Working as a police officer in Mexico

Embassy District.

A signal flare soars, and a thousand troops rush to the rescue!

Air Force Special Forces soldiers, converging towards the red signal flare, build defensive positions relying on the buildings, with all high points within two hundred meters falling into their hands.

"Bear with it."

The soldier responsible as a medic poured disinfectant alcohol on the shoulder of the person in charge, Lian Jingxuan, and heard a sizzling sound…

Bubbles started to appear.

"Aaargh!"

Lian Jingxuan cried out in a low, trembling voice, and the staff watching this scene twitched their faces a little, sucking in a breath of cold air, feeling some pain in their own shoulders.

The medic looked calm, tore open a sterile glove, sprayed some disinfectant alcohol on it, and then directly reached into the wound with his hand…

"Wait, directly with your hand?" A staff member from the office stared wide-eyed.

"Conditions are crude. If you still want this arm, the bullet can only be taken out directly." The medic said calmly.

"Dig!"

Lian Jingxuan's eyes were red, "Get me a stick to bite on."

A colleague hurriedly looked around, and finally found a pair of clean leather shoes, "Minister, this… this is the cleanest."

The other party took it and opened his mouth to bite on it.

When the medic put his fingers into the wound, he couldn't help but scream.

But this temporary military doctor was quite reliable, and quickly took out the bullet, which was stained with blood…

Then he quickly wrapped his wound with gauze.

"Thank you, what's your name, doctor?" Lian Jingxuan's face was a little pale, mainly because it hurt too much.

"Benjamin Solomon!"

"You're that savage medic?!!!"

A staff member exclaimed.

"Xiao Chen! Don't talk nonsense…"

Lian Jingxuan scolded softly. This nickname was too impolite, but he was also very curious looking at the seemingly gentle medic opposite him.

Because of the "Chinar" sniper battle, he was then assigned to A Company of the 338th Regiment of the 4th Division before it was reorganized. On the battlefield, 570 people fought against more than 5,000 members of the Southern drug cartel's 12th Cavalry Regiment and the Spanish Foreign Legion.

He killed 8 people on the battlefield.

He was known as the "Savage Medic!"

Unexpectedly, he also joined the Naval Special Forces.

Benjamin Solomon raised an eyebrow, "I like this nickname."

Inside the room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Just as Lian Jingxuan was about to thank him again, he saw the radio in the office making a sound…

"Buzz, buzz~"

Like the radio waves were being interfered with.

Then a thick male voice appeared.

"Residents of Cancun, good morning… no, good early morning…"

The loudspeakers on the street also made sounds, very heavy, and startled everyone!

The drug dealers who were venting their anger at night looked blankly out the window…

The survivors who had fallen asleep in the closet woke up with a jolt…

In the basement, in the subway…

Everyone was at a loss.

"This is the Mexican Army Special Forces. I announce that the legitimate government has occupied the City Hall. Everyone, please stay at home. Don't worry, we will protect everyone's safety. General Victor will defend your lives. We also advise those who are committing crimes to lay down their weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise, they will be killed without mercy!"

!!!!

The Northern Army is attacking?!!

When?

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with horror.

"Victor! Victor has entered Cancun, run away!"

One of them screamed, and even threw his weapon on the ground and ran away, as if he had seen a ghost!

"Don't kill me… don't kill me… urgh!"

Some people knelt on the ground and vomited directly.

They had all run back from the front line. Not to mention the cruelty of the war, Victor never left prisoners alive. The bodies of drug dealers could often be seen floating down from the upper reaches of the Santiago River, the Grande River, and the Colorado River.

They were body parts!

Horizontal, flat, vertical…

It was obvious that they had been crushed alive by a road roller!

Even…

Even in the state of Oaxaca, a very, very uncomfortable scene occurred. Gudrian, the commander of the Fifth Army, in order to deter the enemy, got a huge square hollow glass from the rear, ten meters long, ten meters wide, and six meters high…

Then he threw the 166 drug dealers he had caught inside.

Then he used those large pile drivers, but the front head was a specially made horizontal iron block, a total of 6, which were pressed together!

