Working as a police officer in Mexico

They rushed in like wolves and tigers, stabbing at Octavia Pas with all their strength!

Puchi puchi...

The struggling Octavia wanted to scream, but her voice was choked, her entire face starting to turn pale, with more than twenty stabs on her body, finally...

Dead!

"She's not moving, not moving, quickly, quickly cut off her head." One of the female prisoners drenched to the skin shouted, and the toothbrush fiercely stabbed into Octavia Pas's neck, then forcibly ripped open...

Crunch crunch...

Blood spurted out, splattering all three of them with the stench.

Yet these three were not slow with their hands and feet, clearly, this wasn't their first time doing this.

With a swipe across the neck, the skin and flesh were torn open, the blood washed by the shower water flowed out to the toilet and the cell outside, and they smeared a prepared bag of dung on Octavia Pas's face!

Then hung it on the toilet door!

After finishing this series of actions, a few people sat together, looking at each other, finally... the fear after the fact flooded into their hearts in an instant.

"Wuwuwu..."

Someone couldn't bear it and cried out with their face covered.

Dengdengdeng~

Footsteps came from the corridor outside, and a few female prisoners turned their heads sharply to see a Colonel with two Jail Guards walking over, showing no surprise when they saw Octavia Pas's head hanging on the toilet door!

They even came in to take a picture.

The other two quickly packed the body into a body bag.

In Brazil, police ranks are similar to the military.

"Don't worry, you will be transferred to another prison today, good job." The Colonel smiled and handed them gum, "We will protect your safety, and rest assured, your parents and children are very safe, people from the Capital First Command can't find them and wouldn't dare to look for them."

Watching the Colonel in front of them, the female prisoners trembled, this man had approached them a few days ago, demanding that they kill Octavia Pas and using their families as leverage, even showing photos...

"Sir, can I know where my son will go? I... I miss him so much!" A female prisoner couldn't help but cry out with her face covered.

"Mexico, he will grow up in Mexico." The Colonel's smile faded, "He will have a bright future, he can go to school, have a family to adopt him, he can escape the slums of Brazil, you should be happy, at least... your son won't end up like you."

"This is what you earned with your actions, rest assured, we will send you photos of him every month."

"Warden, it's done."

The two who handled the body came out dragging the body bag.

"Good, order the military and police to go on high alert, if anyone stirs up trouble, give them a hard beating!" The Colonel's eyes narrowed.

Mexico's penetration into Brazil is quite significant.

As the body bag was dragged out, prisoners in other cellblocks saw the blood being dragged across the floors.

"Who died???"

"I don't know, but it came from the big sister's cell!"

"Someone must have pissed her off again, a cellmate dies every month, don't you know?"

The Prison Colonel stood in the middle of the corridor with his hands behind his back, shouting, "Quiet!"

"Stay quiet, we will investigate the specifics!"

And behind him, others from the same cell were being brought out one by one, and upon seeing them, they instantly realized who was missing!

"Octavia! Big sister Octavia is dead!"

Someone shouted, and all the cellblocks started to go into an uproar!

The Warden stood expressionless, listening to the alarm blare as the emergency squad rushed in, yet the prisoners were still shouting, with even some female prisoners ramming their bodies against the iron bars.

He took a shotgun from the emergency team, pulled it up and covering, firing a shot at the biggest-breasted prisoner among them.

Boom!~~

The chest exploded!

All the cellblocks went silent in an instant.

"Shut up, this is Tarabella Blues Prison, my territory!"

"You... you killed the big sister, it's you, the Capital First Command won't let this go!" someone still shouted with a stiff neck.

The Warden aimed the shotgun at her head, pulled the trigger, bang!!

The head exploded.

"You talk too much."

"Today Jesus is coming, and even the Capital First Command will have to switch bosses!"

Messing with us, and you still want to keep living?

Dream on!

...

Meanwhile, in the Maracana Slum of Rio de Janeiro.

