Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 684 - 394: The Poisonous Dog Must Die!!!_2

Ye Jihuan glanced around the room, saw the old woman collapsed on the floor, touched her, then shook his head, "These drug addicts are truly beyond redemption!"

"Pass down my orders, search thoroughly. Any household with drugs today, I want all of them taken out!"

"Brother Huan, isn't this... too extensive?"

"What's there to fear? The big boss above will take the fall for you, the military tribunal will seek him out, not us."

Zhang Ziqiang thought for a moment, nodded, and said in Mandarin, "That's also true, that guy isn't afraid of having more lice either."

"Don't talk nonsense, we're currently relying on him to eat. We need to speak well of him."

"Alright! Next house, we'll finish off these vermin today!"

"But what about this old lady?" Zhang Ziqiang hurriedly asked.

Ye Jihuan sighed, "Let the Reserves come to collect the body, then have it cremated at the crematorium."

Usually, there's no time to identify whether the dead are innocent victims or drug traffickers; once burned, shoveled directly into the ground.

It even helps to increase the fertility of the land.

Don't blame Victor; it's just the way things are these days.

If there's anyone to blame, it's those drug traffickers who, when faced with our forces, not only refuse to surrender but also dare to fight back!

...

The night was deep.

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The stars in the sky were rare to see.

On the 315 national highway in Tamaulipas, many car headlights could be seen!

Casting light far into the distance.

The sound of vehicle engines and rolling over the road was very loud, you could see a line of troop transport vehicles, pick-up trucks towing artillery, as well as numerous armored personnel carriers!

Clearly, it's an army!

"Szzz~"

Some dozy drivers suddenly heard the radio blare, startling them, they slapped their faces.

"Division command, rest at 10 kilometers ahead!"

Sitting in the co-driver's seat, Colonel Sigismund William Lister picked up the intercom, "355th Regiment received."

"337th Regiment received!"

"338th Regiment received!"

...

Colonel Sigismund William Lister yawned, pulled out a cigarette from his upper pocket, passed it over, "Have one, wake up. You heard?"

"Yes, Colonel."

The driver quickly took it, looking for his lighter, which was promptly handed over, he quickly leaned over to light it.

"Colonel, we haven't encountered any resistant armed forces along the way."

"What? You want to fight a war? Isn't it nice to fight wars that make the enemies flee at the mere sight of us?"

"Great, of course, it's best if all wars are like this."

Colonel Sigismund William Lister leaned back, "Only the pseudo-government in the central part didn't expect us to get through the canyon, after annihilating the 61st Brigade all the way going south, the main forces went west, the 3rd and 2nd Divisions are having a blast."

"I heard the 3rd Division broke the enemy and is now advancing eastward. Popovich is dead, won't it be long before we liberate the entire central region?" The driver spoke more and more excitedly, "By then, after we rest a bit, Mr. Governor will lead the troops southward, and the recovery of the whole of Mexico is just within reach."

He was amused by his own "fantasy," his eyes sparkling, "Once the war is over, I can go home and check on my land, heard that the town has allotted us 30 acres, I'm planning to plant some avocados, bananas, Colonel, you can come over for food then."

Colonel Sigismund William Lister, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, listened and nodded with a smile.

But inside, he felt somewhat cramped and even... uneasy.

They, as high-level commanders, knew more; the unification of Mexico was not so simple to achieve...

Land reform, reforming whom?

The tyrannical landlords!

These landlords from the era of Old Mexico, entrenched ruling class!

In the towns, they commit all kinds of crimes, training gunmen, high-handed, for their land, no battles occurred.

They won't easily hand over the land they hold; it can only end with killing, a bloody massacre!

And some saw the bad situation brewing and made a quick escape, these people ran off to the United States or Canada, loudly criticizing Victor's atrocities in the media.

Even accusing him of being a "Xist!"

Damn it, the war on drugs suddenly took an ideological turn, obviously worrying the United States and Europe and America a lot.

After all, tyrannical landlords are abundant in these places!

Why was the 3rd Division ordered to "quickly" take control of Tamaulipas State? And then no further orders?

Isn't it here to guard against the Yanks next door?

To prevent them from directly intervening!

Peace talks?

Stop joking, that's just a bunch of worthless paper. Whoever believes in the words of the Americans is a huge idiot.