Directly crushing the 166 people inside into minced meat.

Then it was placed on the front line with the Southern drug cartel…

It was too inhumane.

Even Victor was silent for a long time when he heard the news.

Even the perverted felt it was perverted!

All the drug dealers who saw that thing lost their minds, fleeing in fear, and their spirits collapsed. According to the game, their sanity value dropped.

This is also why they were so panicked when they heard the broadcast saying that the government army had entered Cancun.

Prestige is built by killing.

Gudrian can stop children from crying.

Cancun…

Exploded!

The panicked drug lords had no ambition to take down the City Hall and reorganize their forces. What a joke, when you see one person from the government army, you better run away quickly, because their main force is coming.

Those drug dealers who killed like hemp were now like stray dogs fleeing for their lives.

Colonel James Water, of the Air Force Special Forces, standing on the top floor of the embassy, had a solemn expression, but you could hear the sound of his molars tearing.

"Damn it, those bastards in the Army, they just know how to pick peaches. We were the first to enter Cancun!"

The adjutant next to him slammed the railing in dissatisfaction.

In fact, the three armies of the sea, land and air in every country with a complete army are not very harmonious. After all, there is only so much military spending. The navy wants more warships, the air force wants more planes, and the army… the army wants two more pairs of socks for the New Year.

Just look at Japan during World War II, they called each other fools.

They even held back on the battlefield.

Although Mexico hasn't reached this point, there is a vague trend of butting heads with each other.

There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts.

They are all special forces, so why did your 141 shine, and now we finally got to be the vanguard, and you directly announced that you have recovered Cancun?

Colonel James Water was definitely angry!

His eyelids trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, and understood that the higher-ups allowed you to compete, but if you hold each other back, you will be court-martialed.

"Just say this to me, don't say too much, it's easy to offend people."

He said softly to the adjutant.

"Understood." The latter said with a frown.

"But we protected the Chinese, and headquarters won't take away our credit. Let's be honest this time, and take back the field next time!"

After Colonel James Water finished speaking, he walked away with a gloomy face.

Obviously…

His mood was not as free and easy as he said.

Cancun was noisy all night…

Some drug dealers were reluctant to leave Cancun and hid.

But more people ran away.

When the sky dawned and the morning glow covered the entire city, it felt desolate.

The streets were chaotic and dirty, and you could still see corpses.

Some stray dogs, hungry and anxious, clamped their tails and tore at them. Suddenly hearing movement, they whimpered and raised their heads warily, seeing dust appearing on the horizon in the distance.

After baring their teeth, they retreated into the alley.

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The two regiments of the Marine Cavalry, led by Major General Karl Dönitz himself, rushed all night and finally arrived in Cancun!

They thought there would be a fierce battle, but when they got closer, there wasn't even a bird.

He was full of exhaustion, but he cheered up, "Contact friendly forces! Report to the Ministry of Defense that my department has recovered Cancun!"

Lieutenant Colonel Alfred von Tirpitz, the accompanying staff officer, lowered his voice and said, "The special forces of the Army and Air Force are inside. If we submit this report first, will it be considered as competing for credit?"

Karl Dönitz glanced at him.

"Who told their ground forces to come so slowly? Whoever reports it first gets it. If you don't compete or grab, others will think our navy is vegetarian."

Lieutenant Colonel Tirpitz nodded and hurriedly reported to the higher authorities.

"Enter the city!"

Karl Dönitz looked at Cancun and waved his hand, full of energy.

……

"Breaking news: The Mexican government army recovered Cancun in the early hours of today!"

The Mexican people had just woken up when they heard this news and were all stunned.

???

Good heavens, I just slept, and you've attacked Cancun!

Many people were curious about how it was done, but the news channel only said this sentence, and the specific content was not reported, but the fewer the words in the news, the more intense the content must be.

At breakfast stalls and in front of zebra crossings waiting for traffic lights, you could see people talking to each other, their faces filled with excitement.

"If you ask me, is Mexico going to be unified? Are the Southern drug cartels going to be gone?" Someone suddenly said.

