Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 380 "In the Sea, We Execute God!"

"Ah?! Help, help!"

"Shark! Shark!!!"

The southern drug trafficker government soldiers struggling on the sea shouted in fear and swam towards the shore in a panic. The sharks under the water had already been irritated by the smell of blood in the sea water and their eyes were irritable.

A bull shark was waving its tail, and suddenly it saw a leg sliding not far in front of it, with its teeth bared. It rushed over, bit it, and dragged it directly into the sea.

"Ah!! Save me! Save me! Steve, save me..." The unlucky guy who was bitten waved his hands vigorously and shouted to his companion who was running in front of him. He could go in together with his companion for soliciting prostitution, but now he didn't even turn his head back.

"You're not going to be well..."

Before the word "die" was uttered, bubbles were gurgling.

These sharks are well fed.

Thanks to the Victor leader for sending the drugs...

But some materials.

A dozen soldiers climbed ashore and lay on the ground, gasping for breath, looking at the fighter jets in the sky with horror.

"Run! They come again!" A sergeant looked up into the air, shouted, and turned around to run.

I saw a warthog about 70 meters in the air, licking the ground unscrupulously and boldly!
The Vulcan cannon in the lower abdomen can be seen starting to make muffled sounds, buzzing.
Immediately afterwards, bullets fired at their rear ends.

The bullets of the Vulcan cannon are not thick, only about 20 mm. If they hit the body, it will at most make it more troublesome to collect the body. Mainly because it has six barrels. Do you want to run away?
Unless you are Gundam!

"Scatter and run!" But some people were not fools. The sergeant running in the front had a red face and shouted loudly. His feet were like a tornado, and they were so fast that they almost left an afterimage.

After hearing his words, the people behind him realized that they would die if they continued like this, and they ran to the sides in tacit understanding.

And the Warthog chased after the Sergeant.

"Fuck XXX! Why are you chasing me?!" He roared in despair, and then he suddenly became short of breath, his legs went weak, and he staggered to the ground. It was difficult for him to get up again.

The Vulcan cannon nailed it to the ground in an instant!
A piece here and a piece there...

The pilot of this Warthog obviously had obsessive-compulsive disorder. He waited until the opponent was killed before pulling the joystick and soaring into the sky.

At this time, the port was already engulfed in flames!

It was hard for the high-explosive bombs dropped by the bombing formation to miss their targets. The decks of two Fletcher-class destroyers and one Bronstein-class frigate were blown away, and the bridge also suffered heavy damage.

Fight back?

It’s good enough to be alive.

A Fletcher-class destroyer named "King Iturbide" finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to capsize with a wail. This warship named after the most brutal king of Mexico was the first to fall.

A whirlpool forms when it sinks.

The soldier who had just jumped down screamed, but he was so weak in front of nature that he was sucked down in an instant, without even a complete body left.

In the urban area four or five kilometers away from the port.

The military discipline of the Southern Army is still not good. His father is an American, can you imagine how good it can be?
6000 people, officers and non-commissioned officers, all went out to eat, drink, and engage in prostitution in groups, which actually boosted the local economy.

Brigade Commander Alex Phillips, a Mexican-American, was watching Japanese women dancing in a Japanese restaurant with several of his deputies.

"This geisha dance is really good!" He drank sake and clapped his hands, looking at the barefoot geisha in front of him with her legs split open, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Nothing on inside?!

He was immediately attracted to her. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the geisha's wrist, pulling her into his arms. She moaned softly, and Alex Phillips went straight up and touched her earrings, "You smell so good."

"Disgusting~"

Don’t say that geishas are not prostitutes, but eating cat poop coffee doesn’t mean they are eating poop, right?

Just as Alex Phillips was about to enter the tiger's den, what tiger? Of course it was a white tiger, there was a rapid knock on the door outside, and the door was almost broken.

The mama-san who was sitting near the door stood up hurriedly.

This mama-san still has some charm. Even though her breasts are sagging, they are still quite big. She is wearing a V-neck, which makes her look very sexy.

