Working as a police officer in Mexico

Snipers sometimes also act as spotters.

Especially in places where the battlefield environment is extremely complex.

"11 o'clock direction, hillside, straight-line distance of 470 meters, cover with artillery fire!"

The artillery team leader shouted to the officers to jump onto the extended semi-trailer, pulling open all the tarpaulins to reveal the Type 63 107mm towed rocket launchers inside!

On the 17.5-meter semi-trailer, there were 11 rocket launchers!

Each with 12 barrels, how many barrels in total for 11 launchers? Quick, answer that.

This weapon, along with the AK47 and RPG-7 rocket launcher, is hailed as one of the three great 'magic weapons' of guerrilla warfare. Let's put it this way, Africa might go without a king, but not without the Type 63 107mm towed rocket launcher!

In many websites' descriptions of weapons, there's usually a mention of which countries use them, but for this one, there's only one sentence: "To this day, the armed forces using it span across the globe."

Impressive, isn't it?

This thing is also light. After aiming in the direction specified by the sniper, with a turn of the barrel and following the commander's order,

the rockets flew out in an instant.

They nearly flattened that hill!

A cloud of thick smoke rose.

Covering one place with hundreds of rockets is simply showing off wealth.

The drug trafficker never imagined in their life that they could get hit by an Asian weapon within Mexico's borders.

In the convoy, Victor also brought along a road roller, which, lined up in parallel, immediately flattened the vehicles, regardless of whether there were any drug traffickers inside or not.

It was just the kind of dirty trick a drug trafficker would play.

Why are drug traffickers difficult to eradicate?

Because they wouldn't likely have 'drug trafficker' written on their foreheads, blending into crowds, and often indistinguishable from ordinary civilians.

Just like the drug traffickers in Brazil - their firepower and organization aren't as good as in Mexico, and the Brazilian government has more execution power than the Mexican Government, but why are those traffickers still sticking around like a bad rash?

Because they hide out in the slums.

But with Victor...

No matter where you hide, even if you're in the toilet, he'll blast the toilet until shit flies out.

"Alternate cover, advance." Victor's calm command came through the radio.

The lead vehicle smashed through those "tin cans."

The "rookie" Carlos, feeling a bit dizzy inside the vehicle, was about to push the door open to get out when the team leader and a few team members climbed onto the vehicle.

"Bring the medical kit from the back," the team leader said through gritted teeth.

Carlos hurriedly handed over the medical kit, and the other party took out isopropyl alcohol and pressed a cotton ball dipped in it against a wound on his face, grunting in pain.

Through the rearview mirror, Carlos saw a deep scar on half of the team leader's face!

He swallowed hard.

"Are you scared?" the team leader turned to look at him.

"No... not scared."

"Bullshit!" the team leader scoffed with derision, "Who isn't scared? But you need to understand that on the battlefield, the more scared you are, the quicker you die. You need to keep a cool head, engage if you can, run if you can't, there's no shame in that."

Carlos nodded, half understanding.

"These drug traffickers' firepower has intensified again. It looks like the Director is ready to make a hefty investment this time," the team leader said offhandedly.

The driver next to him, covered in dust, was still a bit out of it, clutching his head, "We should just drop an H-bomb and blow all the drug traffickers to hell."

Carlos listened, his heart racing.

The Director...

Surely he wouldn't entertain such a notion.

Inside the command vehicle, Victor's expression also grew serious.

"The drug traffickers' firepower has gotten stronger," Casare sighed. As the steward, wherever the boss went, he naturally followed.

"The gap between us and the traffickers is narrowing," Casare continued.

Victor took a drag on his cigarette, sneered disdainfully, "Narrowing?"

"My caliber could easily blow their heads off; they're still far from matching my firepower!"

Victor had brought along "new equipment," there would always be calibers they would fancy. Continue reading stories on мѵʟ

"Have you contacted the Counter-Terrorism Mobile Unit?"

"They are about 40 kilometers from Mexicali," Casare replied.

Victor nodded, glancing at his watch and frowning, "Speed up! I want the Gulf Group to have a sleepless night."

8:45 PM.

The caravan finally saw the outline of Mexicali city.

"Boss, at the city gate, we've encountered…police?!" The officer ahead spoke through the walkie-talkie, "They won't let us into the city."

This made Victor laugh.

Similar incidents had occurred in other cities before. In 2011, during a drug crackdown, the Marine Corps even exchanged fire with the local police.

In 2014, a police chief in Jalisco was detained by the Navy on suspicion of drug trafficking, which led to the subsequent unrest.

The local police were too intertwined with the drug traffickers.

"Ram through them! We're here to suppress a rebellion, not to negotiate," Victor said, picking up the walkie-talkie.

Rookie Carlos stood beside the captain, a dozen officers in front of him. The captain's walkie-talkie volume was turned up, and everyone heard Victor's command.

"Our Director is angry. Are you letting us through?" the captain asked the inspector in front of him.

"Impossible! You can't enter Mexicali," the inspector spread his hands but his legs were trembling.

He was originally a member of Tijuana, but his boss was gone, eradicated. When the Gulf Group moved in, he defected to them and, with Abrego's help, took the Director's chair within half a month.

By day he was a policeman, by night a drug trafficker.

Heh, didn't expect that, did ya? It's called moonlighting, diversification of professions.

The captain didn't say much more, climbed on the Hummer, stepped on the gas, and charged toward the group of officers.

The leading inspector closed his eyes...

Bang!

A jolt of pain, and he was sent flying six or seven meters.

Rookie Carlos gaped, watching the "heroic" captain knock over all the police.

"Enter the city! If anyone's in the way, run them over, no matter the consequences."

The groaning officers on the ground heard this and quickly crawled to the side.

By his tone, he meant it!

"Hang the loudspeakers, let all the citizens know—we have arrived! Safety has come!"

The once silent Mexicali city, with residents hiding in their rooms, heard loudspeaker announcements one after another.

"This is Guadalupe Island Police Station! We solemnly declare that drug traffickers should lay down their weapons and surrender, or they will be treated as rebels!"

"The end of the Tijuana Cartel is upon us, lay down your weapons and surrender!"

Some bolder residents cautiously peered out their windows. The caravan had its lights on; Victor, showing off his muscles with cannons and armored vehicles in full view, was telling everyone.

He had the power to deal with the drug traffickers here!

Hiding and cowering was not his style.

"Guadalupe Island Police Station?"

"Victor?"

"Is it Mr. Victor?"

Residents who often watched the news brightened up, their tones tinged with excitement.

And Victor, inside the command vehicle.

Looking through the peephole in the glass, he saw the chaotic scene outside.

Shops were closed, walls had collapsed, and the streets were in disarray.

An unpleasant stench pervaded the air, and no one was tending to the trash cans.

On the ground, you could even see bodies.

The homeless had fled as well.

Could you imagine this was a city, not the end of the world?

"Go to the TV station!"

To take over the three major residences of the bandits was always the first step.

"First squad, take control of the police station, disarm all officers, and don't allow them to leave the premises."

"Second squad, occupy the city hall!"

...

A squad was about 60 people, equipped with heavy firepower.

The squads that were called out split from the caravan, heading towards their destinations.

What Victor intended to do was to cut through the chaos swiftly!

To have the drug traffickers crying out!