Working as a police officer in Mexico

It was somewhat scary.

It was so quiet that even a fart could make you feel terrified.

Zacatecas State, Masamitra Hotel.

Fully owned by the Tijuana Cartel.

Don\'t think that drug cartels only deal drugs.

The Big Drug Trafficker Pablo from Colombia even played the stock market, only to be virtually "robbed" by those Wall Street guys, almost sending him to his grave with rage.

If it weren\'t for the bit of sanity left.

He would have truly launched a northern expedition!

What does this tell you? The hearts of those in finance are dark.

Today was the wedding of Benjamin\'s sister, Manuel Massalva Felix, don\'t look down upon her, she\'s known by the nickname: "Skull Queen!"

She\'s in charge of the financial operations of the Tijuana Cartel, wielding enormous power.

Her husband is the eldest son of a local drug trafficking family, which is sort of a marriage alliance. They have deep ties with underground gangs in the United States, and the Tijuana gang plans to gain support from them through this connection.

We can\'t beat them!

The Sinaloa and Juarez are pretty much sweeping through Mexico.

Too brutal.

The fools from the Gulf Group still want us to tackle Victor before they\'ll help. If I could spare the effort, would I need you?

To prevent any problems, the Tijuana gang had laid a "net of heaven and earth" all around, which just meant they brought over lots of underlings.

They even blocked the roads!

How impressive is that, the Governor of Zacatecas State didn\'t dare let out a peep.

The local Cardinal personally came to bless the newlyweds.

He didn\'t want to come, but Tijuana offered too much.

Benjamin and Ramon, as brothers, warmly welcomed the distinguished guests.

"What\'s the word from Juarez?" Benjamin asked with a smile while nodding to guests, speaking in a subdued tone.

"They demand that we give up all our channels to the United States to them."

"¡Al diablo!(Damn it!)" Benjamin couldn\'t help but curse out loud.

"Oh, brother~" Manuel Massalva, in her wedding dress, came over, heard his words, and couldn\'t help but complain, "Don\'t swear at my wedding."

Benjamin adored his siblings, he stroked her head and nodded with a smile, "Sorry, you look really beautiful today."

Manuel Massalva happily twirled around.

This wedding dress was designed by an American designer, and it even had 210 diamonds stitched into it, worth around 450,000 US dollars in total!

And the poor in Mexico struggle every day just for a few Pesos.

Don\'t say you\'re not trying hard.

If effort mattered, the old ox would be rich by now.

When the music started, all the guests stopped in their tracks to watch the beginning of the wedding ceremony. Regardless of what they were thinking inside, they had to look "happy" and "congratulatory" on the outside.

The elderly priest with glasses was about to open the Bible when suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from the entrance.

All the guests inside the hotel instantly scrambled.

"Stay calm, ladies and gentlemen, there\'s nothing to worry about, everything is under our control. The wedding will continue," Benjamin jumped on stage and extended his hand, nodding to the priest, then turned his gaze towards the entrance. Benjamin\'s remaining brothers had already rushed out.

Who the hell had the audacity to come to Tijuana territory and make a scene?

"The fight\'s started, boss, it\'s started!" the officer in the passenger seat shouted back to Kennedy, who instantly sprang up and looked into the distance.

Tijuana had sealed off the roads; they couldn\'t get in and had to figure something out on the outside.

"Somebody suddenly drove through and then shots were fired," the officer pointed at two red sedans.

Those people seemed to be there to cause chaos.

Definitely rivals of the Tijuana Cartel, either Juarez or Sinaloa.

"That looks like Ramon!"

Kennedy, still chewing on his breakfast, a corn tortilla, squinted to see several people rushing out from the entrance.

He swallowed the tortilla in one gulp and shouted, "Charge in!"

"Tie up the grenades, we won\'t stop the car, just throw them out, blow them to hell!"

The driving officer nodded, floored the gas pedal, the revs were literally off the charts. It was a good thing they were in this van, if it had been a luxury car, it might be a wreck right now.

The sudden "intruders" became the third party, instantly hitting and sending a drug trafficker flying who was trying to block the way, and continued without stopping, Kennedy and others holding submachine guns and spraying bullets all around.

Fuck!

Let\'s see who\'s unlucky.

Anyway, they\'re all drug traffickers!

The two fighting factions were both dumbfounded, "If you\'re not a brother, which side are you on?"

The officer who tied the grenades pulled open the car door, lobbed one with great force towards the hotel entrance!

There was no TV drama scene where they shoot the grenade with a gun, which is pretty stupid.

The grenade fell right at the feet of Ramon and his brothers, and then the explosion was heard, with limbs scattering amidst the ashes.

"Pull back, pull back!" Kennedy was a bit panicked as well.

The power of the blast was surprisingly great!

Those next to Ramon might be his other brothers, right?

Looks like we wiped them out in one go?

If we don\'t run now, even Jesus would be doomed.

The tires of the van were screeching, running faster than a dog!

They disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And the other group of "bad guys" also realized something was wrong and tried to flee, but were blocked by the drug traffickers. One of their cars got away, the rest ended up riddled with bullets!

Benjamin just came out in time to see this scene, his eyes wide with shock!

Everything turned black before his eyes, and he slumped to the ground without minding his dignity.

…

"What!? You\'re saying you blew up four of Benjamin\'s brothers?!"

Victor was fishing on the island, enjoying dog meat (dog drug trafficker), when he heard the news.

Kennedy on the phone also uncertainly asked the officer beside him, "It was four guys, right?"

"I counted them, don\'t worry, boss."

It was only then that Kennedy confidently reported, "Yes, boss, apart from Benjamin, all direct relatives of the Felix Family were blown up."

No wonder...

The points skyrocketed!

Four guys provided nearly 7 million points.

So that\'s where the problem is.

Victor couldn\'t help but burst into laughter, "Good, very good! I\'ll celebrate for you guys when you come back."

After hanging up the phone, Victor was still very excited, embracing the equally baffled Casare, "Quick! Go to the TV station to start a live broadcast, I want to announce this to everyone."

The TV maniac, the Island Tycoon, Duke Victor.

He had never really wanted to keep a low profile, and he definitely wanted to take credit for this.

Perhaps this police rank could be moved up a bit now, couldn\'t it?

"Boss, you want to take credit for this?"

"Why not? This is a golden opportunity to make a name for myself. We are enemies with the Tijuana Cartel, and the police ought to have the right to hold a celebration."

"If it weren\'t for the lack of manpower, I would have planned to make a scene at Juan Nepomuceno\'s funeral. A drug trafficker dies and expects a funeral?"

"I\'ll send his ashes to heaven on the spot!"

Casare swallowed hard looking at the rosy-cheeked Victor.

Boss, this game is getting more and more thrilling!

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