Working as a police officer in Mexico

These "bandits" were well-trained. Two stood guard outside while one went to the cash register with practiced ease.

The remaining two scanned the crowd lying on the floor.

They spotted Raul Salinas right away, mainly because he loved to flaunt his wealth so much that even his leather shoes shone.

His suit, an immaculate white Armani, was custom-made.

You're lying there like a big bear. Who wouldn't see you?

The two "bandits" grabbed Raul Salinas by the hair, and Best, who was watching from the corner of his eye, nodded subtly. One covered his mouth while the other grabbed his feet, and they carried him straight out.

"Mmmph... Mmmph!" Raul Salinas struggled.

At the door, a bandit injected him with a sedative in the arm, and the drug acted swiftly, causing him to go limp almost immediately.

A few men hoisted him onto a van and drove away.

Best dusted off his clothes, stood up, downed his coffee in one gulp, then took out a 50-dollar bill, tucked it under the cup, and adjusted his clothes before heading outside.

Compared to the EDM crowd, you have to be a bit more graceful.

…

"Director, Director!"

Mexico City Police Department.

A Senior Police Sergeant burst into the director's office in a panic, startling two people inside who quickly separated. The female officer hurriedly pulled down her skirt, her cheeks flushing as she grabbed some papers and fled.

The director was somewhat overweight and had only a few strands of hair remaining. He frowned and said, "What's all this panic? What's the matter?"

"Director, a robbery took place on Paseo de la Reforma. Five people were killed, and one person was kidnapped," the officer stammered.

"Isn't it just a robbery? Happens all the time in Mexico. How is this an emergency? Are you going to guard a pond instead?"

The director, frustrated by the interruption of his rendezvous, gritted his teeth. At his age, it was hard enough to get excited, and now this...

"The one kidnapped is Raul Salinas, and his bodyguards were killed."

The director, who had just sat down, leaped up again. "What! Why didn't you say so sooner? Quick, call the officers to intercept."

"Request support from GAFE Special Forces!"

…

Mexico City suddenly became busy—not that the government lacks efficiency, but it depends on whom the efficiency serves.

Even drug traffickers were mobilized.

Drug traffickers could be seen sitting in pickup trucks everywhere, with the police standing below, chatting and arguing with them.

If a pedestrian passed by, they'd even extort a few coins.

"Target vehicle spotted on Michael Street!" came a voice from the radio. "All units converge on Michael Street!"

Upon receiving the message, the drug traffickers and police hurriedly rushed toward the location.

The Director (drug lord) himself declared that whoever could rescue Mr. Raul Salinas would be promoted.

Who wouldn't go crazy for that?

The van sped through the streets with more than a dozen cars in pursuit, some even sticking their heads out through sunroofs, shouting through megaphones at them.

"Open the trunk!"

The leading EDM sergeant took off his mask and said to the driver, who glanced at the button and pressed it, cracking open the trunk.

He kicked the opening wider.

The drug traffickers and police saw the van's trunk open and then...

A Browning M2HB .50 caliber machine gun was mounted!

The drug trafficker driving the leading vehicle saw this and his pupils shrank. Bullets swept over, smashing the glass and penetrating the driver's skull, blowing away the upper part of his head.

The vehicle immediately lost control, crashing into another car before rolling into a nearby shop.

Boom!

A massive explosion erupted, followed by flames leaping into the sky.

Several police cars were also caught in the blast and piled up on each other.

The cars behind swerved around the accident scene, still in hot pursuit.

The sound of heavy machine gun shell casings rolling on the ground was crisp.

Another member of DEM was equally active, bundling a bunch of hand grenades together, pulling the pins, and daringly counting a few seconds before tossing them onto the ground just as a pickup truck drove by.

It was blasted in half right through the middle.

"Number 2! Number 2! Cover! Cover!" the police captain yelled into the communication device, pressing it firmly.

Victor, of course, wouldn't just have a few men; Kennedy deployed 20 people, and the others were all in support.

The action was planned thoroughly beforehand.

"Roger that!"

As the van drove through an intersection, a 20-meter-long semi-trailer truck that had been lying in wait drove over and blocked the road directly.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!"

The pursuing vehicles were mostly doing 130 to 140 mph, practically drift-driving. With the sudden appearance of the semi-trailer, some instinctively slammed on the brakes, and those not wearing seatbelts in the passenger seats were thrown right through the windshields, their faces filled with shards.

Before the drivers could even catch their breath,

The cars behind couldn't stop in time and crashed into the vehicles ahead, pushing them under the semi-trailer; the roofs of the cars were gone, and needless to say, so were their heads.

Someone got off the semi-trailer and, not forgetting to toss a hand grenade towards the accident scene, ran to the mouth of an alley, hopped on a prepared motorcycle, and sped away.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

The bosses commanding from behind listened to the heavy losses, all with grim expressions.

"Send the Special Forces with helicopters!"

An OH-58, produced by Bell Helicopter Company and nicknamed "Kiowa," took off from the roof of the police department, carrying 4 GAFE Special Forces members.

This helicopter...

Donated by the Sinaloa Group.

For this, they poached 30 people from GAFE and also signed "employment contracts" privately with certain individuals. This team would retire 20 people every year, all of whom would join the armed wing of the Sinaloa Group.

For this, Sinaloa had to pay them more than 1.2 million US dollars every year; who took that money is anyone's guess.

The OH-58's propeller noise was loud, cutting through the steel city, spotting the speeding van.

Similarly, the police captain inside the van also heard the sound, looked up, and saw the armed helicopter overhead, "Take it down! Damn it, I hate the sound it makes!"

In a building the van passed, two young men in plain clothes raced upstairs, found the water tank, lifted it and fished out a deep green box.

Upon opening the box, there it was—a FIM-92 Stinger.

The two men silently assembled it, then stood on the roof aiming at the OH-58 in the sky.

Aim!

Shoot!

The missile flew straight out.

The pilot of the OH-58 saw a red dot on the radar and was puzzled; what the...? Is there a traffic jam in the sky?

Reality proved why the Stinger was so popular—it wasn't easy to evade.

At the time, during the "Valley of Death" battle, a Mi-8 belonging to Victor's forces managed to avoid being hit by hiding under the forest canopy, but the propeller hit the trees, resulting in a crash, though not an explosion.

How could the OH-58 possibly escape?

Boom...!!

A fireball exploded in mid-air, then crashed down.

This scene shocked everyone.

Bandits...

And they had anti-aircraft missiles?

"You're telling me these are ordinary bandits!!!"

Carlos Salinas received the news and arrived at the command center, just in time to witness the scene with a somber face.

"Deploy the troops! We must stop them."

He paused, then as if having made a decision, "If necessary, take them all out!"

The secretary understood the boss's intention immediately.

It was to prevent Raul Salinas from falling into others' hands, as he knew too much.

This was truly ruthless.

Although unknown who the assailant was, the target was Raul; it was definitely an attack on him, Carlos Salinas!

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