Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 1080 - 546: 'What to Use for Mountain Warfare' - Use Good Morning!

Mexico is a multi-ethnic country with a total of 62 Indigenous tribes nationwide, these groups use over 360 languages, forming an important part of Mexico's indigenous culture.

Among them, the Nahuatl tribe occupies the largest proportion, with about 2.2 million people.

Some are in the central region, while others are in places like Chiapas State and Tamaulipas State, and they also specifically head into the deep forests.

They follow a chieftain system as the standard.

During the drug trafficker era, they were "partners" with quite a few drug trafficking organizations.

After the end of the drug war in Mexico, these guys didn't behave, didn't listen to the government, and even attacked the East University construction team that was building roads, causing panic among the people.

But to avoid causing internal ethnic conflict, Victor's policy was to abandon one generation, cultivate one generation, and integrate one generation.

But you damn bastards, you don't show respect.

Directly promoting rebellion, that changes the nature of things.

We don't hit the diligent ones, we don't hit the lazy ones, we hit those who don't have eyes.

Screech—

The car's tires screeched to a halt, and three officers, wearing military uniforms and holding the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, jumped out of the car. They looked anxious and serious, carrying a lot of documents as they rushed inside.

Too impatient to wait for the elevator, they ran up the stairs in a few strides.

A lot of people curiously poked their heads out.

"What's going on? The soldiers have come several times, they're in such a hurry, did something happen?" Someone working at their desk looked up and asked curiously.

This gossip is just like the California wildfire, you just can't suppress it.

"Don't you know?"

A glasses-wearing man lowered his voice, "Something happened in Chiapas State, the Indigenous people in the Sierra Madre Mountains and the Lakandon Mountains killed the anti-drug commissioner sent by the government to guide them in switching to economic crops."

"The head was thrown to the doorsteps of the government agencies in the capital, Tuxtla-Gutierrez."

"They also declared rebellion, wanting to establish a kingdom belonging to the Indigenous people."

A colleague listened while exclaiming in surprise.

"The work with these minority groups is just too difficult."

"Chiapas State has already lost 57 people this year, including police, soldiers, and anti-drug commissioners, it's really not easy."

The group sighed, and someone couldn't help but ask, "What does the Supreme Leader mean by this?"

"What does it mean? I think it's an attack! These people who stick their necks out need to be pressed down. If they don't want to live well, they're just damn thinking about drug trafficking." An angry voice reprimanded from the doorway.

Everyone in the office turned their heads sharply, and saw a middle-aged bald man, and in unison, they shouted, "Director."

"What are you all crowding for? Are you too free at work?"

The office must usually be quite relaxed, seeing the Director's dark face, they weren't afraid. Someone spoke up, "Director, can you tell us..."

The other party waved his hand, "I don't know the specifics either, but it's clear that the higher-ups have made some decisions."

Everyone looked at each other.

Unclear but feeling impressive!

"Fight! Fight! I think they've used too much drugs, can't tell the big king from the small one!"

Casare stood up and fiercely slammed the table, face flushed with anger, and spat as he spoke.

He even sprayed on the face of the Army Chief, Siegmut List, sitting opposite. The latter's eye twitched slightly, eye spasms, but he didn't dare make a sound, only silently wiping it off.

"What's the noise for, sit down, didn't we call everyone here to discuss how to handle this?" Victor furrowed his brows, tapping the table lightly.

Casare sat down, but his expression was still quite displeased.

"What does the Department of Defense think?"

"Suppress." Kennedy said decisively.

"I mean, what methods will be used to clean up afterward? I think a country having hundreds of languages is completely irresponsible, minority groups need to be thoroughly integrated into our Mexico system."

"What kind of thing needs to be consulted with a chieftain? Now it's the government running the country, we must eradicate this kind of thing."

"Eliminate those who don't comply."

As Victor spoke, he saw the Director of the Mexico Counterintelligence General Bureau, sitting in the back, seeming to want to speak, and nodded, "Jeff, do you have something to say?"

All eyes instantly turned to him.

Jeff Bennett straightened up, "We discovered that the Nahuatl tribe in Chiapas State has contacts with the CIA and MI6, and they even transported weapons from the mountains into the mainland through their Nahuatl connections, even turning areas deep in the mountains and near the Guatemala border into a lawless zone, gathering a group of people who hold malice towards the government and you."

That explains it.

There must be someone instigating behind the scenes, otherwise, would they dare to jump out at this time?

I don't know what this group of people is thinking!

Foreigners say a few words and you think you can become an emperor?

Your compatriots speak sincerely to you and you take it as donkey liver and lungs.

"They just damn deserve a beating!" Cuauhtémoc cursed with a dark face, "Given an inch and taking a mile."

Of course, he's angry, he and Casare jointly manage civil affairs, and Chiapas State is a poor and remote place, combined with its proximity to Guatemala.

Smuggling, drug trafficking, and criminal activities are common. Back when Medellin Cartel chairman Pablo was wanted, he even headed to Guatemala and came to play in Mexico.

However, since the establishment of the Southern War Zone, the border crackdown, who dares to stick their heads up?

They even allocate "special minority funds" each year to help them preserve their culture and build schools.

Oh, and the people in the mountains resist learning too, no, to be precise, those old guys resist learning.

I've already provided funds and people to help you develop, and you still don't behave, how could Cuauhtémoc not be angry?