Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 415: If you don't want dignity, someone will do it for you! (7K)

"Ur ur ur~"

Baja California Norte, Mexicali.

Four or five cars with flashing sirens blaring broke the quiet of the street.

This "soul-stirring" sound was heard early in the morning, and many people stopped to watch. Two teenagers in shorts and slippers ran out of the alley, one of them had a toothbrush stuffed in his mouth, and his mouth was covered with foam.

"Ford Explorer!" One of the younger boys pointed at the leading police car and shouted, then listed the cars behind it, "Toyota Land Cruiser", "Hummer H2"...

The parents who caught up from behind were also looking at this scene in surprise.

"Strange, is there a major crime in Mexicali? Otherwise, why would they send "special police"?"

The police are also a type of armed force and a violent organization, especially in a place like Mexico. Public security will certainly not be improved all at once, but you can't use the army to do everything, so a "Special Police Unit" was set up within the police, abbreviated as SDU, because the badge is a person with a green face, fangs and big eyes, this is Tlaloc, a god in Aztec mythology.

The "Special Police Company" was formed by drawing two companies from the Swat Special Police Force, which was originally affiliated with the National Guard, and selecting 141 people who were eliminated from the 20st Special Battalion of the Army.

Generally speaking, no one will take action unless it is a big deal.

If they are also tricky...

Then send the military the coordinates.

After all, maintaining stability requires addresses, while counter-terrorism only requires coordinates.

The convoy drove to the gate of the largest church in Mexicali. The Ford Explorer made a dashing turn and parked itself in front of the gate. A man wearing a black police uniform and with a sinister look got out of the car.

Chief of the Mexicali Police Department: Wolf-Hai Otto Berninrich Hart Fritz Hermann von Helldorff!

The name is really long...

Nearly 20 fully armed special police officers wearing masks, holding MP5 submachine guns, and with grenades hanging from their waists got out of the car, along with two... pastors wearing glasses?
"Surround this place. Don't allow even a mosquito to fly over." Director Wolf waved his hand, and these people surrounded the Mexicali Cathedral.

He rubbed his gloves and walked into the church with his head held high. He just happened to see a cardinal who ran out in panic after hearing the noise. He was the head of the Baja California region, Juan Sandoval, the future pope candidate.

"Mr. Policeman, what are you doing?"

"Where's Jesus? Ask him to come out and sign. His place has been closed down for operating without a license." Wolfe took out a piece of paper from his arms and threw it to Juan Sandoval. "By order of the Mexican government, seal up the Mexicali Cathedral and expel the clergy from the country. They will take over this place from now on."

Juan Sandoval's mouth was twisted with anger. He looked at the two men in priest robes and scolded, "The Holy See did not send you here. I have not received any orders from the Vatican."

"We do not belong to the Vatican, we belong to the Holy Family Church in Mexico. From now on, the Mexican faith will belong to us." One of the men spoke in a gentle tone and adjusted his glasses with his hand.

"You want to set up a new Holy See? Impossible! Three billion believers around the world will not obey you, and even many countries will not recognize you. You are going against God's will." A priest standing behind the bishop shouted angrily.

It seems like a "Crusade".

"We also want everyone to be well, but your Pope obviously doesn't obey us, that's so boring, so let's go our separate ways, and live our own lives from now on. If you are unhappy, just hold it in, or else let your Jesus come down and talk to our boss."

Chief Wolfe waved his hand, and the people behind him rushed in to drive away the clergy. Of course the priests were unhappy, but they were not afraid of your resistance, they were just afraid that you would not resist!
The guys from the "Special Police Company" struck without mercy, knocking the man down with the butt of their rifles, and dragged him out like a dead dog.

Cardinal Juan Sandoval was also beaten up. If you are not decent, someone will give you respect.

When had he ever been treated like this?
He is a bishop!
The candidate for the future Pope, he can get whatever he wants in the European and American world, even human laws cannot judge him, when has he ever encountered such a thing? ! !

"God! Open your eyes and see that your believers are suffering. Please punish these people who do not…"

Juan Sandoval hadn't finished speaking when he saw Wolfe take the MP5 from the SWAT officer next to him, pull the bolt, and fire at him...

Dozens of bullets instantly turned the opponent into a dog.

The corpse fell down with a loud bang!

The church suddenly became quiet.

"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave. Chop him up and feed him to the dogs. And you, don't think I don't know what crimes you committed in Mexico, one by one. Where are you pretending to be?"

Chief Wolfe looked scary and waved his hand, "Take him away and beat him to death."

