Working as a police officer in Mexico

Carlos crouched at the side of the armored vehicle.

He calmly observed the surroundings.

The situation on the battlefield wasn't bad after all; the Guard Corps, being composed of elite soldiers, quickly established a counterattack position, relying on the convoy to strike back.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Carlos shouted as loud as he could, "Cover each other in turns, pass the message down."

If there were no communication tools on the battlefield, then they could only rely on shouting, and the officers nearby who heard his voice passed the message on.

Suddenly, Carlos's gaze sharpened as if he saw something.

He grabbed the handrail of a Humvee and jumped on, where a Type 75 105mm recoilless gun was lying across!

"Turn around! Turn around!" he yelled to an officer who climbed into the vehicle, gesturing for him to make a turn.

He quickly took a seat, adjusted the angle, aimed at a distance, and called for an officer to load the gun.

"Incendiary Bombs!"

The shell was chambered!

Fire!

Boom...

The Humvee moved back several dozen centimeters, the shell whistled toward its destination.

He had seen a figure just now, obviously hiding behind the trees.

Burn you [expletive]!

As the name suggests, Incendiary Bombs are professional arsonists, the patch of grass instantly caught fire, and with the wind blowing, the flames quickly spread.

Four drug traffickers were seen scrambling out of their hiding spots, frantically running, but they were quickly overtaken...

Trapped within a circle of fire.

They could vaguely see the drug traffickers inside, desperately struggling and screaming incessantly.

You hide, and I'll burn you to death!

Fire is actually very difficult to control.

Especially in dry and explosively flammable places.

The whole valley woods caught fire in an instant, a huge plume of smoke dispersed above, indiscriminately invading everybody's nostrils.

Carlos coughed violently, covering his nose, "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

All officers hurriedly got into their vehicles, and the lead armored vehicle cleared the way, ramming through the destroyed Humvees.

At that moment, on another mountaintop, the third brother of the Beltran Leyva, Carlos, saw this through binoculars and, unable to accept it, pounded the earth with his fist.

A person from CISEN next to him glanced over, clearly looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Doesn't that hurt?

Carlos Beltran Leyva's face twitched, he silently stuffed his hand into his pocket, unable to shout, saving face.

"We couldn't predict that Victor would send armored vehicles and Guard Corps to protect Cuauhtémoc, unless the military forces were mobilized to encircle him," the head of intelligence operations said.

Damn, they even have a 105mm recoilless cannon, which I've never even seen before!

Who can afford such luxury, equipping a hundred or so people with this kind of gear?

Do you have a phobia of insufficient firepower?

You'd dare to use incendiary bombs now, what about next time? High-explosive bombs? Aerosol Bombs?

The Mexican Army doesn't get paid as quickly as you replace your weapons and equipment.

"Then send the military!" Carlos Beltran Leyva interrupted him, "If we really can't manage, call in the air force to bomb them."

Does Mexico even have an air force?

Seems like all they have left are antiques.

The other looked at him with an expression reserved for fools. Why share the same name and surname? One is a drug trafficker, the other becomes president; he understood it was a matter of intelligence.

"I'll reconsult with the sir."

If Cuauhtémoc's identity blew up, the old guard in the party would surely come out to stop it, as many were personally promoted by his father.

If it goes public, everyone would be disgraced.

Carlos Beltran Leyva was furious, but what could he do against their greater mobility? If you can't beat them, run.

Damn it!

Can't you be more stubborn and fight to the death?

Are Victor's soldiers all so spineless?

Carlos pressed the walkie-talkie, left the jamming area, and it finally worked, "No rest after this; we go directly to Mexico City."

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

...

The walkie-talkie echoed with responses from each squad.

Carlos exhaled.

That was thrilling!

The drug traffickers and Carlos must be insane; they would surely be waiting ahead. They wouldn't stop until they killed Cuauhtémoc.

Cuauhtémoc is known as the "Drug Eradication Pioneer," having expressed his opinion of the drug traffickers on the public stage more than once. If you go back to taking office, wouldn't they be disgusted to death?

Meanwhile, Cuauhtémoc, sitting comfortably in the armored vehicle, hearing no gunfire outside and feeling the car moving, knew they had successfully "escaped." He let out a sigh of relief and leaned back.

But just then, an abrupt sound arose.

Cuauhtémoc sharply looked up to see the phone lying on the opposite seat, laughing at himself for being too jumpy.

He reached over, picked up the phone, and answered it, "Hello!"

...

"Director, we've got a connection!"

A secretary shouted, holding up a phone.

Anxious, Victor hurried over, "Hello, Carlos!"

"He's outside, Victor."

