Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 412: Everything you eat and drink is money!
Shortly after the 5st and 179nd Battalions of the th Armored Regiment of the th Division stormed the Chimahuacan slums.

In the military camp in La Roma, 141 fully armed special forces soldiers from the Mexican Army's 372st Special Forces Brigade boarded six prepared CH-6 transport helicopters.

The twin propellers blow more sexy than the ladies in the red light district.

Two of them also carried heavy boxes containing NSV machine guns, which were used to build a defense line.

Under the watchful eyes of comrades in the barracks, six CH-6 transport helicopters flew towards the slums.

The huge roar attracted the attention of many people below.

"Oh my God! Max! Max!" On a bridge, a bearded father slapped his sleeping son awake, shook his shoulders vigorously, and pointed to the sky, "Look! There's a plane!"

The child raised his head with sleepy eyes and half-open mouth.

Dad held his head and counted for him, "One, two, three..."

Max looked at his father who was more excited than himself, lowered his head and responded perfunctorily.

On the bridge, all the drivers stopped, got out of their cars, exclaimed in surprise, and some even took out their cameras to take pictures of the scene.

This is rare.

A burly man took out his cell phone in panic and looked up at the direction of the helicopter group. "Hey! The government army has sent out 6 helicopters. They should be special forces. Where are they going? How do I know where they are going!"

"Hey Hey hey!"

The big man shouted twice, but the other end had already hung up. He cursed and got into the car, "Let's go."

"Where are you going, boss?"

"Run! Go to a satellite city outside the city first. Damn, Victor is serious."

what?
Do you think he is joking?

The tank regiment of the 3rd Marine Division has been pulled to the gate of the slum, and the guns have been stuffed into your mouths, and you are still talking, I bet you have no bullets in your gun?
John McTavish was wearing a skull mask, revealing his deep eyes full of murderous intent. He raised his hand and looked at his watch.

14: 37!

"Our mission is to occupy the 6th block, seize its "Goldlo Building", radiate around it, build a defense line, and wait for the ground forces to converge."

"According to the order of the headquarters, this operation will be broadcast live to the world!"

John McTavish paused and glanced at everyone. "This is the first time we are broadcasting a live battle. I only have one request."

"Kill every enemy you can see!"

"To shock potential enemies in front of the TV."

"Intimidate those enemies who refuse to surrender!"

“Please remember our slogan…”

"If you dare to go against me, you will die without a burial place!!"

The two lieutenants sitting inside the helicopter looked at each other and winked at each other.

Is this our slogan?
Forget it, it doesn’t matter. The boss can change the slogan at any time.

"Enter the combat zone, rappel in five minutes, and conduct a sweep and clearing of the area on 1.3.7." The pilot commander's order came through the headset.

"Roger that!"

John McTavish adjusted the channel and held down the headset. "Everyone, check your weapons!"

There were about three or four hundred gangsters coming from all directions below, and they were attacking the "Goldelo Building", a landmark of the 6th district. It was about 13 meters high, which was considered tall in the slums, and was occupied by the rebellious civilians.

They relied on the terrain to fight the gangsters.

But the bullets could not be replenished, and the defense line was soon broken through, and a fight began around the building.

"Ah!!!" A young boy with red eyes and a kitchen knife came out from the corner. Under the horrified gaze of a gangster, he chopped it down from the top, cutting it like cutting a watermelon, and red and white things splattered out.

Before he could even rejoice, a bullet came from behind and smashed him to pieces, and his body staggered and tumbled down the stairs.

More than 20 gangsters rushed into the room and beat the old and weak people inside to death without mercy.

Blood dripped down the cracks.

The gangsters who rushed up from below raised their heads and drank greedily.

This is also liquid!

I haven’t had water for a long time…I feel weak all over.

The three CH-3 transport helicopters that received the order broke away from the cluster and circled around. They circled to the front of the building. The pilot saw the tragic situation inside through the window and pressed the fire control!
20mm machine guns and 19-round 2.75-inch rocket pods were installed on both sides of the fuselage, and the machine guns fired at the gangsters inside.

Puff puff puff puff…

This firepower...

Those people wanted to find cover, but it was too late. They were beaten into a bloody mist, with broken limbs flying everywhere. Even the walls were beaten to a crisp, with glass and other things falling down...

The gangsters below opened fire at the helicopter hovering in the air.

