Working as a police officer in Mexico

Casare's eyes glazed over, "Sold... an aircraft carrier? Not that hundred million British Pounds..."

"That was protection money, for the safety of over 3000 sailors. I never permitted them to buy insurance for the warship."

"Don't we need it ourselves?"

"It's not time yet. Global drug prohibition, we talk after we unify Mexico."

Victor squinted his eyes.

His ambition was great, to make this world a place where crime could no longer exist!

Perhaps, some thought he was daydreaming.

Just fight it out.

Every criminal must hear Victor's name and shout 'long live!'

...

Jalisco. Guadalajara

This former "Big Drug Cave" could now be rated as one of "Mexico's Top Ten Civil Cities."

The mayor was none other than the Vice Admiral Alexeyevich Brusilov, who served as the commander of the 3rd Marine Division and also the 9th Regiment—he grasped both military and administrative powers.

This man was downright a "Blood Type Butcher"; the first thing he did when he moved into Guadalajara was to flatten the slums!

Of course, he didn't demolish everything; he widened the streets to allow tanks and armored vehicles through and established police stations and National Guard bases among them.

Next, he killed all drug traffickers!

Using the hammer punishment, he smashed them to death in the busiest districts.

Every day, a hundred were dragged out; just see who was unlucky.

This incident even made the news, and some criticized Vice Admiral Brusilov; some even tattled on him to Victor, saying that he was killing the innocent and engaging in brutal acts.

Victor threw the tattler into a minor warden position.

He hated snitches the most in his life.

At present, there were over 30,000 soldiers in this city, excluding those from the 3rd Marine Division; additionally, more than 6,000 from the Reserve Seventh Division were also stationed here.

Nobody should dare cause trouble, right…

"Brother Huan, are we going after the Central Army now?" Zhang Ziqiang whispered eagerly, his eyes shining.

Ye Jihuan was fully armed, and one could see his military rank on his sleeve.

Captain!

He was now a captain and company commander in the Guard Battalion of the 3rd Division.

Previously, as a squad leader in the 9th Regiment, he had performed outstandingly—fighting fiercely and chasing bravely, and he had also been "outstanding" in the last press interview, demonstrating exceptional awareness, and thus had caught the attention of the higher-ups.

He was transferred to be the deputy company commander and had performed well in several battles, naturally earning his transfer.

The Guard Battalion was personally formed by Vice Admiral Brusilov, whose motto was, "To the most dangerous places on the battlefield!"

The battalion had over 2600 men.

After being promoted, he returned to Chinatown and brought a few familiar old folks, including Zhang Ziqiang. Ye Jihuan knew what this guy was made of; bold, cared a lot about honor and disgrace, and also valued money highly. If not properly disciplined, he was sure to go astray.

Robbing and murdering without evil left undone.

Better to recruit them into the army; the welfare and treatment in the Northern Army were not to be said.

In elite units like the Guard Battalion, there were even "subsidies," given that they were meant to charge into the most dangerous places. A regular private could earn nearly 2000 US Dollars a month, tsk tsk…

"Nonsense, if not them, why else would we gather so many troops here? To play poker?" Ye Jihuan saw a women's clothing store, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

"Brother Huan, are you buying clothes, and ladies' at that? Aren't you buying it for someone special? I remember a young girl in Chinatown liked you."

"Just shut up."

Ye Jihuan's face rarely reddened. He entered the store and saw many employees busy. There was a slightly younger-looking reservist corporal haggling.

He picked a stylish red mini skirt and went to the checkout, while the other party was still hesitating.

"Can it be cheaper?"

"300 Pesos, this is already the cheapest," the owner sighed, "I'm only making 10 Pesos on this."

Ye Jihuan scoffed at these words; 10 Pesos? Did he think he was running a charity?

He looked at the reservist corporal, who seemed rather naive, holding an apparently aged piece of clothing, probably for his mom, and seemed to be tight on money, indecisive.

"Let me pay for him," Ye Jihuan approached, speaking in fluent Spanish.

"This… this is unnecessary, I… I have money."

"No worries, we're comrades, we should help each other out in difficulties. You can pay me back when you have the money," Ye Jihuan said generously.

The other person struggled for a while then nodded vigorously, "I am Deputy Company Commander Rodri from F Company, 6th Regiment of the 7th Division. I will definitely pay you back once I receive my military pay."

"Guard Battalion A Company commander."

"No hurry, let's pay it back after we march into Mexico City."

Ye Jihuan, having money now as the army provided for all essentials, and with strict discipline preventing them from fooling around, naturally saved up the money. Regarding gambling within the army...

Caught once, hung up, and beaten once.

"Take it."

"Th… thank you."

Ye Jihuan waved his hand and left with Zhang Ziqiang, the latter completely bewildered, "Brother Huan, are you out of your mind, paying for someone else?"

"In the army, we must unite as comrades, help, and support each other. It's not like it's going to gambling. As a captain, if I see a soldier in regret because of a lack of money, it's my fault. Remember, Ziqiang, many things in life are more important than money. We are now the Regular Army, we must know what to choose."

Zhang Ziqiang scratched his head.

Becoming a company commander really was different; even his BS sounded eloquent.

Just as the two planned to continue shopping, an alarm sounded in the Guadalajara downtown area. Soon, they saw two jeeps with red flags running through the streets, "Division Headquarters orders, all personnel return to formation!"