Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 706: This story is purely fictional!

San Miguel Garrison, Guadalajara State.

As evening approached, the sentries at the gate vigilantly watched for any activity outside the camp.

A dilapidated van painted with the words "Jetta Express" wobbled to a stop in the designated area outside the camp gate. The driver honked the horn twice, leaned out of the cab, and looked toward the guard post.

A young sergeant, Rojas, was leading two soldiers on a routine patrol near the entrance.

Hearing the horn, he frowned. According to regulations, civilian vehicles of this type were not allowed to get too close to the camp gate. He signaled to his men to pay attention, and then walked over.

Just then, an officer with the rank of second lieutenant swayed and walked towards the gate from inside the camp.

"My package!"

Lieutenant Alvarez called out to the delivery driver from a distance, ignoring Sergeant Rojas at the door, and walked straight to the delivery truck to sign for a small cardboard box.

He picked up the box, weighed it in his hand, and turned to walk back.

"Comrade Second Lieutenant."

Sergeant Rojas stepped forward, blocking his way, and spoke with the respect due to a subordinate to a superior, "According to the latest security regulations, all private packages sent into the camp must be registered and randomly inspected. May I ask what's inside?"

Lieutenant Alvarez paused, his brows furrowing immediately. "These are personal items. What, do I have to report to you when I buy something? It's none of your business."

Sergeant Rojas heard this.

Hey!
You tell me not to interfere, but I'm going to interfere anyway.

Normally, a few kind words would have been enough to make things go, but you were so arrogant?

The sergeant also lost his temper, "I need to check, please cooperate and open it."

Lieutenant Alvarez scoffed, tucked the package under his arm, and tried to force his way through. "Why are there so many rules? Get out of my way. I don't have time to argue with you."

"Lieutenant! Now that you put it that way, I'm even more determined to handle this!" Rojas's voice rose a few decibels, carrying an undeniable firmness. "Please cooperate with the inspection now! Open the package!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Lieutenant Alvarez was completely enraged, his face flushed red, pointing at Rojas's nose, "Calling you a sergeant is giving you face! You really think you're someone important? Get out of my way!"

The argument immediately caught the attention of the sentry at the gate and two of Rojas's soldiers, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Sergeant Rojas stopped wasting words and directly ordered a soldier next to him: "Go! Immediately notify the disciplinary officer, Captain Ortega, and tell him that an officer at the gate is refusing a security check, and the situation is suspicious!"

"Yes, sir!" the soldier replied, then turned and ran toward the military police office in the camp.

Upon seeing this, Lieutenant Alvarez's expression changed slightly, a fleeting hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but he remained defiant: "Call me an officer? Fine! I'd like to see what Ortega can do to me!"

He said that, but his feet unconsciously wanted to move towards the camp.

Sergeant Rojas keenly sensed his intention and once again stepped in front of him.

Before long, Captain Ortega, the military police officer on duty, arrived at the scene with two other tall military police officers.

"what happened?"

Captain Ortega glanced at the two opposing sides, his gaze finally settling on Lieutenant Alvarez and the package he was clutching tightly.

Sergeant Rojas immediately saluted and gave a brief report of the situation.

After listening, Lieutenant Ortega looked at Alvarez and asked, "Lieutenant, explain why you refused to comply with safety regulations?"

Lieutenant Alvarez's imposing manner paled in comparison to that of the higher-ranking officer, but he still stubbornly insisted: "Captain, it's just some personal belongings. He's just a sergeant, and he's really showing me no respect."

"face?"

"I am now ordering you, Lieutenant Alvarez, in my capacity as a duty military officer, to immediately open your package and submit to inspection!"

Lieutenant Alvarez's forehead began to sweat, and he tightened his grip on the package.

The more he resisted, the more suspicious Lieutenant Ortega's eyes became.

Without further hesitation, the captain swung his hand sharply: "Hold him down! Check the package!"

Upon receiving the order, Sergeant Rojas and the two tall military police rushed forward.

