Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 314 No one can threaten us, not even God!

Guadalajara.

An atmosphere of despair permeated the entire city.

The Americans have been beaten by the Northern Army and forced to sit at the negotiating table. Who can save us now?
But in this atmosphere, drug dealers became more crazy. No civilians were allowed to leave the city. Once discovered, they would be shot on the spot!

The drug traffickers unleashed the beast and turned Guadalajara into a living hell!
"Let me go, please, let me go!" A good-looking woman shouted in fear as her legs were grabbed by two drug dealers, dragged out of the door, and their pants were about to be taken off in the street.

With a roar and a curse, the husband rushed out of the house with a kitchen knife, followed by their children. The children, who were only a few years old, had no idea what was going on.

boom!
With a gunshot, the man was shot to death in a pool of blood. The crazy woman screamed and kicked, kicking the drug dealer in the face.

Perhaps it was her resistance that made the drug dealer impatient. He cursed at her, slapped her unconscious, and then did what a "bastard" should do like a beast.

He killed the woman with one last shot, and left chatting and laughing with his companions.

In the surrounding houses, there were many eyes watching, some couldn't bear it, while others were numb.

Their child looked confused as he looked at his parents lying on the ground. He slowly walked over and then... lay in his mother's arms and closed his eyes quietly.

My mother’s arms are so warm.

The drug dealers were also divided into two groups. One group thought that they could not win and quickly surrendered. Isn't it just being a laborer? It's better than dying!
There is also a party that refuses to obey even at death!

"If Victor is in a bad mood, he will fight. Even if I die, the moat will be filled with the bodies of his Northern Army!"

Before he could finish his words, an urgent alarm was heard, and a drug dealer leader near the window saw a missile rushing towards him from the sky not far away.

"OMG!!"

His pupils condensed and he jumped out of the window. However, before his feet touched the ground, the high-explosive warhead hit the church not far away. In an instant, the huge shock wave blew his face into wrinkles. The next second, a pain tore his whole body apart and he fell into endless darkness.

If someone were filming from above, they would be able to see that the power of the missile shattered everything around it!

No one survived!

Terrified people and drug dealers scattered from the surroundings, screaming and shouting.

And shortly after the missile attack, the Air Force began air strikes!
Missiles don't have eyes, and they can't distinguish between civilians and drug dealers. This is also what Victor is criticized for.

You've almost moved North America sideways by beating up drug dealers.

you…

But Victor just doesn't care. You can say whatever you want and scold whatever you want. If you have the temper, you can gather troops to fight me. Can you ask the United Nations forces to fight me?

If you dare to fight, I will fight the Americans and see who will suffer!

To the extent that the overall trend is now awkward, everyone looked at each other, and in the end could only curse Victor for having an eye for his son.

Three British Vickers Warrior bombers flew over the city of Guadalajara and dropped 3 40-kilogram conventional bombs below!

Victor is no longer afraid of the Americans.

We all had a fight, why should I hide it?
You don't like me anyway...

I brought out the British "3V" strategic bomber during the Cold War, and you still thought I had some connection with the British.

Americans are not the kind of "heroic leaders". They are very suspicious. If you make them feel that you have done something wrong to them, they will definitely kill you!
Who else gave Mexico the "Valiants" bombers, besides the British?
Let them fight each other dog-eat-dog.

Guadalajara was shaken three times by 40 450 kg conventional bombs.

Dust rose into the sky.

A 10-story department store collapsed, crushing the sign below that read "Tsingtao Beer".

A drug dealer wearing a hood staggered out of the ruins, his body covered in dirt. He pulled off his hood as he walked, with despair on his face and tears in his eyes.

With a thud, he fell to the ground, curled up, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

It's obvious at first glance that the internal organs are displaced.

"I...I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

He died in pain, with his eyes wide open, full of despair!

November 11rd, 23:16 p.m.

After a month of siege on Guadalajara, the 2rd Marine Division and two regiments of the 3.5nd Marine Division, totaling people, launched a general offensive!

The goal of Company B of Battalion A of Regiment A of the 1st Division was to capture the "underground transportation" track located at the south gate, but the division commander Alexievich Brusilov also understood how difficult it was to attack such underground facilities.