The other two CH-47s used M-5 40mm automatic high-speed grenade launchers to attack crowded areas.

The explosion caused screams.

"Down, down, down!" John McTavish shouted.

"Victor bless you, man!" the pilot gave a thumbs up.

The former responded, took a deep breath, and quickly descended!
Two CH-47s were seen on the rooftop of the "Gordelaud Building", with the other four scattered around, taking advantage of the gaps to occupy cover.

"Quick, hit the government soldiers on the rope." The gang leader hiding in the back yelled loudly. They had no communication equipment, so they relied on their throats, but the sound was not transmitted very well, so that some people heard the gunshots and some were at a loss.

John McTavish held the gun in one hand, crouched, walked around a burned vehicle, and fired a burst of shots at the gangsters hiding behind the opposite building.

Tutu~
Chu Chu Chu!
It hit the neck and the muscle tissue was pulled out.

John McTavish waved his hand, and dozens of 141 members behind him, in groups of two, began to charge into the buildings near the "Goldlo Building". The special forces were about to occupy the advantageous space.

"blasting!"

He shouted, and a second lieutenant came over with a bomb and stuck it on the wall next to the window. The people next to him turned their heads quickly, and with a bang, a big hole was blown out.

I'll go.

Russian blasting method.

The two men jumped over and just in time saw the gangsters rushing out from the side after hearing the noise, and they raised their guns and started shooting.

"Clear."

John McTavish kicked the door open, threw a grenade inside, and then led his men in through the main entrance.

"Don't shoot, we surrender, we surrender!" The two gangsters who fell to the ground raised their hands and shouted in fluent Mexican, but what greeted them was a volley of bullets. Two bullets in the chest and one in the head, even Jesus could not save them.

This scene was conveyed through live broadcast.

The gangster's screams before his death and John McTavish's decisiveness were both shocking.

"OMG! OMG! So cool!" In a middle-class family in Texas, a white child shouted loudly, then jumped up and said to his brothers and sisters around him, "Did you see that? Bang, bang, bang, damn, it's really cool!"

"Don't you think it's cruel? Brother, they have already surrendered..." The younger sister was holding potato chips in her hand. When she saw the blood foam splashing, she found it hard to swallow and almost vomited. Looking at her brother jumping around, she couldn't help but speak.

"How can you women understand men's romance? Those gangsters deserve to die, as do the drug dealers. This is the 141st Special Forces, the most elite force in Mexico!"

"No, no, no, brother, it's not 141, I think it's the Navy Boat Commando Unit SWWE, their slogan is so cool, 'We suppress everything except God!'" The younger brother standing next to him shouted, expressing his point of view.

My sister curled her lips and said, "It turns out that all men are violent."

"We use violence to maintain stability!" the younger brother retorted.

The elder brother's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously. "Yes, protecting the weak, with gangsters holding people in the slums hostage, is there anything wrong with the 141 Special Forces protecting the people? I have decided that I will join them in the future. Brother, do you think I can join? I heard that they can beat ten people alone." As he spoke, he acted like a bodybuilder, showing off his muscles.

"Brother, we are Americans..." the younger brother said suddenly.

The room suddenly became quiet.

“It would be great if we could immigrate. Damn it, what’s so good about America? There are black gangs everywhere, the police are useless, and it’s not safe at all.” My brother complained, sitting dejectedly on the sofa, staring at the TV.

"All teams report to me."

"Teams 1 and 2 have entered the Goldlo Building and are exchanging fire!"

"Team Four occupies the wing building."

"Team 5 has secured the street corner."

John McTavish led his men to search a room and patted the lieutenant in front of him on the shoulder. The lieutenant touched the switch and pushed the door open. The latter's pupils shrank, and the gangster inside fired a shotgun and fired a lot of bullets!

The lieutenant reacted quickly. He rushed to the side and banged his head against the wall. It hurt a bit, but at least he was not dead.

"Don't come in! Otherwise I will beat him to death! Beat him to death!!!" The gangster inside was roaring, his eyes bloodshot, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at a pregnant woman, who was sitting on the ground, her legs were shaking, and she was crying.

John McTavish took a breath, his right eye trembling violently, and glanced at his comrade on the other side. They cooperated with each other tacitly. The other party took out a grenade and threw it directly in without pulling the safety.

