Working as a police officer in Mexico

It is said that the IZO Mercenary Company still has Black Hawks and man-portable anti-tank weapons. Even if you get shot, they can transport you back for treatment. But as for the smaller organizations?

You might just have to wait for death after getting shot.

Woooo—

Woo woo woo—

Woo woo woo woo—

Suddenly, the air raid siren blared abruptly—

The mercenaries on the square were startled, looked up, and saw six fighter jets emerging from the clouds.

"F22!"

"Evade! Evade!"

These guys are seasoned, they know how to run.

If you encounter a bombing, remember one thing: run to an open area!

The ammunition or missile from a fighter jet won't be fired specifically for "insignificant" people, even the cheapest one costs tens of thousands. They're mainly used to target important objectives, so don't follow the leader, scatter and evade, and your chances of survival are very high.

Also, don't hide in buildings, you might end up being crushed by concrete.

The fighter jet tilted its head, fired a missile at the building in the distance with the Medellin Cartel emblem, and with a bang, all that was left was a heap of rubble.

By the time the air raid siren went off, the Medellin ground's ZSU-23-4 "Shileika" self-propelled anti-aircraft gun battalion had rolled out, but it was too slow!

They had just started rolling out of the city center's warehouse when two F22s locked onto them, firing missiles from ten kilometers away...

Boom boom boom—

Directly blew them into scrap metal, leaving the drug trafficker soldiers inside mangled beyond recognition.

Meanwhile, in another location at the S-125 "Pechora" surface-to-air missile battalion.

The commander wiped the sweat off his face, "Lock on! Quick, lock on!"

The operator was on the verge of tears, "Commander, we can't lock on! We can't lock on!"

What kind of weapon is the S-125 "Pechora" surface-to-air missile system?

Designed during the Cold War era, it's a second-generation air defense weapon with a generational gap in technology architecture and operational concept compared to fifth-generation stealth fighters.

Although low-frequency radar, such as the VHF band, can theoretically detect stealth targets, the radar accuracy, guidance mode, and ECM resilience of the S-125 cannot meet the requirements to lock onto an F-22.

Even the improved "Pechora-2M" still falls short in terms of detection and interception capabilities against stealth targets, insufficient to break through the F-22's technical advantage. Therefore, the S-125 is almost impossible to lock onto the F-22 in real combat.

It might do against civilian aircraft.

The weapon is just too old…

"Forget it, fire!!" The commander grits his teeth and shouts.

If you don't fire, it's a matter of attitude; if you fire and miss, it's a matter of ability and weaponry.

Hearing his orders, the fire operator presses the button, whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The S-125 "Pechora" surface-to-air missiles quickly ascended and just randomly fired.

The six F22s, after bombing their targets, casually circled over Medellin and then nonchalantly left.

Olaf M. Glade spits out the sand in his mouth, his eyes serious.

"Commander, this business is tough to handle, Medellin has no air supremacy, it's completely turned into a sieve." A subordinate standing next to him says worriedly.

"If it were that easy, Medellin wouldn't be offering $4000 a day, hmm, nearly fifteen times the market rate!" someone else replied.

High rewards also mean high risks.

Olaf M. Glade's eyelids twitched, damn it, aren't we going to be stuck here?!

"Go and ask the brothers if anyone wants to leave. If no one leaves, I'll go sign the contract for the money."

"No need to ask, commander, everyone's thought it over. If we can't make money, we might as well be dead. Now that we can make money, we should seize the opportunity. Their allied airplanes are formidable, but I don't believe they're as powerful in urban warfare!"

Olaf M. Glade smiled reluctantly.

…

August 1st.

Six Hercules planes landed at a military airport on the outskirts of Bogota. The first combat regiment of the Mexico Direct First Division arrived in Colombia, led by Major General Frederick von Paulus, the chief of staff.

In fact, they weren't the first troops to arrive in Colombia.

The first was the Ares Defense Company!

The Mexico government-affiliated mercenary company will provide more than 3,000 armed personnel for the upcoming battle, with funding … coming from the Allies, approximately 200 million US Dollars.

Nearby the airport, one could see men clad in all-black combat uniforms, wielding M249 squad automatic weapons or M16 assault rifles, wearing PASGT Kevlar helmets, and PASGT bulletproof vests. Some had AVS6 night vision goggles on them.