Call for air support first.

An F-111 fighter-bomber carrying a GBU-28 bunker buster took off from the Sonora Air Force Base and dropped two GBU-28 bombs, one of which hit the target accurately!
This thing is not cheap. Victor's points flow out every day like water.

About 6 seconds after the bunker-buster went down, a large amount of thick smoke came out, accompanied by a violent explosion!

The ground was shaking a few times.

A corporal from Company B of Battalion A looked at this scene in horror and swallowed his saliva. It turned out that technology is indeed the primary productive force!
A soldier bumped into him from behind, and hundreds of soldiers from Company A rushed towards the subway station. The huge hole that was blown open looked like a "mouth", swallowing the soldiers' lives!
"HI! Victor!!!"

The corporal saw a sergeant shouting passionately and rushed in carrying a team machine. Soon, the sound of gunfire became rapid.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Fritz Klingenberg!" The corporal slapped his face and shouted to take a deep breath. In fact, he didn't know what he was shouting. He followed his comrades into the subway station.

The air inside was very turbid and had a tinge of heat.

Can smell gunpowder.

My eyes sting a bit.

Fritz Klingenberg was holding a submachine gun. As soon as he entered the subway station, a volley of bullets flew over his head. He was so scared that his scalp went numb. He hid in the corner, tilted his head and stared, and saw a drug dealer in the room on the second floor carrying a heavy machine gun and firing!
The firepower suppressed!

He looked left and right, crouched down, jumped off the track next to him, groped his way forward, and saw a small door next to him with the words: Maintenance personnel passage.

Fritz Klingenberg walked down and when he turned a corner, he came face to face with someone. Both of them opened their eyes wide and could see the panic in each other's eyes.

"Fuck!" Fritz Klingenberg rammed his head into the opponent's face. The helmet was very hard and it stunned the opponent. His feet were a little unsteady. He fired a volley of bullets at the opponent and killed him instantly!
Breathing is slightly rapid and anxious.

Fritz Klingenberg waded through ankle-deep water and climbed out from another exit, where he saw three or four drug dealers hiding behind a bunker. He suddenly jumped out, half-crouched, and pulled the trigger. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…

After all the bullets in the magazine are used up, jump off the track and crawl to the other side, climb up the stairs at the back, and throw a grenade first.

boom!
The heavy machine gun inside suddenly fell silent.

Fritz Klingenberg poked his head out secretly and saw several drug dealers lying on the ground, rolling over their wounds. His eyes lit up and he rushed up, shooting them one by one! He dragged the smoking heavy machine gun to the other side, regardless of whether he saw the drug dealers or not, and shot them first.

The released comrades of Company B rushed forward under the cover of machine guns!
The drug dealers in the underground station had no ability to resist at all. When the bunker-buster bomb exploded, those who were lucky enough not to be killed ran out in panic. Even if there was resistance, it was sporadic. Within a few minutes, Company B had defeated them.

When Fritz Klingenberg caught up from behind and was about to crawl out the exit, he saw out of the corner of his eye that several bodies under the track moved. He frowned, pulled the bolt of his rifle, and shouted loudly.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot..." A pale hand was raised, and one of the "corpses" sat up and looked at him in horror, "I'm not a drug dealer, I'm not a drug dealer."

"I'm a student, I'm a student!" The other party hurriedly took out an ID from his pocket and threw it over. Fritz Klingenberg looked at him vigilantly, squatted down to pick up the ID, turned his thumb and glanced at it quickly.

Natural Sciences, University of Guadalajara.

groove!
"The drug dealers intimidated and threatened us to join the army, otherwise... he would kill us!" the student said in fear, crying loudly, and looking at the corpses around him, he collapsed.

The University of Guadalajara was founded in 1792. It ranks second among the country's higher education institutions after the National Autonomous University of Mexico, with more than 30 students...

But it is certainly impossible for drug traffickers to arm all 30 people; they don't have that much ammunition.

"Stand up and take off your clothes. The reserve team behind you will come up and you are safe." Fritz Klingenberg tried to speak gently.

The other person fell to the ground, crying bitterly.

For a student, the battlefield is really too cruel!
November 11, 23 p.m.

