Working as a police officer in Mexico

Snipers also sometimes serve as observers.

Especially in places where the battlefield environment is very complex.

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

The person in charge of the artillery who received the calibration shouted to the police officers to jump on the super long semi-trailer, pull open the awning above, and reveal the towed rocket launcher inside!

There were 11 rocket launchers placed on the 17.5-meter semi-trailer!

One door has 12 openings. How many openings does 11 doors have? Quick questions and quick answers.

This thing, along with the AK47 and RPG-7 rocket launcher, are known as the three major artifacts of guerrilla warfare. Let’s put it this way, Africa can live without a king, but it cannot live without a towed rocket launcher!

The introduction of the weapon on many websites will more or less describe the countries that use it, but there is only one sentence about it: "Today, the armed forces using it are all over the world."

Hang or not?

This thing is so light that it can turn the muzzle in the direction designated by the sniper and follow the command of the commander.

The rocket flew over instantly.

It almost flattened the hill!

A sheet of thick smoke.

Covering a place with hundreds of rockets is simply a waste of money.

Drug traffickers never imagined that they would be able to withstand the caliber of Asian weapons in Mexico.

In the convoy, Victor also brought a road roller with him. If they were lined up side by side, they would flatten the car, regardless of whether there were drug dealers in it.

Drug dealers use these dirty tricks.

Why are drug dealers so difficult to suppress?

Because it is impossible for them to have the word "drug dealer" written on their face, sneak into the crowd, or even be no different from ordinary people.

Just like the Brazilian drug traffickers, their firepower is not as good as Mexico's, and their personnel and organization are not as good as Mexico's. The Brazilian government has more execution capabilities than the Mexican government, but why do those drug traffickers still act like they have psoriasis?

It's because they hide in the slums.

But meeting Victor...

No matter where you are hiding, even if you are hiding in the toilet, you will blow up the toilet and make shit.

"Alternate cover and move forward." Victor's very calm order came from the intercom.

The leading car hit those "iron sheets".

"Recruit" Giancarlos was a little dizzy in the car. Just when he was about to open the door and get out of the car, the captain and several team members climbed into the car.

"Bring the medical kit at the back." The captain said through gritted teeth.

Giancarlos hurriedly handed him the medical kit. The other person took out the disinfectant alcohol and soaked it with medical cotton balls to press the wound on his face. He couldn't help but groan in pain.

Through the reflector, Giancarlos saw a deep scar on half of the captain's face!

He swallowed hard.

"Are you afraid?" The captain turned his head and looked at him.

"No...not afraid."

"Bullshit!" the captain laughed mockingly, "Who is not afraid, but you have to understand that the more scared people are on the battlefield, the faster they will die. You have to keep your cool head, fight if you can, and run if you can't, so as not to be embarrassed. ”

Giancarlos nodded in understanding.

"These drug traffickers have increased their firepower again, and this time the director seems to be spending a lot of money." The captain said casually.

The driver next to him was also covered in gray, and he was still a little confused. He covered his head and said, "I should just throw an H bomb and kill all the drug dealers."

Giancarlos was frightened when he heard this.

Director…

I probably don't think so.

In the command car, Victor looked a little serious.

"The firepower of drug dealers has become stronger again." Casare sighed. As the head of internal affairs, he would of course follow wherever the boss went.

"The gap between drug dealers and us is getting smaller."

Victor took a puff of cigarette and smiled disdainfully, "Get smaller?"

"My caliber is bigger than their heads when I escape, so I'm still far from getting angry with me!"

Victor is now carrying "new equipment", and there will always be calibers they like.

"Have you contacted the Terrorist Mobile Team?"

"They are still about 40 kilometers away from Mexicali."

Victor nodded, looked at his watch, and frowned, "Speed ​​up! I'm going to keep the Gulf Group awake tonight."

8:45 pm.

The convoy finally saw the outline of Mexicali.

"Boss, we met... the police at the city gate?!" the police officer in front said through the intercom, "They won't let us enter the city."

This made Victor laugh.

This kind of thing has happened in other cities before. In 2011, Marines fighting against drugs even exchanged fire with local police.

In 2014, a police chief in Jalisco was detained by the navy on suspicion of drug trafficking, which caused riots later.

The local police are too involved with drug dealers.

"Crash over! We are here to counter the rebellion, not to negotiate!" Victor picked up the walkie-talkie and said.

"Recruit" Giancarlos followed the captain. There were more than a dozen policemen standing in front of him. The captain's walkie-talkie amplified the voice and Victor's order was heard by everyone.

"Our chief is angry, will you give in?" the captain said, looking at the police inspector in front of him.

"Impossible! You can't enter Mexicali." The inspector spread his hands, but his legs were still a little trembling.

He was a member of Tijuana, but his boss was gone and wiped out. When the Gulf Group moved in, he defected to the group and within half a month, with the help of Abrego, he directly took the position of director.

He's a cop by day and a drug dealer by night.

Hey, you didn’t expect it, this is called part-time job, a diversified career.

The captain didn't say much, climbed into the Humvee, kicked the accelerator, and rushed towards the group of policemen.

The police inspector leading the team closed his eyes...

jump!

His body hurt, and he was knocked six to seven meters away.

"Recruit" Giancarlos opened his mouth wide as he watched the "brave" captain knock over all the police officers.

"Enter the city! Whoever is blocking will be suppressed and ignored."

When the policeman who was lying on the ground wailing heard these words, he quickly crawled on the ground and leaned to the side.

Listen to his tone, it’s serious!

"Hang up the loudspeakers and let all the people know that we are coming! Safety is coming!"

In the otherwise silent city of Mexicali, residents hiding in their rooms heard the sound of trumpets.

"We are the Guadalupe Island Police Department! We solemnly declare that drug dealers lay down their weapons and surrender, otherwise they will be regarded as rebels!"

"The destruction of the Tijuana drug cartel is imminent. Lay down your arms and surrender!"

Some brave residents secretly leaned on the windows to watch. The lights of the convoy were on. Victor showed his muscles, the artillery and armored vehicles on them. He just wanted to tell everyone.

He has the ability to take out the drug dealers here!

Hiding and tucking is not his style.

"Guadalupe Island Police Department?"

"Victor?"

"Is it Mr. Victor?"

The eyes of some residents who often watch the news lit up, and there was a little excitement in their tone.

And Victor was in command of the car.

Through the holes in the small glass, I could see the mess outside.

Shops were closed, walls collapsed and streets were in chaos.

There was still a stench in the air, and no one was cleaning the trash cans.

You can even see corpses on the ground.

The homeless people are gone too.

Can you imagine this being a city? Rather than the end of the world?

"Go to the TV station!"

The three major residences of gangsters must be occupied first.

"The first team took control of the police station. All the police officers disarmed and they were not allowed to go out."

"Team 2, occupy the city hall!"

…

A team of about 60 people is equipped with heavy firepower.

The selected team separated from the convoy and headed towards their destination.

All Victor has to do is cut the knot quickly!

I beat you drug dealers until they scream!