Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor took a sip of water, "It\'s a pity we didn\'t bring back Ramon\'s body. If it had been hung on Guadalupe Island, it would have been a definite blow to the drug cartel!"

The police station\'s staff of just over 200 was simply not enough.

There are tens of thousands of people on your Guadalupe Island alone, and you have to respond even to trivial disturbances, right? Even with overtime pay, it\'s too much for anyone to handle.

And most importantly, with so few people, Uncle Victor felt very insecure.

If he had hundreds of people under his command, he would have just stormed in... forcefully.

It\'s not like he\'s short on money.

Drug traffickers have "sponsored" quite a bit, he\'s flush with cash.

Money\'s meant to be spent, right? Or else, can it breed more money?

While the two were chatting, a police officer scurried over, his expression anxious, "Boss, there\'s an emergency."

Victor raised an eyebrow to signal him to continue.

"Students from CETYS University in Mexico, after listening to your speech, beat a drug trafficker to death. They hope we can send someone to protect them as they go to the island."

"How many people?"

"Close to 150!"

Victor\'s eyes lit up. These were highly educated students - university students from the 80s were considered intellectuals with higher education no matter where they were. If they came to Guadalupe Island, then he could "establish" many things.

Including public schools, city hall, and other places that needed people.

"Get me the police station."

Casare quickly nodded, pulled out the phone he carried with him, dialed the police station. It rang twice before someone answered, and he quickly handed it to the boss.

"This is Victor, I command the EDM squad to head to Ensenada City…"

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Beep Beep Beep~

An urgent siren sounded throughout the police station.

Within about a minute, all members of the EDM team, fully armed, came down. Kennedy wasn\'t there, a Sergeant was in charge.

"Guys! Director Victor orders, rescue the university students trapped at CETYS University and protect them to the dock. At any time, at any place, under any conditions, they must be protected!"

"Please keep in mind our motto: Unity, Courage, Honor - Always loyal!!"

"The operation\'s codename: Dagger!"

"Move out!"

Over 70 members of the EDM boarded the prepared helicopters, while many colleagues at every window of the police station watched enviously.

And someone said, "Pues en la onda! (So cool!)"

What man can resist such gear?

Under the night sky, by the sea, the wild waves were boiling, and the setting sun was making its last desperate struggle, wishing for a bit more sunlight to cling to the sky.

A group of warriors boarded the helicopter, heading towards an unknown mission.

This sort of distinctive heroism was highly "aspirational".

And the rest of the police station wasn\'t idle either; they had to coordinate the boats leaving the harbor.

...

Jose Sanchez Chavez led his classmates in a panicked flight.

He was the student who stood on the dining table calling for resistance.

They were in trouble now!

The one they beat to death was the son of a minor leader of the Tijuana Cartel.

The gang of drug traffickers drove straight into the school, and it was useless even with teachers blocking the way; they shot and killed the other party directly!

It was a female teacher.

Jose Sanchez Chavez and his classmates ran, but there were too many people, and in the end, they were scattered. Many were caught up by the drug traffickers and shot dead on the spot.

"I… I can\'t run anymore!"

"Me neither, I can\'t keep up."

"Chavez, take… take the classmates and go."

The students who were weaker physically simply collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Get up! Get up!" Chavez tugged at them, and seeing the drug traffickers getting closer, he clenched his teeth, picked up a stick from the roadside, and stood in front of his classmates. "Don\'t worry, I will die before any of you!"

A true warrior always cherishes the lives of others.

Chavez gripped the stick tightly, shouting, "¡¡Hijos de puta! ¡Come, come to kill me!!! (You bastards! Come on, come kill me!)"

At that moment, he was the bravest warrior in Mexico.

Young men were ready to lay down their lives for their country at any moment.

Meanwhile, those fiendish figures in the official residences were making deals with the drug traffickers, bathed in the light of their lamps. They were betraying Mexico, laughing without restraint, dressed in garish colors, they were competing for attention.