"Definitely, Cancun is in the heart of the Yucatan Peninsula. Now that it has been captured by the government army, it is surrounded on both sides. Other cities will definitely be recovered, it's just a matter of time." Someone replied softly.

"If my son… was still alive, he would be happy, sob sob sob, those damn drug dealers are finally going to get out of Mexico!" An old woman couldn't help crying.

The crowd in front of the sidewalk was silent, and they were a little at a loss.

When did Mexico start banning drugs?

After World War II?

1940?

No, the Mexican-American War in 1846!

When Mexico became the backyard of the United States, drugs were already rampant in Mexico and began to take root, for a full 150 years!

How many generations?

Many people have been watching drug dealers kill each other, grab territory, watching their elders traffic drugs, transport drugs, and take drugs since they were born.

They do anything inhuman you can think of, including… giving drugs to students who study well, and then smoking them in front of them.

1.96444 million square kilometers of land can't even accommodate a desk.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!

But in times of chaos, monsters will appear!

Victor can also be considered a hero sent from heaven.

"Long live the general! Long live Mexico!"

Suddenly, they heard cheers coming from the distance, and the crying old woman also raised her head to look, and saw hundreds of people spontaneously organizing and rushing towards the National Palace.

Along the way, many people gradually joined, and the number slowly increased.

The cheers resounded through the sky.

Even many naturalized foreigners couldn't help but join in.

"Victor is really popular." In a red car with BBC written on it, the new reporter sitting in the back seat said in surprise.

The old reporter driving smiled, "You can see this kind of scene more than a dozen times a year in Mexico City, and you'll get used to it slowly…"

"This kind of personality cult always feels like a cult." The new reporter muttered.

Who knew that the old senior frowned and looked back at him, "Don't talk nonsense, this is his personal charm."

This rebuttal stunned the other party, who opened his mouth, at a loss.

The atmosphere in the car became a little awkward.

The old reporter also felt that his words were a bit heavy, took a long breath, "Sorry, there are some things we need to see for ourselves, we are reporters, pursuing the essence of things."

"Isn't BBC specifically trying to discredit them?" The new reporter shook his head, also confused.

"Discrediting is work, but my morals and my spirit make me think Victor is a great man, these are two different things."

Good heavens…

Professionalism is different.

The new reporter didn't speak, he just looked at the crowd, his eyes also a little curious, why this world-famous "tyrant" is so loved, and even the seasoned BBC old reporter has a bit of a "defecting" attitude.

Could it be…

Does Victor really have magic?

It can only be said that those who hate him hate him to death, but those who love him also love him to death.

In the National Palace.

When Victor heard the news of Cancun's recovery, he was really happy.

The strategy has been achieved…

The dawn of Mexico's victory is in sight.

"Boss, are we going to hold a celebration?" Casarez asked with a grin.

Champagne halfway through?

Victor woke up with a jolt, "Wait, don't worry, we'll take action after Mexico is completely unified, we can only breathe a sigh of relief after things have results."

Casarez nodded, "Then later, but, I think we have to prepare, boss, what do you think about setting up a room in the office next door, sticking out a section like the Vatican Church, so you can stand on it and wave to the people below and speak, what do you think?"

This really got to Victor's heart.

He hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Prepare first, and also convey to Kennedy, hoping that the troops will continue to work hard and strive to completely swallow Yucatan Island and Quintana Roo in two months, and then capture Chiapas…"

That place has a more sturdy folk customs, with mountains and forests, and there are still many tribal forms of existence.

Moreover, that place is the headquarters of the Gulf Group!

The old leader Abrego bought people's hearts when he was still around, and it is also the most anti-government state.

Once we've cleaned up the Yucatan Peninsula, we'll take them down in one fell swoop!

Once the Mexican Drug War is over, we can turn our attention to Latin America!

We must always be at the forefront of the fight against drugs and crime.

Casare nodded vigorously.

Wherever the boss points, I'll strike!

Knock, knock, knock~

Viktor's eyes narrowed. "Come in."

Augustin Preucil, from the Mexican News Bureau, walked in with a serious expression.

"General, the Wailing Wall in Israel has been bombed!"