Working as a police officer in Mexico

As the Frenchmen walked out of the National Palace, they glanced back...

Their eyes didn't hide the contempt they felt for Arturo Desena.

"Boss, do we really have to cooperate with them?"

The subordinate standing next to him asked in a low voice, hesitating for a moment, his face as twisted as a chrysanthemum, "Mexicans are not easy to deal with."

The Frenchman's face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes, "Are the French easy to deal with?"

"We are safeguarding our interests, Marc. You need to understand that if we gain a foothold in Haiti, the straight-line distance between Florida and Haiti is about 700 kilometers, which can completely become our exclave."

He paused, "Or rather, we can threaten the United States from here!"

No one wants to be a lackey, especially the French, who fancy themselves as the 'French Empire.' They also have aspirations. Although they were badly beaten during World War II, they still have great ambitions.

To make France even greater.

Just like Europe respects Napoleon.

"North America is like a piece of rotten meat. Mexico will stir it up, and anyone can take a bite. If we don't act proactively, Haiti might belong to Britain or Spain tomorrow, and we won't even get a sip of soup."

The subordinate seemed to suddenly understand, realizing there were so many intricacies involved.

"What if Arturo Desena is unwilling to cooperate?"

"Then find someone to eliminate him. Isn't that the specialty of (DGSE)?"

The subordinate actually wanted to laugh after asking the question. Who are they?

"The uncrowned kings!"

Affiliated with the General Directorate for External Security (DGSE), mainly active in Africa because there are many French colonies there. This department is responsible for maintaining French overseas interests.

If the president who comes to power doesn't follow France, they will find a way to bring you down. They're very sorry...

Like Chad's N'Garta François Tombalbaye and the famous 'tyrant' Jean-Bédel Bokassa, if you don't listen, they'll eliminate you, just like...killing a disobedient dog.

"Let's go, maybe we can file a report with our superiors," the French representative said with a smile...

He even took out a cigarette from his coat pocket and got into a somewhat old Citroen in a good mood. Well...

The French government isn't having an easy time either.

By a window on the third floor, a pair of eyes stared at them. Arturo Desena felt unwilling.

"Why does everyone want me to be a dog! I want to be a human!"

The trusted subordinate behind him didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Who is willing?

In Mexico, he was crushed and beaten, and all his efforts were wasted. In Haiti, he always felt uneasy, surrounded by the sea...

While the atmosphere in the office was somewhat at a loss, the phone on the desk rang.

The subordinate looked at Arturo and asked softly, "Boss, should I answer it?"

He had been out for a long time, and Mexico basically called every day, which annoyed him, but he used excuses to delay. Everyone thought he was in Colombia.

Arturo Desena didn't speak, but after the phone rang until it automatically hung up, it rang again like it was urging him to die...

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around, picked up the phone, and pressed it hard, "Damn it..."

Before the curse words could come out of his mouth, he heard Enderick Vinicius, the Southern government's 'Deputy Minister of Defense' and 'Minister of Foreign Affairs,' shouting loudly, "Arturo, I f*** your mother, you ran away? You bastard actually ran away without telling me!"

"You piece of trash from rural Durango, your mother is a prostitute who gave birth to you like this. You're just a dog hiding in a rat hole..."

Arturo Desena turned red with anger, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

"Go f*** yourself, I wish you die outside! You bastard!" After the other party finished cursing, he hung up the phone directly without waiting for him to speak.

Listening to the busy tone inside, a thick phlegm got stuck in his chest.

"joder! (Fuck!) "

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, adjusted for a few minutes, then opened his eyes, "Ignore him, have you contacted Ye Zhenli?"

"Not... not yet."

"Then go contact him, you bastard, what are you standing here for? Are you preparing for dinner? Go contact him!"

The subordinate responded quickly and ran out in a panic.

When the door closed, Arturo Desena found his hands were trembling. Unconsciously, he grabbed his right hand with his left hand and found that the trembling didn't decrease, but increased.

His face changed drastically!

He remembered the illness his deceased father had when he was alive!

Wouldn't he be so unlucky?

......

Meanwhile, the Yucatan Peninsula.

Was already in complete chaos!

