Working as a police officer in Mexico

Morelia could only be described as fraught with tension. Manstein's Fourth Battalion was still mighty in combat. The barracks were blockaded by armored vehicles at the gates, all the drug traffickers inside, who were resting, were wiped out! And that TV station and town hall were just two kilometers away, where the drug traffickers were stubbornly holding out! Alright... Now only craters remained! Two BLU-82 bombs were dropped. Damn... They completely leveled the place! What was once a modernized city had turned into scorched earth. The Northern Mexican Army was just that plain and simple, known for a bad temper. The ten-story TV station was directly bombed into collapse, air filled with the dust of crushed stone and rubble. The reassembled soldiers of the Fourth Battalion stood atop the ruins, their eyelids trembling. A lieutenant, leading his men searching for "survivors," saw a bloodied hand reaching out from the rubble. He went over and kicked it hard, sending the hand flying several meters away! "Corporal, there's definitely no one alive here; they've all evaporated," said a corporal behind him, warily scanning the surroundings as he spoke in a hushed tone. The lieutenant was about to respond when he suddenly stopped; he heard a noise! "There's someone, dig them out!" The soldiers behind him quickly dispersed in pairs, scouring the wreckage once more. Soon, they discovered several drug traffickers buried within. "Platoon leader, over here!" The lieutenant ran over and saw people buried in a collapsed area that formed a triangle; because of the angle, they hadn't died but were caught in place. However, they were clearly disoriented, groaning subconsciously. They saw shadows and stretched out their hands, pleading for help. The lieutenant glanced at the corporal beside him, who sneered and pulled back the bolt of an M249 machine gun, aiming it at the entrance of the cavity and pulled the trigger! At this moment, you're appointed as close-range bullet observers! Ratatatat! Headshots, blowing everything to pieces – if black people saw this, they might think it was racism, resembling a watermelon too closely. "Continue the search, kill any survivors!" "Yes, sir!" These two BLU-82 bombs had almost killed 400 armed militants, utterly annihilating their capability to fight. Only a few drug traffickers remained, desperately trying to fight back using the terrain. The drug traffickers could not possibly give up Morelia! In the suburbs of Kadio, on the western side of Michoacan at the train station, the 16th Regiment's Company B quickly wiped out the drug trafficking defense force there, blowing up the train tracks with bombs! No reinforcements were allowed to advance! "Get off! On foot!" commanded the U.S. military adviser accompanying them. The train doors swung open, and the drug traffickers, holding their weapons, ran down and headed toward their destination on foot at the behest of their leader. "The Northern Mexican Army has definitely set up a defense line ahead; we've got to get past it by going around!" Adviser Wilson was frowning, drawing lines on a map beside his companion. "We're still more than 200 kilometers from the capital! Running there, you think the drug traffickers are superheroes?" His companion glared at him, questioning. Wilson fell silent instantly. That distance... Their legs would be worn down to the bone. Over 200 kilometers is actually quite close if traveling by train, plane, or car – any of which would take only an hour or two at most, but running... it would take days. By the time they arrived, it would be too late even to collect the bodies. "The planes! The Northern Army's planes are here!" While a few American advisers were still debating "what to eat tonight," a vigilant drug trafficker shouted loudly, his voice booming through a megaphone, "Take cover! Take cover!" Wilson and the others quickly looked up, only to see seven or eight black dots approaching. "What's that?" "B-24!!!" His companion, peering through binoculars, exclaimed upon catching sight of them. This thing... It started development in 1939, entered service in 1941, and saw combat action. The B-24 was the most-produced large bomber in the United States during World War II and was extensively used, with an output of 19,000 units establishing its position in the history of aviation. The B-24 bomber was not only a war participant in Europe but also an "air overlord" over the vast seas and skies of Africa and Asia. Don't let its age fool you. It's aging like fine wine! "Where's the anti-air defense?" A U.S. mercenary scrambled to pick up a Stinger missile launcher. Aiming it toward the "Overlord" flying above. But... Most man-portable anti-vehicle weapons were weapons of desperation, used only when there was no other choice. If it's possible to fight a vehicle with a vehicle, even a light one against a heavy one, or support against a main battle vehicle, you shouldn't rely on that stick in your hand! Theory and practice are two different things. If you hit a helicopter, count yourself lucky. The Soviet Union claimed the Stinger had only a 10% hit rate. That might be an exaggeration. But aiming for a bomber? A fool's dream! They don't entangle with you; they simply drop "takeout" from up high. The Yanks started running, though they didn't know what was being dropped, but anything dumped by a bomber couldn't possibly be cigarettes. "Eight incendiary napalm bombs of 75 gallons each, covering the entire area!" Buzzzzzzz! Napalm bombs rained down from the sky. Boom boom boom... Adviser Wilson turned his head only to see flames spreading out behind him, quickly engulfing the slower drug traffickers. "Ahhh!!!!" With a loud shout and a face turning red, he dashed forward, faster than an Olympic champion at that moment. But the napalm bomb's coverage area could span over 2,000 square meters; with eight of them dropped, where could you run? Human strength sometimes runs out... By the time Wilson couldn't run anymore, and collapsed weakly to the ground, all he could do was watch in terror as the flames swallowed him up in an instant! Not even a scream was uttered. From the sky above, the scene looked like hell on earth. The napalm incinerated the trains, and the ground was devoid of any life, leaving nothing but scorched earth...