Working as a police officer in Mexico

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"No need!"

"Oh shit, we are Mr. Victor's Imperial Guard, Guzman, next it's your mother's turn, she took your money, and then lived in the house you gave her, she's an accomplice to a drug trafficker, we'll definitely kill all the closest people around you, a drug trafficker must suffer more than anyone else!"

The hooded man saluted and, with a straight swing of his right hand, yelled, "Long live!"

"Daddy save me!" On the screen, Ainsley finally seemed like he had "freed himself" from the plastic bag and was shouting loudly.

"Ahhh!"

Guzman couldn't take it anymore, he picked up a baseball bat beside him and charged to smash the TV and the accompanying sound system worth tens of thousands of US dollars to pieces.

Arturo stood beside him, not daring to move.

Who the fuck could bear being mocked like this?

Especially since Guzman was a well-known big drug trafficker in Mexico?

The electronics were smashed to bits.

Guzman stood there, the baseball bat falling to the ground from his hands, head raised, reminiscing about the chaos when he became a father at 19.

He remembered how poor he was back then, just running errands for a drug syndicate, and Ainsley's mother was his favorite girl.

When he held little Ainsley in his arms and reached out to his face, the baby clutched tightly to him, his eyes still closed.

Even though he had many children afterward, Ainsley was always the one he handpicked as his successor.

He was so young back then.

Guzman, head held high, hands covering his face, started bawling.

In the living room...

There were echoes.

Arturo and Hector stood there, softly exhaling.

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"Ha ha ha ha! Very good!"

Victor, watching the video on TV, stood up from the couch with a cigarette in his mouth, applauding, "That's right, kill the drug traffickers, make them childless!"

"Boss, that gold Rolex..." Jason Bourne whispered at his side.

"Give it to Ethan Hunt and his team, they also work hard on missions outside, consider it a bonus." Victor was quite generous!

In fact, maybe, he possibly didn't quite understand the price of that Rolex, which was auctioned by Ainsley for 6 million, mistaking it for a regular Rolex.

Jason Bourne nodded in agreement at his side, "Guzman's mother is in a rural area in Sinaloa, I've already located her, we'll blow her up when the time comes."

Guzman had great respect for his old mother, she didn't like living in the city, so Guzman spent a fortune to build a mansion for her, and even assigned his men to watch over it.

How could an old lady not know her son was trafficking drugs?

In Mexico, the only sudden fortune comes from drug trafficking.

In 1997, the police arrested his mother, then coerced Guzman to appear, that night... the police station was bombed, killing 17 people.

He even delivered a TV speech, condemning the inhumanity of the police force, believing that harming family members was a shameful act.

Then... the Mexican Government released his mother.

Yes!

But unfortunately, he's now met Victor, who himself comes from a bandit background, who cares for what face, not killing your entire family would make him uncomfortable.

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Thinking of living a peaceful life with the money made from drug trafficking?

You wish.

Victor took a puff of his cigarette, casually tossing it towards the ashtray, but missed, once a man passes 25, his kidneys get weaker.

Jason Bourne went over to pick up the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray.

Hmm... this man is very much like Casare.

Victor nodded in satisfaction, "We don't need to keep watching Guzman's mother, we killed Ainsley, the tape has a message left on it, he'll be cautious, we can keep an eye on his other sons."

This is called feinting to the east and attacking to the west.

Jason Bourne glanced at his boss, he was determined to wipe out Guzman's lineage.

"Did you find that prostitute that Quintero gave up?" Victor turned off the TV, pushed open the patio doors, and walked outside.

This was his mansion in Mexicali.

A huge estate covering 3,000 square meters, the old den of the Tijuana Benjamin brothers, completely renovated, as for fear, Victor who could kill him once could kill them twice!

The surrounding walls were lined with electric fences, and bodyguards in suits with earpieces patrolled everywhere.

"Still looking, the target is too big, but while searching, we found others are looking for her too."

"According to our informants, we are the third party looking for her."

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"Oh?"

Victor's eyebrows raised, a strong interest piqued, "Who does that include, do you know?"

"Seems like one group is from CISEN (Mexican intelligence), and there's another group that's not very certain, but should be Americans."

Jason Bourne paused, "The snitch said some of them are rednecks, their scent is just too strong."

"Americans?"

"CIA? DEA? FBI? It can't possibly be the IRS."

Names circled in Victor's mind, not sure which agency, but he was certain the stuff on that prostitute was extremely important!

"If you need help, get Ethan Hunt to contact Cuauhtémoc's Guard Corps or Harris at Plateau Prison, we must snatch those people away!"

Suddenly, Victor seemed to think of something and looked down at his watch, "Has there been any news from Carlos yet?"

Jason Bourne was startled, then his brows furrowed, "No."

Victor instantly felt something was wrong. It had been such a long time; why hadn't he arrived? Even a phone call would have come through.

Something had happened!

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Boom!

A grenade was thrown into a Humvee, just as the officer wielding a Browning M2HB .50 caliber machine gun lowered his gaze and felt a chill.

The officer behind quickly picked up the grenade intending to throw it back.

Little did he know it would explode immediately!

His arm was blown off, fragments piercing the neck of the officer controlling the machine gun, severing his throat in an instant.

"Aaaah!!!"

The officer with the severed arm fell from the Humvee, screaming in agony, yet still clenched his teeth, desperately moving behind another Humvee, panting heavily. He reached into his side pocket for a bandage, bit open the package, but then the bandage fell to the ground as his hand loosened.

"Zzzz~" Carlos's calm voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Gecko! Gecko!"

The wounded officer was about to respond, "I'm here…"

Before he could finish, bang...

The helmet exploded!

The entire head was blown apart, the body went limp.

200 meters away, under a protruding tree, a sniper in camouflage calmly pulled the bolt, ejecting the spent case.

Barrett Light Fifty M82A1 Sniper Rifle!

The sniper collected the casing, then picked up the rifle and moved to a new position.

The insignia on his sleeve was conspicuously that of Los Zetas!

Carlos didn't pause. When no response came through the walkie-talkie, his heart sank, bullets whizzing outside.

They'd entered Sonora State without issues, but an ambush had struck them on a rural mountain road in Durango State!

The lead vehicle hit a landmine first?

It was sent flying.

Then a rocket came from nowhere, targeting their armored vehicle. Luckily the reactive armor was solid and it didn't blow apart…

"Get out! Get out! Don't stay here long."

"Zzzz~" The walkie-talkie crackled as if it was being interfered with?

Ankalos banged on the walkie-talkie forcefully, but no one responded. These attackers were well-prepared, and... very methodical, unlike the messy drug traffickers before.

Sometimes you couldn't even see where they were.

Not knowing how many people there were, they had to retreat quickly.

He took off his bulletproof vest and put it on Cuauhtémoc who was shaking, a natural reaction for anyone facing such a scene, right?

"Don't worry, Victor will protect you!" Carlos held his hand and said.

Cuauhtémoc forced a smile, nodded, and as he saw Carlos heading out, he suddenly called out. When Carlos turned back, Cuauhtémoc took a deep breath, "You should give me a weapon. I don't want to be captured by drug traffickers!"

Carlos looked at him.

"You'll be fine! You won't fall until after I've died."

After saying that, he shut the door of the armored vehicle. In the sealed space, listening to the artillery fire outside, Cuauhtémoc's hands clenched into fists in nervousness.

"Victor... God bless!"

He almost misspoke.

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