Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 777 - 428 Officer, I’ll lead the way!_3

777: Chapter 428: Officer, I’ll lead the way!_3

777 -428: Officer, I’ll lead the way!_3

“Anyway, if we’re going to starve to death sooner or later, might as well take the gamble!”

The words were crude, but the reasoning wasn’t…

Food prices in the market kept soaring.

The grain merchants, working in collusion with the drug traffickers, controlled the supply of corn, rice, and other staples.

Even as soldiers, their monthly salary wasn’t enough to afford a full ration to fill their stomachs.

And that’s not even counting taxes…

Things like the child tax…

For families with more than two children, the third one meant paying taxes.

Also the unmarried tax—anyone over the age of 18 who wasn’t married had to pay as well.

Since the Southern drug traffickers came to power, taxes had become a mess, their names absurd, and life was worse than that of a dog.

To the point many began to wander, and in many big cities…

Homeless people have long flooded the streets and alleys.

What the hell do drug traffickers know about running a country?

The Police Chief of Ravenna Town arrived with his people, and when he saw the battered entrance and the corpses inside, he froze for a moment.

But then, he flinched back and barked, “Charge in!

Kill the criminals!

For every one you kill, I’ll reward 2,000 US dollars.”

A heavy reward always draws brave men.

A group of police (drug traffickers) holding pistols in their hands edged closer cautiously.

They walked several meters, and since there wasn’t any gunfire, they began to feel emboldened.

One of them straightened up, standing tall—but just then a soldier hiding by the window popped out and opened fire.

No way to retreat; no place to hide.

They were like targets…

“Useless!

Idiots!

All of you get in there!

Go grab rocket launchers from the police station and blow them to hell…” the Police Chief roared furiously.

“Sir, rocket launchers might cause collateral damage.

The mayor and others are still inside,” a worker fleeing from within shouted as he ducked behind a vehicle, unable to hold back his cry after hearing the order.

After shouting, he shrunk back into hiding.

“I don’t care, just deal with them first.

If there’s trouble, I’ll take responsibility.” The Police Chief waved his hand resolutely.

He was determined to obliterate them.

Just as his underlings prepared to fetch the weapons, gunfire and shouting erupted from the edge of town.

Ravenna Town wasn’t actually big.

Calling it a town was generous—it was more of a village.

It covered barely three square kilometers…

“Chief!

Chief…!”

Someone came running in a panic, shouting, “Run!

The Northern Army is here, Victor’s forces have arrived.”

“What?!”

The Police Chief’s eyes widened, but then his body jolted as if electricity had run through him.

He bolted for his vehicle at lightning speed.

“Shit!

Get in the cars!

RUN!”

Two dozen officers scrambled in blind chaos.

“Wait for me!

Wait for me!” A town government worker frantically tried to climb into a vehicle, but someone—whose foot it belonged to, no one knew—kicked him off with a brutal shove.

He slammed hard onto the ground.

Before he could get up, another fleeing police car ran over his legs.

The snap of bones cracking was loud and crisp, eliciting a scream as he clutched his mangled limbs, writhing in agony.

Like a pitiful insect, he watched the cars speed away.

“Wait for me!

I’m not on the car yet…

I…

I’m not on the car!” he cried out with heart-wrenching desperation, but who would care about him now?

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The ground trembled and his terrified eyes fixed on the road up ahead.

BTR-80 armored personnel carriers charged in like unstoppable iron beasts—he didn’t know their specific model, but those steel hulks were brutal.

Absolutely savage!

The BTR-80 screeched to a halt as soldiers quickly disembarked from the back.

“Hands up!

Face down and don’t move!”

“I surrender!

I surrender, I’m just a town government worker!

I can lead the way, I know where the army is, I’ll guide you, please save me!”

With his hands raised, he begged.

“Don’t move.” The soldier pointed his rifle at him, glanced at the shredded flesh of his legs where bones protruded—and fragments had spilled onto the ground.

clearly beyond saving.

But still, the soldier called for a medic behind him.

Meanwhile, the “rebel soldiers” inside the town government also emerged, swallowing nervously at the sight of the heavily armed Guard Battalion before them.

“You’re the Border Sentinels?” Harold Alexander, the Colonel, looked them over.