This is the base camp of the Capital First Command, with about 70,000 people. Of course, not all are under them, but they all have to pay tribute. You earn 2 bucks, you must give 1.2 bucks to the gang as protection fees, and what's the other 0.8 for?

They have monopolized the local water, electricity, and vegetables, so you end up working for the gang.

At the entrance of Maracana Slum, a dozen idle men lean against walls or utility poles, their waists bulging. They are gunmen, mainly tasked with driving curious tourists away. Every year, some idiots are curious about what a slum is like...

Then they rush in with cameras, seeing people dealing drugs, and even take photos, which infuriates the locals. The death of outside tourists also troubles the Brazilian government, so generally, two police cars are stationed at the entrance to dissuade curious individuals.

Around two or three in the afternoon, just when people start to feel drowsy.

Suddenly, the roar of engines can be heard.

The lieutenant lying in the police car groggily lifts his head and sees four or five black SUVs charging towards them.

????

Although he doesn't know what it is, having been in Brazil for a long time, he knows something is definitely wrong. His whole body immediately shrinks into the car, shouting to his colleague rising behind him, "Don't move, don't move!"

The gatekeepers also realized something was amiss; the visitors were not friendly.

Just as they pulled out their guns...

The front SUV elegantly drifted, positioning the car sideways with a bang—!

The car door opened.

The famous Type 89 heavy machine gun stood upright like that, and masked armed men braced themselves, tat-a-tat-tat... tat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The muzzle was even spewing fire.

Holding steady, over twenty bullets just swept across like that.

You pull a gun? Unless you pull out a rocket launcher!

This Type 54 12.7mm machine gun bullet can tear a person apart, leaving a scene of blood and limbs everywhere. The remaining vehicles rush into the slum, with a very specific aim at heading towards the Capital First Command's base deep inside.

An entrance Humvee blocked sideways, bearing a certain "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand are unable to cross" stance!

A limping figure with a cigarette in his mouth got out from the SUV's passenger seat, walking towards the roadside police car. He knocked on the window, the lieutenant inside trembling with fear, turned his head in alarm, seeing a middle-aged man standing outside, signaling him to roll down the window.

Hesitating for a moment, the policeman rolled down the window.

"Sorry for the trouble, we have some business to take care of, we'll be gone quickly. Here, take this money and treat yourself after work."

The middle-aged man prepared to leave with a smile, then suddenly stopped, "Look at my memory, here's my business card."

He handed it over with both hands.

Trembling, the lieutenant received it, and after the other party left, he hurriedly looked down, "Ares Defense Company: Hannibal!"

"Damn, I knew it was them, only they would have such guts!" The lieutenant cursed softly, eyelids twitching.

Now everyone in Brazil knows about the Ares Defense Company, an externally hired enforcement agency of the Brazil Drug Control Bureau, consisting of about 300 people, with very strong measures, mainly targeting drug trafficker leaders for arrest, causing quite a stir.

There was even an incident where they killed a gang leader's entire family of 11 in Rio de Janeiro in front of reporters, causing a huge uproar, yet the Brazilian government seemed to keep silent, not daring to dismiss them. Even if there were protests, they were suppressed.

"Captain, I heard... they are backed by the Mexican Government. Is that true? I think it is, otherwise... how could they be so tough? Besides, not long ago, Mexicans died here in Brazil." The officer in the backseat asked in a lowered voice.

The lieutenant swallowed hard...

"Doesn't matter, doesn't matter, you see those shell casings are longer than our dicks, nothing to do with us, let's go quickly!" He shook his head, lit a fire, and drove off in the old police car.

You bet your life for a few hundred bucks!

Hannibal watched them leave, tossing the cigarette butt on the ground, not worried at all.

High-profile?

They are Ares Defense Company, mercenaries, known for being arrogant and aggressive, yet not harming civilians. Besides... if the Brazilian government isn't happy, they can go find the boss.

I'm responsible for causing trouble...

Boss Victor is responsible for cleaning up the mess.

He could imagine the bigwigs in the Three Powers Square already starting to feel the heat, anxious and irritable.

...