As soon as he opened the door, a lieutenant colonel ran in with a nervous look in his eyes.

"Brigade Commander! The port was bombed!!!" he shouted sharply!

thump~
The Japanese gigolo who was playing the geisha's zither broke a string in his hand. He stared, at a loss, and the geisha house suddenly became quiet.

It's just like…

Alex Phillips' eyes gradually widened, and then he pushed the prostitute away and rushed out screaming.

His mood...

When the Emperor was standing guard for MacArthur and the latter was flirting with his wife, he was in the same mood outside.

Alex Phillips ran out of the geisha house, and the other adjutants behind him hurriedly followed him. Some of them hurriedly and impatiently pulled up their trousers and ran outside.

On the street...

a mess!
Hundreds of people lined the streets, watching the Northern Army in the sky.

"Ah!! I'm screwed!" Alex Phillips' eyes turned red and he wanted to run back to the port, but was stopped by someone.

"My ship! My ship..."

Those were the only few warships of the Southern Navy, and they were all blown up.

Go back by yourself...

Won't he be shot?
"Brigade Commander, Brigade Commander, calm down!"

As these big men were pulling and tugging at each other, a Warthog in the distance saw them, drew a semicircle in the air, and rushed towards them.

Alex Phillips, who was originally pinned to the ground, let out a strange cry.

"Get up! The plane is coming, run!"

Well, this guy doesn’t really want to die.

If I don't show a little excitement, who would know that I am "heartbroken"?
When Kennedy died, the CIA lowered its flag to half-mast.

Warthogs and muzzles are the perfect cure for hypocrisy.

Alex Phillips ran faster than anyone else and was smart too, hiding inside the house. After the warthog fired a burst of bullets at him, it turned around and left.

"The Central Puppet Government Air Force was discovered."

The commander sitting on the F-111 fighter-bomber looked down and saw flames shooting up into the sky, as brilliant as the flames when the drunkard Chuichi Nagumo destroyed four aircraft carriers.

"retreat!"

The bombers retreated first, followed by the escorting fighters, who took advantage of the last bit of sunset glow to disappear over the sea level.

Brigade Commander Alex Phillips and others stumbled towards the port, where many soldiers were already surrounding it and some were also launching rescue operations.

He pushed aside the soldiers who were watching, and when they saw him, everyone had complicated expressions.

This…

It was just like when the Japanese devils saw Mutaguchi Ren'ya back then.

Looking at the port that was bombed into ruins, Alex Phillips staggered and stomped his feet hard.

"Beast! Beast! What a fucking beast!"

He sat down on the ground with one plop, and actually... was he beaten and crying?
The adjutant next to him was so stunned that he tapped his toes on the ground in embarrassment.

Nepotism is like this...

No ability at all.

...

"Huh huh huh~"

Mexico city.

Popovich was in a good mood, humming a little tune and trimming the flowers he grew with pruning shears.

I'm in a good mood lately.

Rommel, commander of the 4th Marine Division, was attacked and killed. He was the highest-ranking leader of the Northern Army killed in the anti-drug battlefield.

The United States even thought he was doing a good job and had people from the Pentagon contact him, intending to give him a loan by mortgaging his land.

"Brother, you did a great job pruning, really amazing." Aldous Wendel walked in with an apple in his hand. He was in a good mood, mainly because his eldest brother hadn't scolded him for a long time.

Especially after Rommel was killed, he was praised by his eldest brother. Although he might not be able to be in charge of the intelligence department anymore, he would definitely have a share in other lucrative positions.

"Being a person is like being a gardener. You have to be patient and suppress your impatience. If your hands shake, do you think you can do a good job?"

Aldous Wendell nodded vigorously. "Brother is right. Indeed, we must be patient and not impatient. Come, wipe the sweat off your face first, then eat an apple."

Popovich took the towel and wiped his forehead. He took the apple and took a bite. It was not bad.
The phone on the table rang suddenly and he picked it up.

Click~
Aldous Wendel was still biting an apple, his eyes fixed on his eldest brother, when he suddenly saw his expression froze and the smile on his face became very dry. He didn't know why he felt panicked.