The diminutive Slim’s gaze burned intensely as he locked eyes on the Colonel’s insignia.

Snapping to attention, he saluted, “Sir!”

Harold raised an eyebrow.

He could see admiration in Slim—a glimmer of respect for rank, and not a shred of fear in his eyes, only fiery exhilaration.

Harold liked soldiers with guts like this.

“What’s your name?”

“William Joseph Slim, sir.”

“I’ll remember your name.

Are you willing to lead the way?

After the battle, I’ll bring you into my Guard Battalion with honors.”

Slim’s eyes lit up like stars.

His chest swelled with emotion, the surge rushing to his head—finally, he had found his patron.

“Sir, follow me.

I know a small path leading to Turang Xingge’s slums.

From there, we can storm inside and liberate them directly.”

See that…

He was itching for the fight even more than Harold.

Glancing at his watch, Harold Alexander gave orders: “Report to the military department: my unit captured Ravenna Town at 9:03.

Now advancing toward Turang Xingge, requesting aerial reconnaissance and reinforcement from follow-up troops.”

“Brothers!”

Standing atop the armored car, he rallied them.

“The drug traffickers flee like pigs and dogs; they’re in chaos and disarray.

We’ll pursue them, storm Turang Xingge, and claim the honor for the General!”

“LOYALTY!!”

The shout of loyalty from the Guard Battalion shook the heavens.

Most of them were veterans from the original 5th Division—a unit that earned more pay and benefits, eager for the chance to fight.

Gradually shaping themselves into professional soldiers, they verged on exhilaration at the scent of battle!

William Joseph Slim and his brothers-in-arms were swept by this spirit of valor, joining the collective cries fervently.

Leaving a company behind, the rest charged toward Turang Xingge.

Beep-beep-beep~

The pulse of machines echoed through the 5th Army headquarters, which doubled as the capital’s garrison command.

Phones kept ringing incessantly.

“Commander, Colonel Harold Alexander captured Ravenna Town,” a staff officer reported, holding intelligence in hand.

“That fast?

How many minutes?” Goodrian was visibly surprised.

The Deputy Commander, Luigi Cardona, checked the clock.

“If we discount travel time, two minutes.

Encountered virtually no resistance.”

Goodrian’s eyes gleamed with joy, but his demeanor remained calm, nodding firmly.

“Then our assumptions were correct—the drug traffickers don’t have the resolve to fight.

Order the follow-up troops to continue advancing.”

Holding a red flag representing their side, he planted it firmly over Pachuca.

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Meanwhile, Turang Xingge descended into chaos—the policemen retreating from the south had brought the news along with them.

Their panic-stricken appearance didn’t go unnoticed on the streets.

And they made no effort to hide…

Some even shouted from the police cars, “The Northern Army is here!”

People of this sort, wherever found, tend to be the first ones eliminated…

Turang Xingge’s militia consisted of 400 armed personnel—a typical feature of Southern drug traffickers, reliant on local militias raised jointly by wealthy elites, government officials, and common citizens to sidestep the high costs of regular troops.

It bore striking similarities to the armed forces of the chaotic Republic era.

In the past, Mexico had organized militias to fend off drug trafficker incursions, but now they were twisted into tools for suppressing local dissent and resisting the Northern Army.

If the militias could hold out long enough, reinforcements would arrive…

Or so Yucatan claimed—but faith in their promises was scarce among the militias.

When word spread that Victor was advancing, the wealthy fled first, followed by government institutions.

As for the militia—the moment their 400 men finally mustered courage to resist, guess what?

Their leader was gone.

“Shit!

Everyone’s running—what the hell are we fighting for?

Surrender, surrender!”

“Yeah, surrender!”

“Screw this, I’m done…”

Among the 400, some clamored for surrender while others bolted.

Fight?

What for?

When Colonel Harold Alexander stormed into Turang Xingge through the slum’s hidden paths, what greeted him was a wasteland…

Battered stalls and scattered rubbish all over.

Local apartment buildings had even hung up “Victor semi-portraits” as flags.

Harold fell silent instantly.

Exchanging wide-eyed glances with William Joseph Slim.

“Where is everyone?”

…