Lieutenant Alvarez tried to struggle, but he was no match for these well-trained military police. He was quickly pinned down and unable to move, and the package under his arm was forcibly taken away.

“You can’t do this! I’m an officer! This is an insult!!” Lieutenant Alvarez shouted hoarsely as he was pinned to the ground.

Lieutenant Ortega ignored his shouting and took the cardboard box himself.

The box was tightly wrapped with tape. He tore it open with force, and inside were a few ordinary changes of clothes. But the captain didn't stop. He carefully felt around and soon found that the clothes felt wrong. There was a hard lump at the bottom. He took all the clothes out and revealed a square object that was wrapped tightly with waterproof tarpaulin and transparent tape.

Lieutenant Ortega carefully sliced ​​open the layers of wrapping, and the tarpaulin was peeled away, revealing a white crystalline powder contained in a transparent sealed bag inside.

It's not just one layer, it's several layers!

When the last layer of plastic film was torn off, the shimmering white powder was revealed to all the officers and soldiers present!
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

poison!

Ruined……

Lieutenant Alvarez turned pale.

"Quick! Go get the director!" Ort shouted to the soldiers, "Control him."

An officer bought drugs!!!

(Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental!)
……

Colonel Diego Hernandez, the regimental commander, had just finished a meeting about bullying in the military and was discussing the issue with Lieutenant Colonel Mario Sosa, the deputy commander, when the head of the regimental office burst through the door.

"The regimental commander is in trouble."

"What could have happened? Did drug dealers break in? Why are you all so flustered?"

"Second Lieutenant Alvarez, the platoon leader of the first company, was arrested by the military police. At least one kilogram of drugs were found in his bag!"

"Bang!"

Colonel Hernandez dropped the ceramic teacup from his hand, which fell to the ground, scattering shards and tea everywhere.

"What the hell did you say?!" Colonel Hernandez steadied himself and grabbed the office director by the collar. "Say it again? What drugs?!"

"It really is the regimental commander, right at the camp gate, caught red-handed! Alvarez is under control!"

Lieutenant Colonel Sousa, standing nearby, also looked on in disbelief, muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

"Bastard! Scum! Corrupt officials in the army!! Execute him! Take him out and execute him immediately!!"

He was about to rush outside, seemingly wanting to personally kill the bastard who had tarnished his team's honor.

"Commander, calm down, calm down!" Lieutenant Colonel Sosa and the chief of staff held him tightly. "You can't take matters into your own hands in the military! You have to follow the proper procedures! You have to follow the procedures of a military court!"

"Procedure?! What the hell is the procedure?!" Colonel Hernandez roared, but his struggle weakened. He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with rage. "A kilogram of drugs in my regiment, and an officer at that! It's all over. Going to jail will be the least of my worries."

He slumped into the chair, covering his face with his hands.

This is really unlucky...

What a terrible subordinate!

Lieutenant Colonel Sosa was relatively calmer, but his face was equally grim. He waved for the office director to take control of the situation, then closed the door and said to Hernandez in a low voice, "Commander, this is too big a deal for us to handle."

"Suppress? With what can we use to suppress them?!"

Hernandez suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "There was just an incident of soldiers being bullied in California. The leader was furious and ordered a full-scale overhaul. Now every regiment has a political officer and military police directly under the Supreme Command. Do you think we can hide it from them?! I'm afraid the news has already reached the military region!"

Things progressed faster than they had anticipated.

The incident happened very quickly and was reported immediately. The directly subordinate political officers did not need to go through the regiment's orders; they only needed to know that they were responsible to the leader.

The military district investigation team and a joint investigation team composed of military police and political officers directly under the Supreme Command completed the preliminary investigation with maximum efficiency. The case report was submitted as "urgent" and simultaneously along the military command chain and the political officer system. Within almost 24 hours, it was on the desks of the highest-ranking military officials, including Secretary of Defense Kennedy, Chief of Staff General Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Deputy Chief of Staff Edward Fritz Blomberg, and Army Chief of Staff Sigmar Lister.

When the bigwigs saw the report, their first reaction was disbelief at their eyes.

