Chapter 117 We Lost Two People in Your Camp!

Of course Alejandro didn't call.

How rude.

Besides, who would deliver shit to him from such a long distance.

"Sonora State has sent troops to the border area, and the official documents also denounced us as murderers."

"Public opinion relies on one's mouth. Aren't there many refugees running here? Open a program and let them speak one by one to expose the situation in Sonora State. Who can't cry?"

"Things on the battlefield rely on caliber. When I put the cannon in front of their TV station, all they have to do is cheer!"

Victor threw away the nail clippers and blew off the debris on his hands. "Make a televised speech. We condemn the collusion between the Sonora State Government and drug dealers, and the whole state will lower the flag to half-mast to mourn the civilians who lost their lives."

Alejandro is not a mature politician yet.

How does the saying go?

Politicians don't like their people, but the microphone.

But he is a thoughtful person, lowering his voice, "I found that several big families in Lower California may also be behind the scenes."

"They sent people to find me, hoping to increase their voice in government agencies, and that changes in state-owned enterprises should not happen."

Mexico is now full of compradors.

In other words, the big families that control the economic lifeline are sucking the marrow everywhere, lying on the rice jar, and eating up enough rice for hundreds of millions of people with just a few people.

If they have no connection with drug dealers, Victor may not dare to confront them head-on, but they often do some small tricks in private.

There are even rumors that the deaths of many officials who came to the stage to announce the ban on drugs are related to them.

"They wanted to get a few positions in the terrorist mobile team, but I refused." As soon as Alejandro said this, Victor became interested, sat up a little straight, and said with a smile, "Really? They want to get involved in the police force?"

Alejandro shuddered.

"Maybe, it's time to open their eyes and let them see who is the master."

"What are you going to do?"

Victor was silent for a moment, narrowed his eyes, "Do you think we need an intelligence agency?"

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"This behavior is shameful! Which country's government army in the world will help drug dealers kill their own civilians? I have a few photos of the scene here, which clearly show that the government army in military uniforms and drug dealers greeted each other, and they were very friendly! When can justice be compatible with evil? The government of Lower California will not agree, tens of millions of people will not agree, and justice will not agree!"

On TV, the spokesperson of the Mexicali Security Department shouted passionately.

At the border of Sonora State, in the 36th Battalion.

Major Marc Antonio Barrera, the battalion commander, found it funny to see the other party's passionate look on TV.

Civilians?

Do they have a say in Mexico?

They are just a bunch of walking "pesos".

Drug dealers can extort them, and so can the army. It once happened in Nuevo Laredo, a northwestern city near the US border, where five civilians from the same hometown went to work in the town, and when they returned home, they were stopped by Mexican soldiers and asked to pay protection fees.

Yes, protection fees.

Then they refused, because they couldn't make much money after working hard all day.

These soldiers shot them to death!

The bodies were still covered up by local drug dealers. In the end, their families found that they had not returned, and only found their bodies on a small hill seven days later, which were already rotten.

This is just an example, but it fully illustrates it.

For Mexican civilians, sometimes death is also a relief.

"Battalion commander, battalion commander, people from Lower California are coming!" The orderly ran in at the door and shouted, "Right at the door."

Major Barrera stood up immediately, "Let's go and take a look!"

When he rushed to the door of the camp in a hurry, he saw more than 20 police officers from Lower California outside, with the machine guns on the Hummer pointed at him, and some even carried rocket launchers.

The officers on their side were huddled behind the bunkers in fear, which made Major Barrera feel ashamed.

"Get up, everyone, do you have firewood in your hands? What are you afraid of!"

Major Barrera went up and kicked the nearest officer. The other party fired a gun and a few US dollars fell out of his arms. The latter quickly got up and stuffed the money into his pocket, smiling awkwardly.

This money was given by drug dealers.

You can still smell the stench of drugs on it!

Major Barrera's face was dark, but he was also afraid of being shot, so he took a loudspeaker from the orderly, "What are you doing!"

"Two of our police officers are lost on your side, we request a search!"

"????"

Major Barrera was stunned when he heard it. You are lost, what does it have to do with me? Am I a GPS? (It has been put into use in 1964).

He waved his hand unhappily, "Go back, there's no one you want here."

The sheriff leading the team in Lower California turned his head and looked at the police officer behind him, "Did you mark it out?"

The latter marked the location on an accurate map, reported to the rear through the AN/PRC-88 portable radio he carried, and gestured to the sheriff.

"Go, retreat!" The sheriff led his men and ran away without leaving a word.

This made Major Barrera a little confused.

Hey, am I so proud? Or maybe I am very powerful. I cursed them and they left. Sure enough, the people in Lower California are all cowards.

"Captain, you are so awesome. These people dare not talk back." The kicked officer came over to flatter him. Although Major Barrera felt strange, he really couldn't figure it out. He just grinned when listening to his subordinates' words.

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And in an open space ten kilometers away.

The A-19 cannons were neatly placed, and dozens of police officers squatted behind them. After receiving the markings from the front, the commander hurriedly asked them to adjust their positions.

There were a total of 21 A-19 cannons, which were registered under the name of the Mexicali Garrison in Lower California. Now they are just "borrowed" for use.

"Target east 0-70. Near 23! Ready!"

"Fire!"

After the commander gave the order, he covered his ears with his right hand.

bengbengb~

The A-19 cannons were born in 1927. Now in 1990, they are still strong. The ground was shaken three times by their recoil.

The shells flew towards the destination like an arrow from a string!

For this thing, you just need to give an approximate number. Anyway, the lethality of the shell is based on the radius.

122mm caliber!

Enough to clear all the surrounding trees and other things.

Major Barrera just answered that he was in the board room and was about to take a nap when he heard a whistling sound in his ears, which was very harsh.

The Mexican army had not fought for a long time, and there had not even been any exercises, so naturally they did not know that it was the whistling sound of the shell.

When he was confused, a shell just fell from under his board room.

It fell 2 meters in front of him.

Boom...

Major Barrera was blown away by the shock wave with his eyes wide open, and his body was shattered!

The 36th Battalion felt the catastrophe!

The entire garrison was blown up.

The trees within the radius were also affected, and they were directly cut in half.

Such a large firepower directly blew out a piece of open space.

2 km away from the 36th Battalion is where the drug dealers gather. Many people heard the noise and ran out. They could see the thick smoke outside and the explosions.

"Contact Barrera quickly! Ask him what happened." The drug dealer leader asked with a grim expression.

But if someone answered the phone, it would become a horror movie.

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ps: Should we condense it into 3 pictures...