Working as a police officer in Mexico

Of course Alejandro didn't call.

How rude.

Besides, who would send him poop this far away?

"The state of Sonora has sent troops to the border area and official documents denounce us as murderers."

"Public opinion relies on one mouth. Aren't there a lot of refugees coming here? Create a program and let them come up one by one to speak out and expose the situation in Sonora. Who wouldn't cry?"

"The caliber will tell everything on the battlefield. When I place the cannon in front of their TV station, all they have to do is cheer!"

Victor threw away his nail clippers and blew off the scraps on his hands, "In a televised speech, we condemn the collusion between the Sonora state government and drug traffickers, and we fly flags at half-mast across the state to mourn the civilians who lost their lives."

Alejandro is not yet a mature politician.

How do you say something?

What a politician likes is not his people, but his microphone.

But he was a thoughtful person and lowered his voice, "I discovered that several big families in Baja California may be behind it."

"They sent people to see me, hoping to gain more say in government agencies and to prevent changes in state-owned enterprises."

It should be said that Mexico is now full of compradors in the country.

In other words, the big family that controls the economic lifeline sucks bone marrow everywhere, lies on the rice vat, and eats up enough rice to feed hundreds of millions of people in just a few people.

If they had no contact with drug dealers, Victor might not dare to eat shit while standing on his head, but he would often do small tricks in private.

There are even rumors that the deaths of many officials who came to power to announce drug control were related to them.

"They wanted to get a few positions in the Terrorist Mobile Team, but I refused." As soon as Alejandro said these words, Victor became interested, sat up a little straighter, and said with a smile, "Really? They want to get involved in the police force?"

Alejandro shuddered.

"Maybe it's time to open their dog eyes and show them who the master is."

"What are you going to do?"

Victor was silent for a moment and narrowed his eyes, "Do you think we need an intelligence agency?"

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"This behavior is disgraceful! Which country in the world would have government troops help drug dealers kill their own civilians? I have some photos of the scene. You can clearly see government troops in military uniforms and drug dealers greeting each other, and Very friendly! When can justice and evil agree? The Baja California government doesn’t agree, tens of millions of people don’t agree, and justice doesn’t agree either!”

On TV, the spokesman for the Mexicali security department shouted impassionedly.

Sonora border, 36th Battalion.

The battalion commander, Major Mark Antonio Barrera, felt funny watching the other party's impassioned look on TV.

civilian?

Do they have a say in Mexico?

Just a bunch of walking "pesos."

Drug traffickers can extort them, and so can the military. This happened in Nuevo Laredo, a northwest city close to the U.S. border. Five civilians from the same hometown went to work in the town, and when they returned home, they were stopped by Mexican soldiers and demanded that they Pay protection fees.

Yes, protection money.

Then they refused, and they couldn't make much money even after a hard day's work.

These soldiers shot them to death!

The bodies were covered up with the help of local drug dealers. In the end, their family members discovered that they had not returned, and their bodies were discovered seven days later on a hillside. They were completely rotten.

This is just an example, but it fully illustrates.

For Mexican civilians, sometimes death can be a relief.

"Battal Commander, Battalion Commander, people from Baja California are here!" the orderly ran into the door and shouted, "They are right at the door."

Major Barrera stood up immediately and said, "Let's go and have a look!"

When he rushed to the gate of the camp, he saw about 20 California police officers outside. The machine guns on the Humvees were pointed at him, and some were even carrying rocket launchers.

Our own personnel cowered behind the bunker in fear, which made Major Barrera feel ashamed.

"Get up, everyone, do you have firewood in your hands? What are you afraid of!"

Major Barrera went up and kicked the nearest officer. The officer fired his gun and a few U.S. dollars fell out of his arms. The latter quickly got up and stuffed the money into his pocket, laughing sarcastically.

The money was given by drug dealers.

You can still smell the stench of drugs up there!

Major Barrera had a dark face, but he was also afraid of being shot. He took a trumpet from the orderly and said, "What are you going to do!"

"Two of our officers are missing on your property and we demand a search!"

"????"

Major Barrera was stunned when he heard it. "You are lost. It's none of my business. Am I a GPS?" (It has been put into use since 1964).

He waved his hand angrily, "Go back, there is no one you want here."

The police sergeant leading the Baja California team turned to look at the police officer behind him, "Has it been marked?"

The latter marked the location on a precise map, reported to the rear through the AN/PRC-88 portable radio he carried, and gestured to the sergeant.

"Go, retreat!" The police chief ran away with his men without leaving a word.

This made Major Barrera a little confused.

Hey, my face is so big? I still had a strong momentum, so I cursed them a few times and left. As expected, the people in Baja California are all cowards.

"Batalion Commander, you are so awesome, these people don't dare to reply." The officer who was kicked came over to flatter him. Although Major Barrera felt strange, he really couldn't figure it out, so he grinned after listening to his subordinate's words. .

…

And in an open space ten kilometers away.

A-19 cannons were neatly placed, with dozens of police officers squatting behind them. After receiving the call from the front, the commander quickly asked them to adjust their positions.

A total of 21 A-19 cannons are attached to the Mexicali garrison in Baja California, and are now only "borrowed" for use.

"Target eastward 0-70. Near 23! Prepare!"

"put!"

After the commander gave the order, he covered his ears with his right hand.

bengbengb~

The A-19 cannon was born in 1927, and it is still going strong in 1990. The ground shook three times due to their recoil.

The shells flew towards their destination like arrows from the string!

For this thing, you only need to give a rough estimate. Anyway, the destructive power of the cannonball is based on the radius.

122mm caliber!

It's enough to clean up the surrounding trees and everything.

Major Barrera had just replied that he was in the cabin and was about to take a nap when he heard a whistling sound, which was very harsh.

The Mexican army had not fought in a war for a long time and had not even conducted exercises. Naturally, they did not know that this was the whistling sound of artillery shells.

When he was in a daze, a cannonball hit right under his wooden house.

It fell 2 meters away in front of him.

boom…

Major Barrera stared and was instantly blown away by the shock wave, his body was in pieces!

The 36th Battalion felt the disaster!

The whole camp was blown up.

The trees in the surrounding area also suffered the same disaster, and were cut directly in half.

Such a large amount of firepower directly exploded into an open space.

Two kilometers away from Camp 36 was a gathering place for drug dealers. Many people rushed out when they heard the noise and could see with their own eyes the thick smoke billowing outside and the sound of explosions in their ears.

"Contact Barrera quickly! Ask him what happened." The drug dealer leader asked with an ugly face.

But if someone answers the phone, it becomes a horror movie.

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ps: Do you want to condense it into 3 pictures? . .