"Yes, sir!"

The burly men grabbed the priest and took him away. Finally, they became scared and cried loudly, with tears streaming down their cheeks like horse urine.

Wolfe lit a cigarette for himself, raised his head, glanced at the cross, and exhaled a mouthful of thick phlegm, spitting it accurately on Jesus' face.

He turned around, looked at the priests he had brought with him, and patted them on the shoulders.

"Times have changed. Tell Jesus to be more active in joining the party in the future. Otherwise, you won't be able to get promoted."

The two priests smiled flatteringly and sent each other away.

"Teacher, should we pray first or raise the national flag first?" a younger priest asked after hesitating.

"Praise Victor first."

...

The Mexicali Police Department incident is not an isolated case. A movement to expel Vatican priests has been launched in Mexico.

The bishop of Guadalajara refused to leave and led more than 20 clergymen to resist with weapons they got from nowhere. They also tried to call on the believers, and more than 50 believers resisted with them in the church.

Ok…

The local police department then requested military intervention.

Two 2S3 howitzers drove over and fired at the church.

He ascended to heaven on the spot.

There were more than 70 people, all of them were tough guys, and no one said a word.

This centuries-old church was reduced to ashes.

People are calling it: "The Guadalajara Church Bloodshed!"

But it also illustrates a problem from the side...

The Kwaukmote government’s control over the people is gradually increasing!

Mexicans still know how to distinguish between the big and small kings.

But this action completely angered the Vatican. In St. Peter's Square, the church rang the holy bell, which was originally rung to announce the appointment of a new pope, but it was rang now to gather believers.

Looking at the people who rushed to the square after hearing the news, there were not many but not few either, at least tens of thousands of people, including tourists.

This kind of cohesion only exists in Europe. If it happened in ancient China, it would be destroyed in a minute. After all, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was also caused by religion.

The pope, dressed in all white, walked to the balcony and spoke through a loud speaker.

“We pray for our brothers and sisters who were persecuted by Victor, may they rest in peace in the arms of the Lord!”

"We are also dissatisfied with the persecution of clergy. Victor and his government are an anti-human group. They are the living X-Teller!"

He spat all over it.

Victor, who was watching the scene in front of the TV, wanted to laugh.

"After all this talk, what's the result? I thought he was going to launch an intercontinental missile from the Vatican."

Casare laughed out loud, his chins trembling, "If the Vatican had missiles, the Italian government would become the German government."

"This cancer is simply disgusting. Don't we have evidence against their priest? Throw it out. I want to see who is the true believer of Satan."

"it is good."

"This kind of religion must be strictly controlled in the future, especially cults. Anyone who is not registered with the Religious Affairs Bureau will be targeted. We don't want a loose federal government. Only a unified centralized system can save Mexico!"

“Freedom does not mean no bottom line.”

Secularism and religion are in great conflict, especially in places like the Middle East. If you look at history, you can see that many countries that have secularized have eventually improved their national economies and conditions, but those religious forces are unhappy.

They tried every possible means to bring you back, but what happened in the end?

Return to feudalism!

Women can’t show their faces in public?

What era is this? Women can hold up half the sky!

Although Mexico has not reached that level, in Mexico, 88% of the population is Catholic, 5.2% is Protestant, and the rest of the population believes in other religions or has no faith.

Mexico has no state religion, but Catholicism is the main religious belief.

The clergy enjoyed special privileges.

It was possible before, but now that a new government has come to power, you are granted the right to be shot with a Gatling gun.

On the surface, he praises the Ukmod government, but in fact, Victor is in control behind the scenes...

Religious extremists are also very dangerous.

They must not be allowed to survive.

"The opposition is a bit loud, but it's generally within control," Casare said. Seeing Victor nod slightly, he immediately understood. He picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "The 16th is Mexico's Independence Day. Should we hold a ceremony?"

"What does the Intelligence Agency say?"

"They have assessed that the safety factor is low and it is very easy for danger to occur. Some people will take this opportunity to cause trouble, so they do not recommend holding the event."

"But Independence Day is one of Mexico's long-standing festivals. If we don't hold it, people will distrust our new government, which may damage our image."

"How many days left?" Victor walked to the window and asked with a cigarette in his hand.

"11 days."

"The situation is a bit serious, but it is enough. The national security level has been raised, the border has been temporarily closed, and all communities are required to match people and conduct return visits to the floating population. The army has been ordered to enter martial law, and two regiments of the 1st Marine Division have been mobilized to enter Mexico City. Imports and exports are controlled, and people in the main urban area are registered overnight."

