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Chapter 224 Cleansing the Emperor's Side!
Michoacán, Mexico.

The Mexicans here are oblivious to the civil war in neighboring Guatemala, and to Milton, who has shocked countless people—because right before their eyes, at this very moment, a great war is breaking out that affects everyone!
A new generation of Jalisco drug cartels, which has inexplicably and forcefully risen to power and quickly occupied the state of Jalisco, now claiming the former home of the Guadalajara Cartel, are engaged in fierce fighting with the local Milénio Cartel.

Or rather, many of CJNG's core members were originally from the Mileonio Cartel, and the current battle is an outright civil war among drug dealers.

However, this civil war affected a large number of civilians.

At this moment, on a street in a slum.

Boom boom boom!
A convoy of bulletproof Humvees drove in from a distance, their M60 machine gun turrets with gun shields firing wildly, sweeping through a bunker heavily guarded by drug dealers.

"Ah...I'm bleeding!"

"Run! Elmenjohn, that madman, is coming! Run, run!"

“CJNG is terrifying. Someone go and talk to the boss and ask us to make peace with them... These lunatics are here to kill, not to make money.”

"..."

Boom boom boom!
Under the relentless barrage of bulletproof vehicles and machine gun fire, the Mileonio Group members behind their bunkers are retreating in disarray.

Old rifles and submachine guns couldn't even lift their heads in front of armored vehicles and machine guns!
"Hahahaha... Die!" The Hummer rolled over cover, and a CJNG drug dealer looked at the enemy lying on the ground, throwing down his rifle and begging for his life. Without any mercy, he pointed his gun at him and pulled the trigger. "Die, coward! Hahahaha!"

chug chu...

The M60 kept firing relentlessly. Even though the first bullet was enough to kill the enemy, the drug dealer still used a full 100 rounds, turning the enemy's body into mincemeat before the gunfire finally stopped.
"What the hell? Are you an idiot? Why would you need so many bullets to kill one person?!"

"It wasn't me who used it..." The drug dealer on the roof looked completely innocent. "I released the trigger, but this thing was still firing automatically."

"The M60 is garbage, the Americans gave us this piece of junk... I'll sell it and get a PKM next time."

"Tch, this trash is more than enough to deal with these useless people. No wonder the boss abandoned them. Such a huge bunch of garbage, and they still have the nerve to occupy such a good position with so many customers? And they even surrendered to that shorty who got arrested and thrown in jail. Bah!"

"They didn't surrender to 'The Shorty' or 'May' (Ismail Zambad), they were planning to kneel before Coronel, but they're all the same, cowards, and should all be eliminated!"

In fact, the Sinaloa Group not only boasts the renowned "El Chapo" Guzmán and "May" Zambada, but also Coronel...

After discovering that Elmenjohn and his associates had connections with Americans, the other senior executives of the Milénio Group were terrified and tried to integrate into the Sinaloa Group, which was in charge of local business. CJNG finally stopped pretending and began to take over their old employer.

Elmenjo took over a large portion of his former employers' territory using ruthless methods, inheriting most of their influence. At the same time, he quickly stabilized the situation by employing the fastest and most brutal methods, militarized management, and a large number of American weapons of dubious origin.

Other loosely organized drug cartels had never seen such a level of organization as CJNG and were repeatedly defeated.

What's even more terrifying is that in such a short period of time, CJNG has released many incredibly cruel videos showing various people being executed. This makes other drug dealers, who have no faith and only want to make money, even more reluctant to provoke these lunatics.

"Victory!"

“Milenio’s cowards are running away, ha ha ha…”

"Grab them! Don't let these cowards get away! Such cowardly behavior should be severely punished."

"..."

Soon, after wiping out the remaining enemies, the CJNG drug dealers gathered together with guns in hand.

These men are no ordinary people; most of them have served in the Mexican army and are extremely capable and highly motivated.

Looking at his men, Elmenjohn felt very pleased with himself. He picked up a sack, pulled out two large stacks of US dollars, and stuffed them into the hands of the drug dealer who was leading the charge.

"This is a commendation for our bravest soldiers!"

"Don't underestimate him just because he wasn't fighting on the front lines. If it weren't for him risking his life to transport food and ammunition for us right under the enemy's nose, we wouldn't have been able to hold out until victory... This money is for everyone here!"

"Come up one by one to collect your money."

"We have now occupied Jalisco, and we have the Pacific Ocean... and soon we will have the Atlantic coastline from Tabasco to Veracruz!"

"In the future, we will earn far more dollars than we do now, far more than we can count!"

