Working as a police officer in Mexico

"We're not heading to Morelia," he suddenly spoke up, "Order Company A to expedite and seize the El Infeini Reservoir, construct defensive fortifications there; Company B, advance and lock down the suburban railway station in Kadio, it's a transportation hub, drug traffickers bound for Morelia will definitely pass through here." "Company C, follow me to hold the western Loruyue Mountain." The aide beside him noted the orders and marked them on the map, "Commander, aren't we going to Morelia to assist?" "The allied forces from Jalisco will go; we just need to hold out until the reinforcements arrive," Ludwig Becker remained remarkably calm. A battalion facing the drug traffickers' reinforcements from several western cities—if they couldn't hold, then all the strategies were trash. He patted his chest where his will was kept. Always ready to be prepared for sacrifice. "The country is thus in peril, let it begin with me!" The American advisors among the drug traffickers were also furious. Suddenly, the situation had turned pathetic. Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, responsible for the southern drug traffickers, immediately issued orders after the attack in Morelia. Surround the capital with all possible forces! He even mobilized drug traffickers from the neighboring state. Even the air force was dispatched. The Yanks were generous this time, supporting with six F-16 fighters, of course, for a price. Currently, the government was also negotiating with the south about exclusive rights to mining resources and natural gas, meaning selling these to an American consortium, which would bring in more investment. Of course, drug traffickers can't pilot such advanced third-generation fighter jets. Thoughtfully, they recruited "amateur" pilots. Six F16s took off from Guerrero State Airport heading toward Morelia, aiming to intercept the Northern Army's bomber fleet. Both parties met in the air above the target. Escorting the bomber fleet was Mexico's 2nd Squadron, led by Hans-Ulrich Rudel, nicknamed "Cannon Bird"! He and three other F16 escorts, seeing the enemy approaching on radar, immediately broke off and charged towards the enemy! 4 vs. 6! Victor's soldiers never fear a challenge! "Evasive maneuvers!" "Defensive left turn!" "Visual on enemy, fire at will!" "R31 off the rail!" Watching the incoming missile, Hans-Ulrich Rudel performed a barrel roll, the missile passing close to his stomach, he pressed the firing button, sending an AIM-120 missile hurtling toward the target. The opponent was also a veteran; he performed a climbing dive, the pilot inside sharply scanning his surroundings, hearing his team's calls on the earpiece. "Enemy at your 8 o'clock, 1 kilometer!" Passing through the clouds, the constant high-altitude alarm ringing, before he could react, he saw an F16 charging menacingly towards him. As if they were both headed for mutual destruction. Frightened, he quickly rolled, hastening to escape! The two cockpits passed side by side, both able to see the enemy opposite. Whoosh~! The engines blasted, the air tore, and the sonic boom continued! Ten planes engaged in an aerial battle above Morelia. Below, civilians hearing the noise gaped at the sky. They didn't understand tactics. But knew... Fierce mutual anticipation! Suddenly, boom, a fireball exploded in the sky, a novice plummeting down. "Hit! Hit!" "Who, who hit who?" A group hurriedly asked around, but the planes all looked nearly identical, who could tell clearly. "Beautifully done!" Hans-Ulrich Rudel, shouting in the channel, "Enemy exchange!" He charged towards an F16 he had been eyeing. The enemy had no more missiles left, could only start strafing with cannon fire, he boldly faced the incoming fire, performed a classic "falling leaf" maneuver, quickly changed course, circled behind to lock on! "Locked! Locked! Locked!" "Whoosh!!" Pressed the button, the enemy plane had no reaction, shot to pieces at close range! 4 to 4 now!! In a short time, two F16s were downed, those guys began to get nervous, losing their numerical advantage, and it seemed like the enemy's combat skills were superior. After a few minutes of dogfighting, they ordered the retreat. They had to flee, or they'd all be killed. Hans-Ulrich Rudel didn't pursue, the plane executed defensive maneuvers in the air, allowing the bombers to continue striking the target! Bay doors open! Dropping two BLU-82 bombs! Have a taste of something big, drug traffickers! Your granddad may not have much, but he's got plenty of bombs. Boom!! It dawned! August 9, 1945, in Japan saw such significant light before. But back then, the Japanese were quite enthusiastic.