Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Call the DEA guys up too."

Victor stopped Casare, who was about to give the order, said with a smile, "If there's credit to be had, let's let Mr. Jonathan Pannier get in on it, take their men to the biggest passage marked."

Casare immediately understood the boss's intention.

Let DEA and CBP (U.S. Customs and Border Protection) hash it out; CBP, being a branch under the United States Department of Homeland Security, had its Special Forces.

"The tunnel is rather narrow and not suited to large-scale combat; should we get some other kind of weapon?"

"Like?" Victor asked, raising an eyebrow, always feeling that this guy couldn't come up with anything good.

"Dichlorodiethyl Sulfide!"

Casare stared at Victor, speaking very seriously.

"You trying to get me into a military court?" Victor couldn't help but laugh.

"If there are any drug traffickers left alive, maybe they could sue, but if we kill them all, wouldn't there be no victims?"

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What a great idea!

Victor didn't know which way the doors of the military court opened, but with subordinates like this, he'd eventually have to face it.

"Get out of here, we adhere to morals!"

Victor took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped, "But... perhaps the drug traffickers will bring their own Dichlorodiethyl Sulfide to deal drugs, and then accidentally drop it, right?"

"Are you saying that's right?"

Casare laughed, nodded, "I'll get in touch with Mr. Jonathan Pannier right now."

Drug traffickers carrying Dichlorodiethyl Sulfide with them would make sense, wouldn't it?

Yeah!

It does make sense.

"Hey! Zolf Sherman! Get your men and the Dichlorodiethyl Sulfide..." Casare shouted loudly.

Victor grabbed a shoe and threw it at him, "Keep your voice down, idiot."

Casare turned around with an embarrassed laugh, perhaps too excited, led astray by the boss, the more brutally the drug traffickers died, the more relieved he felt!

Victor stood on the steps, lit up a cigarette, and gazed into the distance at Morning Star, twinkling vigorously in the darkness.

It turned out...

The path of drug enforcement was not just about opposing drug traffickers, but the whole world!

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"Just go for it!"

"Anyone who blocks my path in drug enforcement, that motherfucker is my enemy!"

...

Jonathan Pannier was jolted awake by a phone call in a daze.

When he heard about the discovery of a "large drug trafficker's tunnel," he leapt out of bed, grabbed his clothes, and rushed out of the dormitory, buttoning up while knocking on the doors of his colleague's rooms.

"No more sleeping! We've got a mission!"

By the time he got downstairs, the other employees of the DEA's Mexico division were also groggily coming down, only six in all—originally there had been twelve, but three were transferred away; it really was too terrifying!

They say Camarena's death made the drug traffickers too scared to offend the DEA, but it was because his death was too gruesome!

If there was a shootout on the road and DEA agents were killed, that was also a possibility.

Drug traffickers are drug traffickers after all!

Desperados, they only fear you, they don't get scared of you, and if you dare cut off their money, have you thought about that?

However, ever since they had an external member "Victor," things were different.

If we DEA can't handle it in Mexico, I'll just call for people!

Upon seeing everyone had arrived, Jonathan Pannier led them to board a "Bell 212" helicopter, sponsored by the Mexican Drug Enforcement Agency.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

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The propellers made noises as the helicopter shot up into the sky.

"Our mission this time is to work with the Mexican Anti-Drug Force to sweep one of the large tunnels. What you need to do is talk less and learn more! See how they enforce drugs." Jonathan Pannier said.

The employees looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

After circling for over 40 minutes, the helicopter finally reached a jungle in the Baja California area close to the northern part of Sonora State.

When they got down, there were already hundreds of people busy below, with military dogs in tow.

"Mr. Jonathan!" Casare smiled and greeted.

Jonathan Pannier showed sufficient respect to this favorite of Victor's, shaking hands with him and forcing a smile, "May I ask how this tunnel was discovered?"

"This place is so remote..."

Casare looked at him oddly, brother, your people have been infiltrated, and you're still enforcing drugs here, charging ahead while others steal from your home base.

But some things are not suitable to be said out loud.

You can't just say it was confiscated from the people killed at the border agency.

"We found it at a drug trafficker's hideout through our intelligence agency."

Jonathan Pannier always felt like the other party was hiding something.

"Casare, we found the tunnel!" Zolf Sherman shouted from afar.

Fat Casare hurried over.

Jonathan Pannier turned to the employees, "Everyone, learn well!"

When they reached Zolf Sherman's location, they saw a military dog frantically barking in front of a rock; several officers pushed the rock aside forcefully, revealing a hole about 1.6 meters deep.

"Let's go in and have a look."

An EDM officer explored a few meters inside, "Sir, there's a cavity below!"

A group of people entered, and as Casare leaned in, he saw a cliff with two steel ladders hanging beside it. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a loud commotion and then saw two heads poke out from around the bending corner below.

They also spotted the group above; startled, they drew their guns and started shooting!

"Look out!!"

Casare shouted, pulling Zolf Sherman and Jonathan Pannier behind him.