"We control the sea, but we won't let the land go either... The soldiers in Chiapas are fighting a bloody battle and will soon have complete control of the border between Mexico and Guatemala, monopolizing the freight routes throughout Central America."

“‘Shorty’ and ‘May’ are old fogies who are just sitting around doing nothing and waiting to die; why is Amado called ‘King of the Sky’? Because he can’t control the land and the sea; Abrego is even worse, a petty scoundrel, and under his leadership, the Gulf Group will definitely become a second-rate group.”

"The Tijuana Group and the Juarez Group are waging a tunnel war, the Sinaloa Group is fighting the Gulf Group for control of Tamaulipas... but they don't realize that we, the new generation of Jalisco, are the ultimate winners."

"CJNG will surpass the Sinaloa Cartel, no, it will surpass the Guadalajara Cartel, and become the strongest and richest cartel!"

"..."

Surpassing the former Mexican drug empire, Guadalajara...

Hearing these inspiring words and seeing the exhilarating US dollars in their hands, all the drug dealers present cheered excitedly.

"Long live!"

"great!!!"

"Following the boss, we can earn more US dollars than we could ever earn in our lifetime!"

"Kill! Kill all the way to the Atlantic Ocean, kill all the way to Guatemala!"

"..."

Elmenjo was very satisfied with his men's morale. He stood up and clapped his hands: "Alright, the money has been distributed, the reward phase is complete, now it's time for the punishment phase."

Judging from his appearance, Elmenjoe, just like his nickname "Big Beard," had a typical Mexican look and was not fierce at all.

When he first started handing out money, he was just like "May," charming everyone and loved by all the drug dealers.

But right after he uttered the word "punishment," his previously excited eyes suddenly turned extremely vicious and cruel.

Elmenjo turned around abruptly and stared at a drug dealer who had just received the money but hadn't even started counting it yet.

He stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the drug dealer by the neck, his fingers almost digging into the trachea, and pulled upwards sharply.

"You son of a bitch, I told you, this battle is important, very important, very important!!! I said, anyone who dares to mess things up will pay a heavy price, even Jesus couldn't save them!!!"

"Now tell me, why are so many of the walkie-talkies you're in charge of unusable?!"

"How many dollars have you swallowed? Are you trading our lives for dollars?!"

After Elmenjoy finished cursing, he forcefully threw the drug dealer into a corner and tossed him together with the captured prisoners of war.

"Ugh...cough cough cough..." The drug dealer gagged twice before looking up with pleading eyes at the ruthless boss who terrified countless people. "Boss, boss...I didn't embezzle any money. You can check the accounts. I bought this batch of goods from the Americans and the CIA. They guaranteed it was good stuff. Who knew it would be this quality!"

Elmenjo sneered, "If everyone were like you, making excuses and trying to escape responsibility, then today our guns would jam, our food would be expired, and our cars would be unable to start!"

"The others don't have these problems; they also bought their equipment from the Americans and the CIA!"

"You damned beast! If you won't take responsibility, are we supposed to?"

"..."

The drug dealer, with tears in his eyes, glanced at the scattered banknotes on the ground, said nothing, and looked at Elmenjo with pleading eyes.

Elmenjo knew exactly what he was thinking, and gave a chilling laugh: "Want to leave this money for your family? Sure... I remember you, you came from an extermination camp, didn't you?"

“I can give you…” Elmenjohn scanned everyone, including the prisoners of war, “I can give all of you a chance.”

Elmenjo pointed at the drug dealer who had made the mistake and said, "Whoever can eat this coward's heart will be spared from death."

"And you, if you can keep quiet while your heart is being ripped out, this money can go to your family."

"Camera crew, get ready..."

"This performance will become another reliable weapon for us to deter other forces!"

"..."

When Elmenjo said these words, the people in the audience were shocked and terrified, as if they couldn't believe that such perverted things came out of a human mouth.

CJNG... So cruel, so perverted, so insane!
There were so many prisoners of war present, but only one chance to survive.

Killing off the other companions wasn't enough; they also had to eat a living one...

The drug dealers also experienced an overwhelming sense of physical nausea.

But Elmenjoy wasn't going to give them even a moment's time. He waved his hand, summoning two armed guards, and laughed, "Remember, this is a no-rules...survival competition. Let's begin."

Wow!

Upon hearing this, the desperate prisoners of war could only jump up from the ground.

Some people rush straight to their target, trying to strike first and complete the task as quickly as possible; some drug dealers take the opportunity to ambush others, intending to kill everyone else so they can devour their target as the absolute victor; and others try to find an inconspicuous corner to hide in, hoping to become the ultimate beneficiary.