On their shoulders was a depiction of a white-headed eagle facing left, clutching a world map in its beak and stepping on the globe with its feet, the background gray, looking somewhat dashing.

Anyone unaware would think it's the U.S. Military, but it's actually Ares Defense Company.

Well-funded, wealthy, and the Mexican military department intends to model this unit into a similar elite force like "beyond the law," so they're willing to allocate funds.

The main personnel are certainly recruited externally. As long as you can withstand seven weeks of training, you can join. The benefits are excellent. Besides the monthly basic salary, serving over five years allows you to apply for housing. Upon enlistment, the immediate family enjoys the Mexican military family protection system, with free medical care, free education, etc.

The only difference from the army is the death compensation, one through the national treasury, the other through the insurance company.

With such support, Ares Defense Company has grown to over 19,000 people, with operations covering Palestine battlefields, the Golden Triangle, Africa, etc., bringing in over 900 million US Dollars annually for the company.

In many overseas operations by Mexico, their presence can be seen.

Colombia pays particular attention to this operation, with the current president: Armando Benedetto personally attending the welcome, shaking hands with Frederick von Paulus and repeatedly expressing gratitude, his words seemingly numerous, "Now that you've come, now that you've arrived, Colombia's skies have brightened. You have no idea, I've been under immense pressure, unable to sleep."

For this goodwill president Mexico is supporting, Major General Frederick von Paulus is still quite gentle, patting his hand to comfort, "The Supreme Leader has acknowledged your efforts and hard work. He entrusted me with a message for you: when Medellin is completely eradicated, it will be time for him to bestow honors upon you at the National Palace. Colombian history and world history will never forget us."

Armando Benedetto isn't new to office and couldn't be easily entranced by some glib talks. But he still had to put on a touched expression, tears welling up in his eyes, "Mr. Leader remembers me, which makes me happy. I'll guarantee clearing out the Colombian drug traffickers and will not let the Supreme Leader down."

It's not the first time for Armando Benedetto to hold office so he's unlikely to be deceived, but one must always act moved. His tear-filled eyes enhanced the act, "Mr. Leader remembers me, which makes me happy. I promise to take care of Colombia's drug traffickers and ensure Colombia's skies are free from their shadow."

"Then from now on, we officially take over the Colombian military's role. In the next ten days, we need to organize the camps, with assistance from allied forces arriving successively."

"Okay!"

Frederick von Paulus nodded, "Perhaps we should start by clearing out the drug-related figures among the high ranks and the army."

This was not Benedetto's first time in office. His political career would not let him be easily beguiled by mere words, yet he still had to put on a moved expression, as tears welled up in his eyes. "Mr. Leader remembers me, and that makes me happy. I promise to eliminate Colombia's drug traffickers and ensure our nation's skies shine bright."

That very same night at 10:30 pm.

Belsaria, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a stomachache, and the servants and the medical team rushed to treat her, promptly sending her to the hospital in the National Palace.

Upon hearing the news, Victor, Casare, and others rushed to the hospital and received good news.

"Congratulations, Mr. Leader, madam has given birth to a healthy pair of twins," the doctor said with a smile.

"Can I go see Belsaria now?" Victor felt a sense of guilt towards his wife. After all, you've been fooling around outside and got caught, don't you feel guilty?

The doctor said, "You can."

Victor went inside, while Casare and the others remained outside, feeling awkward.

Upon entering, he saw Belsaria lying on the bed, her expression complex as she raised her head to look at him. The air was still tinged with the smell of blood, which deepened Victor's sense of guilt.

(If, in the future, your wives give birth, you should accompany them. If you go in and take a look, I guarantee you'll be speechless…)

Victor took Belsaria's hand, "You've worked hard, you've worked hard."

The latter raised her head to look at him with a complicated expression, "You know it's been hard?"

"Yes."

"Then it's worth it."

"Our son's name will be Bruto Kutuzov Vieri!"

"The girl's name will be Maria Jose Vieri."

Brows twitching, Victor's expression froze.

He knew his eldest son's name was Caesar Napoleon Vieri!

What does that mean?

Seeing Vieri's pained expression, Victor felt more guilty.

…