The sound of the bullet hitting the floor and rolling naturally attracted the gangster's attention. When he looked over, John McTavish came out and shot decisively!
boom!
The bullet passed through the opponent's left eye and came out from the back of the head!
The other person's body collapsed to the ground.

"Protect the hostages and get them away..." John McTavish had just finished speaking when a voice from the command center suddenly came through his headset, "Be careful! The gangsters will use pregnant women as human bombs..."

? ? ? ? !

Before she finished her words, a ticking sound came from the pregnant woman's body, and then she exploded. The huge shock wave cracked the surrounding walls, and the shock wave rushed out of the glass at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Fortunately, the special forces members outside the door did not rush in, but the shock wave still knocked them unconscious.

This scene made many people watching the live broadcast exclaim.

Even Victor, who was in the National Palace, sat up straight with a serious expression when he saw this scene. "List the gangs in the slums on the UN Drug Enforcement Agency's terrorist list, distribute it to member states, and ask them to help eradicate them!"

Casare nodded vigorously, "Understood."

When Victor saw John McTavish get up, he breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and rubbed his swollen temples.

"It's like an old moss growing on the land of Mexico. Sometimes I really want to blow it up with a few thermobaric bombs!"

Casare's eyebrows twitched, and he was really scared when he heard this. What a joke! If you blow it up, it will be an act against humanity tomorrow.

"Boss, don't be impatient. We still have plenty of time."

Victor closed his eyes and nodded.

"Have you found out what Guderian was talking about last time, the Red Shoes Club?"

"According to the intelligence from Hydra, this is an elite club. Those who join must be either rich or noble. They only seek... immortality."

Victor laughed when he heard this, "They want to be a thousand-year-old turtle?"

"Maybe. The participants of this club range from the president to the Wall Street elites. They hold so-called parties regularly. They all wear red shoes, and those shoes are made of human leather..."

Victor's eyes snapped open.

Casare's face was also very unhappy. "They infiltrated Mexico to recruit people to join, and they were willing to give everyone a pair of shoes for this purpose. Guderian was the first to reach Mexico City, so he was also a target for recruitment."

"Are there people from within us joining as well?"

Casare looked at George Smiley, the widely acknowledged "Victor's killer" who shook his head and said calmly, "They don't dare. Many of them have reported to the Thirteenth Patriot. We followed the clues and destroyed a human trafficking agency in Tijuana, Hermosillo, and Durango, saving 277 children of various nationalities."

"Popovich is a member..."

"They also use their influence to provide intelligence and weapons to the central government."

Victor, “This is simply outrageous!”

But fortunately, the senior military officers were all "pulled" out by himself, and they were loyal. It was completely impossible to expect them to betray himself!

"There are really many cults and illegal organizations in the United States," Casare lamented.

"So for the sake of Mexico's domestic security, all non-governmental associations must register with the government, otherwise they will be considered cults and the local police will demand their closure!"

"Also, set up inspection teams to go to various states and cities to inspect land reform, basic welfare and other work. If anyone pretends to obey but actually disobeys during this period, they will be arrested on the spot!"

“Those with weak wills in the anti-drug team must be eliminated.”

“And we need to investigate corruption thoroughly…”

"We should take advantage of this period of rest and recuperation to deal with everything in a drastic manner. We can't let these people hold us back."

What Victor said was murderous. The government is currently unable to attack the southern drug dealers. Although it now has about 18 regular troops and 5 National Guard troops, several central states are still under martial law. To implement the policy, it has to rely on the army. Otherwise, the grassroots will definitely be occupied by drug dealers and criminals again.

Mexico is a land that breeds crime so fertile that you cannot let your guard down. If you do, someone will take risks.

The central and northern regions have a population of over 9000 million!
Managing so many people, and the entire South Korea has a population of only more than 5000 million, almost caused "Park Tae-gun" and "Jeon Young-joong" to step down. Mexico, which has a population three times larger than his, has even more serious problems.

It is easy to conquer a country, but difficult to keep it.

The priority now is to "crack down severely" to improve the credibility of the "Kwaukmote government" and its status in the hearts of the people. Otherwise, it will be in a precarious situation.

Victor will resolve the conflict with the United States in the second half of the year...

Mexico…

I really don't have the capital to keep pushing it on.

My family background is not as rich as others.

It’s not easy to be the head of the family!

(End of this chapter)