“Those without proof of residence and identity will be driven out of the main city of Mexico.”

"Let Cuauhcmote invite ambassadors from various countries to Mexico. This is our first Independence Day event, and it must be outstanding."

"So, do you want a military parade?"

"Pull over the 32nd Missile Brigade, mobilize a regiment from Guderian's 5th Marine Division, and send the 1rd Air Force Squadron to fly over. That's enough."

A regiment has more than 4000 people.

Casare felt under a lot of pressure because there was too little time.

But he still complied.

Under the state machinery, any resistance will be crushed to pieces.

There is nothing that cannot be done, it’s just whether you want to do it or not.

After talking about some work matters, Casare suddenly said shyly, "Boss, it's my birthday tomorrow. Do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

Victor was startled, then raised his eyebrows, "You are 32 too, right?"

"Well, it's my 32nd birthday, and in the blink of an eye, half of my leg is in the coffin." Casare smiled innocently.

The two are two years apart in age, and the other's prison system is more advanced than Victor's.

"Then you have to consider your personal issues. It's just right to have a child and let him grow up with Caesar, so that he can contribute to Mexico in the future."

It was originally just a casual remark, but Casare hesitated and said, "I recently met a girl, and tomorrow... tomorrow she will come too. I want you to help me. If you don't agree, I will break up with her."

Victor was startled, then he laughed, patted his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up, "What does she do?"

"A star."

This…

Victor's face froze, but seeing his brother's hopeful eyes, he waved his hand, "Okay, men have to look for pretty ones, otherwise why are we working so hard? I'll come and see tomorrow."

Casare nodded vigorously, smiling, "Then Boss, I'll go to work first."

Victor smiled, and after watching the other party leave, he walked back to his desk, frowned and thought for a moment, then pressed the red phone, "Ask George Smiley to see me."

Within two minutes, the chief of "Thirteen Guardians" knocked on the door and came in.

"General."

"Casare knows a woman. Have you checked?" Victor asked directly.

George Smiley was stunned. "We checked. Hailier Alves is French, 19 years old, and a Victoria's Secret supermodel. We checked her background and it's clean. She graduated from the French Haute Couture School. She has a younger brother and a father. Her mother died of illness seven years ago. Our people compared their DNA and they are indeed relatives."

"Her father is a vehicle engineer."

"My younger brother is a sophomore in high school."

"They have 17 collateral relatives, namely..." George Smiley was able to become the chief of the "Thirteen Guardians" because he had a very good memory. When the boss asked, he told him everything.

“We put her file first.”

Victor nodded slowly when he heard this. After sitting in this position, he was always a little suspicious. He would be nervous if a stranger suddenly appeared around him.

In fact, this is something that everyone has. When the loving father met Ruan Shenggong, the latter hoped that he could provide help, but the loving father refused. When Ruan Shenggong left, he asked him for an autograph, like a little fan asking for his idol.

But as soon as Ruan Shenggong left, his father asked Beria to find someone to steal it back, for fear that the other party would use his signature to do something.

When you get to this point, even if you take a shit, there will be people rushing to grab it.

"Casare is really amazing. He is 32 years old and he is looking for a 19-year-old, a young model. Wow... He is an old cow eating young grass." Victor said with a smile.

George Smiley just smiled.

The general was teasing his brother, and he couldn't get involved.

"Please prepare a gift for me. It's his birthday tomorrow. Be generous."

"it is good."

"How's the A-Ming that was entrusted to you doing?"

"The News Department has already sent someone over, and we should have news soon." Speaking of this, George Smiley was also very curious. How did the general know that the "murderer" was in Jeddah?

Could it be that he has some secret intelligence channels that he is not aware of?
The general doesn't even trust himself, does he? No, no, no, that shouldn't be the case. Don't scare yourself.

"Okay, go ahead and do your work. By the way, keep an eye on that French woman."

After George Smiley left.

Victor looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

Chimahuacan slums.

Since the 6th block was occupied, Guderian ordered his troops to suspend the offensive.

Just block several gates like this.

Troops were also dispatched to patrol the periphery, and only outbound traffic was allowed.

Three days, five days, seven days...

All the water in the stinking ditch was drunk up.

The mice were running around anxiously, and their fur had lost its luster.

Someone was walking and then fell to the ground and twitched, and soon he died.

Finally someone couldn't bear it anymore.

Block 9, Block 11, Block 12, Block 14…

On the seventh day, more than 20 blocks surrendered.

