Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 422 - 298: What human rights do drug traffickers deserve? Learn about physical detox centers!_3

The lieutenant’s heart raced, but the pain was unbearable as he knelt on the ground. Suddenly, he heard a piercing scream, "Why! What’s wrong with selling some drugs? We need to survive too, nobody wants avocados, mangos are cheap, and grain is even cheaper. We need to eat!"

"Why do you want to ruin our way of life!"

The lieutenant turned his head and saw the village head with a ferocious face, loudly asking.

"You... you just... just want money, you are just greedy, you are nothing but a hound of desire!"

The village head’s face stiffened, he grabbed the lieutenant’s hair and smashed his head to the ground, "What right do you have to judge me, you’re like a dog right now!"

"Kill you all, wipe you all out!"

"Long live victory! Long live the drug prohibition!!! Victor!!!" the lieutenant roared.

And then...

Goodbye... Mother.

The village head pulled out a cleaver and swung it down at the lieutenant’s neck, once, twice, thrice!

Decapitating him completely!

Bloodied, he stood up and wiped his face, "Stab all these Northern Army soldiers to death!"

"What about the tank?"

"Contact the new generation in Jalisco, they have people who can operate it."

"They will definitely reward us with a lot of drugs, we’re going to be rich."

The village head’s face showed his greed, "Jalisco doesn’t belong to the government!"

...

A few kilometers away from Bal Yata village, the atmosphere was tense, even the crows on the tree branches were at "attention".

"Ready!"

A lieutenant raised his hand, the Northern Army behind him raised their guns, "Fire!"

A furious shout!

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Gunshots rang out.

Dozens of men, women, and children standing across were shot down.

"Fix bayonets!" the lieutenant commanded, and the soldiers attached their bayonets, stabbing the fallen villagers.

Some looked reluctant.

But military orders could not be disobeyed!

Ludwig Becker watched silently, even taking pleasure in the cries of the dying.

This was already the fourth village that he had decimated.

All these villages invariably found traces of drug cultivation, and even finished products. This couldn’t continue.

Kill them all!

His subordinates tried to reason with him, but Ludwig Becker had only one phrase, "I don’t believe for a second that the same village didn’t know, killing them is just giving them a chance to reincarnate, offering them a new choice, I’m saving them."

Even if General Victor knew, he would commend me.

Once you’ve tasted the money from drugs, you really don’t want to work. A month of labor doesn’t earn nearly as much as one transport for a drug trafficker.

The Northern Governor’s Office even thought about letting them reform, specifically setting up a facility for work.

But what happened…

They exploited loopholes, were lazy and unproductive!

Drug addicts even stole gasoline to drink from the factory.

Disappointed, the general ordered them to be buried alive!

As for getting drug addicts to quit?

Physical detox was the easiest.

A bullet costs only a few cents.

It’s cost-effective.

Cost control is crucial, and it’s not easy for Victor to be in charge, so many mouths to feed, this money saved is put to greater use.

What human rights do the drug traffickers and addicts deserve.

"Lieutenant, lieutenant!"

While Ludwig Becker was reading "Victor’s Quotations," his excited deputy company commander rushed over.

"Nine kilometers away at the Guadalajara Relief House, someone saw the boss of Jalisco, nicknamed ’Mother Cow’ Jose Armando, he’s always with El Mencho!"

Ludwig Becker’s eyes also lit up.

"Gather up!"

"Do we notify other brother units?" asked the deputy company commander.

Ludwig Becker hesitated, furrowed his brows, and shook his head, "This honor is ours, I can’t stand letting others take it."

Although the deputy company commander was a bit anxious, after all, that’s El Mencho, with a government bounty of over 20 million US dollars!

If they failed to report it and caught him, it would be fine, but if he escaped…

That would be too much for everyone to bear!

But everyone has their own motives, and if caught, he, the deputy company commander, could at least get promoted to deputy battalion commander!

Isn’t the saying ’fortune favors the bold’?

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"Leave them here, the infantry coming behind will take care of them, what we need to do right now is to capture El Mencho alive!"

"To celebrate General Victor’s 30th birthday!"

Hmm…

Ludwig Becker was uneducated, what 30th birthday celebration, why not say birthday.

But, it also indirectly showed Victor’s popularity in the army.

"Have other platoons move closer to us!"

"Can’t contact Platoon C."

Ludwig Becker raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "When was the last contact?"

"About an hour ago, they were in Bal Yata village."

"There’s trouble," Ludwig Becker felt uneasy.

According to his instructions, a platoon must make contact upon reaching a new area, staying in a village for an hour?

Definitely something wrong.

But on the other side was El Mencho.

"You take a platoon to find them, the rest follow me!" Ludwig Becker told the deputy company commander, "If it really is a problem with Bal Yata village, slaughter them!"

The deputy company commander, although somewhat reluctant—he wanted to catch the man himself.

But after all, he wasn’t the commanding officer, there was no helping it, rank pulls rank, and he had to reluctantly agree.

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