Chapter 299 What human rights do drug dealers want? Find out about physical drug rehabilitation cent

Chapter 299 What human rights do drug dealers want? Find out about physical drug rehabilitation cent

The third division is stationed near Sinaloa, and it has already become like a wolf and a tiger!

After receiving the order to storm into the state of Jalisco, Rampage!

Compared with the artillery mass of the 1st Marine Division, the commander of the 3rd Marine Division Alexeyevich Brusilov was a "cavalry supremacy" person.

But now that there are no horses, there are tanks and armored vehicles!

The division has a total of 68 M48 medium tanks and 212 armored vehicles of various types, which still looks very crude.

After all, he is not a purebred tank division...

Viktor can't afford to keep purebreds, and there are only three to four hundred of them. Why, the maintenance costs are free?

Can the logistics keep up?

But even if the M48 medium tank is an antique, when the engine roars, it has the majesty of your grandfather.

Hundreds of cars are still very oppressive.

Division Commander Alexeevich Brusilov waved his hand and said, "Show the drug dealers the shock of the Northern Army!"

The tank group took the lead and rushed into the Sevoruko volcano area.

The drug guerrillas hiding in the cracks of the rocks opened their eyes and looked at the oncoming tanks, and the ground was shaken to the point of trembling.

This man was lying on the ground, and the little brother almost went "sun to earth" because of the sensitivity of the vibration.

The drug dealers' faces were pale and their hands and feet were weak with fear.

Of course there are people who can fight back generously in front of a group of tanks, but it's obviously not these drug dealers.

The guerrillas also rely on strong will. It is easy to fight against the wind. Nico can be a cheerleader standing behind with a gun. If there is a headwind...

"Run! Run quickly!"

The drug dealers couldn't bear the pressure and ran back. The leader scolded them, but his subordinates ran faster. Seeing that something was wrong, he cursed, stood up and ran away.

It is known that a person travels approximately one meter per second, which is 3.6 kilometers per hour!

The M48 medium tank is 48.3 kilometers/hour!

No matter how fast you run, you can't run faster than the engine!

boom!

The tank behind him had no morals and directly fired high-explosive shells with a 105mm rifled gun. One blast hit the rock next to it. The explosion was accompanied by a shock wave and "knocked" down the densely running drug dealers!

Okay...

The war has been going on till now, and we still don’t know how to disperse.

You deserve to be bombed.

Remember, when you are defeated in a battle, you must not gather together and run, as it is easy to be targeted and set fire.

The drug dealer leader clutched his chest. He was not dead, but he felt uncomfortable this time. His internal organs felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He rolled on the ground. His pupils shrank and he saw the tracks slowly approaching.

"Ah! Ah!"

You moved back in panic, but no matter how you screamed, the people above you couldn't hear you.

The crawler tracks pressed directly over my feet, and the screams stopped abruptly!

Facts have proved that people will not scream after they are dead.

They drove forward with flesh and blood stuck to their tracks. The infantry following behind them almost vomited. Most of the third division was new recruits.

Under the impact of the tank cluster, the guerrillas in the Sevoruko volcano area were basically unable to make an effective counterattack.

Those who counterattacked, and those who ran away after the fight, the tank group did not care, and left them all to the infantry behind them, while they continued their rampage!

As long as there is enough fuel, rush inside!

More than 300 armored vehicles of various types were divided into dozens of small groups and swept around!

According to the division commander Alexeevich Brusilov: This is called the flowering of cavalry, which will tear Jalisco into pieces!

Two M48 medium tanks rushed into a village at high speed, followed by about 20 people.

When the troops came in, the donkeys at the entrance of the village brayed, raised their heads, swung their tails and looked at these uninvited guests. A woman was feeding, and when she saw the tank, she screamed in horror.

The villagers who heard the sound hurriedly ran out and were stunned when they saw the heavily armed Northern Army.

A lieutenant climbed down from the tank. Wearing glasses, he looked them up and down, smelled them, and then said with a smile, "Don't worry, we are from the Northern Army, not drug dealers. Where is the village chief?"

Several villagers looked at each other, and one of them, a young man who looked very thin, raised his hand and said, "The village chief is behind, I'll call him."

The lieutenant looked at the others, "Where is this place?"

"Bayata Village!" someone answered.

The subordinate next to him spread out the map and found a location on it. It had exceeded the volcanic area and entered the Guadalaraja area. It was only 11 kilometers away from the workhouse! !

"We're a little out of touch. Do you want to wait for the main force?"

The captain nodded, turned his head and looked behind him. His face was full of fatigue. Even if he was riding in an off-road vehicle, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

"Recuperate on the spot, contact the company headquarters, and report our location." He said to the second lieutenant and deputy platoon leader beside him.

The other party responded, ran back to the tank and reported the coordinates.

The young man who ran away also came back, followed by an old man, stooped, blind in his left eye, and also using a cane and lame.

The lieutenant frowned. He didn't look like a village chief at all.

"When the village chief was young, he was beaten by a drug dealer and broke his hamstring." A villager next to him said.

Only then did the lieutenant suddenly realize.

