Working as a police officer in Mexico

Everyone stood up, filled with righteous indignation, cursing Victor for being inhuman.

They all clamored to teach him a lesson.

But no one got up; they were glued to their chairs.

Leaning against the doorway, Francisco took a drag of his cigarette, watching coldly, and suddenly said, "So, shall we go to war? We have enough people right now to unleash a round of fire on Victor, but I have to tell you, we\'re running low on ammo."

The room instantly fell silent.

The drug traffickers instantly shut up, looking at each other.

"Francisco, do you think Victor keeps his word?" one of the traffickers asked, voicing his concern, "He won\'t wait for us to lay down our weapons and then eradicate us, will he?"

Francisco himself hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed, "He shouldn\'t be lawless to that extent, should he? It\'s a civilized society we\'re living in now!"

It was funny to hear a drug trafficker say something like that.

They had done their share of things usually only animals are capable of.

When Qiqi\'s (Camarena\'s) body was found, even the seasoned Mexican coroners threw up at the sight, and one of the reasons the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) was so angry was because the death was too gruesome.

Even decades later, the news media\'s sparse comments still conveyed that sense of despair!

"If he actually does something so cruel and inhumane, I\'m afraid no one in Mexico will tolerate him!" Francisco said, furrowing his brows. Discover hidden content at m,v l\'e-NovelBin.net

In truth, they didn\'t have any options left.

Everyone was already scared out of their wits.

They could only "pray" that Victor would maintain the basic "morality."

Francisco threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out in frustration, looking at the others, "Does anyone else have any objections?"

The drug traffickers looked at each other.

"Fine, that\'s settled then. I\'ll contact them."

Francisco didn\'t want to delay, as delays could cause complications. He picked up the bulky mobile phone from the table and called Casare.

When Casare heard that the drug traffickers had agreed, he gestured OK to Victor, his tone neutral, "Be at the dock by eight tomorrow. The boat has already been arranged. If you\'re not there, it\'s considered resistance!"

"Gentlemen, this is the last chance the police station is giving you. Please cherish it." He then hung up.

Listening to the dial tone, Francisco gestured to the others, "You heard that. Gentlemen, we\'ve come to this point; we don\'t have a choice anymore. God bless us!"

"God bless~"

The drug traffickers prayed in unison.

But they forgot, they should be praying for Victor to allow God to speak!

...

The white drug trafficker nicknamed Scorpion sat in the car, his eyes coldly watching the market in front of him, with a cigarette in his mouth.

He couldn\'t stand the thought of just leaving Guadalupe Island. Unlike the others, he was an outsider. He had finally gotten a foothold here, and now you\'re telling me to surrender?

There will always be those who would rather sacrifice their lives for money, status, and power.

Especially for desperados like drug traffickers, cutting off their livelihood is like killing their parents!

Some people have many parents, so it\'s no big deal to surrender.

But not Scorpion; he only cared about money!

Those cowardly idiots still want to surrender?

If we lose our territory and end up like cornered rats, what\'s the point of living when all the money\'s gone?

The crime syndicate he founded by himself didn\'t have many who were willing to fight for him anymore, just 8 left. The only ones who could stick with a madman were madmen themselves.

They planned to create chaos first, to make sure the cops didn\'t have it easy, and then play it by ear from there.

Scorpion chose the market as their target. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, and his minions inside the vehicle watched him. As he was about to throw away the cigarette butt, the long-standing cautious nature of a drug trafficker made him sense something was amiss.

Where are the people from the market?

"Retreat!" He yelled. Just then, he saw a cop emerge with an RPG, firing a rocket directly at their van!

The driver shifted into reverse and floored the gas pedal, but with the RPG-7\'s initial velocity of about 117 meters per second, could even a sports car outrun a rocket launcher?

Zzz~

A thick line of skid marks, the van executed a slick U-turn, but being too slick meant courting death.

Scorpion turned to look back, his eyes wide with terror, his body drenched in sweat, watching helplessly as the grenade drilled into the undercarriage, and a massive blast wave sent the van nearly two meters into the air.

When it landed, the rear was already engulfed in a fireball.

Two Humvees came by and went rat-tat-tat...

Scorpion really did die a grisly death.

Actually, it\'s not that Victor had some kind of prescient ability, but he knew too well what drug traffickers were like. He expected someone to make a rash move. To prevent what happened in the Morelos District from happening again, Victor reorganized functions and structures.

Kennedy Heisenberg\'s EDM was in charge of the firepower assault team.

The remaining EDM reserve unit was split into 140 patrol officers for regular patrols, a 15-member logistics transport team, and a 65-member rapid support team.

The equipment for the regular patrol unit wasn\'t weak either; they had 15 high-end Humvees (optional equipment: Browning M2HB 0.50-inch heavy machine guns), 1 TPz-1 armored personnel carrier, 1 "Storm" armored transport vehicle, and one SA.321Ja helicopter for air patrols.

Individual gear: Ingram Light Submachine Gun with 4 magazines, and a Colt M1911 Pistol.

Each group consisted of 15 individuals, one Police Sergeant (Policía Segundo), and 14 Police Auxiliary Staff without rank, equipped with two RPG-2s, two Remington M870P Shotguns, two M249 Machine Guns, with a U.S. military ammunition base of 6+1, meaning 210 bullets per person!

Was Victor really planning to establish his own reign?

He had almost drained all his points!

If Best\'s negotiations in Juarez go smoothly, he\'d still need to prepare goods for them, meaning he could only get points from drug traffickers.

No matter how you looked at it, it was certain death for Francisco and the others if they surrendered.

The reason Scorpion got targeted was that... Damn, which normal person stays in a van all the time?

When the van drove up to the entrance of the market, patrol team members spotted something fishy and decided to strike first. With firepower like that, it was a force to be reckoned with, comparable even to Los Angeles SWAT in the United States.

The regular patrol units introduced themselves to the outside as "Equipo táctico de auxiliares de policía" (Police Auxiliary Staff Tactical Team), abbreviated as ETAP!

After the van had been burning for a while, the leading Police Sergeant ordered the fire to be extinguished. After putting out the flames, and with the bodies inside charred, they reported the situation to the higher-ups.

Upon receiving the patrol officers\' message, Victor fell silent for a while.

"It seems the only way to get a drug trafficker to truly repent is to physically eliminate them."

Casare nodded, "A dead criminal can\'t harm anyone, and I\'ve already arranged for someone..."

Victor nodded, swiveled his chair, and looked out the window; the sky that had long been imprisoned by a hazy mist was finally showing a glimmer of dawn.

"The sky over Guadalupe Island should be brightening up!"

...