After 6 hours of fighting, the drug dealer flag hanging above the city hall was kicked down and the flag of the Mexican government army was hung again!

The drug dealers were surrounded by layers of people and their living space became smaller and smaller. Finally, they were trapped in a place halfway up the mountain.

In the slums, they roared in despair. Some of them couldn't bear it anymore and stuffed the muzzle of the gun into their own mouths. Bang!
My head exploded.

Some people went completely crazy. They dragged the poor people out of the slums, made them kneel on the ground, and shouted at the Northern Army: "Let us go! Otherwise, we will shoot them to death!"

As he spoke, a gunshot was heard, and an old man in a ripped vest fell to the ground. His thin body was kicked away by the crazy drug dealer, and he started to cry softly.

No one mourns for the dead old man, maybe...

His family must be all dead, too.

"I'll count to three!!!"

The drug dealer grabbed a woman nearby by the clothes, lifted her up, and pointed the gun at her temple with a ferocious look on his face.

“Let us go!!!”

The battalion commander who besieged the drug dealers was a little angry. He had no choice but to leave the decision to the commander of the 3rd Marine Division: Alexievich Brusilov. The other party was a straightforward man and directly ordered to fire artillery to wipe out the area!

Pin these drug dealers to death in the slums!

"Commander, should we ask the governor's opinion?" The staff officer next to him asked with a trembling heart.

"If the general has to decide everything, then what do we need to do?" Alexievich Brusilov narrowed his eyes. He looked at the frightened staff officer, tore off a piece of paper and handed it to him, saying calmly, "As subordinates, we can't hand over difficult matters to our superiors. Let the people's abuse vent on me!"

"fire!"

"I'll take full responsibility afterwards!"

The drug dealers threatened the civilians and they compromised? This kind of thing should not be allowed to start, otherwise the war on drugs will not be fought in the future. For the sake of the overall situation, someone has to sacrifice.

The staff officer was startled and nodded vigorously, "Commander, I...I am willing to take responsibility as well."

Alexievich Brusilov smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Go and give the order, and..."

His expression was grim: "Tonight, kill all the drug dealers, and don't take any prisoners!!"

The other party saluted.

When the front-line troops received this order, the battalion commander asked several times if there was anything wrong.
After receiving a positive reply, the battalion commander took a deep breath, waved his hand, and signaled the artillery and tanks to be moved over, aiming their artillery fire at the slums halfway up the mountain!
The drug dealers above also realized something was wrong and they were panicking.

"Victor! Northern Army! We will not let you go even if we turn into ghosts!!!" the drug dealer shouted in fear and despair.

"put!"

Boom boom boom!
The slum was blasted straight into the sky...

The battalion commander had a grim expression on his face, "Tonight, kill all the drug dealers, and don't take any prisoners!!"

"Yes, sir!"

At the Guadalajara dock, thousands of drug traffickers tied with ropes were pressed over and looked at each other in horror.

"Jump down!" The captain in charge pointed at the river below and said expressionlessly.

"What!!"

"We surrender, we are prisoners, you should treat prisoners well!"

"Is the Northern Army going to go back on its word?!"

The captain didn't even raise his eyelids, he just raised his hand and swung it down with force. The heavy machine gun behind him sounded, and the prisoners fell to the ground in an instant.

Despair and screams were everywhere.

Because the drug dealers were tied up with ropes, many of their movements were inconvenient, but they all jumped into the river below in unison. If they stayed on the shore, they would die, but if they jumped down, they might survive!
The river was rushing fast, pushing these people downwards. Some tried to climb up, while others stayed in the water. For a moment, they were competing with each other for their lives.

There were also some corpses floating above, and the blood instantly dyed the entire river red.

"God will not forgive you devils!" A drug dealer cried out loudly, his voice sounding like a curse before death.

But the captain smiled calmly.

"If God took drugs, I would hang him."

"By the way, if you ever meet God, please tell him that my name is Reinhard Tristan Eugen!"

"Thank you."

The captain was like a gentleman. After he finished speaking, he bowed slightly to express his gratitude to the drug dealers.

"Throw all the bodies into the river to show those filthy drug dealers the barbarity of our Northern Army!"

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(End of this chapter)