Adult behavior may be impulsive, but patriotism should be too!

Drug traffickers raised their guns and shot at Chavez.

Bang bang bang…

Bullets pierced through his body, spattering blood everywhere.

His mother had hand-sewn that shirt, now riddled with bullet holes. It was cheap, worth only a few Quetzals, yet it was precious—it was the last piece of clothing his mother left him.

Mom…

Killed by drug traffickers.

Boom…

As Chavez\'s body fell, it seemed as if the land of Mexico itself sank. He lifted his head, his eyelids heavy, as if he could see the horizon. Back then, he was young, and his father, mother, and brother were all still there.

The entire family was happy.

So tired…

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In the next life, I won\'t come to Mexico again.

This place has no room for kinship, love, or friendship; they cherish hypocrisy and filth.

As Chavez closed his eyes, he seemed to see a helicopter flying low in the distance, and he heard his classmate kneeling beside him, crying and shaking his body.

"Mr. Victor… you really came!"

Then everything went dark. He died.

The drug traffickers who spotted the helicopter had long sensed trouble and attempted to flee, but the Mi-8 launched an AT-2 anti-tank missile directly at the group!

A small mushroom cloud rose, effectively vaporizing the traffickers.

A team of EDM members slid down from the helicopter, warily surveying their surroundings, signaling to the students to board the aircraft.

"Take Chavez, take him with you!" a classmate pleaded, tugging at the EDM officer\'s clothes, tears in their eyes. "He protected us."

The officer glanced at the Commander on the helicopter, who checked his watch, "Take him! Quick!"

They reluctantly moved Chavez\'s body onto the aircraft. Once it was full, it immediately departed, while the EDM squad followed their plan, seeking vehicles to infiltrate and locate other separated students.

Meanwhile, another SA.321Ja detected about forty students in the northwest corner of the city. Arriving just in time, they engaged the drug traffickers in a street firefight.

Hearing the gunfire, a window above the street unexpectedly opened, revealing a head—was someone really so foolishly curious to look out?

Sure enough, the next second, a stray bullet from the traffickers\' side struck him, and his body fell backward.

In Mexico, you\'re that curious?

You think they\'re setting off fireworks?

This is truly a self-inflicted death.

"Retreat! Helicopter fire support!"

As more and more traffickers appeared, the ground commander pressed his earpiece to issue the order; they had to go by land, as there was no time to board.

The machine gun beneath the nose of the SA.321Ja "Big Nose" opened fire.

The traffickers scrambled for cover.

Who does this? Calling for helicopter fire support?

"Gorila, blast them!" the ground commander ordered a team member carrying an RPG.

The man nodded, assisted by a spotter, quickly unloading the rocket launcher and hurriedly loading it.

Once the students and team members moved farther away, he took a kneeling position and fired an RPG directly at the corner where the traffickers hid.

Whoosh~

The rocket sliced through the air towards its target.

A drug trafficker who had just peeked out to look was suddenly wide-eyed.

His pupils constricted, reflecting the incoming rocket.

Before he could even shout, boom—

He and four or five traffickers alongside him were launched into the sky.

A severed leg flew up to a second-floor window, hanging from the ledge.

An "Unnamed" Special Forces unit had infiltrated the city, engaging in battle with the Tijuana Cartel. The news spread throughout Ensenada City in an instant; there was no need to rally—the traffickers armed themselves and slowly gathered together.

Their numbers soon exceeded a thousand.

Many carried machine guns and fired at the helicopters above; they couldn\'t fly low anymore, or they\'d surely be blown out of the sky.

Mainly for fear of the pilots being hit.

The Ensenada City police station closed its doors.

Yes, they went off duty right there!

Over a thousand people chased them to the harbor, aiming to trap them.

At that moment, a German TNC 45-class fast patrol boat was racing toward them!

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