Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 955 - 498: Infiltration! Infiltration! Infiltration!

The night gave me black eyes.

But I used them to miss the shit on the ground!

"Shit!"

Leann, with a baby face, stepped into something sticky and almost threw up. He rubbed his boots hard against the moss-covered stone nearby and looked at Fritz Klingenberg, "Sergeant, how long do we have to crawl through this little forest?"

They belonged to the Sea Cavalry First Division 221st Regiment, having dashed hundreds of kilometers from Chikila, only to have their squad sent ahead to scout for enemy presence...

Can't eat well or sleep warmly...

The problem is, you keep stepping in crap here, are there Indians nearby?

Fritz Klingenberg was about to offer some words of comfort when he saw a soldier running over with his back hunched, "Sergeant, there's enemy presence on the road!"

He was startled, "Move!"

Crouching down with his team, they moved towards the edge of the province road and reached a small protruding rock mound, just in time to see a soldier lying prone, who turned his head at the sound.

"What did you find?" Fritz hurriedly asked.

"It seems to be a transport truck, but it's not military, it's the police." The soldier handed him the binoculars. Fritz squatted halfway and looked over, seeing a pickup truck two hundred meters away with "Merida Police Station Escort!" written on it.

Beside the truck, there were two armed personnel looking rather comical in their outfits.

They weren't wearing uniforms, looked timid, and were cautiously watching their surroundings with AKs in hand.

"Sergeant, should we take them out?" Leann asked in a low voice.

Fritz Klingenberg squinted, pondered for a moment, "You take two men and circle around to the right. Wait for me to fire first, then charge in and try to capture one alive."

"Understood!"

He nodded to two men, and they quickly moved to change position while crouching.

Fritz Klingenberg looked up at the moon; it was high in the sky. A man in police uniform emerged from the bushes next to the transport truck, pulling up his pants, clearly... just finished taking a shit.

"Fire!"

He decisively ordered, pulling the trigger, sending out a series of shots.

The man in police uniform didn't even react, got hit in the back, screamed, and fell to the ground, though the two armed militants were lucky, as the bullets miraculously missed them. Hearing the gunfire, they dropped to the ground.

There was someone else inside the truck, a fat guy pushed open the passenger door, just about to run out...

A burst of bullets came and took him down.

"Charge!"

Fritz Klingenberg jumped up and charged out from the small woods, with comrades beside him firing bursts into the air.

On the other side, Leann also charged down with his men.

In less than two minutes, the skirmish was over...

"Sergeant, there's a survivor." A Private First Class dragged a man over by his collar, the man trembling all over, face pale, "Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I beg you. I have a family waiting at home."

Fritz Klingenberg frowned, looking at the man...

Though drug traffickers piss their pants when caught and beg for their lives, this guy didn't look like a bandit.

There's some truth in judging a book by its cover.

Even in ancient times, ugly people couldn't become officials...

"Who are you? Spill everything, and I'll let you go."

The man froze, nodded hastily, and spilled everything he knew.

Turns out he was "hired," recruited by the Mérida government for 200 US dollars a day, given a gun, and joined up as soon as he saw the money.

Saying this, he couldn't help but complain, "They promised a payment a day, but when we asked for our money, they said they'd send it to our families. Feels like they're not keeping their word."

"Alright, then why did you leave the city?"

The man shrank his head, "I was pulled along to transport stuff, don't know whose, but it's surely someone with influence in Mérida."

"What kind of stuff?"

"I... don't know, they're all locked in boxes."

Fritz Klingenberg nodded, glanced at Leann, who ran to check the truck's back.

"Holy crap!"

"Sergeant! Sergeant!"

An abrupt scream.

Fritz's face changed, rushed over to see Leann standing there, stunned, pointing at the wooden crate. He climbed into the truck to take a look.

A dazzling sight of gold nearly blinded him.

A giant block of gold, about the size of a child, lay there, weighing at least a hundred kilograms!

In 1992, gold was about 95.64 Pesos per gram.

Assuming 100 kilograms here, that's 9,564,000 Pesos.

Converted to US Dollars, equivalent to five million US dollars!!!!!!

Fritz Klingenberg was trembling all over, looking at the truck, there were two more boxes of the same size, adding up to over ten million.

"Gulp~"

Beside him, Leann gulped, awkwardly smiling at Fritz who was glancing over, "Sergeant, what... do we do about this?"

"Don't get any wild ideas!"

Fritz Klingenberg frowned, "Remember the military code; the court-martial isn't something to mess with."

Leann shook his head quickly, "Of course I know. What if we contact the company now?"

This stuff is really too hot to handle.

"Wait."

Surprisingly, Fritz stopped him, a wild look in his eyes, but his voice was calm, "I want to pull off something big first."

Leann looked at him, puzzled.

"We switch to their clothes, then infiltrate Mérida, take over City Hall directly, what do you say?"

???

Are you joking?

Right?

Leann wanted to laugh to conceal his embarrassment, but seeing the look in Fritz's eyes, he shivered, "Sergeant, we only have 10 men..."

"What are you afraid of, didn't you hear from the captive? They're conscripting forced labor now. The drug traffickers have already fled, which means their defense is weak and not alert. They are just ordinary people without training."