Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 410 Let the Bullets Fly for a While

War is not all about firepower!
sometimes…

Psychological warfare is also one of the most classic "reserved items".

During World War II, Germany distributed beautifully printed Christmas cards behind Allied lines. The cards featured a green Christmas tree, but under the tree lay the body of an Allied soldier, with the words "Ladies, whose husband is this?" written in German. These cards were broadcast to housewives in the rear, causing them to worry about their husbands' safety and thus develop a war-weariness sentiment.

There are also more straightforward ones.

For example, many drug dealers have fabricated stories about Victor being killed in a bomb somewhere, causing internal panic. However, with the increasing development of communications, the practicality of such tricks is decreasing...

Victor threw leaflets directly at the "enemy" position, straightforward, direct, and rough...

In normal times, the poor may not fight desperately, but in the specific situation of water and electricity cut off, if they don’t run, are they waiting to die?!

The poor are numb...

But I also want to live.

At night, it was pitch dark.

The old wooden door made a wailing sound, and then a few heads were seen poking out, looking around.

"Hurry! Come out quickly!" An elderly man shouted in a low and anxious voice. Behind him came out four adults and two children, a family of seven. They couldn't wait any longer and had to give it a try!
"Let's go from the old kindergarten. It's the fastest way out of the slums." said the old man, holding his granddaughter.

The family hurriedly walked along the alley...

But...

A beam of light shone over, very bright, and the old man's pupils shrank.

"Old man Mason, where are you going?!" A man jumped out of the car and walked to the front of the car. This man had triangular eyes and looked at people like a snake staring at them, which made people feel cold.

When they saw him, the old man and his family turned pale. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously, "Boss Gary, Boss Gary, spare me, spare me!"

This Gary is notorious in the neighborhood!

He is affiliated with 18th Street and is the leader of criminal activities such as smuggling, human trafficking, etc. in the area, commonly known as the flag-raiser.

The man walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, kicked the old man over, and stepped on his face, "Spare my life? Ha! You dare to run, you still want to live?"

He stepped hard, his cheekbones cracking...

The old man cried out in pain, begged, hugged his legs, and cried, "Please... please, kill me, and let my child and my grandson go..."

It's very sad to see an elderly man being so servile.

The family members behind him were all panicked and terrified, and they didn't know what to do. They could only hug each other and cry.

Gary looked at the old man on the ground and bent down fiercely. "You disobedient man, do you still think you can survive? Your granddaughter is so young, I will sell her to America, there are many people who like her there, and your daughter-in-law, I will let her be sold!"

“The one who has given birth to a child is Run.”

“Why...why don’t you give us a chance to live, why..." The old man was trembling all over.

Gary felt very happy when he saw the old man's desperate eyes. He raised his head and laughed, "The untouchables should have the consciousness of untouchables!"

“Why don’t you give us a chance to live!!!”

Suddenly, the old man let out a sharp roar, interrupting him directly. Gary was stunned, but then he became furious. However, before he could say anything, he saw the old man grabbed his feet, pulled him hard, and threw him directly to the ground.

I felt dizzy and dazed after the fall.

He took out a kitchen knife from his pocket and chopped it at Gary's neck!

puff!
The kitchen knife was stuck in the bone.

"Why? Why! Why are you so high and mighty?"

"Why do you want me dead with just one sentence!"

“Why are you forcing me!!”

The old man's eyes were red. He chopped his head into pieces with a kitchen knife and yelled to his family behind him, "Run! Run!"

He howled and rushed towards the car.

The son behind him was also stunned, but after coming to his senses, he grabbed his wife, children and mother and ran away...

The gangsters in the car were originally sitting there watching the fun. The passenger even had his feet on the panel, smoking a cigarette. But the sudden change startled them. Looking at the roaring old man rushing towards them, they panicked and frantically tried to grab their weapons.

By the time the gangster in the co-pilot's seat put his legs down, the bloody kitchen knife had already been chopped down, and the blade was full of resentment and dissatisfaction!
"Do not!!!"

With one cut, the head was gone.

The old man wanted to pull out his gun and chop the person in the back seat, but it was too late. He just stood there with the gun pointed at him and started shooting!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!…

The bullets riddled him.

The family members who were running away stopped, turned around, and let out sad cries.

The old man was spitting blood from his mouth, his vision was blurred, and he tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth. He used all his strength and yelled, "Run!!!"

Stopped abruptly.

The gangster, still in shock, looked at Gary's body on the ground with an expression of panic that he could not hide. He picked up the walkie-talkie in the car and started calling for support.

"Block 3 requesting support!"

"Block 2, fuck!! Those bastards are crazy, crazy!!"

The intercom received a call for help from other territories controlled by Block 18.