Because no one knew who spread the rumor that Arturo Desena and Los Zetas had abandoned Mexico and gone to Haiti to become high-ranking officials!

This immediately exploded the dozens of large and small drug dealers and gangs who depended on them for survival!

Before I could even make a move, the boss ran away first?

The 'Knights Templar,' known for 'massacre,' began to boil. More than 300 armed personnel under their command stormed the Southern Alliance National Bank in Yucatan, looted 16 million US dollars inside, and then killed 42 people on the spot before announcing their secession!

Now it was all over, like dripping water into a hot oil pan, completely letting loose.

Enderick Vinicius urgently pulled troops to suppress them, but it was to no avail...

After walking three kilometers, 1,600 troops ran away, leaving only 300. The escape rate was even more excessive than the Koreans.

It couldn't be stopped.

Cancun, Yucatan Island, fell into revelry!

"Mom, Mom, save me, Mom..." A teenage girl cried loudly. She was grabbed by the hair by drug dealers and thrown on the road, gasoline being poured on her. Her crying was close to blinding her, but there were only two drug dealers laughing arrogantly.

"I bet ten seconds, the person will be burned to ashes in ten seconds!"

"I bet 30 seconds!"

One of them lit a lighter and threw it on the girl.

Boom!

The flames instantly erupted.

"Ah!! Ah!! Mom! Mom..."

The girl's cries and screams made the drug dealers even more excited. They laughed loudly, watching her flee for her life, the ground full of dark bloody footprints!

And across from this tragedy was a maternity hospital.

More than 70 drug dealers belonging to the 'Salagón Knights' stormed into it. They began to massacre pregnant women, family members, and doctors!

Bang!

The door of the operating room was kicked open.

Inside, a pregnant woman undergoing an autopsy had a ventilator inserted and her eyes closed tightly, while the doctor was about to make an incision. Hearing the noise, they stared in horror.

"Making an incision? I'm a professional!" A drug dealer rushed to the hospital bed with a grin. The female doctor next to him subconsciously tried to block him.

Pfft...

He stabbed her neck with a knife!

"I hate it when someone interferes with me when I'm doing surgery!" The drug dealer grabbed the doctor's face ferociously and pulled it off with force, blood splattering everywhere...

The entire operating room was filled with a bloody smell.

The other medical staff were frightened and sat on the ground. A nurse screamed loudly and was shot dead.

Holding a blood-stained bayonet, the drug dealer widened his eyes fiercely and stabbed the pregnant woman's stomach!

Directly cutting open her belly.

He grabbed the formed child inside in a disheveled and crude manner, choking its neck with one hand and holding it up high.

The others behind him cheered.

And the pregnant woman on the hospital bed was bleeding profusely. Soon, the blood pressure monitoring machine drew a horizontal line.

"Go, go, next one! Hahaha! What an ugly person." The drug dealer threw the 'person' in his hand on the ground with force, laughed loudly, and walked towards the next operating room.

When he left, he also turned around and threw a grenade, making a face at the terrified and desperate medical staff inside.

"Boom!"

It was simply appalling...

Simply like the Japanese dogs in the world!

Cancun was full of corpses. The drug dealers vented their animalistic desires. They had lost their humanity, storming into people's homes, defiling their wives, and then burning the bodies.

In this tourist city of the Yucatan Peninsula, there were many foreign tourists.

They were caught up in it...

"Quick! Run faster! The office is just ahead!" A middle-aged man with a blue backpack shouted to the four or five companions behind him, including the old and the young, like a family.

Yue Zhihao was also a little numb. He was a 'tour guide' who was active in Mexico all year round, and he was the kind of private customization, which was expensive.

Some people always like adventure, especially like excitement.

He had arranged everything, and even the local gangs had paid protection fees, but who knew that an armed riot would suddenly occur?

Killing anyone they saw!

Their driver was killed.

Yue Zhihao was a Mexican Chinese, and he subconsciously took them to the office, where there were armed forces.

"I can't run anymore, I can't run anymore." A younger girl, about twenty years old, cried and gasped. Her brother and father next to her kept pulling her.

"Hold on, it's coming soon!"

When they ran to the office, there was already a large crowd of people. The national flag was hanging at the door, and two or three staff members were trying to guide the crowd inside.

