Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 60 Victor's Firepower Theory!

The civilian cargo ship wasn't slow either.

But by the time Guadalupe Island came into view, the sky had also turned a grim gray.

And at the dock, intense combat was unfolding.

An Mi-8 armed helicopter was bombarding the dock back and forth, embodying Victor's principle: No need for infrastructure if there are still drug traffickers left to kill!

The drug traffickers, already traumatized by helicopters, were wailing for their fathers and mothers, with quite a few even jumping off the dock, only to vanish with a splash into the waves.

This is the Pacific Ocean, big brother, not your neighborhood swimming pool.

Kennedy Heisenberg led 20 EDM members off the civilian ship, boarded the seized assault boats, and sped towards the dock.

The machine gun mounted at the bow began to sweep fire.

This was about seizing the initiative with an opening salvo.

It might not kill anyone, but it could surely scare the daylights out of them.

In actual modern warfare, it generally takes around 10,000 bullets to eliminate an enemy; sometimes your barrage can look ferocious, but the unlucky ones are often the passersby next door. And if it's the African Niggers with their laissez-faire shooting skills, that number would have to be even higher.

"Run! Victor is storming the island!"

A drug trafficker lieutenant stamped his feet furiously, screaming at the top of his lungs to the horde of drug traffickers swarming around, "Don't run, nobody runs!"

But the drug traffickers, already void of energy and spirit, didn't care who you were.

Within less than fifteen minutes of resistance, the gunfire gradually ceased.

The Mi-8 continued to circle above the dock.

"Pull the ship over!"

The Norwegian captain had a bitter face, wishing he could slap himself for taking this job. For the foreseeable future, the sea route to Tijuana was no longer an option, and he was certain to be hated by the drug traffickers as well.

Thud~

A dull sound was emitted as the ship docked, causing the boat to sway and making those prone to seasickness feel a bit queasy. As the cargo hold opened, TPz-1 armored vehicles charged out first.

The convoy didn't linger long at the dock and headed straight for the police station.

The sudden appearance of the convoy led many residents to stand on their balconies and watch. The word 'Policía' emblazoned on the vehicles reminded everyone that a new armed force had officially intervened!

Some were elated, while others were hesitant.

Yet this time, the show of force appeared to be substantial.

"Mommy, are those the police?" In a residential building by the roadside, a little boy standing on a chair peered eagerly outside. He looked at the woman beside him and whispered, "I recognize the word on their vehicles."

"The teacher said Policía are the ones who fight the bad guys, right?"

"So does that mean you won't have to pay protection money when you set up your stall anymore?"

"Why haven't I seen the police on Guadalupe Island before?"

"Can they bring Daddy back?"

A barrage of questions left the woman with no answers, only wiping away her tears.

Even if the drug traffickers "controlled" their core territories, they were still criminal organizations, not philanthropists, and on small islands hanging off the Pacific Ocean like Guadalupe Island, they were even more brazen.

All men were forced to serve the drug traffickers!

Carrying, offloading, smuggling for them!

If you disagreed, you were shark food.

Many heads of families met their deaths during this time.

In other words: Guadalupe Island had long suffered under the drug traffickers!

Although this new police force seemed to be well-armed with good morale, who knew if they could truly maintain order on the island?

Public confidence in Victor wasn't high.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Butcher! Get out of our hometown!"

"We don't need police, we have our own order!"

As the woman was still dabbing her tears, in front of the convoy emerged a group of hundreds, men and women, many elderly and even leaning on canes. They were holding banners: Guadalupe Island belongs to the real people!

They were filled with rage, vigorously hurling stones at the convoy.

They all seemed like warriors set on protecting their homeland.

But this too was one of the drug traffickers' tactics.

In truth, these people were also part of the drug trafficking group, key players in their youth, but now they were generally older and according to a basic point of view, even if you're a criminal, you should be "forgiven" as you age.

The reason they carried stones and not guns was because this way, they appeared as "civilians!"

This made for a bold headline in public opinion.

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Evil people like to disgust others with benevolence tainted with filth.

From the speakers of the TPz-1 armored vehicle came a crackling noise, "Any act of assaulting enforcement officers is illegal, and my department is resolutely committed to maintaining the public order and stability of Guadalupe Island..."

But this type of dispersal announcement clearly had no deterrent effect on these old drug traffickers, and someone even smashed the loudspeaker with a stone.

"Since persuasion is useless, let the caliber do the talking! Fire!"

Old drug lord?

And a fucking drug lord at that!

Do you really think Uncle Victor is all that kind-hearted?

The luxury you once enjoyed, it's time to pay it back!

The officers inside the TPz-1 armored vehicle heard Victor's command and without hesitation, they opened the weapons systems and loaded the ammunition.

Shoot!

Ratatatatata...

The group of old traffickers, with an average age of 65+, were swept away like targets, shot dead on the spot!

These old drug traffickers cried for their fathers and mothers as they dropped their flags and ran, but with their advanced age, they were not spry enough, turning to run only meant getting shot in the back of the head.

"The police have opened fire!"

The residents of the nearby buildings were astir, having heard about the conflict at the police station entrance, but they had not witnessed it firsthand.

But this time it was a shooting at drug traffickers in a residential area.

It was as if...

Modern people know about dinosaurs and understand that they are formidable, but don't really know what makes them so. Then one day it appears, wreaking havoc, and that's the kind of déjà vu this was.

"Advance!"

The convoy continued moving forward, while the drug traffickers who weren't killed were howling.

"Pablo, save me! Give me a hand."

"Santos..."

The armored vehicle's tires rolled right over them, and screams were non-stop.

Parents in the nearby residential area hurried to cover their children's eyes to prevent them from seeing such a gruesome scene.

"Mom, you don't need to cover my eyes, I've grown up," the little boy pried his mother's hand away and strained to look outside.

In his eyes...

The reflected image looked like this.

An imposing armored vehicle running over traffickers, those who once strutted around arrogantly now screaming in pain, those who once bullied islanders now begging for mercy, in agony...

"Violence as a means of maintaining order?" the little boy murmured to himself, his eyes glistening.

"Victor's theory on violent governance" began to take root.

The streets were stained with blood...

Speakers on the armored vehicle started broadcasting a message.

"¡Narcotraficantes, han salido a recoger sus cadáveres!"

"Drug traffickers, come out and collect your dead!"

...

"Bastard!"

"Mutts!"

"Beasts!"

On a two-story building a distance away, beyond the reach of the armored vehicle's guns, a number of drug lords had gathered.

Every notable figure on Guadalupe Island was there.

Seeing the scene unfolding in the distance, they cursed vehemently.

"What now? That damned Victor is taking it to the end with us!"

"Call for reinforcements, storm the police station again. I refuse to believe we can't finish him off!"

Most drug lords, having never received a formal education, were quick to anger.

"I think we can take another approach."

A man with glasses and dressed in a suit, who seemed very cultured, suddenly raised his hand.

"Alberto, do you have a plan?"

"Yes, you've studied in the United States, you must have some ideas, let's hear them."

Alberto pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"We could ask the merchants not to provide them with food and supplies. Many of the island's resources are under our control. We just have to outlast him. It won't be long before he will either cooperate with us or surrender."

The drug lords' eyes lit up.

"That's a good idea."

"Alright, then let's do it. Spread the word, anyone who sells supplies to those cops will have their entire family killed!"

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