Working as a police officer in Mexico

Before Victor had finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, special envoy Stephen Moyaro came back with a bit of relief on his expression.

"Gentlemen agree to your request."

“Put money into the card!”

Victor winked at Casare next to him, who hurriedly handed over the card number he had prepared.

Stephen Moyaro's eyes twitched, he took the card number and frowned, "Don't you still believe us?"

Victor smiled, "I like getting money."

He just didn't trust the integrity of Mexican bureaucrats.

It's unusual for a country's police not to believe in its credibility. Stephen Moyaro had no choice but to call again to urge him.

At this moment, I heard Stephen Moyaro's voice coming from the door, "Sir! What if he really takes people to Mexico City to ask for money?"

Victor was startled. He looked at Alejandro and said with a smile, "Are you talking about me?"

"I think those gentlemen want to deceive you first, and then default on the debt if they can. They have done many dirty things like this."

Victor nodded and walked out the door. He saw that Stephen Moyaro was obviously angry. He went over and snatched his mobile phone, "Hey, gentlemen, don't you want to give me money?"

The person opposite was quiet for a moment, and then said in a very unhappy tone, "Victor?"

"Yes, sir, when will the money arrive?"

"You are a police officer, you must understand that you have to obey orders..."

Victor laughed sarcastically, "If you say it again, I will charge more. Sir, leave your nonsense to others. I just want to ask when my money will arrive! If you don't give me the money, what about your mother?" "

"Either give me money, or I'll beat out your eggs."

"I'll ask again, will you give me money?"

Victor could hear the breathing on the other side getting thicker, "Here!"

This tough style is very much like a military leader.

None of the warlords in Africa are like him.

He laughed and handed the phone back to Stephen Moyaro, "It's done now, let him transfer the money quickly, otherwise my armored vehicle won't be able to refuel."

The special envoy hurriedly said a few words into the phone with a strange look in his eyes, "Do you know who that was just now?"

"No one can rely on me for money!"

"Give me money or get out."

When Victor walked back to the office, Casare quickly said, "The money has come in."

Look, a bitch should be scolded.

The speed of making money is quite fast.

Victor is also impatient. If you give him money, you will be the boss.

Everything is easy to say.

"I will take 500 people from the EDTV, I will keep 100 people from the Guadalupe Island police, and I will take the rest away. I will leave the security of these two places to you." Victor looked at Alejandro Luo said.

The latter nodded and his expression became serious, "Don't worry, I'm here for you!"

"Casare, spread out and arrive in Mexicali on time at 9pm!"

Casare looked at his watch and saw that it was already five o'clock. These four hours were a complete test of the troop's ability to assemble.

Marles training camp.

Located 20 kilometers from the outskirts of Ensenada.

Dududu~

The emergency whistle blows.

Members of the EDTV who were training and resting quickly packed their equipment.

They were all dark black training uniforms, with the national emblem of Mexico tattooed on the chest on the left, and their slogan on the right: "Fearless sacrifice, protect homeland"!

Victor is not stingy with this army. Although it is not as good as his direct troops, at least it is not weaker than others.

Individual equipment: Steyr MPi69 submachine gun, 3 base bullets.

Not long after the training, if you ask them to play with a sniper rifle, they will not understand at all. Just raise the gun and shoot directly. As long as you shoot faster than the drug dealer, you will survive.

It's enough to shoot drug dealers.

Anyway, the fire support for these is the "Island of Guadalupe" Police Department.

The EDM police officer in charge of training stood on the stage and looked at everyone below. He waved his hand and said, "Get in the car!"

Hundreds of people boarded the troop carrier in unison.

A few minutes later, two BTR-80 armored personnel carriers opened the road ahead, with alarm bells hanging on them.

It resounded all over the road.

…

It's six o'clock in the evening and it's still light.

A convoy of about 50 vehicles was driving on Mexico's national highway.

Written on the car: Guadalupe Island Police Department.

This is an honest and fair way!

Afraid of drug dealer attacks? nonexistent!

In order to prevent the armored vehicles from being blown up by RPGs, they are also equipped with reactive armor. Each vehicle is spaced more than 10 meters apart to ensure that there is time to fight back!

Driving at the front were three Hummers.

Giancarlos Prada was sitting in the car a little nervously, holding the gun firmly in his hand and wearing a body armor meticulously.

"Hey, new recruit!" The EDM member sitting in the front passenger seat threw a can of Red Bull to him with his backhand. He saw the other person's hurried look in the mirror and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous."

Giancarlos Prada just graduated from the Marles training camp and joined the "Guadalcanal Police Department" with the first place in the camp. Because of his outstanding physical fitness, he directly joined the EDM reserve team.

He heard the captain's words and nodded.

"Is there a traffic jam?" the driver suddenly said, and Giancarlos looked ahead. Sure enough, there was a traffic jam at the entrance of a tunnel.

There is no end in sight.

"Ziziziz~" The intercom placed on the decorative panel rang twice, "What's going on? Tank, what's happening in front?"

