Working as a police officer in Mexico

The people beside looked at each other.

"Count me in," the middle-aged man squeezed in and raised his hand.

The short and stout man saw him, his face lit up with joy, and he nodded, "Who else?"

"Me, me, me!" The young man beside also raised his hand, very anxiously.

"Ah Qiang, you haven't even grown a full beard yet, go home and stay put."

The young man's face turned red in an instant, "Brother Ju, you can't underestimate me. I, Zhang Ziqiang, may not be a great hero, but I'm also not a coward afraid of dying. If those drug traffickers come for me, we will definitely take them on! So what if we die? In eighteen years, I'll be a hero once more."

He didn't even consider whether this place falls under the jurisdiction of the underworld.

The Black and White Impermanence would probably need to apply for visas to come here.

Chen Hujiao looked at him, "Good! You've got guts. Ah Dong, get all the equipment ready."

A lackey standing beside responded and called a few people to carry two large boxes from behind the barbecue shop.

Use a crowbar to pry it open!

Inside were assault rifles, incredibly.

"Type 56!" Ye Jihuan's eyes widened as he reached into the box, pulled back on the rifle bolt with a reverse grip, listening to the sound inside, and raised his eyebrows, "Second-hand goods? Brother Ju, where did you get these from?"

"The quality of these is good!"

Chen Hujiao laughed, "Is it difficult to get guns? How about it? Several of us brothers have been soldiers. The mid-'80s monkey business may not be battle-hardened, but it was so-so. I don't believe that with these old comrades, we can't kill those few drug traffickers!"

Mazatlan's Chinatown was actually established quite late, only in the early '80s, gradually forming a single street.

"We need more people. If you're not proactive in protecting your homeland, when the drug traffickers rob you, don't blame me for crying later," Chen Hujiao shouted loudly.

The crowd around looked at each other; soon, a dozen to twenty people raised their hands.

Speaking of the '80s, those who came out were all "fearless," and in their bones, they held a restlessness. Most of them came with the goal of "getting rich." Otherwise, why would people say that there were even people in the Amazon rainforest?

If you won't let me make money, I'll fuck your mother!

"Come on, distribute the guns, women, children, and the elderly go hide inside. Men, go up and fight, be careful. Ah Huan, we have a Type 56 light machine gun here, take people to occupy the high ground. If those drug traffickers dare to come close, gun them down," Chen Hujiao instructed.

"All right, you guys follow me," Ye Jihuan pointed at a few and said. He grabbed a walkie-talkie, ran towards the tallest building, a roast duck restaurant, and took up a corner, watching from a high vantage point.

Even Ye Jihuan, who endured the baptism of war, couldn't help but click his tongue at the raging bomb smoke, "The Mexicans' firepower is really fierce; they're practically planning to bomb Mazatlan to oblivion…"

"Brother Huan, we are now Mexicans too," Zhang Ziqiang said with a smile nearby.

They had changed their citizenship when they came out.

It was more convenient on the outside.

Most importantly, they had planned to die abroad without making any money.

"Sss Sss Sss~Ah Huan, do you see them?" Chen Hujiao's voice came through the walkie-talkie. Ye Jihuan glanced at the distance, "They're coming, around 200 meters away, about 30 people, no heavy weaponry, armed with AKs."

"Take the first chance to shoot, the first mover has the advantage."

"Understood."

Ye Jihuan replied, placed the walkie-talkie on the ground, sniffled, casually wiped his nose on his clothes, picked up the Type 56 light machine gun, rested it on the waist-high wall, and signaled for everyone to crouch down.

When the gun was in his hands, he felt as though he and the gun were one. He had held it while sleeping in Cat's-Ear Trench longer than he had with any woman; his finger was on the trigger, breathing steady.

The moment he saw the drug traffickers pouring through the archway, as soon as the left foot stepped in, Ye Jihuan pulled the trigger directly.

Pop… pop-pop… pop-pop-pop!

The old gunman didn't use spray fire but single shots, which had a higher accuracy rate.

The drug trafficker walking in the front was shot dead on the spot—one bullet hit the head, another in the chest. The sound of gunfire was like a command, and the others who were already lying in ambush jumped up and started shooting down.

Chinatown was narrow to begin with, barely wide enough for four or five people to walk side by side. When you all rush in, there's no place to take cover. To prevent drug traffickers from entering the shops, all nearby doors had been locked.

The drug traffickers were forced into combat.

Bullets whizzed past overhead.

Ye Jihuan, without even blinking an eye, shouted, "Magazine!" After counting the bullets in his mind and deeming it about time, he called out to Zhang Ziqiang beside him. The latter swiftly bent down to grab a stacked magazine, but a bullet struck the steel reinforcement in the wall right in front of them, sending shivers down his scalp.

"Here."

Ye Jihuan took it, gave a knock, the empty magazine fell to the ground, and he smoothly inserted the new one before continuing to load.

See, this is what experienced soldiers are like.

The thirty-odd drug traffickers were wiped out in no time, and not a single resident of Chinatown was harmed. Indeed, the local spirit was fierce, and their fighting prowess intense.

Lovers of farming, experts in warfare.

Let's just say, people from Southern Fujian overseas are very united. If they're set on it, they could easily overthrow a foreign regime. After all, firearms are really cheap.

It's just that they love peace.

But if someone dares to bully them... heh heh heh.

Humm-humm-humm~

As Ye Jihuan and the others were cautiously approaching the bodies, the sound from the sky caught their attention. Looking up, they saw 8 Mi-8 helicopters flying low into Mazatlan.

Opening fire on the ground below.

And the ground troops began to move into the city.

Zhang Ziqiang instinctively raised his gun, terrifying Ye Jihuan beside him who quickly held him down, "What are you doing!"
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"Shoot it down."

"Damn it, that's the Northern Mexican Army, the Northern Army! Didn't you see their markings?"

If we shot it down, everyone here would have to be buried with it.

Zhang Ziqiang gave an embarrassed laugh.

At the same time, the Mi-8's observer aloft had indeed noticed the scene below and reported it up the chain.

"Should we go check it out?" the pilot asked.

"Leave it to the ground troops," the observer replied, "Isn't the air conditioning comfortable?"

Ye Jihuan and the others watched the armed helicopters leave, taking a long sigh of relief.

"Quick! Hide the weapons, pile up these bodies, and hey, no random shooting, absolutely, don't expose yourself!" Chen Hujiao came running out and instructed everyone.

"We are law-abiding citizens!"

"Understood!"

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