In short, the lure of survival motivated everyone, revealing their true, ugly sides.

"Hahaha... that tall guy looked like he could fight, but he was taken down in just two or three moves. It's hilarious."

"Hey, that idiot who was hiding has been caught."

"He wanted to grab the target and start eating first, but he didn't realize that without tools, how could he possibly achieve his goal so quickly? No wonder he got beaten up, huh?"

"It's hilarious, better than Hollywood movies."

"..."

The lunatics of CJNG gathered together to admire their own art.

After watching for a while, Elmenjohn got a little tired of it. He turned around, went back into the house, sat down, picked up a Cohiba, took a couple of puffs, and then asked, "By the way... how's the matter in Chiapas going?"

With the help of the CIA, the CJNG has completely taken over Jalisco, and it's only a matter of time before they take over the other side of the Atlantic. There are only some remnants left to be swept away, which are not a threat.

The only thing that made Elmenjohn a little unsure was the situation in Chiapas.

It wasn't because the Chiapas state government was tough, nor because the insurgents were unfriendly towards drugs—these rabble were utterly insignificant compared to the elite CJNG forces, equipped with American weapons, and their ability to buy off the local government and public opinion through sheer numbers.

It doesn't matter that we can't take Tapachula to the south for the time being. CJNG has the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, and all we need now is a road, a safe smuggling road.

Tapachula is impassable, Comitan is.

What made him most uneasy was a piece of intelligence from the CIA—according to reliable sources, DEA agents might be planning something big in Chiapas.

As for Milton, Elmenjo didn't take him seriously at all.

Guatemala is nothing. When did their fate become up to their own people to decide?
Moreover, although Elmenjoe looked down on Milton, he was also extremely cautious in dealing with this enemy—he contacted Guatemalan President Alzu through his relationship with the CIA.

Use the Guatemalan civil war to tie down all the forces Milton can mobilize!
This is already the greatest respect given to Milton.

Elmenjo was quite certain that Milton could only mobilize a very small force, otherwise his front lines would be under great threat.

The war, which has been de-escalated, will immediately reignite and spread to Quetzaltenango.

“Milton is nothing to worry about. He’s just a small warlord who’s showing off in the mountains and will be overthrown in a year or two,” Elmenjohn said. “The DEA’s actions are what’s really giving us a headache… They’re hiding in Milton’s territory, and the CIA hasn’t been able to rebuild its intelligence network yet. Getting information about them is much, much harder than ever before.”

Odias Flores Silva (the gardener) chuckled, sat down next to Elmenjo, and said, "Our people have successfully taken control of most of Comitan City. The economy there has been completely destroyed by the Americans. In just a few battles, we took control of the city government and the parliament."

"After six months of campaigning, I guarantee that candidates running for anti-drug campaigns won't even get many votes."

Elmenjoy glanced at him and corrected him: "No... there will be no candidates for drug prohibition. Anyone who dares to mention drug prohibition will be beheaded or sent to the 'Extinction Camp' as training material for soldiers."

As Odias imagined the scene, a smile appeared on his face: "'The Archer' can handle things over there."

Just then, a Ford F-150 drove up in a hurry. The drug dealer didn't even have time to park properly before he hurriedly got out of the car, was searched by security guards, and rushed to Elmenjohn's room.

"Boss, boss!"

Don't let his hurried manner fool you; those who can directly report information to Elmenjohn are at least minor leaders in CJNG.

What could make him so anxious and flustered?
Elmenjoy pulled his gaze away from the crowd still fighting amongst themselves, his voice tinged with displeasure: "What is it?"

Odias clicked his tongue twice and shook his head—if this kid is alright, then his fate is not so good.

I probably won't die, but I'll at least be badly injured.

"Comitan has fallen! Our enemies have taken Comitan... The group's smuggling routes along the border and in Guatemala have been destroyed!"

“‘Shooter’ Julio said… Yes, there is something he wants to show you.”

Elmenjo was furious. He stood up from his chair and roared, "What? Comitan?!"

"A city with a population of just over 4 could fall? Do you know how many resources I invested there? How could it fall? What gives them the right to do so?!"

"Even if everyone in this city suddenly lost their minds and rebelled against me, I could wipe them all out. Tell me, why would this city fall?!"

"Could it be DEA calling?"

At this point, Elmenjohn even lost his composure and had no energy left to care about the prisoners of war who were still tearing each other apart.