My little brother shuddered and his pupils shrank.

The old haunt, the Hanky ​​Pank bar.

The big guys have already reunited.

Discuss follow-up issues regarding the government forces dropping leaflets.

"We must strictly control the poor in each territory and not allow them to escape. Otherwise, our human bomb plan will be completely useless." Cristo of Los Aztecs, also known as Scarface, was a little anxious and said while slamming the table.

Really are…

He always bangs the table when doing anything.

"Victor is very good at psychological warfare. He is worthy of being a tough guy who fought his way down from the North." The fat man nicknamed "Hot Dog", the boss of Block 18, frowned and held a cigarette in his hand.

"I didn't ask you to praise him, hot dog. I asked you to find a way!"

The fat man glanced at them and said calmly, "What else can we do? As gangsters, we use violence to scare others, or force men to join the resistance team. If anyone runs away, we will kill him!"

Gangsters can't do any psychological construction.

Violent and barbaric!

When everyone heard the news, they looked at each other and nodded.

When Lagou saw the look of these people, he felt disdainful...

"Boss! Boss!"

Just then, someone shouted outside the door, the voice was very short.

Everyone looked over. The man had the 18th Street District emblem tattooed on his arm. Hot Dog stood up with a dark face, "What's wrong? Do you know how to be polite? Don't you know to call for help?"

The younger brother hurriedly smiled and bowed to the bosses, then ran in impatiently to whisper in Lagou's ear.

Then Cristo of Los Aztecs said sarcastically, "What are you hiding? Why can't you tell us? Or are you guys on 18th Street doing something behind our backs?"

Lagou glared at him fiercely and pointed at the younger brother, "Tell me, tell the bosses."

"Boss, the poor people in our neighborhood are rioting! Someone ran away and killed several of our brothers."

"What!" Lagou stared with a slightly panicked look on his face.

"It seems that 18th Street is not able to guard the poor. Some people dare to rebel. Tsk tsk tsk, you poor guy, do you want me to watch over you?" Crystal said with a smile, but the next second, he saw his younger brother running in breathlessly and anxiously.

"Boss, this is bad..."

The expressions of the gangster bosses in the room suddenly became interesting.

Everyone felt something was wrong...

Where do these poor people get the courage? !
They don’t understand...

Nonsense, the water and food you distribute every day are just so little, who can stand it?

Mexico City has been blocked inside and out. Even if the southern drug dealers and American gangs want to help on a large scale, they can't get in.

If the slum dwellers want to survive, they can only save themselves.

"kill!"

"If you find a whole family, kill them!"

The Hot Dogs in Block 18 were still ruthless and directly issued a kill order. Seeing this, other gangs followed suit.

"The untouchables must be killed! Kill them to scare them!"

...

Alex was running with his mother on his back, his sister behind him pulling at his clothes, and there were poor people all around him, all running outside in panic.

"Hold on tight, sister!"

Alex called back breathlessly.

"Put me down here and run with your sister." Mom said behind me.

“No!” Alex’s eyes were firm. The sweat on his forehead seeped into his eyes, causing him to blink. “I promised Dad that I… would definitely take care of you!”

Mom was crying on her back.

"Run, the gangsters are chasing us!" someone suddenly screamed.

Then I heard gunshots from behind...

Chug tug tug…

Thug, tug, tug, tug!

The bullets mowed down all the slow runners like cutting wheat.

The people behind were running around in panic.

Alex was careless and was knocked to the ground. He looked up and saw a man running away. He cursed and looked at the approaching gangsters. He gritted his teeth and helped his mother up.

"Don't worry about me, just run!"

"Alex! Take good care of your sister, you are the brother!"

"No, no, no, Mom, no, I won't leave, I want to stay with you." The younger sister cried and hugged her mother, and couldn't be pulled away.

Alex's face turned pale, but the next second, he stood in front of his family with his hands open.

That family...

Let’s die together.

buzz~
There was a sudden sound overhead, accompanied by a strong wind. He looked up in confusion and saw two helicopters swooping down towards him.

"Northern Army! Retreat! Retreat to deeper places!" The gangsters who were being chased all ran away.

They only have guns in their hands, how can they fight a helicopter?
Even if Arnold comes, he will be beaten into a paste.

Alex opened his eyes and watched people being lowered down from the helicopter. They were dressed in black, wearing masks and night vision goggles on their helmets.

It also says on the arm: SWWT!

SWAT Special Police Force!
They got off the helicopter and spread out in all directions. Alex saw three people walking in the darkness, but their shadows were very long under the light of the helicopter...

Alex still had his hands open.

"You are very brave. What's your name, kid?" the leading captain looked at him and asked.

"Alex!"

