Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 421 Just wait for your beating!
1991 9 Month 14 Day.

There are still two days until Mexico's Independence Day. Propaganda slogans are hung on the trees and telephone poles on the streets, and of course, there are also busts of General Victor.

This day is to embody the people's bravery in resisting colonialism. Similarly, Victor also declared this day as: Anti-Drug Day!
Used to commemorate and mourn the fallen anti-drug fighters.

In order to show their determination, a group of death row drug dealers, a total of 44561 people, were brought out from the recovered state cities and shot at the same time.

This is a plan that will be announced directly to the public.

The Mexican national anthem is played every day. Similarly, ugly illegal buildings on the main roads are demolished and even cement roads are paved overnight.

Patrol military vehicles can be seen everywhere, occasionally stopping to question pedestrians.

"Peltz City Avenue" in the Fourth District is a typical middle-class community where people living there have decent jobs.

In a row house at 211.

The curtains were drawn all around, not allowing any sunlight to get in, and the dim light seemed a bit depressing.

Faintly, in the living room on the first floor, I saw two men and one woman assembling guns and organizing simple explosive devices.

"Boss, the bodies in there stink. Why don't we chop them up and flush them downstairs?" A white man who came down from upstairs asked with a frown, cigarette in his mouth.

"No, the noise of releasing water is too loud. It could easily cause problems. Wrap them with two more layers." The woman spoke in a rough and unpleasant voice.

The white man mumbled something but still responded.

"Now all we have to do is wait and avoid any possible accidents. Michael, have you got the tickets for the parade?" The woman raised her head and asked a fat man opposite her. The man looked ordinary and even had baby fat.

"Of course." The fat man smiled and waved his hand, "Stay in the middle of the parade. When the time comes, when the celebration is at its most lively, boom."

Michael made a fireworks gesture with his right hand, "Everyone sees God!"

As he was talking he laughed morbidly, and the saliva he was unable to swallow choked on his chest, causing him to cough violently and retch.

This group of people may seem harmless, but these four people are all affiliated with the Sri Lankan Tigers!
It was a resistance organization founded by Velupillai Prabhakaran, but later it gradually evolved into a terrorist organization and has a great influence in the world.

Especially in May 1991, they blew up India's former leader Rajiv Gandhi, using a woman who was offering flowers to carry out the explosion. Many people may not be familiar with this person. His mother was Indira Gandhi who was also assassinated, and his grandfather was Nehru.

Such people were killed, which shocked the world for a while.

When Velupillai Prabhakaran received the money from the Southern Drug Cartel, he sent a group of people into Mexico, all with fake identities. Some even flew to Hong Kong and then went to Malaysia to pretend to be tourists and enter Mexico.

Their goal was to kill several high-ranking government military officials, even if they couldn't kill Victor.

For fame.

Velupillai Prabhakaran’s ambition is distorted.

Since the world looks down on me, let the world listen to my voice.

The woman nodded in satisfaction and gave a few instructions. Suddenly, she heard an alarm at the door.

Everyone tensed up instantly and looked towards the door in unison. They had placed a small device in the yard that would trigger an alarm if someone came in.

Bang!
The next second, gunshots were heard and a hole was made in the door by a shotgun at close range.

"Don't move! Police!!" a shout came from outside.

Several members of the terrorist organization picked up the guns on the table and fought back. Fatty Michael picked up a Molotov cocktail, lit it, growled, ran four or five steps towards the door, and threw it in.

Boom~
A circle around the door suddenly exploded.

Two policemen rushed out screaming with flames all over their bodies, rolling on the ground. One of them took off his clothes and slapped him hard, but the fire seemed to stick to him...

"Fuck! The dog police are here. Hurry, retreat according to the plan. If it doesn't work, hijack the kindergarten a hundred meters away." After giving the order, the woman decisively led her people to evacuate.

Experienced criminals like them had already thought about what to do if they were discovered.
Then maximize the benefits and chaos!

Generally they would stay near schools, hospitals and government departments, and take them hostage if any problems arise.

I just can't understand why I was targeted by the police?
In order to prevent unexpected changes, they simply killed the owner of the house. After all, it was very abrupt to suddenly change the owner. He survived on the food in the villa and had no contact with the outside world.

After hearing the order, the others fought and retreated.