The drug dealer who came to report swallowed hard and whispered, "Boss, it's...it's the government in Tapachula. They recently announced that the Chiapas state government had been overrun by drug traffickers, the governor was being held at gunpoint in the government office, and the votes for the legislators were all obtained through drug fraud..."

"Tapachula Mayor Vic said he wants to purge the corrupt people around the governor and use the power of Tapachula to restart a fair and just election."

Elmenjo was so angry his nose was practically crooked: "Fuck Vic, does he think he's American? Isn't he afraid the CIA will come knocking on his door demanding royalties for saying things like that?"

"Damn Vic, three of our warriors have already failed and died trying to assassinate him. He will pay for this, I swear!"

After cursing a couple of times, Elmenjohn felt something was off. He shook his head: "...No, that's not right. Tapachula's anti-drug efforts were very successful because they weren't short of money and didn't need to rely on drug trafficking. But Vic can at most raise a force to defend himself. It's absolutely impossible for him to attack us, even if he doesn't get caught at any checkpoints, bypass several cities, and 'teleport' to Comitan."

"Tell me, who else are our enemies? Is it the DEA? Did the DEA launch a helicopter attack on us?"

"Hmm... okay, you're a bit faster than those idiots in the CIA said. Tell me, how many men have we lost, and when can we organize a counterattack?"

If the DEA was involved, the fall of Comitan would not be surprising.

No matter how skilled the CJNG members are, that's only relative to the Mexicans... If they were ambushed by DEA special forces, a 1:20 exchange ratio wouldn't be a problem at all.

With just three helicopters and 20 DEA agents leading Tapachula's elite combat personnel under the cover of night, relying on various night observation and advanced tactical equipment, it would indeed be enough to force the Comitan drug traffickers to retreat.

But such a defeat is merely a tactical failure. An elite team can use special operations to rout drug traffickers, but it can never occupy a city, let alone resolve the fundamental conflicts there.

Making a comeback would be as easy as turning one's hand.

The drug dealer shook his head: "Boss, there's no chance of a comeback... All of us there are dead, all of us are dead, and not..."

"What?!" Elmenjohn finally lost his composure, exclaiming in shock, "They're all dead? How is that possible!"

A rout and being completely annihilated are two completely different concepts!

The former was able to launch a counterattack within a month, while the latter had truly fallen completely.

"And what, say it!"

The drug dealer, who was constantly interrupted, was on the verge of tears. He said, "And... it wasn't the DEA attacking us, it was Milton, that Guatemalan! He opened a PMC in Tapachula, and Vic spent money to rent a lot of equipment. He and Milton's men ambushed us."

"I heard that Milton drove his tanks into the city."

“Milton sent a tape to ‘The Archer,’ and after reading it, he remained silent for a long time before asking me to bring the tape over… I, I didn’t dare to look at it! But it must be something very important.”

Elmenjof was furious: "Fine, very well! Milton still dares to send me things. Come on, let him out, let me see!"

The drug dealer quickly turned around and inserted the VHS tape into the player.

Soon, the video feed came through.

Elmenjo, who had just been furious, fell silent the moment he saw the image.

In a field made up of human heads, Milton swung his hoe one last time, then stepped on one of the heads that was struggling.

Elmenjoy recognized the head—it belonged to a fierce, cold-blooded, and ruthless soldier who had distinguished himself in the "Extermination Camp." While others considered eating prisoners' hearts a mission, he enjoyed it.

Elmenjo thought highly of him, and it wouldn't be long before he became a local leader for CJNG.

Now, all that remains in his eyes is pain, despair, and fear.

A gentle breeze swept across the farmland, and countless heads bobbed back and forth. Every familiar crop looked at the camera with eyes of despair and pain, as if desperately calling out to their leader… Elmenjohn was reluctant to admit it, but at that moment, he was truly terrified.

Perhaps for a long time to come, Elmenjohn will dream of this scene.

Compared to this, my own murder mystery game seemed as childish as playing house.

Milton turned and looked at Elmenjo.

Even though it was a pre-recorded video, Elmenjohn could tell that Milton was watching him.

Milton, across mountains and rivers, showed a ticket to the camera.

That was a $20 billion fine levied on CJNG, with each person in the field eligible for a $1 deduction.

The video has now finished playing.

Elmenjoy tried his best to shake the horrific image out of his mind.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Contact the CIA... quickly. Milton is not an enemy that CJNG can fight alone."

P.S.: The author of "Mexican Police" has started a new book, set in 2015. You can check it out; it's still the same old story!
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(End of this chapter)