Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chasing the low-flying aircraft, sweeping behind the exhaust.

The escorting Warthog A-10 pulled toward the sky, shot up into the clouds, then turned gracefully and within just a few seconds, nosedived back down to meet the high-caliber machine gun bullets with its own 30mm GAU-8 7-barrel Gatling cannon, countering the enemy fiercely.

The true romance of a real man is standing face-to-face with gunfire!

Ye Jihuan gritted his teeth, crawled low, rolled sideways, and approached the bunker, shouting, "Blow you to hell!"

He yanked the hand grenade from his waist, which naturally pulled the pin as he tore it off his belt. Boldly counting to three, he tossed it backhandedly into the bunker's entrance and crouched down, covering his head.

Boom!

"Ah!!!" Several screams emanated from within the bunker, and seizing the opportunity, Ye Jihuan roared, sprinting to the shooting hole—a horizontal slit about 30 cm high—and unleashed a barrage of gunfire.

The cramped space inside couldn't shield the seven or eight drug traffickers, who were all gunned down!

Ye Jihuan clicked his rifle, replaced the magazine, and shouted for his comrades to follow as he charged toward Casa de Janos city with his weapon at the ready.

Behind him, an engine roared to life. An M48 medium tank crashed into the already shattered city wall. Being a tank, it demolished the unstable wall, surging forward amid the bricks.

The 7.62mm M73 machine gun swept wildly.

Startle them first.

So fierce…

Ye Jihuan watched, agape, as the tank rampaged forward, crushing anyone in its path and aiming its gun barrel directly at their faces.

However, leaping around the battlefield made it an easy target.

A rocket whistled through the air, striking its side; the thin armor ignited instantly. The tank paused briefly before smashing into a nearby shop…

Already unstable, the impact caused its ammunition to detonate, blowing the three-story building askew. Ye Jihuan saw a panicked drug trafficker leap from the upper floor. The trafficker had barely hit the ground before a rock crushed him.

The grotesque scene pinned him to the ground, drenched in blood!

"Squad leader, squad leader…"

Intermittent cries behind him made Ye Jihuan turn to see a comrade lying on the ground, his lower leg blown off. His scalp tingled as he rushed over to drag the wounded man by his bulletproof vest to safety.

"Hang in there! Hang in there!"
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Ye Jihuan pulled gauze from a pocket on his arm and wrapped the wound, then shouted, "Medic! Medic!"

A medic, hearing the commotion, ran over with a medical kit, administered an adrenaline shot to sustain life, and lifted the injured soldier to run to safety.

But they hadn't run more than a few meters when an unidentified mortar round exploded right where they stood, blasting them into the air…

Ye Jihuan clenched his teeth and, turning his head, continued charging with his machine gun toward the city.

Troops surged in behind him like a tidal wave!

Planes flew overhead; the pilots glanced down.

Thousands swarmed into Casa de Janos city.

Those with a fear of crowds would be terrified on the spot.

Inside the city...

La Dasa Villa.

"Let's go, husband, our child is still small. We need to run, the Northern Army is coming," a woman cried, pulling a man desperately.

This man was Tosio Cartwright, somewhat associated with Guzman—his mother was Guzman's aunt, which meant her husband was Guzman's uncle, though he was a stepchild.

He had trafficked drugs with Guzman and had some capabilities. When "God's Battalion" was formed, he led a regiment independently. But when the Northern Army penetrated Sinaloa, he fled…

"Run? Where to?" Tosio Cartwright murmured despondently.

"To the United States, let's go to the United States!" his wife insisted fiercely. "Do you want us all to get caught by Victor? Are you just going to watch us die?"

"Getting caught…"

Tosio Cartwright shuddered, fear flickering in his eyes. He looked down at his wife and stroked her face. "You can't get caught."

Thinking he had reconsidered, she nodded vigorously.

But suddenly, his pupils contracted; Tosio Cartwright shoved the gun barrel into her mouth. "You can't get caught!"

Bang!

Her cheek exploded.

He pushed his wife away, entered the house, and tremblingly aimed a handgun at the child smiling and reaching from a rocking chair, adorably wanting a hug…

"Ah!!!!"

Tosio Cartwright aimed the gun at his temple and decisively pulled the trigger, his skull flying apart.

He lay on the ground, his gaze scattered, plunging into darkness.

If I were not a drug trafficker…

I would be holding my child right now, kissing his cheek.

But…

I am a drug trafficker.

The sound of the gunshot terrified the baby, who cried loudly.

Echoing the roaring gunfire outside!

The drug traffickers in the city resisted fiercely, but once the 9th Regiment's tanks and armored vehicles rolled in, the outcome was sealed.

"Rest for thirty minutes, 9th Regiment, assemble and charge Hanous!"

Ye Jihuan sat on the ground, gasping for breath, the orders from the regiment headquarters coming through his headset. He tried to drink from his canteen but found it empty.

"Here, drink mine." A hand reached out.

He looked up to see a reporter standing in front of him?

With the words 'PRESS' on his bulletproof vest, followed by a cameraman and two armed soldiers.

"Thank you."

"Are you of Asian descent?" the reporter asked, eyes brightening, "Why did you join the military?"

…

Guadalupe Island.

"Cafeteria No. 1".

Just an ordinary fast food restaurant.

But this place was a favorite among military academy students, because its owner, a veteran, had portraits of Victor and anti-drug campaign flyers on his walls.

At that moment, Victor's godson Santos, wearing a military uniform without rank, looked up at the television.

It was the 9th Regiment besieging Casa de Janos city!

The war correspondent was broadcasting live.

The camera caught scenes of smoke and people falling, only to rise and charge again.

The TV narrator spoke with a heavy tone.

"When the whole world stood by, letting us fend for ourselves, the Northern Army was already in action, executing the drug traffickers plaguing our nation to the extreme. A war of national liberation was underway in Chihuahua State, Durango State, Coahuila State… We are coming, and the blood of drug traffickers will nourish every piece of desert land until victory blossoms. The sacrifices of the warriors will be honored and remembered, may Victor protect, warriors, safe travels!"

Santos muttered to himself, "Safe travels."

"Taking Casa de Janos city, we are less than 300 kilometers away from facing Juarez directly," said his childhood friend Campos, sitting across from him. "A more brutal battle is approaching."

"I have already applied for the Reserve, and if the principal agrees, I could be training with the National Guard as early as next month," Santos suddenly said.

"What? You... you're still a student, there's no need to rush this," Campos widened his eyes.

"I want to help Mr. Victor, even if it's just to maintain local peace. I asked my father yesterday, and he permitted my bravery in my dreams."

Campos opened his mouth, scratching his head, "Then I'm going too!"

Santos looked up to see him grinning, "We're the best of pals, I can't lag too far behind. I don't want to have to call you 'sir' when I see you next."

"Let's see who gets a commendation first!"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

The two men… laughed cheerfully.

The one-armed, smoking owner sat beside them, watching the scene with a hint of nostalgia in his gaze.

The sunlight from outside fell.

The twilight streamed in, frame by frame, capturing this moment here.

Fresh blood of Victor's warriors was growing.

The war on drugs will definitely be victorious!

It must be victorious!

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