Working as a police officer in Mexico

This tribe has about over 900 people.

Now, not a single one of them is making a sound.

"There are people here."

Someone shouted from a steep angle.

"Tut-tut-tut..."

The gunshots suddenly rang out.

Nearby soldiers hurried over, while those farther away watched their surroundings vigilantly.

Behind the side of a collapsed house, there was a basement-like depression covered by a large lid, far enough away, not affected by the Incendiary Bombs.

"Inside are a dozen or so children, old enough but not adults, and two women holding AKs."

A soldier almost died just now, and with lingering fear, he shouted, it was so close, he almost achieved glory.

"Flamethrower!"

The company commander shouted, and the two flamethrower soldiers jogged over, he gestured to the deputy company commander who instantly understood.

"Surrender! Surrender! We surrender!"

A gap opened in the basement, and a voice with a thick dialect in Spanish shouted, trembling.

"Come out." The commander called.

The lid was pushed open from the inside, and the faces hiding inside were frightened, the two women were also quite young, wearing the clothes of the Indians, tightly gripping AK47s.

"We surrender, you must ensure our safety."

"Rest assured, I swear by the Divine of the Sierra Madre Mountains, I, Hans Frank, will not harm your lives." The commander said squinting.

For the Indians, swearing by Divine is already a very serious matter.

Sure enough, the two women trembled and crawled out.

Each was standing fearfully.

Hans Frank scanned over them, raised an eyebrow, and walked up to a boy standing at the head of the line, "Are your eyes saying that you hate us?"

"No, no!" The woman hurriedly embraced him, pleading, "Sir, he doesn't, he's just mentally tense."

Hans Frank smiled.

"Yes! I hate you, you bandits, bastards, when I grow up, I will kill you all!" Who knew the boy shouted angrily, tearing away from the woman's embrace, rushing at Hans Frank.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, the bullet hit his knee, he fell sprawling, dropping to the ground.

The two women screamed and were about to rush over, but were heavily knocked to the ground by soldiers.

Hans Frank walked over and stepped on his head, looking down at him, "Sorry, your wish cannot be fulfilled."

Saying that, he raised the muzzle.

"Hans Frank! You swore by Divine!!" The Indian struggled to shout.

Hans Frank sneered dismissively, finished the bullets on the boy beneath him.

Bang bang bang——

The head exploded, the skull flipped open.

"Kill them all."

With his order, the deputy company commander held the machine gun and swept at the last dozen survivors of the tribe.

They instantly collapsed into blood pools.

"You will be punished by Divine, you will die untimely, I curse you, I curse you all die a terrible death!" The Indian woman was still shrill crying before dying.

This sound is chilling.

Especially the curse...

Many veterans showed somber expressions, looking at each other.

"If curses existed, those damn drug traffickers would have been cursed to death long ago, would they still make the Supreme Leader flatten them?!"

Company commander Hans Frank saw everyone's varied expressions and realized the psychological discomfort, shouted loudly.

"Moreover... What is Divine, if he has mountains, we'll blow his mountains up, if he has seas, we'll flatten the seas, Mexico now is the power of the people, not Divine!"

It's undeniable, Victor's men, all have a knack for rhetoric.

Had it not been a little inappropriate, he would have planned to arrange political commissars to come in, but the commander as the military chief also served as ideological instructor.

After hearing him, everyone calmed down and continued to sweep the entire canyon.

The bodies on the ground?

There are plenty of wolves and beasts in the mountains!

The Southern War Zone launched large-scale raids on the tribes...

Some foolhardy ones rebelled and settled in the canyons and open areas, not even running, isn't this just a living target?

Kill them all!

Leave none.

In the '90s communication technology, many things are actually simple to deliberately conceal, print media is still mainstream now.

But who in Mexico knows?

Even if aware, would you dare to say!

In just three or four days, four or five tribes were destroyed, more than 1500 people killed, capturing nearly 15 tons of drug raw materials, as well as nearly 2000 assorted firearms.

Rebels of the Nahuatl could only start dispersing, lurking in the forests for guerrilla warfare.

When hungry and thirsty, they had to rely on fate, a big storm comes, the whole forest is soaked.

Added with illness and threat of wild beasts...

In an Unnamed village on the Guatemala and Mexico border.

Director of Operations of the Spanish North American Affairs Bureau, Javin Yalves was in his office, drinking coffee, eating a block of cheese airfreighted from Europe, the taste was superb.

"Sir, sir, you can't go in..." A shout was heard at the door, followed by a forceful "bang", the door was pushed open, a burly man about two meters tall walked in aggressively, prominent cheekbones, fierce eyes, like a wolf.

Director Javin Yalves was startled, the cheese stuck in his throat, choking him, he struggled with "ah ah ah", face flushed, looking left and right, couldn't find water.

The strong man frowned, with a palm-sized hand grabbed the other's collar, the other hand forcefully patted his back.