Working as a police officer in Mexico

December 7, 1989, 1 a.m.

The gates of Plateau Prison opened.

Leading the way were 2 TPz-1 armored vehicles, flanked by 4 modified American Hummers with open tops, each fitted with 6 machine guns. These included the M2 "Browning" 12.7 mm heavy machine guns and M249 5.56 mm machine guns, installed in all four directions on the vehicles, creating a 360-degree firing arc with no dead angles.

Following them were 6 troop carriers and, at the rear, two "Storm" armored personnel carriers produced by Alves Limited Company, each with four "Stargazer" surface-to-air missiles on standby at either side.

They could effectively engage airborne targets!

Moreover, the vehicles were topped with 90mm cannon turrets, ready to blast away any demon or beast with a single shot!

The sides of the vehicles also featured NBC protection systems and add-on armor - standard rocket launchers couldn't penetrate them. Thinking of flipping them over with an explosion?

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Six pairs of tires.

You might kick the bucket, but they probably won't flip over.

Victor sat inside, safe and sound—definitely safer than in a convertible, without the worry of eating hot pot and singing songs, only to turn around and find your skull missing.

"Boss, Kennedy and his men have arrived at Ensenada City, asking whether to proceed with the plan?" Casare, sitting beside him, pinched a brick phone and asked.

Victor was very cunning and sly!

As the main force moved out, he had already dispatched 40 EDM members piecemeal to Ensenada City. Yuri and Kost, forming the "Repair Team," were already there waiting with the new equipment.

Their plan was to launch a night attack on Guadalupe Island!

Victor's role was to confuse the enemy.

"Proceed as planned!"

Casare nodded and relayed the boss's orders down the line.

"Understood!" came the deep voice of Kennedy Heisenberg from the other side.

...

On the outskirts of Dan Senada City, in a quiet seaside fishing village known as Campbellstone.

It was eerily silent.

The darkness was so thick you could not see your own hand, with only the waves at the shore making any sound.

Kennedy Heisenberg, wearing night vision goggles, looked solemnly at the 40 EDM members standing in front of him, "Gentlemen, we may die today! Mexico will remember us! Viva Mr. Victor!"

"Move out!"

With a wave of his hand, Kennedy Heisenberg ushered the EDM members to board two helicopters orderly. One was the Mi-8, nicknamed "Hippopotamus," which could carry 34 people.

The other was a medium-sized, multi-purpose helicopter with three engines developed by France's National Aerospace Industry Company, nicknamed "Super Hornet," the SA.321Ja!

Victor had points to spend, of course.

The Mi-8 cost him 4 million points. It came with its own weapon system, with rocket pod launchers on each side, each pod housing 16 rockets of 57 mm each, for a total of 128 rockets. This was by all means a proper armed helicopter now.

It could target airplanes above and tanks below. Settle it even, military court!

The SA.321Ja, on the other hand, cost 3 million points and carried no weapons; it was purely for transportation.

Add to that the new equipment for the EDM members, and 10 million was hardly enough!

The price of an Mi-8 ranged between 4.5 to 6.5 million US Dollars, a considerable fluctuation, similar to when India later acquired an aircraft carrier for only 1 US Dollar. Are they selling the hardware? No, it's the accompanying facilities.

So, 4 million points was quite a "bargain."

Once outside Mexico City, Victor had completely let loose.

A criminal organization wanted to cause chaos on Guadalupe Island?

That would be like urinating on my turf, wouldn't it?

And most importantly, you dare to insult me? That's quite fine; I appreciate it, but I don't like your unruliness.

The folks in the "Repair Department" had been given two skills, "Mechanical Fundamentals" and "Advanced Aircraft Maintenance," especially the latter, which was an advanced skill costing quite a few points.

Kennedy Heisenberg and a few comrades were given "Armed Helicopter Piloting."

Time, 2:21 a.m.!

The night grew thicker.

Two helicopters took off one after another, heading toward Guadalupe Island under the cover of darkness. The villagers, who had long heard the commotion, stared wide-eyed from their windows.

"So cool!" exclaimed a boy in tattered clothes, turning his head to look at his sister beside him, "Brother's going to fly a plane someday!"

The younger sister, her eyes also shining, nodded vigorously at his words, "Brother is the best, I believe in you."

Listening to their conversation, their parents exchanged a glance and sighed simultaneously.

With just the four walls of a home, they lacked the means to afford their education.

...

The helicopters' low flight stirred up layers of waves in the sea below.

Campbellstone was about 350 kilometers from Guadalupe Island in a straight line.

By 3:07 AM, the island was in sight.

At this hour, even a thief should be asleep.

The two helicopters separated in the air. The Mi-8 headed toward a place marked on the map as "Tierra del pecado" (The Land of Sin). According to intelligence, this was where many of the island's drug traffickers lived.

Casinos, brothels, the Black Market – all were here, spanning a vast area and forming a peculiar "tourist spot."

A drunken strong man stumbled out of a casino nearby and stood in a corner, fiercely urinating. Age was catching up, making it somewhat difficult to pee.

His face turned red as he struggled to finish, his hands wet, when suddenly his ears pricked up. He looked around blankly, only to see an unidentified object flying by not far away.

A UFO?

Such tales were popular in the '80s, especially being next to the United States, where they were often hyped.

But... something seemed off.

The strong man rubbed his eyes and then widened them in shock, for the sound grew louder—it was a helicopter!

Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~

Trails of noise accompanied by the tail fins of rockets, as the 57mm rocket launchers on both sides began strafing the ground.

A shell exploded right beside the strong man, sending his two-hundred-plus pound frame flying!

The shockwave flung him up like a feather, and his last thought was, "Where did this helicopter come from? Are the Americans attacking?"

The Mi-8 was indiscriminately strafing the area.

No one living here was poor; they were all damned criminals.

The 57mm rockets caused people below to scream in agony. However, these drug traffickers were veterans; despite their surprise at armed helicopters appearing in the dead of night—

They still grabbed their weapons to retaliate.

"Quick, shoot!"

"Where's the rocket launcher, go get the rocket launcher!"

Chaos reigned everywhere.

You expect them to act like a regular army?

If so, Mexico would have undergone a regime change already.

Bullets whizzed by the helicopter's glass and many struck the underbelly, ringing crisply.

Only a fool would entangle with them.

The Mi-8 circled the area, guerrilla-style, with a bunch of people earnestly chasing it until all the rockets were fired. Then, the armed helicopter wobbled away.

The Land of Sin was engulfed in flames, with drug traffickers screaming everywhere.

Some were aflame, running about.

After a few steps, they'd collapse on the ground, convulsing.

This proved one thing: if you don't go home at 2 AM, you're asking for trouble!

Staying out in the middle of the night meant you were in for a bombardment.

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