Outside, a "Wiesel" 1 airborne armored vehicle painted with the word "Police" smashed the wooden guardrail, and the muzzle of the machine gun was pointed at the window. The firepower operator in the cockpit controlled the launch!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!…

Crackling...

There were many holes on the table and the wall. Michael, the fat man who ran the slowest, was shot through the back of the neck and his head was completely blown off.

The sudden increase in firepower was too strong. The suppressed terrorist members could not raise their heads and could only shrink back like turtles. Taking advantage of this gap, the police outside rushed in.

It looked like there was no way to escape.

The woman held the bomb to her chest in despair, "Long live the jihad!!"

It exploded directly, with such force that it blew off the roof, and the broken chimney smashed into the building next door, almost sending a family who were watching the excitement inside into the sky.

The police chief who led the team twitched. "Chief, there is still one person alive."

His eyes lit up, "Quick, send him to the hospital and apply for medical intervention. Damn, he wants to die, I'll make him live a life worse than death!"

National Palace.

top layer.

Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the thick smoke rising in the distance with an expressionless face. But people who knew him could tell from his eyes that he was very angry!
"It's really like a shit stirrer."

Victor murmured, and after a pause, he added, "As disgusting as a drug dealer."

This kind of terrorist attack has a huge impact.

He seemed to have seen that many foreign media were celebrating and linking this kind of thing with "resistance to tyranny."

As long as Victor is unlucky, those SBs will be happy.

Boom boom boom!
"Come in."

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Casare and George Smiley walked in side by side. When they saw the boss standing by the window, they looked at each other, both with worried expressions.

"General, law enforcement agencies raided 32 intelligence bases, killed 77 people, captured 3 alive, and explosions occurred at 7 locations, causing about 100 casualties..."

"How many deaths? Don't even mention casualties!" Victor said unhappily, "Who told you to write such vague intelligence?"

George Smiley lowered his head, somewhat helpless. He scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. "More than 30 people died in total."

boom!
Victor kicked the table with a loud noise. Casare and George Smiley were both startled and looked at the boss with a gloomy face, not daring to speak loudly.

“Sri Lanka is a piece of crap, even terrorist organizations can’t handle it!”

"Contact their ambassador. We are going to help them deal with this organization."

George Smiley looked at Casare in embarrassment, and the latter stood up and said, "Boss, Sri Lanka does not have diplomatic relations with us."

"That's not what I want to hear!"

Victor waved his hand and said, "Just tell them that either they solve it or I help them solve it. Otherwise, any interests of Sri Lanka will be threatened in Mexico. We cannot guarantee the safety of their people in our country."

"We will send our own troops to wipe out the Tigers. What else can't we agree to? If he feels embarrassed, then he can go through the Narcotics Control Bureau channel and ask us for help."

Victor planned to kill a chicken to scare the monkey, so he decided to kill the Tigers first.

Otherwise, anyone would dare to challenge me.

These terrorist members really have shit all over their butts, they just fly around without even wearing pants.

Seeing what the boss said, Casare had no choice but to nod. He was already thinking about how to intimidate Sri Lanka.

Victor threw his cigarette into the ashtray and said, "Continue to strengthen the review of the celebration team. I only have one request, absolutely no accidents can happen."

"Yes!"

George Smiley stood up and shouted back.

"You go out first, Casare stays here." Victor said to the leader of the Thirteen Guardians.

George Smiley saluted and left. When he walked out of the office, he was covered in sweat and a little wet. He unbuttoned his skirt and cursed. Then he returned to the office and called all his men over.

"I made a promise in front of the general to ensure that Independence Day will go ahead. Everyone, cheer up. If anyone embarrasses me, I will make him lose his job."

And in the office.

Victor finally said, in a weary tone, "Mexico is becoming a paradise for criminals to test their courage and increase their reputation."

Casare did not comment.

"We need to strengthen our intelligence work, mobilize the power of the people, promulgate the latest version of the Espionage Rewards Act, and let everyone participate. Also, from today on, no one is allowed to carry controlled knives on the streets."

“What is a controlled knife?”

"A ten-centimeter-long knife."

This plan is simply torture in the Western world like Mexico.

But if you don't listen, I'll let you try the power of the "purple egg".

Freedom and control are not in conflict.

Mexico, with a population of 1.3 million...

That means there are 1.3 million potential criminals!

Control him and monitor him!

(End of this chapter)