"You mean the Confederate warships in San Fernando Harbor were attacked and sunk!!"

"Waste! They are all waste!!"

Aldous Wendel was so frightened that the apple in his hand dropped to the ground. He stared at his eldest brother in horror.

Popovich put the microphone back and threw the apple in his hand at him, "What's going on? Why is there an air raid? Is Rommel still alive? How do you do your intelligence work?!!"

Aldous Winder's heart trembled. He looked at the other party's livid face and the look in his eyes that seemed to want to eat him. He trembled and said, "Brother, brother, Rommel is dead. He must be dead. Yes, it must be revenge. A lieutenant general died in the Northern Bureau. They must want revenge. This shows that our attack has had a great impact on them. Victor feels embarrassed. He is just showing his rage."

When Popovich heard this "alternative explanation", he frowned and hesitated, but he also felt that it was correct.

"Brother, now is the time to send reinforcements from the south to Nuevo León. While the 4th Marine Division is hesitant, we must retake the ground and beat Victor until he is in pain. Only then can we negotiate peace with them."

"The South lost so many warships..."

"Don't we still have a batch of warships in our shipyard? We can compensate them all. We don't need them anyway. Is a problem that can be solved with money a problem?" Aldous Windell wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said directly.

"It's so easy for you to say that! Do you have a lot of money?!" Popovich snorted coldly.

Aldous chuckled and lowered his voice, "Brother, the Asian guy named Ye Zhenli who you asked me to contact last time, he opened a pharmaceutical company. He contacted two cargo ships to transport 3 tons of ephedrine, which have arrived. I gave Walter White $50 and he agreed to work for us. The stuff they produce is purer than the drug dealers in the South and Colombia!"

"Do you know how many times we can earn by shipping to Europe and the United States?" he said as he stretched out five fingers impatiently.

"Five times?"

"Hey, brother, why are you selling drugs at five times the price? How can the profit be that low? The cost of shipping to Italy is $100, and you can get $5000 by selling it to the Mafia. That's a 50-fold price difference!"

“We’re going to get rich!”

Aldous' eyes sparkled. "Medellin, Golden Triangle, we are the only ones left. I also plan to try to sell drugs online. It's Internet Week now, and more than 7000 people have contacted me, including gang members and individual retail investors. All of this is money. I have specially invited people from several American gangs to come and try it out in a couple of days. If you want the goods, you have to pay first."

"Give us time and we can buy all of Mexico!"

Popovich took a deep breath. They two were considered the direct descendants of the family, but he was trained to be a politician since he was young, while his younger brother was left to fend for himself because he was not good at studying, being a bad person, and having no ability. Who knew that he would go down the path of crime?

This is simply a genius!
Professional talents should be placed in full-time positions.

Popovich looked at him with shining eyes, which made Aldous itch all over. He smiled awkwardly, "Brother, what...what's wrong?"

"From now on, you will be responsible for the drug business. You don't have to worry about other things. All you have to do is ship the goods to the whole world and make money as quickly as possible!"

Aldous was extremely excited when he heard this. He pumped his fist and said, "Okay, I've wanted to do this for a long time. Big brother, just leave it to me!"

"Go call Mile over here. Let him be in charge of intelligence work from now on."

"it is good!"

Aldous nodded vigorously and left happily.

How can power be as satisfying as drug trafficking?
He wants to be the "drug godfather!"

Popovich sat in the presidential chair, took a deep breath, picked up the phone and called the person in charge of the southern government.

"Hello, Mr. Arturo DeSena, this is Popovich."

……

Central and South China are in cahoots with each other here.

On the "Archduke Victor" floating on the high seas.

In the central ballroom, more than four hundred tourists were separated, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, shivering!

These people are wearing gold and silver, and many of them are Mexican businessmen seeking external investment. Because of the domestic economic depression and the blockade led by the United States, many businesses have to be negotiated by themselves.

Of course there were some other tourists as well.

"Mr. Fukuda, another half an hour has passed!" a Japanese said to the team leader Shotaro Fukuda.

