Working as a police officer in Mexico

The next day.

In the small flower bed outside the security department of Tijuana.

Vic, dressed in formal attire, was being interviewed by the female journalist Belsaria Ramsfield, with both sitting opposite each other.

Today, the woman wore a cool, transparent dress, through which one could vaguely discern the color of the "bra" underneath, and she had her hair pinned up with a shark clip, exuding a desire-inducing aura with an air of control.

Vic maintained a calm expression, not even moving his eyeballs.

The camera was pointing their way.

"Director Vic, Sonora State has criticized your invasion of their territory and accused you of sending an assassin to kill Irwin Losano. What is your response?"

"This is a serious mistake. We are commissioned by the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency to sweep the drug traffickers in Sonora State, completely in accordance with rules and procedures. As for the killing of Irwin Losano..."

The corner of the cameraman's mouth twitched, signing your own death warrant, huh, that's some classic Vic humor.

Vic pondered for a moment, then dropped a surprise statement, "It's merely the most sincere form of expression from Mexicans longing for peace. I have the utmost respect for Ugo Santos, and I offer condolences to his family."

Ugo Santos was the very man who assassinated Irwin Losano in public.

These words caused Belsaria Ramsfield to slightly raise her eyebrows in interest, clearly aware that if these comments were to spread, they would cause quite an uproar.

It was much like pointing at a Polish person and saying, "Hey! Buddy, you should put a couple of German statues at your doorstep."

"Are you saying this is a manifestation of justice?"

"Of course! I encourage all the people oppressed by drug traffickers to bravely stand up and fight back. Don't be afraid, the 4 million people of Baja California will always support you. I also warn those who plan to help the drug traffickers and fight to the bitter end: evil can never overcome justice, justice will prevail!"

...

"Alright." Belsaria Ramsfield nodded to the cameraman and then stood up, extending her hand with a smile, "Thank you, Director Vic."

"It's only right."

"Can I ask you one more question, on a personal level?" Belsaria Ramsfield suddenly said.

Vic was taken aback but nodded politely.

"Do you think you are just?"

What a question. Casare furrowed his brows and slowed his pace.

"I am not."

Vic shook his head with a smile, "Because on the path of killing drug traffickers, I will employ even more inhumane violence. I don't want everyone to idolize me; I am just an ordinary Mexican."

Justice does not represent me!

I represent justice!

After hearing this, Belsaria Ramsfield nodded, uttered her thanks, declined the invitation to stay for a meal, and left with her crew.

"Boss, we've got new information from Ethan Hunt in Colombia," whispered Jason Bourne, handing him the main contents transcribed.

Vic glanced at it, his pupils contracting.

July 27, the new judicial building in Colombia, a "meeting" scheduled between big drug traffickers from Mexico, Colombia, and some from other countries?

"Is this information accurate?"

"Our department bribed a leader of the Cali Cartel, the accuracy isn't low."

Vic looked surprised at Jason Bourne, "The department found an informant so quickly?"

"They kidnapped the mistress of that leader and his three children."

No wonder...

There are only a few weaknesses in a person. If you "kidnap" someone's whole family, what else can they do but become an informant?

Vic nodded, squinting his eyes. A bold idea suddenly popped into his head. Should he exchange a missile and directly strike the meeting?

But after circling around in his mind, he discarded the thought teasingly, realizing such a joke was not allowed.

From Mexico to Colombia is 3696 kilometers. If you had such a missile, Uncle Sam next door would be the first one to panic.

After all, that range is enough to hit Washington from Mexico.

Even bombing with an aircraft isn't reliable. It's a symbol of a country's sovereignty, and could trigger a real conflict in North America.

Vic was just planning on a drug raid, not starting a war.

Drug raids could earn you a Nobel Peace Prize.

So that only left the option of an armed raid, and it would be best to collaborate with the DEA and take down all those bastards for good!

"Keep an eye on developments in Colombia, and it would be best to infiltrate some people in there."

Jason Bourne furrowed his brows, "Black Widow Blanco has a habit of finding lovers. Maybe we could have Ethan Hunt apply for the role."

Well, there you go!

Proposing to send the most handsome face from the Mexico International News Department as "bait"?

While they talked, Casare stood a few meters away, even preventing others from getting close.

He also refrained from listening, to avoid accidentally spouting secrets in his sleep. Not knowing secrets was the best way to keep them.

Vic glanced at Jason Bourne, "Did he offend you? And didn't the Drug Enforcement Administration declare Blanco's arrest back in 1984?"

"True, she was arrested in 1984, but the lawyers she hired for 20 million US dollars pointed out irregularities in DEA's apprehension procedure. They harassed them over this issue until she was released on bail in 1988. The very next day she fled back to Colombia."

Money talks.

Lawyers in the United States are indeed a profitable business, and Blanco could afford it. She conquered the Miami market for the Medellin Cartel, and the method of killing people from motorcycles, in pairs, was her brainchild. In two years, she killed a thousand people. It may not seem like much, but killing three people a day is horrifying.

