Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh~"

The whistling of bullets filled the air around my ears.

Hernandez, wearing a bulletproof vest and bent over, followed closely behind the main force. He was also wearing a jacket that read: Periodista (Journalist).

He was holding a video camera tightly in his hands.

To record the combat situation unfolding before his eyes.

Hernandez was part of the Mexican News Agency within the "Hope" Group owned by Victor. This was a newly established agency, but it had investment from Baja California's treasury and was also a cooperative unit with the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency.

The purpose... well...

Of course, it was to have a small say in Mexico's public opinion, which was otherwise dominated by the American media.

Spare no resources. How could they fail to outperform news conglomerates that were puppets of financial groups?

Hernandez was gathering material for a documentary entitled "Mexican Sword," which would be broadcast nationwide.

"Don't rush too fast, Mr. Hernandez!"

The two officers sent by Zolf Sherman to protect him were pulling on him and shouting loudly; one had to shout in order to be heard on the battlefield.

"I need to get to the front, I'm not in Vietnam, I don't need to film the Yanks' counter-charge, I want to show the people the bravery, dedication, and sacrifice of DEA agents!" Hernandez pushed up the glasses that had slipped down his nose. He had dark skin and cracked hands, looking not so much like a reporter but more like a farmer who worked long hours in the sun.

He was a famous war correspondent in the Latin American region, born in Monterrey, Mexico in 1943. At the age of 18, he sneaked to the front lines of the Bay of Pigs Invasion. At 19, he documented the Algerian War of Independence, witnessed the First Sudanese Civil War, the Congo Crisis, and Guatemala's Civil War!

Now at 47 years old!

He had always been active on the front lines of "warzones".

As soon as the Mexican News Agency was established, they recruited this war correspondent known in the Latin American region as "Prophet" under their banner.

The person who went to recruit him asked him only one question.

"Mr. Hernandez, do you wish to witness the history of Mexico? Do you want to be Mexico's 'Robert Capa'?"

"We need you!"

That was one of the founders of Magnum Photos, the most legendary and greatest war photographer of the twentieth century, and also Hernandez's idol.

Upon hearing this question, he resolutely quit his job at CNN and returned to his own country, where he took up the position of chief correspondent at the Mexican News Agency.

The officers exchanged glances upon hearing his words, but Hernandez had already rushed forward with the video camera, and they could only follow.

When they burst into the town,

Hernandez saw a dozen officers surrounding the entrance of a clay house with drug traffickers inside putting up a stubborn resistance, even throwing grenades out!

Bong!

Hernandez gave the grenade a close-up; the explosion jolted the camera a few times.

An officer took out an oversized grenade, inserted it into the launcher, aimed at the wooden door, and pulled the trigger, blowing the door to shreds.

The other officers didn't rush in; instead, they threw tear gas grenades into the house.

That stuff... really stings the nose.

The traffickers inside couldn't bear it, their eyes streaming from the irritant, they ran out soft-bodied and weak, clutching their runny noses and tears.

"Close-up! Close-up!" Hernandez moved his lens closer.

"Hey, move aside!"

The officers dragged the journalist away, and on camera, another officer was seen picking up an incendiary bomb and throwing it directly at the traffickers.

"Ahhh!"

Screams of anguish emerged from the flames.

Hernandez recorded it all dispassionately, his hands steady, indicative of the high psychological tolerance of a war correspondent.

He also gave the trafficker engulfed in flames a shot.

He had already thought up the narration for the documentary.

"In Victor's Anti-Drug Force, perhaps the greatest mercy they could afford a drug trafficker was to shoot them dead. They advocate: treating these beasts with the utmost brutality!"

"This unpalatable method, however, is what instills fear in drug traffickers!"

...

For the Counter-Terrorism Mobile Unit (TDTV), seizing the town was not tragic, but it also wasn't as easy as one might have thought.

These traffickers were equipped with heavy weapons, and even in the center of the town Hernandez saw a "Little Antelope" SA 341 helicopter, loaded with missiles.

However, it was completely wrecked by a barrage from Katyusha rockets.

In the warehouse, they found a mountainous stockpile of bullets, grenades, and RPGs.

"It looks like they were prepared for a long war with us, but they definitely didn't anticipate a surprise attack," the adjutant commented with a sigh, glancing at Zolf Sherman.

The latter responded in a subdued voice.

If they really had followed what was announced at the press conference and attacked three days later, relying on the river would have definitely caused substantial losses for the police forces.

One could only say... Mr. Victor was very skilled in the art of war.

How can one say that war tactics are cunning?

Zolf Sherman looked at his watch and said, "Report to Kennedy that my unit has taken the Corona River bank, all personnel to build shelters in place, and wait for the following troops."

"Yes!"

As soon as Kennedy received the news, he immediately ordered Mi-8 helicopters to airlift armored vehicles over the river, while the ground troops quickly moved in through the bridge that spanned the Corona River!

...

