

"Okay, you two will work in groups to carry the bodies. Finish the job quickly and rest early, rookies!" The leading officer waved his hand and signaled them to move forward.

Under military orders, many recruits had no choice but to move forward even though they felt sick.

Otti Murphy stepped into a pool of blood. The blood seemed to be hot and seeped into his shoes immediately. He looked at the broken limbs on the ground and frowned slightly.

"If you find any survivors, please send them on their way." the officer shouted in the distance.

"Hurry up, Otti, damn it, I'm here to be a soldier, not a corpse collector." After urging his comrade-in-arms, he saw a relatively intact corpse and squatted down to collect it.

The hand suddenly moved and grabbed his wrist fiercely, scaring the other person to scream.

Everyone around looked over.

Otti Murphy went up and kicked the arm, sending it flying. He hurriedly supported his comrade, "How's it going, Oko?"

"What are you yelling about? Are you so mentally fragile?" The officer came over and said loudly with a frown.

"No, sir, I...I just..."

"Just what, huh, you come alone with this body, Otti, you go downstairs."

"Yes!" Otti Murphy stood up straight and responded, then turned around and went to look for body parts and threw them into the trash can.

His expression looks like... he's enjoying it a bit?

When Oko, who was being scolded, saw him like this, he called him a psycho.

"Prepare some soft tofu for breakfast for these new recruits tomorrow," said Deputy Commander Oscar Hutier.

He is as insidious as a fox.

These Mexican recruits should feel honored. After all, not every country's army in the world has the opportunity to see blood, and many branches of the military do not have this opportunity.

Learn to cherish.

After a busy night, the recruits finally cleaned up the bodies on the ground. The quartermaster then served them German tender tofu, which was different from tofu pudding, but many recruits vomited when they saw it.

"one more bowl!"

Otti Murphy held out the bowl and licked his lips.

The quartermaster looked at him in surprise, and his comrades looked on in fear.

Deputy Commander Major General Oscar Hutier, who had been waiting all night, came over with some interest.

"Stand at attention!" the officers around shouted, and the recruits stood up straight subconsciously.

"It's okay, just sit anywhere. You're great, young man. What's your name?"

"Reporting to the commander, Otti Murphy!"

Oscar Hutier patted him on the shoulder and said admiringly, "I am in need of an attendant. You can follow me from now on."

Everyone around looked at him with envy when they heard this.

Many people secretly cursed their own performance, wishing they had been braver earlier.

Otti Murphy was startled, then he straightened up and said, "Thank you, sir!"

What does it mean to reach the sky in one step? This is what it means to reach the sky in one step.

...

And Victor in Mexico, after waking up, found that he had gained more than 2000 million points. After taking a closer look, he found that it was extra income from Salvador.

This looks like a prison, right?

His eyes turned red immediately.

Haiti…

But there are more than one million!

snap…

He lit a cigarette for himself and looked out the window quietly.

Thank you French...

(End of this chapter)