Working as a police officer in Mexico

The video of the drug dealer nicknamed Scorpion (Escorpión) being eliminated was played on Guadalupe Island TV that night.

They also deliberately released his photo and the burnt appearance together.

Ordinary people naturally grew their confidence in the police department after watching it, while drug dealers were "lucky" that they were not as stubborn as Scorpion.

Francisco sat in the bar. This should be his last time to come to the bar in Guadalupe Island. Watching the news on TV, the tequila in his hand also felt boring.

"Boss, do you want to take Nora away tomorrow?" The younger brother asked beside him.

Francisco paused. She was his mistress. The two of them had a child. He hesitated and sighed, "Leave some money for her. Although the tyrant is here, Guadalupe Island is much safer than other places."

His father was a drug dealer, and his grandfather was also a drug dealer.

Drug dealer?

Sooner or later, he will die in the wilderness!

How many of them can have a good ending?

When Francisco was a child, he also wanted to be a painter. He liked Van Gogh, but unfortunately, Mexico was a country that could not even accommodate a small desk and dream. When he was a child, he had to avoid the fighting of his father's enemies. His four brothers died when they were minors.

There was no way, he could only take this path.

But he didn't want his children to follow this path again.

Francisco finished the tequila in one gulp and picked up the hat on the table, "Go to bed early, don't be late tomorrow."

He walked out of the bar, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked up at the starry sky.

"The moon is so beautiful."

Tonight should be the quietest time on Guadalupe Island since Mexico's independence. There is no gunfight, no noise, and no murder.

"Reserve Police Officer" Santos sat at the desk at home, looking outside, squinting, "The moon is so clean."

...

The next day.

The wind was light and the clouds were light.

The sea breeze was blowing warm wind, which was also a bit intoxicating.

Guadalupe Island rarely has such weather.

Drug dealers came from all directions, slowly gathering nearly a thousand people, all of whom were key personnel. Under the guidance of the police, they threw their weapons and equipment aside. In order to prevent unnecessary "trouble", all citizens were not allowed to approach the dock.

Military management was implemented within five kilometers of the dock.

The drug dealers looked unhappy.

During the period of joint drug eradication between the United States and Mexico, many big guys surrendered directly because they couldn't beat them, such as Gallardo, but they were the army, and it was rare for them to raise their hands after being beaten by the police.

Francisco came early and chose a good position, but when he looked at the sea, he didn't see the boat!

"Boss, why are there so many policemen around here, and the boat... Where is the boat?" The younger brother beside him also felt that something was wrong and asked hurriedly.

Francisco pushed away the drug dealers who blocked the road and ran back.

"Stop! Go back!" The police officer with a gun pulled the bolt and cursed.

"Victor! Where's Victor? I want to see him." Francisco shouted loudly, his expression instantly excited. When he saw Victor coming down from an armored vehicle, he said, "Where is the boat? Are we supposed to swim over there?"

"You're late, the boat has left."

This is simply a lie.

Francisco stretched out his hand angrily and pointed at the watch on it, "You said eight o'clock, but it's not time yet!"

Victor raised his hand, pointed at his watch, and then set the clock forward one hour in front of them, "I'm sorry, it's Victor time on Guadalupe Island now, so you're late!"

"And drug dealers who are late are equivalent to giving up the opportunity to surrender!"

Francisco raised his eyebrows, and a sense of uneasiness in his heart instantly surged into his heart. When he saw the machine gun on the armored vehicle turned around, his expression suddenly became ferocious, "Victor, fuck!"

"Fuego! (Fire!)" Casare gave the order. The 20mm Rh202 machine gun mounted on the E-6 ring bracket on the roof of the TPz-1 armored vehicle began to roll, followed by a piercing sound.

Da~

Dada da da da~~

The shell popped out from the side, hit the body of the vehicle and rolled on the ground with a crisp sound.

Francisco's body is relatively strong and tall. The more bullets he is exposed to, the smaller the people in the war live longer. Because the target is small, the possibility of being shot is also reduced.

He has at least one-third more bullet holes than others.

Alas, being too tall is also a sin.

When Francisco fell, he heard the screams and panicked footsteps of drug dealers.

Someone stepped on his face.

Francisco suddenly had a picture in his mind. At that time, it was also the first time he killed someone. He killed a family of four, trapped them in the car, and then burned them to death with a fire.

The drug dealers now cry in fear just like they did back then.

Francisco's eyes went black and he died.

Many drug dealers wanted to run to the sides, but Victor arranged police officers to shoot with machine guns. The barrels were so hot that the desperate drug dealers jumped into the sea in panic, shouting in despair.

The invention of guns turned death into a string of numbers.

It took only 20 minutes to sweep, and the dock was full of drug dealers' bodies.

Two TPz-1 armored vehicles were equipped with bulldozers in front, pushing the bodies into the sea like shoveling mud.

All reduced the time for cleaning.

There are many schools of fish under the pier...

Victor held a cigarette in his mouth and blew a puff of smoke with his head tilted up. "Without drug dealers, the air has become sweet."

He was in a good mood.

Especially the points kept increasing.

Although the drug dealers on Guadalupe Island were not as good as those in the prison, they also provided him with 6.4 million points.

Casare stretched his head out to look at the sea. The bloody smell stimulated the great white shark below. Suddenly, a bloody mouth rushed up from the sea, which scared him. The great white shark rolled up a corpse and went into the sea.

"From now on!"

"No more drug dealers are allowed on Guadalupe Island!"

"Gentlemen, whoever sells drugs is against me, Victor!"

The surrounding police officers stood at attention: "Sí.Seor! (Yes, sir!)"

...

Zacatecas State.

Tijuana VS Juarez + Sinaloa!

The defeated were defeated step by step, three plantations were burned down, and two research institutes were also burned down, interrupting the transportation route from Baja California to the US-Mexico border, which caused Tijuana to suffer heavy losses.

In a private house.

Several important members of the Felix family sat upright.

"I think we should form an alliance with the Gulf Group. We need help." Ramon, who has a flamboyant personality and likes to wear bright clothes, said to his eldest brother Benjamin.

"The price the Gulf Group is asking is not cheap."

Ramon laughed angrily when he heard what his brother said. "If those two bastards Palma and Guzman come in, do you think we will still be alive? We should not think the price is expensive, but we should be thankful that we still have a chance."

The boss Benjamin nodded, "Agree to the Gulf Group's request." He paused, "Do they want Guadalupe Island?"

Ramon nodded, "They want that place as a cargo transfer point in the Pacific Ocean. Now there is an ignorant police chief, but he has good firepower. I received news that the drug dealers on the island can't stand it. We just happened to negotiate with the Gulf Group. If they want it, we will give it to them. It just so happens that the people above can come down to help us resist Sinaloa."

"High firepower?" Benjamin raised his eyebrows.

Ramon was about to speak when the mobile phone on the table rang. Benjamin motioned him to answer the phone first. Ramon smiled apologetically. He still respected his big brother.

"What?"

"All dead!?!"

Ramon couldn't help but shout out.

All the Felix family members present looked at him and saw that the Tijuana drug cartel leader, who was known for his ferocity, had an ugly expression on his face.

It could even be said that he couldn't believe it!

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