The storm surrounding the bullying incident in the military has not yet completely subsided, and now another case of officers trafficking drugs has surfaced?!

This is practically walking into the line of fire, and carrying a bomb into Viktor's most sensitive nerve!
"Hold!"

……

Mexico City, National Palace, top-floor office.

Viktor had just finished reviewing a report on the development of the new energy industry. He rubbed his temples. Casare walked in with a folder in his hand, his steps heavy and his expression unusually solemn.

"Secretary of the Army Kennedy, the Chief of Staff, and Army Headquarters Sigmar Lister have arrived. There is an emergency to report to you," Casare said in a low voice.

Three important departments sent people together?
Viktor looked up, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Let them in."

The four of them filed in.

Why did you all come together?

As the minister, Kennedy gritted his teeth and presented the investigation report to Victor's desk with both hands.

"Sir, a message has come up from the troops below." Kennedy's voice sounded somewhat tense.

Viktor frowned, picked up the report, and quickly began to read it.

The air in the office seemed to freeze; the only sounds were the rustling of Viktor turning the pages and the heavy, uneasy breathing of several high-ranking military officials.

As Viktor read on, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hehehe... Good, very good."

"The issue of 'officers and soldiers being one family' hasn't been resolved yet, and now I'm faced with another case: an officer trafficking drugs, and even abusing his position to smuggle them directly in from outside the camp..."

His smile vanished abruptly, and the next second, a roar exploded in the office like thunder:
"Are we the government or Mexico's biggest drug cartel?! Huh?!!"

Victor suddenly stood up, grabbed the report, and slammed it down in front of Secretary Kennedy!

"How could you be a defense minister?! What about military discipline?! What about basic drug screening?! Did you feed it all to the dogs?!"

Kennedy lowered his head, not daring to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Viktor then turned to General Kitchener: "Kitchiner! What is the General Staff doing?! They can't even figure out the operational plans, yet they keep producing this kind of mess?! Do your staff officers all have a copy too?!"

Viktor walked around them, spitting almost in their faces, his curses growing harsher and more piercing with each word.

The criticism ranged from lax military management to a lack of ideological development; from dereliction of duty by high-ranking officers to ineffective grassroots supervision; from betraying the people's trust to tarnishing the military's honor…

He cursed for more than three hours straight!

No one dared to utter a single word, not even daring to breathe. The secretaries and guards outside the office could faintly hear the roaring sounds coming from inside, and they all fell silent, trembling with fear.

It wasn't until Viktor's voice became hoarse from yelling that his anger subsided somewhat.

He sat back down in his chair, picked up his water glass, took a sip, and glanced at the four people in front of him who were almost completely exhausted.

"Immediately establish a special military court directly under the Supreme Command to handle this case strictly, severely, and swiftly! Lieutenant Alvarez, execute him by firing squad immediately after the public trial! Relevant responsible leaders, those who should be dismissed, those who should be investigated, and those who should be brought to a military court, none of them shall be let off the hook!"

"Also, I need to know where his drugs came from? Who has the ability to smuggle drugs into my troops!"

“Using this case as a typical example, we will launch a thorough and in-depth campaign to ‘eliminate the pernicious influence and rectify discipline’ throughout the entire army! You few, go down to the grassroots level to supervise this personally! If I find any more units with this kind of rotten behavior, you can put your resignation letters and your service pistols on my desk.”

"Get out!"

……

In the dark and cramped confinement room, Lieutenant Alvarez curled up on the bed, staring blankly at the gray ceiling.

From the moment he was captured, he knew that his military career and even his life had come to an end.

At the height of Viktor's crackdown on military discipline, the involvement of such a large quantity of drugs meant that his only fate was a court-martial and execution.

"Dangdang!"

The iron gate was suddenly pulled open from the outside, and blinding light shone in, causing Alvarez to squint instinctively.

Two political officers with gloomy expressions walked in, the one in the lead being Major Martinez, a regimental-level political work supervisor.

"Alvarez, this is your last chance."