Victor was taken aback, "Cuauhtémoc? What's happening? Why couldn't any calls get through?"

The person on the other end quickly explained everything that had happened and then finished with a wry smile, "It seems Carlos doesn't want me to enter the city alive."

Victor's eyebrows were knitted together.

Jason Bourne glanced at the boss's expression and thought it looked like someone was about to get whacked.

"Actually, I think we can make a bigger scene," Cuauhtémoc suggested after a moment, "If a TV station broadcasts my return to Mexico City, even if Carlos and his men dare to make a move, they won't be able to do it openly, at most it would be an assassination."

Victor thought that made sense.

"I went to school with Jonathan Aragon from the Mexican News Group, and now I'm confident I can get his support."

"You know each other?"

Jonathan is the decision-maker at the Mexican News Group and the eldest son of the Aragon Family.

"We've known each other for over 30 years, we even shared a dorm room. He's been helping me in private, but he can't go against the situation. Carlos has more power than I do; he has a major drug trafficking group behind him, and Jonathan must look after his family."

Cuauhtémoc added, with a hint of divinity, "But now it's different. Carlos has been making mistake after mistake, and, moreover, Victor, now I have you. You are my voice, and Jonathan will see the situation clearly."

This sounded nauseatingly sycophantic.

"Any words must be backed by strength. We're not mere observers at the dinner table; we're participants. If Jonathan refuses to cooperate, you can send a threat, Victor. Right now, your name is bigger in Mexico than any drug trafficker's."

A military leader should act like one.

Victor thought his reasoning was sound.

Being brazen and arrogant? Who couldn't?

"I will make a televised speech from San Luis Potosi denouncing Carlos's actions, and announce the formation of a new party! Colluding with drug traffickers' Protection Umbrella is the greatest insult to me!"

"I hope you will join us."

Cuauhtémoc was walking the same old path as in his previous life; he broke with Carlos and indeed re-established a party, planning to use politics to clean up Mexico.

But he later discovered everything was new except the old problems of collusion with drug traffickers and corruption, which became even worse. He even encountered a drug lord in his own office.

The trafficker sat in his chair, mocking his "stupidity" and thinking he was just an inflexible fool.

Cuauhtémoc felt tired and eventually resigned, disappearing from the political stage.

"As long as you uphold the flag of fighting drug traffickers, I will always be there to help you, Cuauhtémoc!" Victor said with a grave look.

You fight drugs; we're friends.

You traffic drugs...

We can only be enemies. Victor didn't care about past friendships when it came to enemies.

Cuauhtémoc also caught the hint in his tone, fell silent for a moment, and then spoke seriously, "The children of the Cardenas have never been criminals!"

The son of the Aztec Eagle must also soar.

"Plateau Prison is under my control; the Jail Guards there can be armed. If necessary, I can direct them to storm the Official Residence. Within 24 hours, my troops will reach the city!"

Victor was pleased with his response and after a moment said in a deep voice.

The secretary nearby turned away quickly, with a complex look in her eyes.

The boss... doesn't care!

Loyalty!

He's fighting drugs; all rotten branches on the trunk must be chopped off to stand a chance, as drug penetration has reached the vitals of Mexico.

Politics isn't just dinner parties; it's life and death, and so is the fight against drugs.

No stepping back!

In the hall, everyone was silent, even the brazen head of the Mexico International News Department, Jason Bourne, was holding his breath.

The conversation between the two men was deciding the direction of an era.

Perhaps failure, perhaps success?

"There's no need for that, Victor," Cuauhtémoc said, his tone becoming more moderate as he was alarmed by Victor's audacity, "You're a policeman, I'm a politician. What we need is drug eradication, not rebellion. Drug eradication is our primary goal, and the public will stand with us."

"We should rally every force we can!"

"There are still many enlightened people in Mexico."

Victor thought for a moment, "Then I'll send more people to protect you."

This time, Cuauhtémoc didn't refuse; he agreed.

"Thank you, Victor."

"No, it's our common ideal we should thank!"

After hanging up the phone, Victor handed it back to the secretary. Seeing everyone looking at him as if they were survivors of a disaster, he smiled and said, "What's the matter? Are you afraid I'll act on impulse?"

The secretary shook her head quickly.

"If we fail, it's treason; if we succeed, it's a GM!" Jason Bourne suddenly interjected.

Victor was startled and looked at him, "I'm a policeman, and I stand for justice. Fighting drugs is justice."

"But if Carlos suddenly declares drug prohibition, would you support him, boss?"

Victor raised an eyebrow, "Of course not."

"In Mexico, only the name Victor stands for justice!"

Well then...

You've said it all.

Victor didn't want to get too involved in politics; he just wanted to fight drugs.

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