Working as a police officer in Mexico

The day after the "Five Continents Alliance" released a joint television statement.

At a press conference in Tijuana.

Casare, who doubled as a spokesman, pulled out a tube in front of all the journalists, and it was filled with lots of white powder.

His expression solemn, "Our Drug Enforcement Department's undercover agents found numerous drug trafficker labs outside of Sonora State, and this is the evidence they risked their lives to obtain, identified by experts as a new type of drug!"

"We suspect that drug traffickers in Sonora State are at risk of expanding their operations, therefore, the Drug Enforcement Department has authorized the Baja California Anti-Drug Force to conduct a drug sweep in Sonora State!"

In his left hand, Casare held the test tube, and in his right hand, he held a document signed by the Drug Enforcement Department. In the bottom right corner, it read, Director: Victor!

"My state has decided to deploy 600 personnel, and we hope that Sonora State will dispatch an Anti-Drug Force to work alongside ours to strike against drug traffickers in three days!"

Well, isn't this outrageous, they're objecting, and yet you expect them to cooperate with you?

You must be dreaming of farting, but this is just a pretense, it's basically telling you Uncle Victor's army is coming and if you stand in the way, you're going to be flattened.

"Sir, could we take a look at what is inside that test tube? Why does it... look so much like laundry detergent?" a male journalist suddenly raised his hand and questioned.

Casare didn't panic in the slightest; he had long since learned how to tell outright lies without a change in his expression, "How could that be!"

"Our Drug Enforcement Department is absolutely meticulous, such mistakes could not happen. Please respect our profession, sir."

The male journalist hesitated for a moment, then sat down after he saw the glance of the unfriendly police officer standing next to him. He who understands the times is a wise man.

Casare nodded in satisfaction.

"May I ask if there are any other questions, my journalist friends?"

The journalists looked at each other and all bowed their heads, playing dead.

"Thank you. Oh, and please ask Mr. Governor of Sonora State, does he wish to stand with the Drug Enforcement forces or with the drug traffickers."

This is important, as it affects whether or not the artillery will fall on the opposition's Official Residence.

You'd better say you plan to stand with the drug traffickers.

Because Uncle Victor has had enough of your face!

Casare walked out with the document, his belly protruding; he had been eating quite well lately, a bit greasy.

Once he left, the PR officer came forward, putting on a fake smile, "Thank you very much, everyone. We have arranged some snacks in the cafeteria, please help yourselves."

The journalists got up, those who knew each other muttered to one side.

"Isn't this... just a deceitful trick? That is definitely laundry detergent, even cheaper than the one I buy!" said the male journalist indignantly.

"Shhh!"

A colleague hastily gestured him to be quiet, "Stop it, you can't really be poking your head into Victor's red lines. Do you know how many drug traffickers he's killed in Mexico? Adding you in there, one more won't matter, one less won't matter, and your mother only has you."

Although the male journalist was filled with outrage, he immediately shut his mouth after hearing this. Enjoy new adventures from empire

Meanwhile, in the office, Victor watched the journalists disperse while smoking a cigarette. Casare knocked on the door and came in, "Boss, the smoke grenade has been thrown."

"Then proceed as planned. Tonight at 11 PM, deploy 2000 officers for a drug sweep in Sonora State, codenamed 'Baja California Blade'," Victor said, his expression serious, "and crush the drug traffickers' resistance in one swoop."

In this office, no larger than 20 square meters.

Victor's words exuded a zero-tolerance stance for Mexico's drug enforcement efforts, symbolizing that the war against drugs in Mexico was his fight, and humanity's greatest endeavor was with Victor. (Perfect score! Graduate!)

Casare, in a rare solemn moment, saluted militarily and turned to pass down the orders.

Victor turned to look at the map hanging on the wall.

As long as he could break through Sonora State.

He could move south to capture the dragon or strategically hold California in the north.

To push the war against the drug traffickers beyond Baja California, then to focus on developing the domestic economy and strengthening the foundations.

As he was deep in thought, the phone on the desk rang. He turned his head with a frown and picked up the receiver.

"Victor, I need your help!" The voice on the other end was the DEA's top man in Mexico: Jonathan Pannier, and he sounded rather gloomy.

"The Mexican Consortium thinks the CIA believes we're disturbing their intelligence structure in Mexico. They've cornered me and my employees in the office building."

Victor raised his eyebrows, calmly smiling, "Does that consortium traffic drugs, Mr. Jonathan?"

"Of course!"

The DEA has already pocketed the money; how could it be coughed back up? The consortium bosses are drug traffickers, and so are you!

And besides, you're not exactly clean yourself.

"That's good. The CIA? They don't call the shots in Baja California."

After hanging up the phone, Victor pressed another white phone, "EDM Third Regiment, teams ABCD, move out immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" came the response over the phone.

Victor put on his police uniform and cap before heading out to work; even if he wasn't wearing a helmet, he still needed to wear a hat!

When he came downstairs, he saw a squadron of about 40 personnel standing below the security department.

They were fully equipped by Victor's "Hope Group," all dressed in black, with HK MP5A3 submachine guns, L96A1 sniper rifles, a few AR15 series automatic rifles, and Remington M870 pump-action shotguns!

This group was picked by Victor from the EDM and Counter-Terrorism Mobile Unit (TDTV) and made up the "Mexican DEA Anti-Terrorism Squad," known for short as "NTMD."