Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 731 - 411 Whether You Eat or a Horse Chews, It’s All Money!_2

731: Chapter 411: Whether You Eat or a Horse Chews, It’s All Money!_2

731 -411: Whether You Eat or a Horse Chews, It’s All Money!_2

Tut-tut~

Tut-tut-tut!

A neck shot, the muscle tissue was blown right out.

John McTavish waved his hand, and dozens of members from Squad 141, working in pairs, began to push into the buildings near the “Goldlo Building,” with the Special Forces aiming to seize the advantageous spaces.

“Breach!”

He shouted, and a lieutenant from behind him approached with a bomb, sticking it to the wall’s edge by the window.

Those nearby swiftly turned their heads away, and with a boom, a huge hole was blasted open.

Damn.

Russian blasting technique.

Two men jumped through, just in time to see gang members who heard the noise rushing out from the side.

They raised their guns and sprayed fire.

“Clear.”

John McTavish kicked open a door, threw in a grenade first, and then led his men surging in through the main entrance.

“Don’t shoot, we surrender, we surrender!” Two grounded gang members hurriedly raised their hands shouting, fluent in Spanish, but what greeted them was a burst of bullets.

Two shots to the chest, one to the head, not even Jesus could save them now.

This scene was broadcasted live.

The dying screams of the gang members and John McTavish’s decisiveness caused exclamations of shock.

“OMG!

OMG!

So cool!” In a middle-class family in Texas, a white kid shouted loudly, then jumped up with all his might, turning to his siblings and said, “Did you see that?

Bang bang bang, damn, that’s really cool!”

“Don’t you think it’s cruel?

Brother, they had already surrendered…” The sister held a bag of chips, finding it hard to swallow after seeing the blood spray, nearly vomiting, she couldn’t help but speak out while watching her jumpy brother.

“How could you women understand a man’s romance?

Those gang members all deserve to die, including the drug traffickers.

This is the 141 Special Forces, Mexico’s most elite troops!”

“No no no, brother, it’s not 141, I think it’s the Navy Boat Assault Team SWWE; their motto ‘We suppress everything but God!’ is so cool,” the little brother standing beside exclaimed, sharing his take.

The sister pursed her lips, “Typical men, all just violence freaks.”

“We maintain stability, so we use violence!” the brother argued.

The older brother’s eyes lit up, nodding vigorously, “Exactly, protecting the weak.

What’s wrong with the Special Forces defending the people from gang members holding up slums?

I’ve decided, I’m going to join them too in the future.

Brother, do you think I can make it?

I heard they’re each worth ten men.” He posed, flexing his muscles.

“Brother, we’re Americans…” the little brother suddenly said.

The room fell silent.

“If only we could immigrate, damn, what’s so good about the United States?

There are black gangs everywhere, the police are utterly useless, nothing’s safe at all.” The brother complained, slumping back on the couch, eyes glued to the TV.

“All teams, report in.”

“First and second squads have entered the ‘Goldlo Building,’ engaging in firefights!”

“Fourth squad has taken the side building.”

“Fifth squad has secured the street corner.”

John McTavish led his team to a room, patted the lieutenant in front on the shoulder, who touched the switch and forcefully pushed open the door.

His pupils contracted at the sight inside; gang members with shotguns sprayed a volley!

The lieutenant reacted swiftly, darting to the side, hugging his head and crashing into the wall.

It hurt, but at least he didn’t die.

“Don’t come in!

Otherwise, I’ll kill him!

I will kill him!!!” The gang member inside roared furiously, eyes bloodshot, the gun aimed at a pregnant woman sitting on the ground, her legs trembling, sobbing and screaming.

John McTavish took a breath, his right eye twitching violently, glanced over at his comrade on the side, who pulled out a grenade without pulling the pin and casually tossed it inside.

The sound of the grenade rolling on the floor naturally attracted the gang member’s attention, and when he peered over, John McTavish burst out, decisively firing his weapon!

Bang!

The bullet passed through the man’s left eye and exited through the back of his skull!

The man’s body slumped to the ground.

“Protect the hostages and get out…” John McTavish had barely finished speaking when suddenly a voice from command came through the headset, “Be careful!

