Working as a police officer in Mexico

Benjamin was the most enthusiastic about this.

Bustling around before and after the saddle.

Do you think he really wants to avenge his brothers and sisters?

Don\'t be naive...

It\'s all for his own benefit.

Now that he has finally pulled a bunch of "fools" into this, to kill Victor and ensure the Tijuana Group\'s base is not lost.

As he was coordinating the cargo ships, his underling handed him the phone, "Boss, Mr. Abrego from the Gulf Group."

Benjamin raised an eyebrow, took the phone and had barely listened for a moment when his expression changed dramatically!

He blurted out two words: "¡Hijo de puta! (Bastard!)"

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Base Camp of the Gulf Group. Matamoros!

The graveyard of the Abrego family is here.

But Juan Nepomuceno hadn\'t been interred, Abrego had sworn to use Victor\'s head to appease the spirit of his uncle!

Inside the mansion at that moment.

Abrego\'s face was grim as he looked through the glass at the scene in the separate room, a man tied to a chair, his body bearing no good flesh, bones even protruding, while a drug trafficker pressed a button in front of him.

In an instant, the man on the chair began to tremble all over.

Screams were incessant.

"Kill me! Kill me!" the man shouted loudly.

Abrego hadn\'t expected someone within the ranks of the drug traffickers to actually become an informant for the police!

Did he think the Mexican Drug Cartels were finished?

Ingrates!

"Where is his wife and children?"

Next to him, El Mencho said, "Buried in a concrete block."

"Hang him from the big bridge in Matamoros. I want to show everyone what happens when you betray the Gulf Group," Abrego said through clenched teeth.

"Boss, I think we should postpone our plan. Given Victor\'s cunning, he must be prepared by now. If we go now, our casualties will surely increase," said El Mencho.

Abrego squinted, recalling his uncle\'s advice, "Keep a cool head, don\'t let anger ruin your judgment."

He took a deep breath but shook his head, "This was decided by the five major drug trafficking organizations together. If we break the agreement, they will attack us together, and our losses will be even greater then."

El Mencho\'s voice was solemn, "Breaking an agreement is not a serious crime in Mexico, but death is. Considering Guadalupe Island\'s terrain plus the police fire support, our chances of storming it are zero!"

He analyzed the situation calmly for his boss.

Since when do drug traffickers care about moral boundaries?

Betrayal is common. If the price is right, even your own mother could have a tag on her.

Rules?

Don\'t be naive. If Mexico really had rules, would it be in such a mess?

"We can instigate a fire fight with the police from Maulipas State, and then tell the others that we couldn\'t escape. Meanwhile, we\'ll take over Benjamin\'s territory while he\'s away from Tijuana," El Mencho said.

"By then, we\'ll be able to control the Baja California region. With marine and aerial transportation, our profits could double!"

Abrego\'s heart tightened, and he looked up at El Mencho. This son-in-law of the Millennium Group was eerily calm, as if discussing something ordinary.

In Abrego\'s eyes, this guy could definitely make things happen!

Cunning, sinister, vicious, and possessing the intellect rare among drug traffickers.

"You make a good point," Abrego deliberated for a moment and then slowly nodded, "but not showing up isn\'t an option. Pick some we don\'t like to follow Benjamin onto the island."

He also wanted to use this opportunity to rid himself of some subordinates who were "disrespectful" to him.

"Stirring up trouble with the police from Maulipas State is your job. Keep it at the right level," Abrego paused, "Once this is settled, you\'ll be in charge of business in Jalisco."

El Mencho\'s heart leapt, but years of being at the mercy of others had made his emotions unpredictable; he had his own way of doing things.

He was long tired of answering to others.

But owing to the downfall of his father-in-law\'s Millennium Group at the hands of the Michoacán Family, he was left without any capital and had to rely on Abrego, quickly gaining favor for being ruthless and taciturn.

Now, finally, it was his turn!

Jalisco wasn\'t such a bad place!