The campsite by the Corona River bombed?! The news reached the Governor of Sonora State, Irwin Losano, only seven hours after the war began.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The governor, a man covered in layers of fat, was very angry, his roars filling the office, "This is an invasion! What the hell is Victor doing? Does he want to start a civil war?"

How can internal issues of Mexico be called an invasion?

This is called...

The Drug War!

You can't handle it, then step down, and I, Victor, will take your place.

Irwin Losano licked his lips, looking at the secretary, "What does the Sinaloa Group say?"

"They have assembled 2,500 people and taken over Nogales. They absolutely cannot be allowed to head south. They hope we deploy the military in cooperation."

The Governor hesitated, "Can our military really defeat Victor?"

The secretary didn't know how to answer that question.

"Perhaps, we should seek assistance from other states in the alliance, sir. If we wait for Victor to reach Hermosillo, I'm afraid..."

Irwin Losano shivered.

He knew very well how he got his position, and it wasn't by hook or by crook but by selling out government interests. The Losano family was a major "avocado" producer locally, but later on, they switched to "cash crops" and made a fortune.

Furthermore, the family had family ties with Guzman. It was only natural that they got close to Sinaloa and, through some maneuvers, directly took the Governor's seat in Sonora State.

The surrounding agricultural area produces fruit, wheat, cotton, corn, and livestock. Nearby there are mines for copper, gold, silver, and aluminum.

They had various industries such as foundries, canned meats, and leather manufacturing, all of which he sold to merchants of other countries using various methods.

In a year, just from shares and dividends, the Losano family could earn close to 400 million US Dollars. With this money, he supported local gangs, fighting against the incursion of gangs from Arizona.

People sitting on "gray industries" often don't have black identities.

You're enjoying hot pot and singing, hugging your wife and collecting taxes, then suddenly a strong man appears next to you, holding up the flag "Fight Mexican Crime," and you start thinking it's a joke.

Mexico couldn't survive without criminals, but when the other party had swept through Baja California, he finally panicked.

Brother, are you serious?!

"Dispatch our soldiers to Nogales, contact the TV station, I want to give a speech on TV this afternoon!"

The secretary nodded and hurried out to make the arrangements.

Irwin Losano frowning, picked up the phone, and started calling for backup.

Brother, it's a critical situation!

Victor has attacked!

Send someone quickly, join me in taking this guy down.

The closest states, Chihuahua and Sinaloa, promptly stated they would dispatch troops (drug traffickers) to assist!

The first batch would arrive by evening. Stay connected via empire

"Thank you!"

"Justice belongs to us forever!"

...

At 2 PM, at a television station in Hermosillo, Irwin Losano announced the state of emergency with a grave expression.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are facing an unprecedented crisis!"

"Our merchants are peacefully conducting their businesses, but... they have been slaughtered by Victor. They are legitimate, respectable merchants, what have they done wrong?"

"A monster from Baja California is infiltrating at Corona River!"

"Let's take up arms, protect my property, protect our relatives, protect our homeland!"

He was very passionate on television, they even switched the BGM to the Mexican national anthem.

This way, it made Victor seem like a villain?

The "recruited" audience clapped, but their eyes were numb.

Irwin Losano raised his hand, "Resist the murderous devil, Victor!"

"You're lying!"

A roar of anger exploded in the studio, and everyone curiously looked over to see a man rushing onto the stage, holding a paper cutter and stabbing Irwin Losano's throat forcefully.

The latter kept backing away, but his body was so portly that it was a bit slow to react. He tried to block with his hands, but still got stabbed.

It all happened so fast!

The security personnel below didn't react in time, and the Governor was already on the ground.

"They are drug traffickers! Mr. Victor is fighting drugs; he is a hero!" the assailant grabbed the microphone, his gaze intense as he looked into the camera, "He is the one defending our homeland."

"Have you forgotten the loved ones who fell in pools of blood? Have you forgotten the husbands forced to join drug trafficking syndicates? Have you forgotten the land that was stolen? Or have you forgotten the drug traffickers who could trample you into the ground and insult you at will?"

"Only those in collusion with them are afraid, they are scared."

"Because Mexico, ravaged by drugs and traffickers, is about to welcome its Napoleon; his police officers and his guns are bursting into life like fireworks, completely eradicating those tumors from our country!"

"Victor is liberating the Mexico that belongs to him!"

"We will not surrender, we will not give in, and under the righteous leadership of Victor, we will charge at the evil drug traffickers!"

The assailant sang loudly at the end, facing the approaching security and making the final salute to the camera before shouting with all his remaining strength, "Victor!"

"Long live!"

Then...

In front of everyone's shocked eyes, he slit his own throat directly with the paper cutter!

That blood... deeply shocked the viewers watching through their televisions.

The security guards quickly went on stage to carry the severely injured Irwin Losano away, who was anxious enough to swipe at the camera as he passed by.

But the scene was still broadcast through the equipment.

Seeing that fallen figure, many young people felt so excited they were trembling.

Victor?

Victor!

Emperor of Baja California, reclaiming lands occupied by drug traffickers.

He is righteous!

...