Gang members might use pregnant women as human bombs…”

???!

Before the woman could finish speaking, a ticking sound emitted from the pregnant woman’s body, followed by an explosion that shattered the surrounding walls.

The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, shot through the glass…

The Special Combat Team members outside were lucky they hadn’t rushed in, but the shockwave still knocked them unconscious.

This scene caused many viewers of the live broadcast to exclaim in shock.

Even Victor, who was watching from the National Palace, straightened his posture with a grave expression, “Label the gangs in the slums as terrorist organizations on the United Nations Drug Control Agency’s list, distribute it to the member states, and request their assistance in eradication!”

Casare nodded vigorously, “Understood.”

When he saw John McTavish getting back up, Victor let out a sigh of relief, shook his head, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

“It’s like a persistent moss growing on Mexico’s territory, sometimes I really want to drop a couple of Thermobaric Bombs and blow it all up!”

Casare’s eyebrows twitched at the remark, genuinely frightened, “What a joke, if you do that, you’d be committing crimes against humanity tomorrow.”

“Boss, we can’t rush, we still have time.”

Victor nodded with his eyes closed.

“Did you clear up what Goodrian was talking about last time, the Red Shoes Club?” freewebnøvel.com

“The information from Hydra indicates that it’s an elite club, with wealthy and prestigious members all pursuing one thing…

immortality.”

Victor laughed at that, “Do they want to become thousand-year-old turtles?”

“Maybe.

The club’s members range from Presidents to Wall Street elites.

They regularly hold so-called parties where they all wear red shoes made from human skin…”

Victor abruptly opened his eyes.

Casare also looked distressed, “They’ve infiltrated Mexico to recruit members, offering each person a pair as a gift.

Goodrian was targeted for recruitment as he was the first to reach Mexico City.”

“Do we have someone on the inside?”

Casare looked at George Smiley, recognized outside as Victor’s trump card, and shook his head with a calm tone, “They wouldn’t dare.

Many have already reported to the Thirteen Protectors, and by following the trail, we’ve dismantled a human trafficking organization in Tijuana, Hermosillo, and Durango, rescuing 277 children of various nationalities.”

“Popovich is a member of theirs…”

“They also use their influence to provide the Central Government with intelligence and weapons.”

Victor exclaimed, “This is absolutely infuriating!”

But fortunately, the senior military officers were all “brought up” by himself, fiercely loyal.

It was impossible for them to betray him!

“There really are a lot of cults and illegal organizations in the United States,” remarked Casare.

“Therefore, for the sake of security within Mexico, all civilian associations must be registered with the government or else be classified as cults, with local police required to ban them!”

“Additionally, establish inspection teams to travel to each state, each city, to inspect land reform and basic welfare among other work.

If anyone disobeys in any way, capture them on the spot!”

“We must eliminate the personnel of the Drug Enforcement Team whose will is not firm.”

“And we must deeply probe into the issue of corruption…”

“During this period of recuperation, we need to tackle everything vigorously.

We can’t let these people hold us back.”

Victor’s words were charged with killing intent.

Currently, going south to fight the Southern Drug Dealer Government is a bit beyond our capability, but we now have about 180,000 Regular Army plus around 50,000 National Guard personnel.

However, several states in the central region are still under martial law.

To implement policies, we must rely on the military; otherwise, the grassroots level will definitely be taken over by drug traffickers and criminals again.

The land of Mexico is too nourishing for crime – you cannot lax for a moment, because once you do, someone will take a risky chance.

There are over 90 million people in just the central and northern regions!

Managing so many people, when the whole of South Korea has just over 50 million population, nearly led to the downfall of “Park Taijun” and “Quan Xiaojiang”.

With three times the population in Mexico, the problems are even more serious.

It’s easy to conquer a territory, but hard to defend it.

Now, the priority is to “crack down hard”, to improve the credibility of the Kua Wukemote Government and its standing in the hearts of the people; otherwise, it would also be precarious.

Victor plans to resolve the conflict with the United States in the second half of the year…

Mexico…

Really doesn’t have the capital to keep dragging this on.

Our own foundation is not as robust.

Being in charge is not easy, indeed~!