Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Fritz Klingenberger!" The corporal patted his own face and shouted to boost his morale, though he actually didn't know what he was yelling as he charged into the subway station with his comrades.

The air inside was murky and carried a scorching heat.

One could smell the scent of gunpowder.

His eyes started to sting.

Just as Fritz Klingenberger entered the subway station with his submachine gun, a burst of bullets whizzed overhead, numbing his scalp as he took cover in a corner, craning his neck and staring wide-eyed to see a drug trafficker firing a heavy machine gun from a second-floor room!

The gunfire pinned them down!

He glanced left and right, crouched low, jumped down onto the adjacent tracks, and moved forward, spotting a small door labeled: Maintenance Access.

Fritz Klingenberger followed the path down, turned a corner, and came face-to-face with someone, both of them wide-eyed in panic.

"Damn it!" Fritz Klingenberger headbutted the man's face. The helmet was hard, dazing the man. Fritz stumbled a bit, then fired a burst at him, killing him instantly!

Breathing became slightly rapid and anxious.

Fritz Klingenberger waded through water not reaching his ankles and, as he climbed out of another exit, saw three or four drug traffickers hiding behind cover; he suddenly leaped out, crouched, and pressed the trigger repeatedly...

After emptying the magazine, he jumped down from the tracks and climbed the opposite staircase, first tossing a hand grenade.

Boom!

The heavy machine gun upstairs instantly fell silent.

Fritz Klingenberger peeked out stealthily and saw several drug traffickers lying on the ground, writhing and clutching their wounds; his eyes lit up as he charged forward, shooting each one again!

Dragging the smoking heavy machine gun to the other side, whether he saw any drug traffickers or not, he opened fire first.

With the support of the machine gun fire, the released comrades of Company B surged forward!

The drug traffickers in the subway station lost all ability to resist, and when a bunker buster exploded, those lucky not to be killed frantically ran outside; even if there was resistance, it was sporadic, and it only took a few minutes for Company B to break through.

When Fritz Klingenberger caught up from behind, just about to climb out the exit, out of the corner of his eye, he saw several bodies under the track move; he frowned, pulled back on his rifle's bolt, and shouted loudly.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot…" A pale hand was raised, and he saw one of the "bodies" sit up, looking at him in terror, "I am not a drug trafficker, I am not a drug trafficker."

"I am a student, I am a student!" The man frantically pulled out a card from his pocket and threw it over. Fritz Klingenberger warily looked at him, crouched down, picked up the card, and flipped it quickly with his thumb.

University of Guadalajara Natural Sciences.

Damn!

"Drug traffickers threatened and demanded we join the army; otherwise… they would kill us!" The student said in fear, crying bitterly, looking at the bodies around him, and then collapsing.

The University of Guadalajara, established in 1792, is second only to the National Autonomous University of Mexico, with more than 300,000 students...

But certainly, the drug traffickers couldn't possibly arm all 300,000 people; they didn't have that much arms.

"Stand up, take off your clothes. The reserve team is coming; you're safe now," Fritz Klingenberger tried to keep his tone gentle.

The man lay on the ground, weeping bitterly.

For a student, the battlefield was really too cruel!

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After 6 hours of fighting, the drug traffickers' flag hanging above the town hall was kicked down and replaced with the flag of the Mexican Government Forces!

The dwindling circle of drug traffickers became hopelessly smaller, ultimately trapped in a hillside slum,

where they roared in desperation; some couldn't bear it any longer and stuck the barrel of their guns into their mouths and blew their heads off!

And some went completely mad, dragging the poor slum dwellers out, making them kneel on the ground, and shouting at the Northern Army, "Let us go! Otherwise, we'll shoot them!"

As they spoke, a gunshot rang, and an old man wearing a torn vest fell to the ground, his frail body kicked away by the frenzied drug traffickers, eliciting soft cries of dismay.

No one mourned the dead old man, maybe...

His whole family had died too.

"I'll count to three!!!"

The drug trafficker grabbed a woman's clothes next to him, hoisted her up, and savagely pressed the gun barrel against her temple.

"Let us go!!!"

The captain surrounding the drug traffickers was infuriated, with no choice but to defer the decision to the commander of the Third Marine Division, Alexeyevich Brusilov, who was a straightforward man and directly ordered a barrage of artillery fire!

Pin those drug traffickers down in the slums!

"Commander, should we inquire about the Governor's opinion?" a staff officer beside him trembled as he asked.

"If everything needs to be decided by the General, what use are we?" Alexeyevich Brusilov squinted his eyes as he looked at the frightened staff officer, handed him a piece of paper, and said calmly, "As subordinates, we should not pass difficult matters up the chain. Let all the curse of the public fall on me instead!"

"Fire!"

"I will bear all the responsibility afterward!"

Would we compromise just because the drug traffickers threatened us with civilians? Such a precedent cannot be set; otherwise, can we even fight the drug war in the future? For the greater good, some must sacrifice.

The staff officer, taken aback, nodded vigorously, "Commander, I… I am also willing to bear responsibility."

Alexeyevich Brusilov smiled, patted his shoulder, "Go and issue the orders, and also…"

His expression grew cold: "Tonight, kill all the drug traffickers, no captives!!"

The officer saluted respectfully.

When the frontline troops received this order, the captain repeated it several times to ensure there was no mistake.

After receiving confirmation, the captain took a deep breath, gestured with his hand, signaling the artillery and tanks to move into position, and commenced firing at the slum halfway up the hillside!

The drug traffickers above realized something was off; panic filled their hearts.

"Victor! Northern Army! Even if we turn into ghosts, we will not let you go!!!" the drug traffickers cried out in horror and desperation.

"Fire!"

Boom Boom Boom!

That slum was directly blown to the skies…

The captain's expression was cold, "Tonight, kill all the drug traffickers, no captives!!"

"Yes, sir!"

At the Guadalajara Pier, thousands of roped drug traffickers were being brought in; they looked at each other in terror.

"Jump down!" the captain leading the team pointed to the river below, speaking expressionlessly.

"What!!"

"We have surrendered, we are prisoners, you should treat prisoners humanely!"

"Is the Northern Army going to break their word!!!"

The captain did not even lift his eyelids, simply raised his hand and swung it down forcefully; behind him, the machine guns fired, and these prisoners fell to the ground in an instant.

Despair and screams filled the air.

The drug traffickers, bound by ropes, found many movements inconvenient, but uniformly jumped into the river below; it was certain death on the shore, but jumping might offer a chance of survival!

The rapid river carried these people downstream, some climbed upwards, some were in the water; in a moment of desperate struggle for survival, they played against each other.

Some bodies floated above, instantly staining the whole river red with blood.

"God will not forgive you demons!" a drug trafficker cried loudly, his voice like a curse before death.

But the captain simply smiled faintly.

"If God takes drugs, then I'll hang him."

"By the way, if you meet God, please tell Him my name is Reinhard Tristan Eugen!"

"Thank you."

The captain, like a true gentleman, finished speaking and even bowed slightly, thanking the drug traffickers.

"Dump all the bodies in the river and let the downstream drug traffickers see the savagery of our Northern Army!"

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