Working as a police officer in Mexico

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In the slums of Culiacán, built against the hills.

The stench was suffocating!

In Mexico, Colombia, Brazil, the slums of Latin America all seemed to have been built by the same person, with incredibly narrow alleys and extremely poor sanitation. But the most important thing was, security was very bad.

Look at the slums of India, the security there was quite good, really. Drop a few Komodo dragons, and the next day, hundreds of thousands of men couldn't get up.

There, even Shiva incarnate could turn dry!

Truly dreadful.

"Zzzt~"

A red motorcycle rode through a puddle, splashing water several meters high, carrying two people. The one in the back held a megaphone, "Attention everyone, the Victor Love Foundation is distributing supplies and medical items in the slum. Those in need, please head to Sanggan Dawa Village!"

The slum was actually divided into several villages, and Sanggan Dawa Village was the largest of them, with about 60,000 slum dwellers just in this village!

Many people heard the announcement, and those who reacted quickly called their children and ran towards Sanggan Dawa Village.

Everyone was running, afraid that being slow meant missing out.

At the moment, in the open space of Sanggan Dawa Village, three large trucks were parked, with a banner that read, "The Victor Love Foundation spreads love to all!"

And to prevent riots, a squad of thirty-one military personnel and one "Weasel" armored air-drop vehicle had been deployed.

The charitable organization was obviously a governmental institution based on its name, and it had a proper structure.

"Line up! Line up! There's enough for everyone! No distribution without a line!" Harida, with her hair tied back, shouted loudly, looking very capable.

This former "college student" from the Mexicali city public service base could now stand on her own, holding the position of the head of the Victor Love Foundation. (See Chapter 143 for details).

She handed over a bag of rice, six kilograms, a can of oil, and several boxes of metformin, as diabetes was a rampant disease in Mexico.

For a long time, there had been jokes that the country didn't need a future, only drugs and soda were enough.

"Thank you! Thank you!" A dark-skinned woman with hands clasped together cried and trembled, her face showing extreme excitement.

According to the World Food Programme's assessment, nearly a billion people around the world were hungry, with Asia ranking first, Africa second, and the Americas third, with nearly 50 million people starving.

More than 7 million people in Mexico still couldn't afford food.

Harida smiled and comforted her with a few words. Just as she was about to attend to the next person, she suddenly tensed up as the woman pulled her off the truck and threw her hard onto the ground, the intense pain hitting her brain instantly, causing her to cry out in agony.

The woman who had just been grateful became ferocious, snatching Harida's belongings, and it was evident that she had accomplices who rushed up the truck!

"Rob them! If you're late, there'll be nothing left! Charge!" Someone shouted, and suddenly, the queue that had been difficult to organize instantly fell into chaos!

Hundreds of people began assaulting the charitable organization!

The lieutenant in charge fired into the sky, loudly reprimanding, but these people didn't listen at all, some sensible ones stopped at the sound of gunfire.

"Don't be afraid! They dare not shoot! Charge, rob them!" A provocateur hidden in the crowd shouted loudly.

"Fire!"

The lieutenant shouted the order, and the machine gun on the "Weasel" armored vehicle began to fire!

The first rule of the Victor military: at any time, you first need to save yourself.

The moment these slum dwellers started attacking, they were rioters!

The bullets swept across like a scythe reaping wheat, and the entire front row of people was brought down.

"They're shooting! They're shooting! The Northern Soldiers are killing people!" Someone inside screamed gut-wrenchingly, and as they finished speaking, dozens of armed men wielding AK47s ran out from all directions.

They opened fire on the machine gunner on the "Weasel" armored vehicle.

Pffft pffft pffft!

At such a close range, the 7.62×39mm bullets didn't care about any bulletproof vests—they shattered everything. The machine gunner was hit by several shots and didn't even have time to scream before falling off the armored vehicle.

Ambush!

The lieutenant pulled the fallen Harida behind him and took cover behind the truck's large tire, pressing on his chest communicator, "This is Sanggan Dawa Village, we're under attack by gunmen, request support! Request support!"

"Acknowledged! Armed helicopter arriving at the location in three minutes!"

The lieutenant cursed, turned his head, peeked out, and shot a gunman wearing a scarf in the head. As the shooter fell, he still pressed the trigger hard, sending bullets flying everywhere.

But neither side of the combat cared who was in the middle, bullets whizzing by, ordinary civilians cried and screamed in terror, scrambling to run with their heads covered!

Vrrrm vrrrm vrrrm~

An Mi-8 helicopter approached from a distance, casting a vast shadow over the attacking armed men below. Seeing that the situation was turning unfavorable, they quickly retreated.

The Mi-8 tracked them as they scattered, darting into the complicated maze of the slum like rats, the pilot with sunglasses relayed the message back, "Round Table, this is Eagle, targets have dispersed, unable to track, awaiting instructions!"

"Patrol carefully, support troops will arrive shortly."

"Understood!"

About four or five minutes later, the patrol police who received the request for assistance rushed into Sanggan Dawa Village. Seeing the bodies everywhere, the leading sub-lieutenant paused and quickly called out, "Rescue them!"

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