"Boss, what you said was excellent!"
Seeing Victor step down from the stage, Casare eagerly ran up to take his manuscript and handed him bottled water.
Victor took a sip of water, "Too bad we didn't bring back Ramón's corpse. If we hung it on Guadalupe Island, it would definitely be a blow to drug trafficking groups!"
The police station with just over 200 people simply wasn't enough.
Guadalupe Island had tens of thousands of residents. Even minor incidents required police response. Though there was overtime pay, people couldn't handle it.
Most importantly, with so few people, Victor felt very insecure.
If he had thousands of subordinates, he could directly push... force his way through.
He wasn't short on money.
Drug dealers had "sponsored" quite a bit - plenty of cash.
Money had to be spent, right? Otherwise, could it reproduce if left alone?
While the two were chatting, an officer came running over anxiously, "Boss, urgent matter."
Victor raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.
"University students from Cetys University in Mexico heard your speech and killed a drug dealer. They're hoping we can send people to protect them and get them to the island."
"How many people?"
"About 150!"
Victor's eyes lit up. These were top students. University students in the 1980s were considered highly educated intellectuals anywhere. If they came to Guadalupe Island, many of his projects could be "established."
Including public schools, city hall, and other places needing personnel.
"Get me the police station."
Casare quickly nodded, pulling out his phone, dialing the station. Someone answered after two rings, and he handed it to his boss.
"This is Victor. I order the EDM squad to proceed to Ensenada..."
...
Beep beep beep~
Urgent whistles sounded throughout the police station.
In about one minute, all EDM members came down fully armed. Kennedy wasn't there; a police sergeant was in charge.
"Guys! Chief Victor orders us to rescue university students trapped at Cetys University and protect them to the dock. At any time, any place, under any conditions, we must protect them!"
"Remember our motto: Unity, Courage, Honor - Always Faithful!!"
"This operation's code name: Short Sword!"
"Move out!"
Over 70 EDM members boarded prepared helicopters while colleagues at every police station window watched eagerly.
Someone called out: "Pues en la onda! (So cool!)"
What man could refuse such equipment?
Under the night sky, wild waves boiled at the seaside as the sunset made its final desperate struggle, hoping the sky would keep some light.
A group of warriors boarded helicopters, advancing toward an unknown mission.
This heroic idealism with unique characteristics was very "inspiring."
Other police station personnel weren't idle either - they needed to coordinate ships leaving port.
...
José Sánchez Chávez led his classmates in panicked flight.
He was the student who had stood on the dining table calling for resistance.
They were in trouble!
The one they'd killed was the son of a Tijuana drug trafficking group lieutenant.
Those drug dealers directly drove into the school. Even teachers trying to stop them was useless - they directly shot and killed them!
It was a female teacher.
José Sánchez Chávez led classmates in escape, but there were too many people. They eventually scattered, with many caught by drug dealers and shot on sight.
"Can't... can't run anymore!"
"Me too, I can't run anymore either."
"Chávez, take... take the classmates and run."
Physically weaker classmates collapsed on the ground, gasping heavily.
"Get up! Get up!" Chávez pulled at them, seeing drug dealers getting closer. Then he gritted his teeth, grabbed a stick from the roadside, and stood in front of his classmates, "Don't worry, I'll die before you do!"
True warriors always cherish others' lives.
Chávez gripped the wooden stick tightly, roaring, "¡Hijos de puta! Come, come to kill me!!! (You bastards! Come, come kill me!)"
At this moment, he was Mexico's bravest warrior.
Young people sacrificing their lives for this country at any time.
While demons in government mansions under bright lights made deals with drug dealers, selling out Mexico, laughing unscrupulously, dressed brilliantly, competing for attention.
Adults' behavior was impulsive, but patriotism should also be impulsive!
Drug dealers raised guns, chambered rounds, and shot at Chávez.
Bang bang bang...
Bullets directly pierced his body, blood spurting out.
The shirt his mother had sewn by hand was full of bullet holes. It was cheap, worth only a few pesos total, but it was also precious - it was the last piece of clothing mom had left him.
Mom...
Killed by drug dealers.
Boom...
Chávez's body fell as if Mexico's entire land sank down. He raised his head with heavy eyelids, seeming to see the horizon from when he was small, when his father, mother, and brother were all still there.
The whole family was happy.
So tired...
Never coming to Mexico again in the next life.
This place couldn't accommodate family love, romantic love, or friendship. They preferred hypocrisy and filth.
When Chávez closed his eyes, he seemed to see helicopters flying low in the distance. He heard classmates kneeling beside him crying and shaking his body.
"Mr. Victor... really came!"
His vision went black. Dead.
Seeing helicopters, drug dealers knew something was wrong and tried to flee. The Mi-8 directly fired an AT-2 anti-tank missile at the group of drug dealers below!
A small mushroom cloud rose, directly vaporizing the drug dealers.
An EDM squad rappelled from the helicopter, vigilantly watching surroundings and signaling students to board.
"Bring Chávez, bring him!" Classmates grabbed EDM officers' clothes, crying, "He protected us."
The officer looked at the helicopter commander, who checked his watch, "Bring him! Quick!"
They had to carry Chávez's remains onto the helicopter too. After filling up with people, they left directly, while the EDM squad found vehicles to infiltrate according to plan, searching for other scattered students.
Another SA.321Ja found another group of about 40 students in the city's northwest corner. They arrived more timely, directly engaging drug dealers in street combat.
Hearing gunshots, a window above the street actually opened with someone sticking their head out - some idiot curiously watching?
Sure enough, the next second, a stray bullet from the drug dealers hit him directly, and his body fell backward.
Being so curious in Mexico?
Did you think they were setting off firecrackers?
This was really asking for death.
"Retreat! Helicopter fire support!"
Seeing more and more drug dealers, ground commanders pressed their earpieces and gave orders. They had to go by ground now - no time to board aircraft.
The SA.321Ja's "big nostril" cannon opened fire directly.
Drug dealers scrambled for cover.
Who played like this, even calling for helicopter fire support?
"Gorila (Gorilla), blow them up!" The ground commander pointed at a team member carrying an RPG on his back.
The other nodded, unloading the rocket launcher with help from an assistant gunner. Two people quickly and efficiently loaded ammunition!
After seeing students and team members move away, he half-knelt and fired an RPG directly at the corner where drug dealers were hiding!
Whoosh~~
The tail fin cut through air, flying toward its target.
A drug dealer just poked his head out to look and suddenly his eyes widened.
Pupils contracted, the rocket reflected in his eyes.
He didn't have time to shout - Bang~
Four or five drug dealers with him were directly blown skyward.
A severed leg flew directly to the second floor, hanging from someone's window.
News that unknown special forces had infiltrated the city and were engaging Tijuana drug trafficking group instantly spread throughout Ensenada. Without needing mobilization, these drug dealers grabbed weapons and gradually gathered.
Numbers instantly exceeded a thousand.
Many held machine guns, firing at helicopters overhead. They couldn't fly low anymore or they'd definitely be shot down!
Mainly fearing pilots getting hit.
Ensenada Police Station directly closed.
That's right, getting off work on the spot!
Over a thousand people chased them to the dock, planning to trap them there.
At this time, a German TNC 45-class general-purpose fast patrol vessel was rapidly approaching!
(End of Chapter)
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