Working as a police officer in Mexico

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The drug traffickers also learned to saturate the ground with artillery fire.

The "God's Battalion" 17th Regiment, which arrived first, started the bombardment with their artillery from two kilometers away. Almost every regiment in the "God's Battalion" was equipped with an artillery company, roughly with seven M-30 type 122mm howitzers. They gave Madella a couple of rounds first.

But they couldn't bomb any more than that.

Military funds were limited, after all.

Then, ignoring the advisors' protest, they pressed the entire regiment forward.

"F***! F***! Where in modern warfare do you just rely on piling up numbers? Casualties will be huge this way!"

Gómez Loera, the drug trafficker commander, puffing on a cigar, "You don't understand Mexico, sir."

He was Guzman's cousin, a graduate of the University of Guadalajara, and the highest-educated member of the Loera Family.

However, he was a bit arrogant, always liked to throw parties and be authoritarian in the army, removing those who didn't obey him.

This made the morale of his men unstable.

Hearing Gómez's words, the furious American advisor cursed him as an idiot and found a spot to watch the troops' charge through his binoculars.

The drug traffickers, wearing Soviet SSH-40 helmets, hunched over, rushed forward, the ones at the front occasionally stopping to provide fire support for their comrades behind, moving forward in a wave-like manner.

In the Latin American region, you could even see drug traffickers using tactics.

The Anti-Drug Force had cleared the small woods outside Madella that blocked the view, clearing up the line of sight significantly.

"Positions! Positions!" Captain William James Hearst, adjusting his own helmet, shouted to the officers below him.

He held his M16, shooting at the drug traffickers who were already charging toward them.

After the police force was restructured, Victor equipped the ground troops with two weapons: one was the X-16A4 assault rifle, a modified version of the M16, and the other was the AK47, designed for various terrains. After all, the Russian Bear's equipment wasn't so finicky.

Occasionally getting a mouthful of dirt in the Sahara Desert was not a problem.

Ordinary officers could choose scopes and tactical attachments according to their preference.

So you could see that many of them carried a strong personal touch in their DIY gear.

Beyond these, they wore OpsCore helmets, resistant to bullet impacts, with built-in night vision mode, priced at about a thousand US dollars.

They also wore M52 body armor vests.

Equipped with M9 pistols.

Besides these, each person also had three sets of combat uniforms, a set of regular clothes, and a sleeping bag, with just individual equipment amounting to around 3000 US dollars.

It was not easy for Victor to maintain the troops.
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Hunkered down on the rooftop, Anti-Drug Force officers wearing sunglasses and tactical gloves firmly held onto the M240B, firing bursts at the drug traffickers.

Ratatat... Ratatatat...

7.62mm bullets passed through two closely packed drug traffickers, taking them down instantly, those running drug traffickers continuing a few more steps before plunging face-first into the ground.

Blood sprayed onto the face of a young drug trafficker, causing his scalp to tingle instantly, followed by a surge of adrenaline and his mouth trembling.

"Long live Guzman!"

"Long live Guzman!"

"Long live Guzman!"

The cries grew louder, even overwhelming the sound of gunfire, the veins on their faces clearly visible as they opened their mouths wide.

Since when?

Did drug traffickers also become so adept at brainwashing?

The young drug trafficker's eyes turned bloodshot as he rapidly charged forward.

Whoosh~

"Take cover!" He heard someone scream from behind him, looked up, and saw a dark object plummeting down.

It exploded "BOOM!" beside him with a blast wave that flung him four or five meters away, a mouthful of blood mixed with flesh spilling out.

He had severe internal injuries.

His eyes grew dim, and thoughts of his mother surfaced in his mind.

He was originally just an ordinary young man from Sinaloa State, with his mother seriously ill. One day, a drug trafficking syndicate suddenly approached him with a promise to treat his mother if he joined the "God's Battalion."

Mr. Guzman... what a good man.

"Hooray!"

"Mom..."

With that, he slumped over, dead.

In an open area within Madella, an M-224 type 81mm light mortar was set up, mainly used for fire support.

This weapon only required two men to operate.

One to choose the angle, and another simply to stuff the shell into it.

The M-224 type was rapid-firing; just load it, and it would fly.

With fourteen mortars between two companies, close to 300 shells were fired in five minutes.

It was a bombing that left the drug traffickers howling.

"Chief Ivica Alonso, this is the 336th Regiment of ground police, Company A, requesting fire support at my marked location!" Captain William James Hearst called for Coast Guard support through the radio.

"Understood."

The TNC 45-class general-purpose fast patrol ship "Duke Victor," having received the request, quickly made its way to the target area near the coast.

Despite their low numbers, the Anti-Drug Force could effectively call for naval fire support. Once they had an air force in the future, direct air support would be possible.

Like the Yanks.

Even a company-level unit could call for a fire strike; just the thought was thrilling.

The TNC 45-class patrol ship, being shrewd, would come closer when needed, and when not, it simply patrolled the tributary rivers, keeping away from being targeted.

"Turn on the missile system."

"Missile system activation complete."

"Set the target position."

"Fire toward the back, not too close, we don't want to end up killing our own men," said the bearded Coast Guard Commander Ivica Alonso with some concern.

"Preparations complete, ready to launch."

"Launch!"

Ten minutes later.

A Flying Fish mm38 ship-to-ship missile at a 30-degree angle soared out. While the thing had a 95% accuracy rate, its positioning wasn't pinpoint precise; as long as it didn't hit friendly forces, it was fine.

It swept across the skies of Madella.