Working as a police officer in Mexico

Buzz buzz buzz~

The Bell 212 hovered in the sky, its fuselage reflecting the fluorescent words "POLICE."

An officer wearing ear protection held onto the GAU-16 .50 caliber machine gun and opened fire on the speeding red SUV below!

Ratatat...

The bullets knocked the street lamps by the roadside until they collapsed thunderously to the ground.

"Faster! Faster! Damn it, do these cops not care about pedestrians?" cursed the bandit in the passenger seat, sticking his body out and firing into the sky, where the bullets were futilely repairing the Earth.

"Watch out!"

The driver shouted, making a sharp turn. The vehicle swerved and the passenger, who had no time to duck back in, smacked into the front of a big truck. With a loud clang, he tumbled out of the SUV.

Rolling on the ground twice, he lay there motionless.

That TM teaches a lesson.

Wear your seatbelt in the car, and don't stick your head out.

The pursuing police car saw the thug fall and raced over him without a second thought, their tires squashing his head.

Watermelon juice splashed everywhere.

Who needs a living witness when these guys clearly have a death wish? Run over your dog's day.

"Head to the slums, drag those damn cops to their deaths!"

The red SUV made a sharp turn, leaving black tire marks on the ground. Lacking driving skills, the vehicle flipped and bounced a few times before rolling into the moat.

Bubbles still gurgled from the half-submerged car.

"Damn it! Go fish it out, even if they're drowned, pull them out and shoot them!" the angry police chief commanded from the shore.

Cross Victor and you think you can just drown?

Meanwhile, reinforcements left from the security department, dozens of vehicles rushing to different districts of Tijuana. Causing chaos was still difficult.

"They're mobilizing, they're mobilizing!"

Some heads poked around nervously in a parking lot about 600 meters from the security department. Upon seeing the reinforcement forces leave, they hastily adjusted their seats upright.

A bandit preparing to pull a hood over his head was stopped by his companion.

"We're going out there to get famous, why wear hoods!"

"Right, right, right!"

"Storm in, and as long as Victor is dead, our Mara Salvatrucha will surpass the Tamil Tigers as the most dangerous criminal group!"

The men in the silver van, with crazed eyes and KY logos on their arms, slammed the gas pedal and charged towards the security department.

Beng~

They broke through the parking lot's barrier, the crash drawing the sentry's attention as the van sped towards them, and they opened fire immediately!

A heavy machine gun at such an important place is pretty standard, right?

A burst of bullets went flying, shredding the van's front bumper which sparked as it dragged along the ground.

The windshield was no shield at all; a burst grazed the driver's neck, leaving behind barely a layer of skin.

The vehicle crashed into a fire hydrant, bursting into flames as a deluge from above doused it.

A complete mess!

Victor watched from his office in the security building, frowning, "Are these people...idiots?"

Was storming the gates of the Tijuana Security Department that easy?

"Times have changed, madmen have multiplied," Casare interjected from beside him.

Victor glanced at him and slowly nodded.

The world is a vast stage of fools and clowns, where all manner of monsters and demons vie for the spotlight, but why set your sights on Mexico?

Go next door!

"Director!"

The secretary barged in, panic in her voice, having broken the door handle.

"What happened?"

"We've got a survivor."

Victor sighed with relief and snuffed his cigarette in the ashtray, "Let Jason Bourne handle the interrogation."

The bandit in the van that had fallen into the moat had clambered up on his own—unable to bear the agony of drowning.

But as soon as he was on the shore, the police pinned him down.

"Don't kill him..."

Jason Bourne pushed past the officers and grabbed hold of the bandit's hair, "Name, nationality!"

The man gasped for air, spitting out water.

"Bring the tools!" Jason Bourne called out to his colleague, who handed over a small medicine box adorned with a skull—a "treasure" from the Mexico International News Department.

The other officers peeked curiously.

They had heard of this news department, notorious for no return for those who entered—curiosity piqued their morbid fascination.

Jason Bourne pulled out a pair of pliers from the box and ordered his colleague, "Hold his head steady."

"What... what are you doing?!" the criminal cried out, "I demand humanitarian protection!"

"Protection my ass, Tijuana has only a humanitarian demolition."

Jason Bourne spit out in disdain and clamped the criminal's ear with the pliers before twisting it violently to a 90-degree angle.

"Aaahhh!!!" The victim screamed in pain.

The onlookers shivered, swallowing hard at the sight of the impassive agents from the news department. Were these people made of stone?

"I'll talk... I'll talk!"

Even as the bandit pleaded, Jason Bourne didn't pause. After twisting the ear to a bloody mess, he yanked it off with force.

How could one only half-perform a torture? That would be disrespectful to the criminal, wouldn't it?

