Working as a police officer in Mexico

Mexico time, September 3rd, around one in the afternoon.

After nine hours of continuous fighting,

God's Battalion's three-tier defense line established in the Western Suburbs completely collapsed. The drug traffickers, lacking a command hub, managed to hold on for such a long time, which was already worthy of the paychecks Sinaloa had given them.

The LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicle entered the city!

It was time for urban combat!

Seated atop were three fully-armed Northern Soldiers, and beside the infantry fighting vehicle hung a portrait of Victor.

It meant: the Northern Governor had descended upon his territory!

The streets were desolate.

Rubble, overturned trash cans, stray dogs could be seen tucking their tails, rummaging for food amidst the garbage.

There were also corpses, their faces frozen in terror, clearly having suffered inhumane torment before death.

"Quack quack~"

Crows perched on the eaves, flapping their wings curiously at the army flooding into the city, bang! Scattered gunshots from afar startled them, sending them into panicked flight.

Rommel, cigarette in mouth, brows furrowed, surveyed his surroundings.

It was too quiet!

"Ah! Ah!" Just then, a disheveled woman burst out of a nearby store, her screams filled with terror. She slipped, scrambled up from the ground, only to be met with gunfire.

Several bullets came from the store behind her, hitting her in the back and killing her on the spot.

Before dying, her gaze towards the sky, her lips moved slightly.

"Endom, nice shooting, hahaha~"

"Letting this woman run around, if she doesn't run, she's a civilian; if she runs, she's a drug trafficker!"

Two figures emerged from the shop, laughing and joking with each other.

Adjutant Fedor von Bock felt his heart sink at the sight of the two men, dressed unmistakably in the uniform of the Northern Soldiers, one of them even an officer!

He turned his head to look at Rommel, only to see his company commander burning with rage, "Catch them!"

The two were carrying bags and puffing on cigarettes, still fastening the belts on their trousers. They also noticed Company 1 approaching and were about to greet them when Fedor von Bock and his men tackled them to the ground!

"Brother, brother, we are from Battalion 4, Company 3," the officer shouted loudly.

The air forces had not rested, airlifting soldiers all night, moving the entire 2nd Battalion, 4th Company over.

These two were clearly from the reinforcement troops.

"Our battalion commander is Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener."

"Shut up!"

Rommel barked angrily, jumping down from the infantry vehicle and kicking the man's chin, breaking his jawbone with a kick, eliciting a scream of agony.

"Major, inside... there are... seven people dead, including the woman outside, that's eight, all killed by M16 gunfire, among them two men were tied up before dying and a woman... her body," adjutant Fedor said gravely, walking out of the shop.

Rommel was furious!

He grabbed a whip and lashed it across another Sergeant's face, causing skin to split and flesh to burst open.

"Haven't you remembered the strict orders of Governor Victor?!"

"Rape a woman, kill without mercy!"

"Bully the public, seize property, kill without mercy!"

"Desert the ranks, show cowardice, retreat from battle, kill without mercy!"

With every declaration Rommel made, their faces grew paler, "Are you seeking death?!"

Victor was very strict about military discipline.

An army without discipline is no more than ragtag militia.

He could control the soldiers created by the system, but the forces still had many locals from Mexico.

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Human nature is a damn hybrid tester.

If you let the beast out, it can never be put back again.

Militaries from various countries around the world have records of indiscriminate killing, including the British SAS, known as "the cradle of special forces," which was exposed for conducting "killing competitions" on the battlefields of Afghanistan.

It's utterly shameless!

Not to mention some African dictators or warlords.

A good military with strict discipline can be invincible on the battlefield.

Hearing Rommel's words, the two soldiers turned deathly pale.

"We are from Battalion 4, you have no right... to judge us," the Sergeant shouted in terror.

"In front of Governor Victor's portrait, the law is equal! I want to see how Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener trains his men, tie them up, let's go!"

The two were bound with belts and dragged behind the infantry fighting vehicle.

In a church in Culiacán, Rommel met Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who was injured all over, with medics attending to his wounds. He held a bottle of liquor, not even wincing.

Seeing Rommel enter, he paused, then frowned, "Is your area cleaned up?"

"Major!" Rommel looked at the wounds on the man, the questioning words dissipating from his lips. A battalion commander who personally led the charge earned his respect.

"What's wrong?" noticing Rommel's demeanor, Major Kitchener demanded.

Rommel took a deep breath and recounted everything that had just happened.

Upon hearing this, the other man felt dizzy, supported by the people beside him, "Bastards!"

Grinding his teeth, he exclaimed, "Execute them by firing squad, drag them out and shoot them!"

"Major, executing soldiers requires the approval of the command," a staff officer whispered.

"Then report it, apply for execution by firing squad!"

"But... won't that look bad? If the whole army broadcasts this, our 4th Company will become infamous," the staff officer hesitated, "What if... we carry out an internal execution..."