Working as a police officer in Mexico

Tijuana. Algas (Seaweed) Street.

Mexico likes to name streets and districts after animals or plants, a sort of "quirk" in their daily lives.

Mana Rodlin Edith was cooking when she heard the loud sound of the television coming from the living room. Unable to bear it any longer, she glared disapprovingly and said, "Svet! Turn it down!"

But her words received no response.

Angry, she tapped the cooking spoon next to the non-stick pan and stormed out, only to see her husband Svet engrossed in watching TV while holding their child.

On the screen was the famous Mexican television star, Edith Gonzalez, with her flowing hair, dressed in a black dance skirt, standing in Mexicali Square.

Singing a song with deep emotion.

"Life is like a journey in search of something, it's only after braving the winds and rains that it becomes stronger."

"But it denies life, rejects the sunlight…"

"What kills isn't just weapons, but also drugs."

"Everyone's wailing, crying, but he stood out, Victor! Victor!"

…

Svet heard the noise, turned his head, and saw his wife, still humming along, "This song isn't bad, Edith Gonzalez, your favorite idol."

Mana Rodlin Edith's eyebrows twitched, "What song? When did she release a new song?"

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"Sounds like…"

"'Victor is with us!'"

"It's said to be an anti-drug song."

Svet lightly pinched his daughter's cheek, smiling easily, "The melody really is catchy."

In Mexico, releasing songs was very commonplace.

After all, being close to the United States, there was a circulation of all sorts of cultures, even drug traffickers had composed "rap" songs and held competitions.

Songs could indeed bring about an exhilarating mood to some extent.

Mana Rodlin Edith nodded, about to say something, when she heard a loud bang!

Boom!

It was like something exploding, the couple exchanged a look and hurried to the roof, where they saw a mushroom cloud rising in the distance.

And suddenly, the channel on the TV changed.

"Residents of Tijuana, please stay calm at home, do not run around at will, the Anti-Drug Force is currently carrying out an operation to encircle and suppress the drug traffickers in the city!"

"If you're outside, please find a safe place to take cover!"

Svet looked at his wife, his eyes widening in shock, "Victor... he's moved in?!"

He handed his daughter to his wife, ran to the bedroom, and she followed only to see him pulling out a long gun from under the bed.

There was tape on it.

A De Lisle carbine!

"What are you going to do?" his wife asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. I'm just taking it out to protect you," Svet assured her with a smile, and then ran to the living room to call his childhood buddy.

"Victor, that's right! Victor has come in, the drug traffickers are going to die! Hurry, bring your submachine gun, we're going to kill those bastard dogs!"

Seeing Svet also taking out a police-issue bulletproof vest, his wife anxiously tugged at him, "Please, don't go!"

"I'm a police officer, darling. I used to be powerless to kill drug traffickers; I could only watch them wreak havoc on our turf, and it pained me. But now the opportunity has come. Victor is here; Tijuana has hope!"

"The scales of victory tip in our favor; wait for my return."

"Love you guys!"

He kissed his wife and daughter and raised the gun, "Long live the great cause of drug elimination!!"

Then he rushed out the door.

...

Barouk's ears were ringing slightly as he stood up, trembling and looking around. Many bodies were lying on the ground, and the painstakingly piled sandbags had been blown... blown sky-high.

"Run... run..." the refugees who were employed by the drug traffickers were frantically yelling in terror, running around headlessly like scared chickens, knocking Barouk to the ground.

He saw a row of... small tanks?

Whizz whizz whizz~

Several missiles with tails flew past!

He didn't recognize the model, but he knew he had to run!

Barouk's pupils constricted; he wanted to see his kids, wanted to see his wife. He scrambled to his feet and ran towards the city.

But how could he outrun a missile? One hit in the midst of the crowd.

Tearing them to shreds!

This was a TOW anti-tank missile!

Using it on people was simply extravagant.

The 3.6 ton "Weasel" 1 airborne armored vehicle crushed the defensive positions, almost mocking the drug traffickers' delusions of grandeur.

The tracks made sure to roll over the dead bodies back and forth!

They didn't care who you were; resistance meant you were a drug trafficker!

With the "Weasel" leading the way, armored vehicles rushed into the city, transporting soldiers who moved according to assigned districts.

Sitting in the command vehicle, Zolf Sherman led 260 men and 6 "Weasels" towards Street of Hell, where drug traffickers gathered.

It was a name given by tourists.

Everyone knew that among the most dangerous cities in Mexico, Tijuana could certainly be listed, and in 1989 alone, over 200 tourists went missing here, with most of them concentrated on Street of Hell!

Even after the 21st century, many people traveling to Mexico were warned by local guides not to go near Street of Hell. Your next read is at empire

But sometimes people really are masochistic; the more you tell them not to go somewhere, the more they want to go!

In 2012, a family of four from the United States went missing on Street of Hell during their vacation, but because the father was an executive at an Internet company with considerable influence, the local police went searching.