The latter looks like...

Prisoner of labor camp.

He has a short flat head, mop-shaped eyebrows, triangular eyes, and looks like he will kill anyone who gets close to him.

Shotaro Fukuda glanced at his watch and waved his hand.

Two Japanese rushed into the crowd and randomly grabbed a woman and dragged her out.

"Save me! Dad, save me!" The woman, who looked to be in her early twenties and very beautiful, screamed in fear. An elderly man nearby jumped out and reached out in panic to grab his beloved daughter, but was kicked in the chest.

"If you want to blame someone, blame Victor! That bastard is forcing the great Yamato nation. He is the murderer who killed you." Shotaro Fukuda put the gun to the back of the girl's head. The other party cried and sobbed.

"If the Northern Bureau doesn't cooperate, I will kill one person in half an hour!!"

Shotaro Fukuda didn't notice that there were two pairs of eyes watching him in the air-conditioning duct above his head.

One male and one female.

"Meng...Meng Bo, do you know these people?" a girl next to him asked in a low voice with an accent.

The man had long hair, sharp eyes, a big nose, and looked very stylish. He frowned and whispered, "The leader is called Fukuda Shotaro, a senior member of the Japanese National Essence Association. His father is a Japanese veteran, his grandfather is also a soldier, and he is a supporter of the Japanese emperor. He used to be a thug of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Do you remember the famous "National Police Agency Wide Area Important Designated Incident No. 114"? He is one of the "Phantom Thieves 21 Faces"! "

"Phantom Thief 21 Faces!!" the woman exclaimed.

This is so famous that every Japanese knows him. Later, the Kaito Kid in "Detective Conan" was led by him.

"Phantom Thief 21 Face is a group?"

"What else do you think? Who could poison Glico on a large scale? Kidnap Katsuhisa Ezaki? And then burn down the company's locker room? This is not something that one person can do." Meng Bo also looked solemn.

The woman nodded, and suddenly felt something moving on her butt. She said angrily, "Meng Bo, you can talk, but why are you touching my butt?"

"??? You're crazy, who touched your butt?"

The woman was startled, and she reached back and grabbed something furry. When she pulled it over, she saw a mouse jumping around.

Her eyes suddenly widened!
“Don’t…don’t scream…”

"Ah!! Rat!!!!"

A deafening voice screamed.

"There are people up there, shoot! Shoot!" the Japanese below shouted. Shotaro Fukuda raised his hand and fired a shot upwards, shouting.

"Run, Huixiang!" Meng Bo pulled the other person and ran back.

Fortunately, the road was cut off, otherwise, if it was longer, we would have been swept to death.

"Chase them, catch them!" Shotaro Fukuda shouted angrily. He looked at the woman kneeling on the ground and shot at her, but he had run out of bullets. "Baka!" He slapped the other person to the ground.

He doesn't seem to have a very good temper.

He looked at her with gloomy eyes, as if he could eat her.

Night fell over the sea.

There is some haze, the air is not very good, and the moon has hidden itself.

The sea surface was dark and looked gloomy. There was a sound coming from somewhere, as if creatures on the seabed were chirping.

I got goosebumps all over my body.

One kilometer away, three MIG-G-O8OO American speedboats floated on the water, with dozens of "frogmen" vaguely visible on them!

They were silent, wearing masks, and had armbands symbolizing "brave" engraved on their arms.

They belong to the Navy Boat Commando Team (SWWE)!

Always maintain a combat structure of 30 people.

When they were part of the original Coast Guard, they conducted sea raids against drug traffickers and provided firepower support for the ground army.

"In the sea, we execute God!"

"Victor bless you!"

"Down!"

Following the order of Commander John McClain, the frogmen carrying oxygen tanks, oxygen masks and weapons fell back into the sea.

In order to remain secret, they chose underwater infiltration operations!
After we get there, we will provide support to the Swat Special Police Force.

A few dozen people are like a drop in the ocean.

But it was also like a ghost, baring its fangs, and swimming towards the Archduke Victor.

Hold the booster and go!

……

(End of this chapter)