Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Pitina, you whore!" the Village Head bellowed as he saw her on the ground.

Bang!

The Lieutenant shot him in the head, and the back of his skull opened up with a hole, brain matter and unclear fluid spilling out. He stared with wide eyes as he died.

The woman clutched the child in her arms tightly, "Sir! They were all involved!" she yelled, turning her head to point at several men not far away.

The men's faces changed dramatically, and they tried to run, but were firmly pinned to the ground.

"Murder! The Northern Soldiers have committed murder! These officials are killing us, they're stealing our chance to survive, our chance to prosper! Have you forgotten the hope Mr. El Mencho gave you…" a drug trafficker howled, as a soldier stepped hard on his head and drove it into the ground.

The sound of breaking nose bones was audible, and blood began to seep from beneath his head.

The Lieutenant squinted at the restless crowd and said coldly, "Don't move, anyone moves, I'll wipe out the village!"

As the nearby machine gun was cocked, its crisp chambering sound instantly silenced the people.

No matter how hardheaded you are, you soften in the face of a machine gun.

The Lieutenant took out 200 Pesos and handed them to the woman, squinting at everyone, "From today on, you're the Village Head!"

"Anyone who disagrees, the Northern Soldiers will arrive in an instant! Life or death, it's your choice!"

The women were dumbfounded. Themselves… Village Head?

The drug traffickers were dragged up and their throats were slit with a Dagger. Anyone who's killed before would know, the throat won't kill immediately when cut.

They would flop about like chickens in the rain, struggling!

The rain mingled with the blood under the feet of the poor.

The stench of blood assailed their noses!

Everyone was terrified by this cruel scene.

You were given face, but you didn't want it. You were told to live well, yet you refused!

Then fuck it, nobody should think of having a good life!

Do you really think the Northern Army is kindhearted?

The 4,000 men didn't just march into the slums without resistance, but when they did meet it, they immediately called for aerial support and fired missiles at the buildings!

It didn't matter who you were, everyone was bombed to death!

If this battalion can't take this place down, then next time it will be scorched earth, Victor will definitely issue orders to level the slums.

The killing continued until the next day, with a total of 721 people dead and over a thousand captured, all related to drug trafficking.

But Kennedy wasn't relaxed yet.

He declared a high-pressure crackdown on Culiacán that would last a month!

Code name: Thunder!

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There were no direct flights from Mexico to Austria.
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He had a layover in Italy and arrived in Vienna the next morning at 10 a.m.

Victor yawned, feeling the flight of over ten hours tedious, originally intended to take a private plane, but the Austrian side did not agree.

Fuck!

I'll retaliate against you sooner or later.

The group had just left the airport when Victor saw a shocking scene: across the way, a man dressed in a German World War II uniform, impersonating Little Mustache, stood on a chair giving a speech.

In front of him was quite a crowd, from Clowns holding balloons to children with backpacks, even pregnant women!

"Hi!" the man bellowed, and then… lifted his right hand.

The crowd below also raised their hands!

Victor looked at Nurnisha Kalis and the employees of the United Nations International Narcotics Control Board Secretariat in shock and asked, "Is Austria really this open?"

But obviously, she was just as shocked.

I'm just stirring things up in Mexico and don't dare to be too bold, yet here you are in Vienna, not afraid of European repercussions.

"I don't know!" Nurnisha Kalis responded gravely, "But this kind of historical regression is definitely unacceptable!"

Victor nodded. Indeed, just a few minutes later, a dozen policemen rushed over, driving away the crowd with their batons and beating the Impersonator fiercely until they finally dragged him away.

The empire's endeavor has been severed midway!

Victor wanted to laugh, but the atmosphere was too tense, so he let out a breath, "Let's go."

Really, the world's too bizarre, all kinds of birds.

Nurnisha Kalis had a Buick brought around, sponsored by the Drug Enforcement Organization.

"I'm sorry, we couldn't arrange any luxury cars for the time being."

Victor chuckled and got into the car, "A Buick is also a good car, at least it's crashworthy!"

"But if I were the Head of Drug Control Agency, I'd donate 4 Rolls-Royces and 3 Mercedes-Benzes."

Nurnisha Kalis's eyes sparked with interest.

This boss… seems quite alright.

Victor is feeling quite generous now!

He had brought with him 20 pounds of Gold jewelry and jewelry from the German Nagel Auction House that had auctioned for 200,000 US Dollars, plus 2 million in cash. The purpose… goes without saying.

The motorcade headed towards the center of Vienna.

Victor looked at the buildings and the sky outside and felt that his mood was getting better. Before World War I, this was the capital of the Holy Roman Empire, the Archduchy of Austria, the Austrian Empire, and the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

The city's historic center had been listed as a World Heritage Site.

So you could see different architecture, as well as all sorts of tourists.

And the doves circling overhead in the sky.

"If I ever retire, I'll come live here," Victor sighed.

Jason Bourne opened his mouth but then wisely shut it.

He did want to say,

Boss, you retiring is impossible, with the way you are, either keep moving forward or seek political asylum. By the time you flee here, perhaps you won't see any doves of peace anymore.

"Welcome to the heart of Europe, the world city, Vienna!"