El Mencho had a dream...

"To be the biggest drug trafficker in Mexico and even Latin America!"

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Benjamin cursed fiercely and then threw his phone away.

"That Matamoros bastard, getting into a clash with state police at this time, what\'s inside his head? Shit?"

The underling looked at him and then quickly lowered his head.

You didn\'t curse him on the phone, and now you\'re cursing him when he can\'t hear you.

"Don\'t worry about him, proceed with the plan. After we get rid of Victor, we\'ll take care of him."

February 7, 1990.

Clear.

No clouds for thousands of miles...

No, that\'s not right, it started raining in the evening.

Benjamin arranged for 8 roll-on/roll-off ships, which are vessels where trucks and semi-trailers carrying containers or other cargo can directly enter and leave the cargo hold for loading and unloading.

There\'s a lot of space below, enough to fit several tanks.

Mostly, these are the "main force" in scenic areas.

Around 9 pm.

Aside from the Ensenada City area, roll-on/roll-off ships burst through the waves at 6 other docks around the Baja California region, and mounted on their decks were the 20mm G1-2s, commonly known as Gatling 6-barrel rotary cannons!

Old pieces produced by the South African Armscor company.

Bought on the US black market.

Able to suppress naval vessels and firepower on the island.

Do you think drug traffickers really come "empty-handed" nowadays?

Benjamin emptied his coffers and spent nearly 60 million US Dollars on a large amount of weaponry. He also modified the upper half of 6 of the roll-on/roll-off ships to accommodate 2 SA341 \'Little Antelope\' and 4 Bell 214 helicopters purchased from France!

And he hired professional pilots for them.

That\'s also a connection from France.

No one would think that drug traffickers sell to the United States, would they?

Those who become drug cartels all have damn wide connections!

Benjamin also knew that drug traffickers\' combat skills were really pathetic. They can bully the weak, but to fight against the experienced Victor, they\'re still lacking.

He spent 10 million US Dollars to hire a 170-person mercenary squad, veterans active on the African battlefield.

If they can\'t beat them, throw in manpower—I have money!

Drug traffickers really have nothing but money. Pablo, while fleeing later, even burned money to keep his wife and kids warm, recklessly spending 2 million US Dollars in one night just for heat.

Really, not many companies have as much cash flow as they do.

He was truly bleeding money!

In the eyes of drug traffickers, problems that can be solved with money are not considered problems. For ones like Victor that can\'t be solved, they just throw money at them to hire others to do the job!

The tactic of hiring foreign reinforcements will appear a few years later, when Mexican drug traffickers transitioned from traditional organizations to more violent ones. During that time, many were left homeless after the dissolution of the Russian Bear, and they helped train gunmen for the drug traffickers and directly joined the fight.

"Boss, we\'re 10 nautical miles from Guadalupe Island! (18.52 kilometers)" came the drug traffickers\' report over the radio.

"Carry out the plan as scheduled!"

"Understood."

After Benjamin gave the command, the drug traffickers began to act, quickly inflating several assault boats and dropping them from the ship.

One by one, either drug traffickers or mercenaries, armed and sitting in assault boats, charged towards Guadalupe Island!

Under the moonlight...

One could see a dense array of about a hundred assault boats. Even if you fit four people in each boat, that\'s still damn near five hundred people.

In the air, six helicopters also took advantage of the night to fly low, opening up an area for the landing forces first, and facing direct opposition would just bomb them outright.

This was Benjamin\'s tactic.

He just couldn\'t believe it.

Victor couldn\'t defend against it, get angry, then cover the area with firepower!

Cover the entire ocean.

Benjamin felt a surge of boldness.

"Tonight, I\'m going to celebrate my birthday on Guadalupe Island!"

Bro, you shouldn\'t be saying that; you\'re not in control. The last guy who said that has been dead for decades and gets dragged out for public whipping.

People, the last thing you want to do is pop champagne mid-game.

And also having your back full of flags.

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