With that accomplishment, she was able to take 80 million US dollars a month from Medellin in dividends. Hence, this rich woman had plenty of money, and, having offed three husbands already, she preferred lovers over more husbands.

"Ethan Hunt is the most handsome among us. We looked into Blanco's preferences and found she has a special liking for men who are just over 1.78 meters tall, with six-pack abs, especially those who are good kissers."

"You know about Ethan Hunt's kissing skills?" Vic asked with a somewhat strange look in his eyes upon hearing this comment.

Seems we need to set some rules for the Mexico International News Department: no researching colleagues' butts.

After asking the question, Victor felt it was inappropriate and coughed, "You guys are more familiar with the intelligence matters than me, tell Ethan Hunt to be cautious."

Jason Bourne nodded and turned to jog away, perhaps he couldn't wait to see Ethan Hunt play the pretty boy.

Once he left, Casare approached.

"Boss."

"Send another 500 members of the Mexican National Emergency Squad (EDN) to the front line; we need to extend our victory and not give the drug traffickers time to react."

"And... "

"It's time to launch the 'Nail Plan'!"

Casare's eyebrows twitched.

The "Nail Plan" was actually a "undermine from within" plan that Victor had privately assigned to Casare after taking Ensenada City.

In several locations in Sonora State, nails had been planted; these were people who had suffered or were suffering at the hands of drug traffickers.

Then they were provided with help so that, when necessary, these people...

Could stand up!

"Take Nogales City within three days!"

This was one of the three major cities in Sonora State, only 30 kilometers straight from the United States, and also one of the "Ten Major Drug Dens" in Mexico.

Oh, and Tijuana as well.

If we hold this place, follow-up support can be shipped in; there are simply too few police officers, so we can only gradually chip away at them.

Still not enough points to spend.

I must make a move on Colombia's new justice department, kill a group of people, and we'll definitely earn a big chunk of points.

...

Sonora State, a border city.

About 50 kilometers from the Corona River lies Obregon City, a key passageway from the north to the heartland, served by only one national highway. As everyone knows, Mexico's roads are truly terrible, with many places that are practically impassable.

In the Latin American region, those with milital capability independently develop weapons and equipment suited for "local conditions."

Holding Obregon City is like clenching a lifeline.

Here was also the well-equipped 442nd Infantry Battalion of the 64th Brigade of Sonora State, with more than 1,100 troops at full strength. A family member of Governor Irwin Losano was in charge.

Well-equipped does not mean highly capable in combat, but rather...

It is fully staffed!

Unlike other places, they don't play soldiers by day and drug traffickers by night. The Losano family pays them well enough to support their families.

It was a rainy night.

All lights were out, except the clinking of glasses and the sound of frivolous music could be seen and heard from the battalion commander's room.

Not far away, in the quarters of staff officer Alvarez, it was pitch dark, save for the rustle of breaths and shifting shadows under the moonlight.

"Gentlemen!"

"We are soldiers, and though a soldier's duty is to obey orders, I absolutely cannot resist Victor for the sake of drug traffickers!"

"This is infighting! We must not let this happen."

"I plan to defect; unnecessary bloodshed must not occur. Who is willing to follow me?" Alvarez spoke solemnly, "Resistance is the only way Mexico can survive!"

"Let's go! To reverse the chaos and return to the right path!!"

With a slide of the bolt, Alvarez and the 15 officers in the room all did the same. He was young, only 24 years old, a talented graduate of the Mexican Hero Military Academy with passion, but perhaps not enough power.

When Victor's "Nail Plan" reached him, he agreed promptly.

Resisting foreign invasion, fighting for national independence, pressing onward, and struggling valiantly!

This was also considered a youthful faction. After he became the staff officer of the 442nd Battalion, he gathered a group of new, uncorrupted officers, or rather those who hadn't been corrupted yet. They all had spirit.

They would take advantage of this rainy night!

To rectify the chaos.

Alvarez pushed the door open, and a spark known as "hope" shone in his eyes in the dark. He led his men into the rain with no turning back.

Swish swish swish...

Boots trod on the muddy road.

Looking at the brightly lit battalion commander's quarters, Alvarez took a deep breath, charged forward, and kicked in the door, revealing... a nauseating scene. Stay updated with empire

The higher-ups were engaged in debauchery, naked.

Startled by the noise, Battalion Commander Falcao Lozano looked up and saw it was the youthful officers he clashed with. Frowning and about to scold them, he saw Alvarez lift his submachine gun and open fire!

Without a word, efficiency was the main focus.

The women there were also from the drug trafficking group. Killing without discrimination!

The other officers following him opened fire as well.

Suddenly...

The place was riddled like a honeycomb.

Alvarez stepped forward, grabbed Falcao Lozano's head, and slashed it off, "Assembly all soldiers!"

"Tonight, we take Obregon City!"

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