"Help, help, there are wounded here, he was shot."

When Yue Zhihao led the people in, he saw a girl crying loudly. Next to her was someone who looked like her boyfriend, kneeling on the ground, his face pale, and he had been shot in the abdomen. Blood seeped out from between his fingers.

"Quick, carry him in quickly." A staff member wearing glasses said quickly, "Everyone go inside, don't panic, we will protect you."

On the second floor, Lian Jingxuan, the person in charge of the office, looked anxious and kept making phone calls. The first was to the embassy in Mexico City, "A riot has occurred in Cancun, and drug dealers are killing people at will. We need help now. We have wounded here, gunshot wounds. If they are not treated urgently, they will die."

"Please ask the Mexican government for help!"

The other side was also very straightforward, "Okay, I will go to the National Palace to negotiate. You must pay attention to safety."

Lian Jingxuan listened to the gunshots outside, frowning tightly. Even if he was very anxious, he also understood that at this time, that was all he could do.

Mexico City.

The diplomat who hung up the phone immediately urgently dialed Casarez's phone.

When the other side heard that an armed riot had occurred in Cancun and that innocent people were being killed indiscriminately, his face was also very ugly...

"Drug dealers, rest assured, I will report to General Victor immediately and contact you by phone at any time."

Casarez stood up with a livid face. Air Force General Zolf Sherman, who was in his office, raised his eyebrows when he saw his appearance, "What's wrong?"

"Drug dealers in Cancun have started killing people randomly. I want to go to the boss's office, together."

Zolf was also stunned when he heard this...

How many drug dealers were there in Cancun?

There were about 70 different drug dealer groups, with a total of more than 30,000 people!

These people were armed. Wouldn't it be a massacre if they faced civilians with no power to resist?

The two also knew that this matter was extraordinary. If something went wrong, tens of thousands of people would die in the tourist city of Cancun. By then, even if they took it back, who would come to travel?

It would directly become a ghost town.

From an economic and political point of view, it was a disaster.

The two ran upstairs to find Victor with solemn expressions. The guards originally wanted to ask, but Joseph Joffre saw that the expression was wrong and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have something urgent to report..."

Joffre quickly made way for them and let them pass.

Still not forgetting to knock on the door before entering, Victor inside was reading a book, facing the French windows, basking in the sun.

How pleasant.

"Boss, something happened in Cancun!"

Victor was in a good mood today. Caesar could call people, although the first sentence he shouted was mom, it also made him very happy.

But this good mood was ruined!

His face stiffened, the rocking chair paused, and he narrowed his eyes, "What happened?"

Casarez hurriedly explained the Cancun incident and also said that the East has called and hoped he could help.

Victor's face became darker and darker as he listened.

He picked up the phone, "Order the Ministry of Defense and the General Staff to come to a meeting, run, quickly!"

Kennedy, Horatio Herbert Kitchener, and others who received the order didn't know why, but they still arrived at the National Palace as quickly as possible.

As soon as they entered the office, before they could sit down and drink a sip of water, Victor looked at them and said the first sentence:

"Gentlemen!"

"The time to liberate Yucatan Island has come!!"

......

Five minutes later.

"Order the 141st Special Forces Battalion of the Army and the 23rd Company of the Air Force Special Forces to depart, parachuting into Cancun. The main purpose is to form a protection line with the diplomatic area as the front line and disperse the violent armed personnel!"

"Order Ares Defense (pmc) Company and the 5th Army Guards Division to quickly insert into Cancun, regardless of the rear!"

"The Navy sails into Campeche Bay. Order Karl Dönitz to lead the Marine Cavalry Division to carry out landing operations from Chicxulub Puerto, and must approach Cancun within 45 hours!"

"Order the Air Force to carry out airborne weapons to Cancun, allowing the people to fight back freely!"

Orders were passed out from the National Palace.

These were all pre-arranged operational plans. It's just that sometimes they seemed too risky, and I wanted to shelve them for a while. But now, with the sudden change in the situation, we have to shift our thinking.

Quickly resolve the Yucatan Peninsula, then turn around and clean up the Gulf Group's controlled area!

"It's time to send these sons of bitches to hell!"

……