"Hello, sir." The village chief stumbled a bit as he spoke. He raised his head and looked at the other person, then glanced at the tank, his voice still a little hoarse.

The lieutenant just thought he was nervous and waved his hand, "We need to rest here for a while and prepare some food for us. This is the cost."

As he spoke, he took out a wad of money and handed it over.

The village chief waved his hand vigorously, "No, no, no..."

"Here, our Northern Army is different from the previous troops. The general said that everything we have comes from the people, and we also come from the people. Therefore, we must consider it from the people's perspective and cannot trouble you. Even if we want to trouble you, we must Give you the proceeds of your labor.”

"The purpose of the Northern Army is to allow all compatriots in Mexico to enjoy fairness and respect!"

The lieutenant was obviously a scholar, and he kept making angry remarks. The villagers were startled when they heard this. The village chief's eyes flickered, and he accepted the money with a grin.

"Let's go, follow me to prepare food. Galiana, you and the officers will take a rest."

The woman who was feeding the donkey seemed to be afraid of the village chief and squeezed the basin hard.

After the village chief left, he whispered to the lieutenant, "Please follow me," and walked ahead with his head lowered.

The lieutenant didn't pay attention, just acted like he was shy and directed the tank to drive in.

Didn't notice anything...

In the darkness, an eye looked at them fiercely.

The girl led the troops to an open space in the center of the village and brought them chairs.

"Thank you~" the lieutenant smiled and took out a candy from his pocket and handed it over, "Here, have a taste."

"This is new from the Northern Candy Factory. It tastes great."

The girl hesitated.

The lieutenant stuffed it directly into her and patted his pocket, "There's a lot in it. If you don't have enough, ask me for more."

The other person lowered his head and stuffed the candy into his mouth. It was very sweet!

"They said your name is Glianna?"

The girl nodded.

"It's a beautiful name. In Spanish, it means pure baby. Your parents must love you very much."

"My parents are dead."

The lieutenant's face froze, and then he felt a little at a loss, "Sorry, sorry."

"It's okay, you... look like a student." This was the first time the girl asked actively.

The lieutenant nodded vigorously, "I attended Monterey Institute of Technology, but I dropped out during my sophomore year."

"Why?"

"I thought that my knowledge was completely incapable of saving my country. As I read more and more books and became more knowledgeable, I found that I was becoming more and more powerless."

"Every day when I open my eyes, I have to face drug dealers selling drugs in schools and look at the sick drug addicts on the streets. I feel that my motherland cannot be like this."

"I later believed in God, but I found out that the pastor who baptized me was actually taking drugs. Haha, in Mexico, when God comes, he has to sell drugs."

The lieutenant smiled mockingly, "Later I believed Victor." There was fanaticism in his eyes, "The general told me that we love Mexico deeply, so we have to rescue them. Both the north and the south are compatriots. Those drug traffickers, Chaebols and corrupt officials control tens of thousands of dollars, we should distribute this money to the poor!"

The girl Glianna opened her eyes, "Is it really...possible?"

"If you don't do it, it will never be possible. You can try any option on the road to saving the country, but the deep love for the country and the people can never be extinguished. This is what the general said."

Griana lowered her head and squeezed the wrapper of the candy in her hand tightly.

"Sir, sir, let's have some fruit first." The village chief and his people came up with fruits, including mangoes, avocados, and raspberries, which looked quite fancy.

"How embarrassing." The lieutenant stood up and refused quickly.

The village chief said very excitedly, "The Northern Army fought bloody battles for us. You should eat some fruit. You'll be fine."

This moved the lieutenant a little, and he thought for a moment, "Let's all join in."

"No, no, no, we... what we grow is for you to eat as you like." A middle-aged man shook his head nervously, standing straight or stiff, holding on to his clothes.

The lieutenant thought he was being polite, thanked the village chief, and took the raspberry and planned to stuff it into his mouth.

"Sir!" Galiana suddenly shouted.

The other party looked at her doubtfully and saw that she was nervous, "What's wrong?"

"this…"

The village chief's expression changed at the side, and he looked at the villagers in a gesture. Two tough women, who looked like they were big and thick, came up and dragged Greenanna, "She just wants you to slow down, sir."

"Okay, Gillian, help me make a meal and let the officers take a break." The shrew pulled the other person away.

Although the lieutenant thought it was strange, he just smiled.

Greenanna was dragged into a room by two shrews, who pushed her roughly to the ground. One of them pointed at her and yelled curses.

"You bastard, what do you want to do!"

The other one pretended to be a white face, squatted down and touched her hair, "Have you forgotten how your parents died? They were beaten to death by the Northern Army."

"But, they are drug dealers."

Who knew that before he finished speaking, he slapped him.

"You heartless person! Selling drugs. How can I support you if you don't sell drugs? How can you study? You have been studying for a few years and you have forgotten it, right?"

Griana lowered her head, like a doormat. Her parents were smuggled into the United States by the Northern Army when they were transporting drugs.

The bodies were beaten to pieces.

But as she grows up, she has her own understanding. Is it true that she can't live without selling drugs? !

This village is full of drug dealers.

Can…

I don't want to be a drug dealer!

