Working as a police officer in Mexico

Almost everyone can see it.

Chaotic times have arrived!

Even if Jesus' brother Hong Xiuquan came, he couldn't stop it.

Ambitious men, conspirators, black market traders, white-collar criminals, all have turned their attention to Medellin.

According to the assessment by the Wall Street Journal, their so-called "Anti-Alliance Foundation" has already exceeded 52 billion US Dollars.

This figure rapidly fermented, causing a huge uproar worldwide.

What does 52 billion represent?

According to Gulf War standards, it can only last 5-6 days; the U.S. Military consumed 240 billion US Dollars in 42 days, averaging about 5.7 billion US Dollars per day.

If it's a low-intensity war, it can last for months or even years.

Of course, if you insist on being particular, according to those African men's "free shooting style," it could last for decades, even several generations.

This figure is absolutely insane.

Who would say no to money?

At the recruitment plaza in Medellin, you can see quite a few white people, black people, people of Asian descent, etc. Their eyes are sharp and filled with aggression, armed with weapons, predominantly AK-74 assault rifles, Israeli Galil ACE assault rifles, M16A2 assault rifles, and you might even spot an HK33 assault rifle.

"Bang!!!"

A fist the size of a palm slammed onto the table, startling the Medellin soldier with a corporal rank sitting behind, who looked up at the fierce-looking man in front of him with a dozen scars on his face, gulping, his eyes a bit terrified.

"Hmph, we are the 'Viking Berserkers', a total of 22 people, what's our price?" The man said in a muffled voice, his throat seemingly injured, sounding hoarse, like a walnut clamped to his backside — very painful.

And this "Viking Berserkers" is obviously quite famous. People around raised their heads to take a look, and familiar ones found the mark on him, a combination of a wolf's head and an axe.

This organization is the image of berserk warriors from Norse mythology, with members mostly retired soldiers from cold regions like Northern Europe and Russia, known for their ferocity in close combat and adaptability to harsh environments, often participating in desert raids or positional defenses on Middle Eastern battlefields.

The most famous should be the "Battle of Khafji" that occurred in January 1991, where they assisted the Saudi military, as Iraqi infantry in BMP armored vehicles rushed into the town, engaging in house-to-house combat with the Saudi National Guard in streets and residences, leading to hand-to-hand battles.

The "Viking Berserkers" became famous overnight, especially the commander Olaf M. Glade, who became renowned for cracking open the heads of seven Iraqi soldiers with a combat shovel.

"Are you Commander Olaf?" The corporal's eyes lit up, and seeing the other party nod, he hurriedly said, "Please wait!"

Then he ran into the tent behind him. After a while, a man with a Colonel rank from the Military Academy walked out, with a big belly, somewhat arrogant eyes, and a strong presence.

"Hello, Mr. Olaf, I am Mudelos Laidler." Saying so, he raised his head, as if he wanted to see "shock" in the other's eyes.

But Olaf M. Glade looked bewildered but still nodded.

Mudelos Laidler frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

The corporal next to him immediately understood and quickly said, "This is the cousin of our Medellin's number three leader, Carlos Leder."

Oh, oh, oh!

Olaf M. Glade had a sudden realization, but then immediately said in a muffled tone, "What does that have to do with me? I'm here to make money by fighting, not to cozy up."

These words made Mudelos's expression a bit dark, a twitch at the corner of his eye.

And the mercenaries on both sides folded their arms with helpless smiles; this Northern European truly has a bit of a foolish head, can't you say something nice?

Otherwise, they could send you to be cannon fodder when the time comes!

Put you in any warzone, they still have that authority.

Mudelos Laidler glanced at him, lost interest, "22 people, 90,000 US Dollars a day."

"90,000?"

Olaf M. Glade frowned, averaging 4,090 US Dollars per person, "Why so little???"

"According to our plan, less than 5 people belong to C-level, about 2,000 US Dollars a day, less than 20 people belong to B-level, 3,000 US Dollars, under 50 people belong to C-level at 4,000 US Dollars, and around 100 people are S-Class, price needs leadership negotiations." The corporal next to him hurriedly explained.

But this obviously dissatisfied Olaf M. Glade, he slapped the table, "Is our record not enough for S-Class?"

"How do you compare to South African private forces (EO)? They prepared 2,600 armed personnel, how do you compare?" Mudelos Laidler snorted twice, then couldn't be bothered to say more and walked away.

Olaf M. Glade half-opened his mouth but felt speechless.

That's the South African private forces!

You can see its shadow everywhere globally, it's said that they are backed by the Jewish consortium and the American consortium.

"Can you tell me what the salaries for these organizations are?" Olaf M. Glade couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked in a muffled voice.

The corporal shook his head, "Not really sure, I only know the prices for these large mercenary companies." As he talked, perhaps wanting to show off his insider information, he lowered his voice, "The Israeli IZO Mercenary Company deployed 1,200 people, securing 300 million US Dollars to fight in Medellin for 3 months."

"300 million US Dollars!" Olaf M. Glade swallowed, a bit envious.

Although it seems less per capita, and the company takes the bulk, there's no other way, the company doesn't take it for nothing, they provide weapons, equipment, and subsequent war insurance, etc.