Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Francisco Franco!"

This name had the Spanish intelligence agency all EMO.

Who isn't scared?

You're enjoying hotpot and singing songs late at night, playing poker with a woman, then a bunch of guys just burst in and go rat-a-tat-tat at you, do you sleep with a bulletproof vest on?

Fear!

Being afraid!

Marsellino glanced at Four Eyes, "Weren't you the one who wanted to challenge him one-on-one? Go on in and see if you don't get turned into a sieve."

"You still have time to joke around!"

Four Eyes was like his underwear had been flipped over, not caring in the slightest that the other party was his superior, livid with humiliation.

Marsellino took a drag of his cigarette very calmly, tossed it into the trash can beside him, squinted his eyes, and while looking at the loudly singing officers, he thought of many things.

The last ones to hold military songs in such high regard were the Germans during World War II.

For example, taking a song from World War I and re-arranging it, that's the famous "Lili Marleen," a song with a mood somewhat similar to "When Will You Return," and there's also a movie with the same name.

Additionally, the air force also had songs like "Stuka Song" and "Bombing England."

In certain aspects, it enhanced the military's combat effectiveness.

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But you're an anti-drug force, and doing this really scares people, you know?

Thank goodness there aren't any Polish here.

Otherwise, they'd think they were being blitzkrieged again.

Following the elite EDM personnel were the Counter-Terrorism Mobile Unit (EDTV), led by Zolf Sherman, with 4 122 mm self-propelled howitzers with anti-aircraft machine guns on top. These battlefield bandits could provide fire support for the "Weasel 1" infantry fighting vehicle up front.

The tracks left clear marks as they pressed into the city's roads—the infrastructure was really poor.

Vroom vroom vroom~

Marsellino and the others heard the roar of engines from the sky, raised their heads, squinted their eyes, dodging the irritating sunlight.

They saw six Bell 212s flying over in formation with thunderous rumble.

"He's showing off his military power!" Four Eyes muttered beside him, frowning, "Damn it!"

Marsellino looked at him as if he were an idiot—who else would they show off to if not military power? With the air force and ground troops passing through Hermosillo, any resistance left inside was just like ants.

Are these the quality of Spanish intelligence personnel!

Switch sides! Switch sides!

Damn, I wonder if Victor has an intelligence department? And...if I can get 300 days of leave out of 250 days.

Actually, in Marsellino's view, Victor's methods and narcissism seemed more like a private from the 16th Battalion of the Balearic reserve infantry.

But...

Definitely not, he's a cop!

Marsellino had no sympathy for criminals, those who use drugs, traffic people, and disrupt peace were despicable.

If he could go to Spain and help combat the "ETA" in the Basque region, it would be even better.

If he had the chance, he would certainly lead the way.

Entering Sonora State capital Hermosillo.

Of extraordinary political significance!

It proved that the police had formally reclaimed the state.

The police occupied the "old three": the TV station, the city hall, and the barracks.

"Dear fellow citizens, residents of Hermosillo, the Mexican Anti-Narcotics Force will be conducting military governance of the city for a week, but it won't affect the lives of residents."

"Any residents who are struggling and have no food can go to the central square to receive supplies. Please also cooperate and actively report anyone involved in drug trafficking, the city hall will offer a reward of no less than 600 US dollars."

"We also solemnly warn drug traffickers who are hiding, surrender to the Anti-Drug Force! Otherwise, if we catch you..."

"Even Satan will pity the way you die!"

Zolf Sherman had a poker face, making him suitable as the spokesperson—with just one stern look, he looked TMD like a bandit.

The residents watching on TV were frightened nearly to tears.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Can't you talk without pointing at us?

We're scared.

An hour after the police took control of Hermosillo, a team of officers burst into a hospital.

"Officer, officer, this is a private hospital..."

A doctor hurriedly ran over with nurses to say.

"How private?" Leading the team was Captain Marcus Phoenix of the Mexican DEA Anti-Terrorism Squad, raising an eyebrow, "In Mexico, there's no private! Only government."

He yanked the doctor over, "Where is the Governor, Mr. Irwin Losano?"

"Our policy..."

Marcus Phoenix waved his hand impatiently, "Don't make me explode your glasses."

"Room 302!" The doctor quickly pointed to a hospital room.

"Thank you!"

He led the Anti-Terrorism Squad in, and three people sitting inside saw the police rushing in, a flash of fear in their eyes.

"Who are you, what do you want!"

"Irwin Losano is suspected of providing assistance to drug traffickers and being involved in the trafficking of people in Sonora State, this is the arrest warrant!" Marcus Phoenix produced a... blank sheet of paper?

"There's nothing on it at all! This is slander!" a young man said angrily.

Damn it, Casare, you're all about brownnosing, but couldn't you produce a real arrest warrant?

In fact, Irwin Losano really was "actively" involved in human trafficking!

In 1988, a local newspaper broke the story, even providing evidence, but that very evening the reporter and his family were killed.

Nobody dared to investigate the case.

If Victor wants to take you down, he always finds a reason—he's not one to kill innocents. If he says you, Irwin Losano, are guilty, then you're definitely guilty!