I just want a stable life, I just want to teach, and I just want to see the world.

At this time, under the big tree in the center of the village.

The Northern Army ate the fruit without hesitation. The lieutenant had just thrown away the mango core when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

"Ouch, ouch..." The second lieutenant next to him fell to the ground and rolled over, screaming, and suddenly... he vomited blood, kicked his feet, and died with his eyes wide open.

The lieutenant was anxious, but the pain was unbearable. He knelt on the ground and heard a refreshing and heart-wrenching voice in his ears, "Why! What's wrong with us selling some drugs? We also have to live. No one wants avocados, mangoes are cheap, and food is even cheaper. We have to eat!"

"Why did you ruin our way of life!"

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

"You... you just... just want money, you are just greedy, you are just a running dog of desire!"

The village chief's face froze, and he grabbed the lieutenant's hair and pressed him to the ground, "What qualifications do you have to say me, you are like a dog now!"

"Kill you, kill you all!"

"Long live victory! Long live drug control!!! Victor! Long live!!!" The lieutenant roared.

And...

Goodbye... Mom.

The village chief took out a kitchen knife and chopped the lieutenant's neck hard, one, two, three times!

He chopped his head off!

He stood up with blood all over his face and wiped his face, "Stab all these northern soldiers to death!"

"What about the tanks?"

"Go contact the new generation of people in Jalisco, some of them can drive."

"When the time comes, they will definitely reward us with a lot of drugs, and we will get rich."

The village chief's face showed greed, "Jalisco does not belong to the government!"

...

In the village a few kilometers away from Balyata Village, the atmosphere was serious, and the crows on the tree branches were "standing at attention".

"Ready!"

A lieutenant raised his hand, and the northern soldiers behind him raised their guns, "Fire!"

A shout!

The gunshot rang out.

Dozens of men, women, old and young standing opposite were all shot to the bottom.

"Fix the bayonet!" The lieutenant shouted, and the soldiers stuck the bayonets and stabbed the villagers who fell to the ground!

Some people looked reluctant.

But military orders cannot be disobeyed!

Ludwig Beck watched this scene quietly, and he even said that he enjoyed the other party's wailing before death.

This is the fourth village he has massacred.

These villages have all found traces of drug planting and finished products without exception. This is unacceptable.

Kill them all!

His subordinates persuaded him, but Ludwig Beck only said, "I don't believe that they will not know in the same village. Killing them is just to let them reincarnate and have new choices. I am saving them."

Even if General Victor knew, he would say something good to me.

After making money from drugs, you really don't want to work. Working hard for a month is not enough to transport goods for drug dealers once.

The Northern Governor's Office has also thought about letting them reform, and even specially set up a place for them to work.

The result...

Speculation, lazy and greedy!

Drug addicts even steal gasoline from factories.

The disappointed general directly ordered them to be buried alive!

As for letting drug addicts quit drugs?

Physical detoxification is the easiest.

A bullet costs only a few cents.

The cost is low.

We have to control the cost. It is not easy for Victor to be the boss. So many people need to eat. The money saved will be very useful.

What human rights do drug dealers and addicts want.

"Captain, Captain!"

Just when Ludwig Beck was reading "Victor's Quotations", the deputy captain under him rushed over excitedly.

"In the Guadalajara Poor Hospital 9 kilometers away, someone saw the leader of Jalisco, nicknamed: Jose Armando the Cow, he has been with El Mencho!"

Ludwig Beck's eyes also lit up.

"Assemble!"

"Do you want to notify other brother troops?" asked the deputy captain.

Ludwig Beck hesitated, frowned, and shook his head, "This credit belongs to us. I feel bad if you let someone else take it."

Although the deputy company commander was a little nervous, after all, that was El Mencho, and the government offered a reward of more than 20 million US dollars!

If he knew about it but didn't report it, it would be fine if he was caught, but if he ran away...

Then everyone would be in trouble!

But no matter who it is, he actually has selfish motives. If he is caught, he, the deputy company commander, can at least become the deputy battalion commander!

Isn't it what it means to seek wealth and honor in danger?

"Then these bodies..."

"Leave them here, the infantry behind will collect the bodies, and what we have to do now is to capture El Mencho alive!"

"Happy 30th birthday to General Victor!"

Well...

Ludwig Beck is just uneducated. What's the point of celebrating 30 years old? Why don't you say birthday?

However, it can also be seen from the side that Victor has a lot of people in the army.

"Let the other platoons move closer to us!"

"We can't get in touch with Platoon C."

Ludwig Beck raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "When was the last time they got in touch?"

"About an hour ago, they were in Balyata Village."

"Something happened." Ludwig Beck felt bad.

According to his request, the company must contact the other party as soon as they arrive at the new area. The other party stayed in a village for an hour?

This must be a problem.

But on the other side was El Mencho.

"Take a platoon to find him, and the rest of you follow me!" Ludwig Beck said to the deputy company commander, "If it's really a problem in Balyata Village, kill him!"

Although the deputy company commander was a little unhappy, he still wanted to catch the other party himself.

But after all, he was not the chief officer, so he had no choice but to agree.

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