"Like a man."

"Are you...are you here to save us?"

"Of course!"

"Swarth Special Police Force, under orders from General Victor, rescue civilians!"

"Now that you are safe, we will escort you out."

Alex suddenly felt like crying...

He survived.

The other surviving poor people were crying for joy, and some were crying while hugging their killed family members on the ground.

SWWT escorted them out of the slums.

In fact, it is only about 600 meters away from the outside.

This is also the reason why we dare to fly at low altitude. If we go deeper, the environment there will be complicated and even if the gangsters do not have rocket launchers, the pilots will not dare to fly like this.

After they came out, there was a group of people waiting outside, including doctors and soldiers. They took these poor people in very orderly manner and provided them with hot water and food.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" A female nurse who looked only about 18.9 or asked Alex, smelling the fragrance in her nose. Alex hurriedly shook his head, his face flushed, "No...no."

"That's good. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable anywhere. Here, I'll give you some candy." The female nurse smiled and took out candy from her pocket and handed it to him. She also touched his head when she left.

Alex looked at the candy in his hand, stunned for a moment.

Own…

Have you ever eaten candy?
Oh, I have. They were an American couple. They came into the slums under the guidance of a guide. A woman with a backpack gave me a candy. It was very sweet.

That was the first time I ate candy.

He raised his head and stared at the nurse, and saw her moving among the wounded.

she…

It seems to be glowing.

The injured poor people were wailing with their lungs broken, while others were crying bitterly while holding water and food. They survived.

This made Alex's chest tighten.

Suddenly, a pair of hands touched his head.

"Do you feel pity?"

He raised his head, met his mother's eyes, and nodded vigorously and carefully, "They are pitiful."

Mom sighed softly.

"Alex, only those who have compassion are brave. You must always keep it. Even if you become strong in the future, you must not bully the weak. The real strong ones always dare to draw their swords against those who are stronger than them. They protect the civilians."

Alex nodded and pointed at the soldier, "Like them?"

Mom looked at the wounded who were being helped, and a lieutenant colonel carrying a civilian on his back running towards the operating room in the distance...

She was also a little confused.

She had never seen an army like this.

“Mom, they’re not like what the news and other people say…” my sister whispered, “They don’t seem like bad people.”

"You have to see with your own eyes. Only what you see is real. The gangs in the slums will not tell us about the government forces. They will only tell us about what is beneficial to them."

Alex stood up suddenly.

"I...I'll go help too. I'm fine now."

His mother looked at him, smiled, wiped her tears and nodded, "Go ahead, others helped us, we should also help them."

Alex nodded vigorously.

In life, it is important to be empathetic.

How you treat them will be felt by others.

The garrison headquarters on the southwest side of Constitution Square.

Guderian listened to the report.

"In the second half of the night, more people came out of the slums, about close to 3000 people, but there were constant gunshots inside, and many people must have been killed. Commander, I think we should go in now to rescue civilians!" Deputy Commander Douglas Haig rubbed his hands.

"No, if we go in at night, we will easily be ambushed. We are all new recruits and have no experience in night combat. It will be easy to suffer heavy losses." Another deputy division commander, Luigi Cadorna, spoke quickly.

This made the team leaders below nod in agreement.

They still know the current strength of their own troops.

Douglas Haig glared at him, his face full of indignation. He became increasingly displeased with this airborne deputy division commander, who had a rather radical personality.

"actually…"

Suddenly Luigi Cadorna took a deep breath and said, "There is another meaning."

Everyone looked at him, including the division commander Guderian.

"The gangsters' violent suppression will only make the poor people in the slums more dissatisfied. Maybe they will suppress it tonight, but in two days, when the water supply is completely cut off, more than just these few people will rise up in resistance."

"It's like a spring. Sometimes the tighter you compress it, the higher it jumps."

"Let the bullets fly for a while..."

Everyone here is smart and understands.

It is to use the lives of the poor to provoke their bottom line of resistance, and then it will be easier for them to stand up and resist.

Can…

This is also somewhat inhumane.

But it is safer.

Everyone looked at Guderian. The young commander still looked calm. "Let the Air Force distribute another 50 leaflets tomorrow, 70 the day after tomorrow, and 100 million the day after tomorrow..."

"On the fourth day, I will launch a general attack!!"

"The Chimahuacan slum was liberated in one fell swoop."

Four days of water outage...

Tsk tsk tsk…

If you do not eat or drink water for three days, you will feel obviously hungry, and then you may experience symptoms of hypoglycemia, such as dizziness, chest tightness, palpitations, fatigue, dehydration, sweating, weakness in hands and feet, etc.

These bastards are so trapped!
"Yes! Master!"

……

(End of this chapter)