The Soviet Union collapsed; the Americans don't want a "Communist neighbor" with a border stretching over 3300 miles, it would be terrifyingly horrible.

The fight must go on!

Just watch...

The Popovich Government died too quickly, not worth fearing, but the drug traffickers in the south may not be so easy to handle.

Half an hour later.

The vanguard has arrived at the designated location.

The "Cooks" of the 355th Regiment then began to make fire and prepare food.

Cook is a term used in the U.S. military, similar to a cooking squad.

Eating dried rations all the time is not good for the soldiers' health and morale, so logistical support is also a part of combat operations.

The Northern Army's logistics are quite decent; each person gets a food allowance of 3 US dollars, which goes up to 7 US dollars during wartime, and they can normally enjoy over a thousand types of food, including 15 kinds of beverages, nearly 20 kinds of desserts, about 60 kinds of vegetarian dishes, and nearly 100 kinds of meat dishes.

During war, the supply of meat, milk, and cigarettes is guaranteed!

Just for meat alone, the Northern Army has to produce about 24 tons per month, plus vegetables and such, there's a lot of pressure, and they are unable to be self-sufficient, sometimes they have to import from other countries.

Therefore, after being sanctioned, Mexico is actually out of breath.

Victor is also having a tough time.

Living and raising are two different things.

When the follow-up troops arrived, a staff officer ran over and said, "Colonel Sigmund, the division commander is asking for you."

"Alright, I'm coming now."

Sigismund William Lister replied, exchanged a few words with the deputy regiment commander, then jogged toward the division headquarters.

"Guard Corps, assemble!"

At that moment, he heard someone shout, then witnessed a group of people emerge, led by an officer he had not seen before, who spouted a flurry of words and then got into a vehicle and disappeared into the darkness.

"What are they up to?" Sigismund William Lister asked the staff officer beside him.

"A gunfight has broken out at the downstream border of the Rio Grande. A bunch of people are engaging in a firefight there, and the division commander has ordered the Guard Corps to take control of the border."

Colonel Sigmund William Lister nodded, took another look behind, then entered the tent.

...

At this time at the "91" border line of Mautapas State.

From Texas...

32cm away!

If someone pees, as long as their kidneys aren't weak, the smell could waft over.

Likewise...

This is also a crossing spot for drug traffickers!

There's no quarantine wall at this time.

After the Northern cities were taken by Victor, this was the only place that bordered the United States.

Just think about it...

How lively must it be here?

There are even savvy people pushing carts selling sausages here, and prostitutes picking up clients.

20 US dollars per session.

Not cheap.

But now, at this "91" border line, the gunfire is deafening, accompanied by roars and curses.

There are already many people lying on the ground.

A typical shootout between drug traffickers.

Actually, they also have it tough; when they heard that the Northern Army was marching in, the smugglers and drug traffickers in Mautapas State were in a panic, they eagerly contacted buyers in the United States, no matter what, they had to sell off their goods, even at a loss!

If caught by the Northern Army, they'd get nothing, not even a drop of soup.

Then a crowd surged over, and there was a traffic jam at the border, with people cursing at each other, declaring who they were.

Get out of the way or I'll kill your whole family.

My entire family is already dead or whatever.

Then disagreement turned into a fight, and they started battling each other.

The entire "91" border line turned into a complete mess.

By the time the Guard Corps arrived, they were still fighting.

"The Northern Army is coming! Run! Run!" A drug trafficker with sharp eyes saw car lights shining over and frantically ran to the other side, still clutching a huge lump of narcotics—this was capital for wealth generation.

If sold, it would make them rich!

Even during the gunfight, people were recklessly grabbing what they could, reasoning that not taking it would be a waste, and on the other side, the National Guard, seeing something not right, quickly ordered to open fire!

"Open fire! Suppress!"

"Captain, the other side is Mexico, what if our bullets fly over..."

"What's there to fear? Do you think they dare say anything? Open fire!" the leading American Captain shouted.

The anti-aircraft machine gun on the armored vehicle rattled as it started to sweep fire.

Immediately, a row of smuggled immigrants and drug traffickers were shot dead.

"Damn it!"

"Brothers, return fire! The Americans are crossing the border! Fuck them!"

"TPz-1 armored vehicle, launch smoke grenades!"

"Everyone get ready!"

"Charge into the United States!!"

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