Working as a police officer in Mexico

The roads in Salvador are terrible.

Anyone who's been to Latin America knows that the bumpiness is usual; silicone can be jostled into a cushion for your butt.

Even at the international airport in the suburbs, everything is paved with yellow mud, and every tire run brings up several pounds of mud.

But it's still better than the airports in India.

Indians generally have poor manners; it's not uncommon to see them relieving themselves in public. Back when I was doing my business in the bushes in India, an old Indian guy almost gave me a lightning five-hit combo with his bird.

The night of December 9th.

On the muddy roads in the suburbs, there are no streetlights, and you can't even see your hand in front of you.

The moonlight was blocked by thick fog.

But you could vaguely hear the sound of engines.

A convoy appeared and disappeared now and then.

The man in the front passenger seat of the lead Humvee had dark skin, wore a face mask and protective goggles, and his muscle lines were clearly visible on his hand.

Everyone was wearing gray combat uniforms and holding U.S. Military-issued M4A1 carbines, looking very fierce.

But they reeked of... mercenaries.

Indeed!

His name was Gaetano Perk, nicknamed "Sickle," belonging to the Latin America Combat Defense Group.

Which is practically a PMC Company.

After entering the 1990s, the drug war instantly raised the war dividends of all of Latin America.

The daily consumption of bullets alone shot up to 4 million rounds a day across the Latin American region...

Under such circumstances, do you think these hyenas wouldn't drool?

Including South African private armed company EO, Israeli IZO Mercenary Company, God's Armed Alliance, and U.S. company MPRI, they all set up branches here.

According to Mexican intelligence, there are about over 30!

And these guys, they'll do anything for money.

The background of this Latin America Combat Defense Group is very mysterious, but it's said that it's backed by a Chechen called Jokhar Mousaevich Dudayev!

This guy is pretty badass, but quite sensitive. If you're interested, you can check it out yourself.

Mercenaries under the Latin America Combat Defense Group are mostly Chechen criminals, exiles, renegade troops, etc. They hand over the money they've earned to Chechnya, and then Dudayev distributes it.

Anything that makes money, they'll do it!

After the two major gangs in Salvador were beaten back step by step, they had no choice but to seek "external forces."

The Latin America Combat Defense Group quoted 20 million US dollars to help them fight.

Money?!

Give! Give! Give!

The mercenaries were quite effective after receiving the money...

In three days, 78 people were killed...

In charge here, Gaetano Perk went green in the face, thinking that if it keeps up like this, everyone would be doomed.

Starting to feel that 20 million US dollars wasn't worth it.

Barrio 18 and MS-13 also coolly pooled another 8 million for him.

After getting the money, Gaetano Perk felt he could go for it, but he also knew he couldn't just sit and take hits; he had to strike first.

Blow up the Mexican fleet stationed at the Salvador International Airport.

The Medellin bombing fleet was originally going back to Mexico but was held back here, using Salvador as a base for repeated bombing runs.

In a week, they launched five sorties, totaling 30 flights, dropping thousands of tons of bombs.

Medellin screamed in agony.

Pablo lost thirteen relatives in the process...

The feeling of despair against high-tech weapons made Pablo exceptionally furious, and on Ochoa's suggestion, he contacted Salvadoran gangs, requesting their help to blow up the fleet.

Of course, there's a deal in this.

The Medellin Cartel would provide the two major gangs with drugs at low prices, and they would get a share of Europe's market too.

Barrio 18's Edgar Santos Castro handed this mission to Gaetano Perk, indeed, considered as some side hustle; mercenary companies dealing drugs were not uncommon either.

"How many kilometers have we traveled?" he looked up, glancing at his colleague in the rearview mirror.

"Seventeen kilometers from the city!"

Gaetano Perk was startled by the words, his eyebrows immediately knitted together, muttering, "Seventeen?"

Suddenly, his eyes widened, "When we scouted, how many posts were there along the way?!"

"Two," the colleague hastily replied.

"F***! Stop the car, stop the car..."

Gaetano Perk immediately sensed something was wrong, shouted to the driver, anxiously reaching for the intercom, and then he heard a "woooo——" roar.

In the distance, an A-10 "Warthog" swiftly skimmed low.

Although it wasn't supersonic, that sharp sound still made one's whole body stiffen!

"Warthog!!"

"Get out of the car, get out of the car!!!"

Gaetano Perk raised his voice in fear, a force much greater than when taking a dump.

The 30mm GAU-8/A seven-barrel Gatling gun started licking the ground...

Ratatatatatatatatata...

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The plane weighs 11.3 tons, and the cannon itself is 1.8 tons. To call it an aircraft is less fitting than calling it a flying cannon.

The depleted uranium high-explosive shells swept down, and the entire convoy was instantly blasted apart.

A black guy jumped from the car at the back, and took off running with his long legs, tears and snot forming a mess on his face, shouting something unknown.

But dude...

You should run straight!

Can you outrun a fighter jet?

The depleted uranium high-explosive shells swept from behind, and the huge explosion shockwave blasted the guy into the air, and before he could scream, the next shell hit him, boom...

Blown into a mist of blood.

The Warthog swept all the way, then made a chic roll and came back, showering the ground with depleted uranium high-explosive shells before leaving stylishly. From the glass, one could vaguely see it was a female pilot.

It's said that depleted uranium high-explosive shells are radioactive, and the ammo box is below the seat, which may cause testicular cancer in male pilots. Therefore, they use female pilots; of course, this is a ridiculous theory, but by 2015 all U.S. Warthog pilots were women.