The captain of the co-pilot picked up the intercom and said, "There's a traffic jam."

"keep alert."

"clear!"

"This will take at least half an hour." The driver muttered.

The captain, nicknamed "Tank", glanced casually out of the corner of his eye and suddenly noticed a few men sitting in a red car diagonally opposite. They had tattoos on their arms and seemed to be chewing something in their mouths. Their eyes were looking hard at Aim here.

On the right side of a garbage truck, there was something wrong with the driver wearing a hat. He had one hand underneath, as if he was holding something. It couldn't be XX.

"Be careful of the red car in front of and on the left side of the target and the garbage truck behind it." The captain shouted and pulled the bolt of the gun.

The "new recruit" Giancarlos hurriedly left Red Bull behind, and his palms became sweaty because of his nervousness.

"Tank" reported the situation to the command post behind.

"I give you permission to get out of the car and fight back."

"clear!"

The captain glanced at Giancarlos, "You'll be in the car later. Others will get off if they make any moves!"

In the red car, the tattooed man in the co-pilot was holding a pistol in his left hand, and next to the person behind him was a Seth Maiamelli machine gun with the magazine on it like a crooked handle.

The tattooed man's right hand hooked the door lock, and he opened the door to get out of the car.

"Get out of the car!" the captain shouted, and seven or eight people got on and off the two Humvees, each picked his own, raised his gun, "Don't move!"

"Don't move! Put your hands up."

"Tank" yelled loudly, and the opponent slowly raised his hand, but suddenly planned to rush down.

Da da da…

"Fire!"

The bullets hit everyone in the red car.

Blood spurted everywhere.

"Recruit" Giancarlos was in the car, and suddenly he saw someone jumping on an off-road vehicle at the entrance of the tunnel in the distance, holding...a rocket launcher? ?

"Captain! Be careful!!!"

Giancarlos roared hoarsely.

Phew~~

The rocket launcher flew towards the "tank and others" with a trailing sound. Giancarlos felt as if the body of the car was weighing a ton, and something hit him behind his butt.

The 2.35-meter-high BTR-80 armored personnel carrier directly blocks rockets with its sides!

This thing…

Not only the reactive armor was installed, but also DIY was carried out. In order to provide enough side protection, the "Guadalcanal Police Station Maintenance Department" carried out fantasies.

The BTR-80 armored personnel carrier is covered with protective bricks with a thickness of up to 110MM. Coupled with reactive armor, although it loses the shooting port, it is much more durable!

The RPG exploded on the side, and the huge shock wave caused the car body to shake. It floated more than a meter, and its butt hit other cars.

"Fight back! Fight back! Run over!"

The order to direct the vehicle came over the intercom.

The BTR-80 armored personnel carrier turned around and fired its 14.5mm KPVT machine gun at the front.

The traffic jam outside the tunnel entrance is simply an illusion.

It's an ambush by drug dealers!

"Recruit" Giancarlos saw a "Sergeant York" anti-aircraft gun rushing up from behind the convoy. This thing was similar to an armored vehicle, but it was equipped with artillery!

40mm machine gun!

This thing is used for air defense, but why the hell can’t it hit targets in front?

jump jump jump!

The machine gun fire support shattered all the windows of the vehicle in front. Not satisfied with this, the BTR-80 armored personnel carrier revved up its power and rammed directly into it.

These drug dealers were smart enough to block the entrance of the tunnel with their cars, impeding their progress.

"Da da da…"

Before this was done, gunfire came from the side hillside. It was weak at first, but soon became rapid and intensified.

"NSV machine gun!!"

Victor, who was in the command vehicle behind, heard the gunfire and knew that the drug dealer's weapon had been updated a lot.

The bullet hit the car body, boom boom…

"Mole, Mole, find the enemy's machine gun position and shoot him!" Kennedy took out his walkie-talkie and gave the order.

"Understood!" the artillery person in charge responded.

…

Behind the hill machine gun position at this time.

There are a dozen drug dealers anxiously putting together... mortars? !

American "M-224 Mortar"!

"Damn, where's the manual? There's no manual for this thing?" The leader was anxious. They had never studied systematically.

That’s right…

At most, I was taught a few times by black market sellers.

But drug dealers are still a little hesitant to operate.

A drug dealer tried to put the cannonball in, and heard a clear rolling sound, and then it ejected and flew towards the convoy.

However, the advantage of this angle is that it is in the front.

"Successful! Successful." The drug dealer jumped up and danced happily.

jump!

His head collapsed under the gazes of other drug dealers.

"Sniper! There is a sniper!"

The leader's face was covered with splattered blood. He hurriedly lay down and shouted at the top of his lungs.

On the roof of the car in the distance, a sniper pulled the bolt of the Steyr-Manlicher SSG-69 sniper rifle, jumped down from the roof of the car, and quickly changed places.

Don’t forget to hold the headset while running.

"Hill at 11 o'clock, straight line distance 470 meters, covered by artillery fire!"

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