Working as a police officer in Mexico

It's roughly equivalent to 6 football fields, with complete facilities and equipment, and jail guards who care a lot about prisoners' human rights and would never use lynching.

They can even enjoy electricity!

Of course, that's the official statement.

But in reality…

It's in a suburban area, surrounded by walls over ten meters high, with electric wires on top, and inside are shabby shacks.

Prisoners?

Drug traffickers?

They are bound like dogs, thrown in here.

It can hold more than 10,000 people!

They even defecate here…

There are no human rights at all.

Meals?

You can see soldiers throwing mashed potatoes on the ground. If you want to eat, you have to fight each other for it.

Electricity?

Of course, there's electricity, every day they're electrocuted, screaming.

The per capita electricity use is very high, exceeding developed cities.

Rest assured, there are no innocents here.

Gang members have at least a few lives on their hands.

Alfred Schlieffen, the commander of the Military Police, and Deputy Commander Major General Oscar Huddel visited here, smelling the stench in the air, they frowned but didn't care.

"How many more can it accommodate?"

The Warden stood by shaking his head, "It can't hold anymore, it's all clogged up."

"There are no good people in Salvador; clean out the dregs in there," Alfred Schlieffen raised his head and said, "Make room for the incoming criminals."

The Warden shivered all over, "Commander, the Salvador human rights department has applied several times to come and inspect..."

"Refuse them, what a bullshit department."

"After bringing in new criminals, clean out all the old ones; keeping them is too wasteful."

Three potatoes a day aren't free.

The Warden caught Alfred Schlieffen's vice admiral gaze and instantly tensed up, "Yes!"

"I'll handle it; many new recruits have been transferred here recently, let them get some practice." Major General Oscar Huddel said.

Alfred Schlieffen thought for a moment and nodded, "A little bloodshed could be good."

The drug traffickers below, of course, didn't know that their lives were being determined in a few words.

Over ten thousand people lay on the vast open ground…

Wearing only short sleeves.

Very cold!

Cowering.

It did seem a bit pitiful; maybe they were forced to join the gang, but they certainly also enjoyed killing and drug trafficking.

"Fucking Mexicans, I must, must, must kill them all!" A man with an MS-13 symbol tattooed on his head, full of tattoos on his face, with a thick build and fierce appearance, cursed in a low voice.

There were many like him…

Kill Mexicans, kill Mexicans…

This was almost an obsession.

"What's that sound?" Suddenly, a skinny guy beside him spoke, eyes wide, "I feel... the ground's shaking."

The criminals anxiously raised their heads, looking around.

The huge iron door slowly opened.

Under everyone's gaze, six M2 infantry fighting vehicles drove in, then… formed a line!

"What… what are they doing?!" Someone immediately sensed something wrong.

"Not good, they're going to shoot! The Mexicans are going to kill us!!!!"

Someone shouted, and all at once everyone panicked, thousands rose from the ground, screeching and howling as they ran everywhere.

"Open fire!!"

The relentless voice of Deputy Commander Major General Oscar Huddel came through the channel of the M2 infantry fighting vehicles.

The original M2 infantry fighting vehicle was equipped with one M240C 7.62mm coaxial machine gun, but the Military Police felt the firepower was insufficient, so upon arrival, they had someone DIY it and install an M134 rapid-fire machine gun, the fire god cannon.

6000 rounds per minute…

As long as there are enough bullets, you're just a standing target.

Woo-woo-woo—tutututututututu!

The M134 rapid-fire machine guns started spitting fire…

Six armored vehicles created a network of firepower with almost no dead angles.

The group charging like headless chickens towards the gate was turned into a blood mist.

Mainly because their feet were also bound with ropes, their speed was extremely slow, jumping like zombies, weren't they targets?

A prisoner who looked very young ran slowly, only to see his big brother in front of him having his head and body shot through with bullets, and then rags and broken limbs flying everywhere, blood and flesh instantly slapped onto the prisoner's face like a fan.

His mind went blank!

His pupils dilated.

But the next second, a bullet directly blew half a hole in his head, brains flowing out as he fell heavily to the ground.

The terror still lingered in his eyes.

He had seen many terrifying scenes, he had even once stuffed a child into a toilet, but… he had never seen such slaughter!!!!

This is a massacre!!! Read ahead and get updates at M*V*L*E*M*P*Y*R.

The difference between the army and gangs is just that.

Perhaps people of later generations will criticize Mexico's cruelty in the war on drugs and gangs, but please don't forget, Justice will always prevail!

Standing in the highest tower of the prison, Alfred Schlieffen and others looked down through the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of coffee, watching silently.

The bodies lay scattered everywhere.

Blood was everywhere…

The roar of the machine guns lasted more than ten minutes; inside the entire prison, no prisoner was still standing.

"Cease fire!"

"Charge and crush them!"

The channel of the six armored vehicles had new orders.

The crew hit the gas; the wheels rolled over the bodies, squelch—

Just like balloons popping.

There was still meat stuck in the tracks, just like having vegetable leaves stuck between your teeth.

Many officers standing behind Alfred Schlieffen also had a bad expression, such a massacre must not be leaked.

Otherwise…

There will be protests again!