Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 745 - 415 Food Supervision Officer Such a Familiar Scene!

745: Chapter 415: Food Supervision Officer: Such a Familiar Scene!

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745 -415: Food Supervision Officer: Such a Familiar Scene!

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He stepped forward immediately, “What are you waiting for, execute them!”

Pointing at the two hundred men, “Kill them all!

If one makes noise, everyone pays!”

The soldiers hesitated for a moment since it was the first time for the Rookie to kill prisoners, but the veterans from the 5th Battalion, standing by, had done it many times, handling a GAU-19 three-barreled machine gun on the parked Humvee.

Bullets, draped along its side.

A veteran pulled the Rookie down and took his place, grinning maliciously as he sprayed the formation with bullets.

Rat-tat-tat…rat-tat-tat-tat!!

The bullets sparked in the dark night, cutting through the rain and mowing down a swath.

The soldiers nearby were startled and hurriedly backed away, fearing they might be hit by mistake.

This GAU-19 machine gun is very decisive.

Known as the “merciful killer” worldwide, you barely feel any pain, sometimes just a mosquito bite, then nothing at all.

“Ah!

Help!

Help, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!!”

“I surrender!

I surrender!

I didn’t resist, please don’t kill me!!”

200 people were entirely implicated, many died while still kneeling and begging for mercy.

Other gang members’ gathering spots were thrown into chaos upon hearing the shots, but were promptly subdued.

Without geographical advantage, the gang members were like stray dogs, not even daring to bark.

Click-

The GAU-19 machine gun stopped as the ammo chain ran out.

The scene before them was a mess, bodies strewn everywhere, blood rivers merging with rainwater running past the Rookie’s feet, the thick scent of blood in the air made many soldiers nauseous.

“Swallow it down!

Anyone who vomits will stay prostrate tonight, eating it!” yelled a nearby company commander, and many were heard forcibly swallowing.

Goodrian looked at Luigi Cardona with satisfaction, admiring his decisiveness, he walked over and patted the shoulder of the veteran who had opened fire, not saying a word, but such a pat was enough to excite the latter.

This meant he was remembered.

There would be advantages for him in the future.

After the leader left, the person in charge at the site waved his hand, and two military shovel trucks came up, shoveled up the bodies, then dumped them in transport trucks, likely to be buried elsewhere.

Victor’s men were quite adept at this.

They even helped with the aftermath…

When Victor learned that Kima Huakan Slum had been liberated, he was thrilled, pacing back and forth in the office, his face turning red as he praised repeatedly, “Goodrian, the Tiger of Mexico!”

“Prepare the car, we’ll go to the slum and have a look.”

Casare quickly intervened, advising, “Boss, it’s still unsafe in the slum, we don’t know who might be hiding there, let’s wait till daylight, and besides… the 5th Division is still dealing with the aftermath, our presence might hinder their work.”

That was something only Casare would dare to say.

No one else would.

Victor thought about it and indeed found it reasonable, but still felt uneasy, Casare quickly suggested, “We can visit the civilian settlement area.”

“Okay, you make the arrangements, no need to inform the others.”

“Great!”

Casare went to make arrangements, and by the time Victor came down in his coat bearing the Marshal Rank insignia, the Special Service had already prepared the vehicles.

The convoy of five cars headed towards the “Alexander Civilian Settlement.”

The place was somewhat far from the city center, located at the outskirts, about a forty-minute drive.

Upon arrival, rows of tents spread far and wide were seen.

These civilians were to be transferred for resettlement the next day since Mexico City now had many vacant houses.

“Who’s there!” a sentry spotted them and shouted.

George Smiley ran over to check the password, then brought over the sentry who, upon seeing Victor, saluted excitedly, “General!”

“Not too cold tonight, I hope,” Victor said with a smile as he tightened the man’s coat.

“Not cold!”

“Young man, take good care of yourself, carry on, I’m just going to look around, no need to inform your leaders.”

The sentry nodded vigorously.

Victor, smiling, handed him a cigarette, which the sentry, feeling mixed emotions, carefully tucked into his pocket, planning to keep it as a souvenir to boast about later.

Victor, leading his group, entered the temporary settlement.

The heavy rain made it eerily quiet.

“Hmm?” His eyes caught sight of two barefoot children in the rain, clueless, the slightly older one clutching the other tightly.

He frowned and walked over with his umbrella to cover them, “Little ones, why are you not resting on such a rainy night?”

Seeing the group of adults approach, the two children tensed up, the girl kept her head low like a quail, and the boy, although scared, stood in front of his sister, stammering, “We… we don’t know where to stay, we have… no… our tent.”

Victor’s expression darkened.

“Who’s in charge here?

Bring them to me!”

Someone from his entourage quickly ran into the rain to fetch the person.

Looking at the shivering siblings, Victor opened his raincoat and took off his military jacket with the Marshal insignia to dress the little girl, who looked bewilderedly at her brother.

“Wear this, don’t catch a cold.”

Next to him, Casare also removed his jacket to dress the boy.

The aide soon returned.

“Where’s the person?!” Casare asked.

The aide grimaced as if he had eaten something disgusting, pointing to the innermost military tent, “Inside, drinking.”