The gangsters were kneeling on the ground, powerless and swollen all over, and when the 5th Division came in, they encountered no resistance.

In a war, cutting off your water supply is a cruel move enough.

You can fight hand-to-hand without bullets, but without water, it will be difficult for you to walk.

How many people die in the Mexican desert every year?

People are powerful and weak.

The garrison headquarters on the southwest side of Constitution Square.

The atmosphere is quite relaxed.

Everyone felt that victory was within their grasp, and the old moss of Chimahuakan would soon be removed by "Dakning".

Deng Deng~
Deputy Division Commander Luigi Cadorna ran to Guderian's office with a document and a serious expression, but he still knew to knock on the door. After someone inside called out, he pushed the door open and saw Deputy Division Commander Douglas Haig sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his hand. When he saw him, he snorted twice.

The relationship between the two people is not very good.

Douglas Haig believed that the other side was coming to seize power, and he was rather stubborn in his thinking and unwilling to accept new ideas about war. He always believed that: The brave will win when two meet on a narrow road!

That's fine...

But now the times have changed. The lessons of the Gulf War tell the world that the pattern of war has become more treacherous. You may meet your enemy on a narrow road, but the enemy is in the sky and can kill you with just one shell.

Luigi Cadorna was more flexible and his plans were adopted by Guderian several times, which made Douglas think that the other party was trying to steal his limelight.

The two people's personalities don't match.

"Luigi, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Guderian asked calmly and even forced a smile.

"General, the weather bureau reports that a large area of ​​stratocumulus clouds are drifting towards Mexico City. They will arrive in about nine hours. Thunderstorms or heavy rain are coming."

!!!

Guderian's expression suddenly became serious. He stood up and took the document, his face suddenly becoming gloomy.

There are no fools here...

If there is a heavy rainstorm, it means that the slums will have water resources, and the water cut-off method will fail. And those communities that originally surrendered may also experience fluctuations because they have not yet completely transferred their population.

After all, although life in the slums is a bit hard, it is free and easy.

Many people have mental problems and they don’t want to be bound by these so-called “rules”.

"There's news from the National Palace that an Independence Day celebration will be held in 11 days. We need to mobilize a regiment, and we may also have to maintain stability at that time. We don't have much time left, so I propose that we launch a general offensive!"

Luigi Cadorna's face was solemn. "We must completely capture Chimahuacan within nine hours. Once the troops move in, we will kill anyone who refuses to obey! Even if it rains later, we still have the initiative."

"I suggest asking for support from above. Don't we still have two regiments from the 3rd Division? Bring them all over."

Guderian groaned, "I command!"

Douglas Haig, who was sitting, also stood up.

"All troops, attack! I will ask the general for support."

"Before the rains come, lay down Chimahuacan."

“Take this as a gift for Mexico’s Independence Day!”

"Yes!"

The two deputy division commanders shouted in unison.

Soon, combat orders were issued to each regiment.

"Captain, Captain."

Otto Moritz Walter Model, the commander of the 179th Regiment, who was dozing in the armored car, was woken up by his adjutant. "The division headquarters ordered us to continue the attack, to storm the Aryan Brotherhood's territory, to take it down in one fell swoop, and to surround the Chimahuacan Elevator Tower within three hours."

"Are you in such a hurry? What happened?" Otto was still a little dazed, but he quickly opened his eyes and asked after hearing the order.

"I heard it's going to rain."

"TMD!"

Otto cursed and got off the armored vehicle. "Signalman, tell all units to get ready. In ten minutes, the first and second battalions will attack from the southwest, the third battalion from the south, and the fourth battalion from the west."

"If you encounter resistance, you are allowed to use RO-A type air-to-air explosive bombs."

The entire 179th Regiment became busy in an instant.

The new recruits who had already fought several battles also became decisive. Holding compressed biscuits in their mouths, they obeyed the orders of their superiors and continued to attack with their weapons.

The 179th Regiment was privately called the "Demolition Brigade". They basically blew up any building they came across, and their methods were very ruthless.

More than 3 people from the 900rd Battalion dispersed and advanced forward in battle formation.

When a 10-man combat squad was walking along a small alley less than 2 meters wide, a Molotov cocktail flew out from the upper window, hit the helmet of one of the soldiers, and instantly exploded!
The flames devoured the man in an instant.

The soldier screamed and howled and rolled on the ground, and his comrades beside him did not dare to move.