The bandit writhed in agony on the ground, his cries piercing the air.

Jason Bourne tossed the ear aside.

"Name! Name!"

"Andrei Bos!"

"Nationality!"

"Guatemala!"

"What organization are you affiliated with? What's the purpose of your infiltration into Tijuana?"

Jason Bourne shouted, and the other party hesitantly stopped.

"Crush his fingers."

A colleague pulled out a hammer from a box, held down the other party's hand, and brought down the hammer, shattering the pinkie finger.

"Mara Salvatrucha, we came to dismantle the drug alliances in Mexico, to instill fear in Mexicans, your drug enforcement reaches into Guatemala's drug industry!"

Anyone with good geography knows that there are several small countries in Southern Mexico, none of which are stable, with gangs rampant within and small-scale wars externally.

Some of them live even worse lives than the locals in Mexico.

It can even be said that drugs are the supporting industry for some of these small countries!

Warlords, gangs, and societies all rely on this money for development.

Do you think they would tolerate Victor continuing like this?

"The 17 cities you've targeted include where? Spit it all out, CNMD, I ask a question, and you answer it, right? Get on the vehicle; I'll take you to a nice place."

Jason Bourne dragged the bandit straight onto the police car and drove towards the "cell" of the news department.

The police officers left behind exchanged glances, then looked at the ear on the ground and shivered in fear.

MD.

All madmen.

Jason Bourne interrogated the criminal all night, and under the Great Memory Restoration Technique, Andrei Bos even knew the age of the man his mother had stolen.

He hurriedly reported the organized intelligence to his boss.

Victor hadn't rested all night, and when Jason Bourne entered, he stared at him, "You've been slacking off a lot recently."

"Do you think the war on drugs is almost over?"

"Or do you believe that all drug traffickers will confront us head-on like fools under our watch?"

"Even a dog I release knows to use its nose to sniff out strangers!"

"I really want to blow your dog's head off with my size 45 shoe!"

Victor stood up, and his spittle flew around.

Jason Bourne, rebuked and drenched in dog's blood, could only shrink his head.

Perhaps because he was tired from scolding, he took a sip of water from his teacup after a short while and glanced at the intelligence, "Mara Salvatrucha is backed by a Guatemalan warlord?"

"Yes, his name is Uvico Castaneda, a warlord with real power in the North, and there's a shadow of the CIA behind him," Jason Bourne hurriedly said from the side.

As expected!

It's just a bunch of bird droppings.

The CIA in the Mexican branch are dead, would they remain indifferent?

And even if the DEA is taking most of the pressure, do you think they could swallow this insult?

People who have been arrogant all their life cannot swallow such an insult.

The CIA isn't just on good terms with their own military, in North America, they are more deeply involved in politics than God.

Having a warlord send some desperados to cause trouble, that's their style.

"Aside from Tijuana, explosions are set to occur in four cities in Baja California, with some others in different states, they've also contacted drug traffickers, and once the explosions occur, there'll be parades on the streets, shouting to stop the war on drugs,"

"They hope to bewitch the public into disbanding the newly established Drug Enforcement Department."

"And they're also plotting in Mexico City to assassinate Mr. Cuauhtémoc. It doesn't matter if they fail to kill him, if they succeed, then they'll prop up a new puppet, and the representative of the United States and the United Fruit Company (UFCO) in Mexico will be their new spokesperson."

Indeed, it's all intricately connected.

This really is about getting themselves killed!

The intelligence agencies do things so dirtily.

Victor furrowed his brow, annoyed at being led by the nose by the CIA; perhaps he could plant someone in their department?

But those he squeezed out would have to climb for a long time to reach high positions; it would be best to flip someone.

He shared these thoughts with Jason Bourne, leaving him dumbfounded.

Big boss...

You want to plant someone in the intelligence department of the Americans?

Wow… that's exhilarating!

But Jason Bourne liked challenges, offer a good price, and someone will serve you, if money can't move them, then use other means, kidnapping, bribery, assassination, and so on.

He just doesn't believe there are only saints inside the CIA.

Even Jesus needs to eat.
Your next chapter awaits on empire

"Beyond the CIA, find a few targets in the DEA and FBI to bribe, don't worry about spending money, money spent can always be earned back."

Being around Americans means living in fear.

They can brazenly send their people into your key departments, you protest, you have to die, if you place some people in their department and you're discovered, you have to die as well.

What is hegemony? This is hegemony!

No option...

Their caliber is too large.

But Victor had no intention of swallowing this offense.

He grabbed Jason Bourne by the neck in response, "I'm very angry right now, do you understand?"

"Tell the guys."

"I want to have some fun!"

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