The other person simply turned their head away, closed their eyes, and used silence to confront everything.

He developed a numb, resigned attitude, not wanting to say anything, and too lazy to say anything more.

The questioning lasted for more than half an hour. No matter how much Major Martinez explained the consequences and even hinted that cooperating with the investigation might give him a chance in the military court, Alvarez remained as stubborn as a rock and never uttered a word.

Major Martinez's patience finally ran out.

He slammed his hand on the table, pointing a huge finger at Alvarez's nose, his voice trembling with extreme disappointment and anger:
"Alvarez! You bastard! Do you know you're smearing the entire army's reputation?! Have you forgotten how your father died?!"

Alvarez's body trembled almost imperceptibly, but he still did not open his eyes.

Major Martinez continued his roar, each word piercing the heart: "I remember your file! Your father was ambushed and killed by the bastards of the 'Gulf' during a clearing operation in Tabasco state ten years ago! He was a hero who died for his country. Your mother, with her meager pension and odd jobs, raised you and your brother with great difficulty. The army accepted you and trained you to become an officer so that you could carry on your father's legacy and provide your mother and brother with a stable support and honor!"

"And what about you?! What the hell are you doing?! You're dealing drugs! You're touching those things that killed your father and ruined countless families! You're trampling on the glory your father earned with his life! How are your mother and brother supposed to hold their heads high now?! If they knew what you're like now, what you've done, what would they think?! Your father would be ashamed of you even in his grave! He'd be utterly humiliated!"

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

Lieutenant Alvarez suddenly opened his eyes and roared.

He could disregard his own life and death, and endure military trial, but he could not bear the shame his family would suffer because of him, could not imagine the heartbroken and desperate looks in his mother's and brother's eyes when they learned the truth, and could not face the possible, utterly disappointed gaze of his father in the afterlife.

"Then tell us!"

"I'll tell you where I came from, just don't tell my mother and brother, don't let them know, let them think I died in the line of duty... please? I beg you, Major!"

He raised his head, his face full of tears and pleading. At that moment, he looked more like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being abandoned by his family.

Major Martinez looked at him, and the anger in his chest subsided slightly, replaced by a complex sense of heaviness.

He took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly but still serious: "It depends on your performance and the ultimate nature of the matter."

Lieutenant Alvarez seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing to his knees. In a heavily nasal voice, he began to recount his story in fits and starts:
"I met him at a 'Blues Bar' in downtown Guadalajara during my last vacation. He's Vietnamese, and she said her name is Anna... We hit it off really well..."

In his narrative, an elaborate trap gradually emerges. The woman named "Anna" is young, beautiful, and proactive. In the atmosphere of alcohol and ambiguity, Alvarez quickly succumbs and has a relationship with her.

After several dates, Anna began to casually mention to him that there was a "new type of entertainment product" that was very exciting, and he reluctantly let her try it for the first time.

By the time he realized it was drugs, it was too late. Anna then revealed her true colors, threatening to report the indecent photos she had taken of him with the military to force him to use his officer status to help smuggle "something" into the barracks, promising him a huge reward.

“She said it was just a small favor, not much, just once. I was scared, and a little greedy for the money, so I agreed…” Alvarez covered his face with his hands, his voice filled with regret. “This time she said the amount was a bit large, but it’s too late for me to turn back…”

"Anna? Her contact information? How do I find her?"

"I...I only have her phone number. She's always the one who contacts me first, using different public phones. I don't know where she lives, or who's behind her..."

Major Martinez immediately jotted down the phone number, turned and strode out of the confinement cell, ordering the military police waiting outside: "Immediately hand this number over to the technical investigation department for location and tracing. At the same time, notify the Guadalajara police and security department to jointly conduct surveillance and investigation of the 'Blues Bar' and the surrounding area! Be quick!"

He realized that this was not just a case of a single officer's corruption, but likely concealed a drug trafficking network attempting to infiltrate and corrupt the military.

"Major, please, don't tell my mother."

Martinez took a deep breath, his lips twitching. "I will!"

……

(End of this chapter)