"Calm down! Calm down! Alex, use the isolation blanket!" the veteran in charge shouted, and a new recruit next to him reacted, pulled out a dirty blanket from his bag, and covered the other person with it directly.

"Drag him away!"

The squad leader saw a hand sticking out from the window, and a burst of bullets shot through the arm, and a howl of agony was heard in the house.

"Team one, follow me." He shouted, smashed the window downstairs with his elbow, and nimbly flipped over. The four soldiers behind him followed and slowly searched upstairs.

Anyone who has died in street fighting knows that there are a lot of old six.

Experienced veterans use grenades to clear the way.

The squad leader pulled out a incendiary bomb and threw it up like a urinal, and it hit the corner and bounced.

boom!
The flames were ignited in an instant.

"what!!!"

"what!!!!"

Two firemen rushed out screaming, as if to see who had the loudest voice, but they were quickly shot dead by the people below.

They went upstairs over the corpses and searched door by door.

Soon they reached the third floor. The dull sound of footsteps and military boots on the ground was unbearable for the gangsters in the house, and they collapsed.

A man with a broken hand rushed out with a loud shout, "Bastard..."

Chug tug tug…

The body fell to the ground, staring without finishing the words.

The squad leader led his men into the inner room, and suddenly he felt numb all over, his scalp trembling, and he tilted his head subconsciously.

boom!
A recruit behind him had half his head blown off.

"Sniper! Hide, hide!"

He leaned against the corner of the window, made a gesture of silence to his hiding comrades, took out a round mirror from his arms, and carefully probed.

boom!
With a gunshot, the inertia of the bullet carried the mirror far away.

My hands were numb from the shock.

"Bazooka!"

The squad leader hooked his finger at one of them, and the other person took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and ran over from the other side.

boom!
boom!
boom!
He fired three times, but none of the bullets hit the target.

"Victor bless you, Victor bless you!" The new recruit carrying a rocket launcher felt his adrenaline surge and waved his fist.

The squad leader took the rocket launcher from behind him and stuffed it with a fuel-air explosive bomb.

"You draw the fire for me."

"Ah? Me?" The rocket launcher who ran over pointed at himself with a look of surprise.

But soon his expression became serious and he saluted.

He took off his helmet, looked at the squad leader, and threw it upwards with force. He jumped out like a cheetah, stood by the window, and waved his hands vigorously, "Bastards! Look here!!!"

boom!
The helmet was shot off, and just as the sniper turned his gun to kill him, he saw the squad leader standing up, carrying a rocket launcher.

"OMG!!!" The sniper's pupils shrank.

"Bye-Bye."

The squad leader pulled the trigger, whoosh!
The shells whizzed past.

The rocket launcher actually doesn't take up any space in the organization. Just ask anyone to carry it and throw it away after you're done. You don't even need to aim. Just fire it and the rest depends on fate. What it means is, whatever fate decides will cut the opponent into pieces.

Otherwise why does everyone have one rabbit?
Simple, convenient, durable, practical and cheap.

boom! !

A huge amount of energy spurted out from the house opposite, like flowers scattering from the sky, and half of the wall was blown away.

The people inside should be gone too.

The squad leader threw away the rocket launcher, picked up the gun, looked deeply at the opposite side, turned around and looked at his comrade who was killed by a sniper's headshot, half squatted down, and tore off his dog tags.

It says:

Name: Andrea Lillard
Unit: Private of Santa Catarina Recruit Replacement Battalion. (Has not been replaced yet).

Blood type: type A

Date of enlistment: April 1991!
Home address: 17, Monteverde, La Purisima, Baja California Sur.

The squad leader held the dog tag in his hand and said, "Rest in peace, brother."

"Pack the body bag and write down his address. I will send him home after the war."

The recruits behind him were all silent.

War is so cruel...

Those who were alive a minute ago are now dead.

"go!"

"Let's keep moving forward!"

"Kill all these bastards!"

"Victory to Mexico! Peace to Mexico!!"

The 5th Division was basically advancing, and the troops outside were playing "Mexicans, Respond to the Call to Arms" on loudspeakers, which is the national anthem.

Mexicans, answer the call to war,
Prepare your swords and horses, and go to the battlefield.

As long as our cannons roar,

The heart of the earth is trembling!
……

The national anthem is like a BUFF, instantly making the young soldiers' blood boil.

With the officers shouting "Comrade", they charged forward.

1991年9月6日晚上21时37分。

The Chimahuacan slums and 31 neighborhoods have been liberated!

2 hours earlier than scheduled.

……

(End of this chapter)