I, Doctor in the US-Chapter 327 - 326: Chaotic Battle! Mexico Slum!

In front of me is a cluster of low houses.

These houses are quite common in Mexico, but to outsiders, they seem very unique.

The primary color is earthy yellow, yet some have distinct European architectural details.

Some feature religious elements, like holy icons.

Others have patterns that might be related to certain families.

However, some of these houses are in pretty bad shape.

They are essentially makeshift homes, appearing as if they were built with metal sheets.

You must know, the climate in Mexico is extremely hot.

Metal sheets are really unsuitable for building houses.

It would be terribly hot inside.

And those with European styles are obviously old houses.

Very old ones, possibly over a hundred years old or more.

The combination of these two strange types of houses fully illustrates.

This is a slum area.

In any slum around the world, crime thrives, or it's home to outlaws... unlike Zhang San, who has some legal knowledge.

There's no choice, because living in a place like this.

Survival itself is the biggest challenge.

As a result, a situation arises in reverse.

Slums are likely to have their own 'rules.'

That is, the authorities might not interfere.

There could be quite a few crime syndicates inside.

This is very common in Europe, America, Latin America, etc.

But today is different.

Outside, there are many people dressed in police uniforms.

Mexican police?

Why have they come to this slum?

You must understand, Mexican police is a very complex organization.

The police system in Mexico has its roots in the military system.

The military and police are essentially one entity.

Moreover, they've been infiltrated by many crime syndicates and families, making it extremely chaotic.

As for the combat ability of Mexican police, it's like a Schrödinger's state.

The reason is simple.

The military-police integration in Mexico ensures the police are well-equipped, at least to a minimum standard.

Additionally, the crime rate in this country is shockingly high, don't look at the data, the data is useless, it's basically beyond statistics.

Therefore, police naturally don't lack combat experience.

With equipment, with combat experience.

No matter what, the combat capability is definitely not lacking.

However.

There are frequent news reports of police being wiped out by drug dealers.

In Mexico, the fact that police can't defeat drug dealers is considered a given by many Mexicans.

Thus, this is the situation with Mexican police.

So it's very strange, why have these police come here?

Actually, Owen is even stranger.

Starting from that small wooden cabin.

Owen had taken down quite a few guys attempting to kidnap the little girl Alicia.

But those guys were later confirmed.

Either local bullies or people from drug cartels.

Clearly, they discovered Alicia's 'value.'

Owen became more convinced he was right.

But now, from an old house with a significant sense of age, he looked outside through binoculars.

The Mexican officials have actually come too?

Owen could almost be sure that they were certainly not here to catch him.

But to seize this child.

How could it be?

Could it be that the Mexican officials also want to exploit Alicia's 'value'?

To be honest, Owen felt that this country was already wasted.

But right now, he doesn't want to complain about it.

He's only thinking about one thing.

He stopped watching.

Turning back, the little girl was there.

Alicia's emotions were very stable.

You could say, for a child her age, not being frightened to tears in such a situation is already good.

Owen asked, "Do you think we'll die here?"

Alicia replied, "To me, it doesn't matter where it happens."

This response was very mature.

Owen admired the girl's open outlook.

But he didn't want to die here; he needed to get back and save Esmeralda.

"For me, it matters where one dies. At least, I don't want to die here."

Having said this, he directly dialed a phone.

On the other end was Diego, this guy was a bit strange now.

"Oh, oh, I got it."

Diego was now in a nearby room, and in that room, he wasn't alone; there were several others.

Though these people appeared fierce and brutal.

"Well, he said…" Diego hung up the phone and said to them, "He doesn't plan to give up that little girl; if you want her, you'll have to find a way yourself."

The few exchanged looks and finally raised their guns toward Diego.

...

Mexican police.

An officer with a high rank was looking seriously at the slum area in front of him.

"Just a little girl, how hard could it be?"

"I heard many of Guzman's men have fallen ill."

"Hmph!"

There's no need to clarify who Guzman is.

Anyway, this guy is a drug lord wielding immense influence across Latin America, even the United States finds him challenging to tackle.

But is it really that difficult?

Guzman had been captured by the Mexican authorities before.

Interestingly, the prison housing him turned into his luxury hotel.

Everything was as good as, or even better than, being outside.

Until the U.S. wanted to extradite him, then a prison break was orchestrated.

Anyway, Guzman is back to his old trade... well, in fact, he never really stopped.

The situation in Mexico is actually like this.

Not only are the military and police one entity, but the military, police, and cartels are pretty much entangled too.

It's just that at the moment, it seems like the various powers aren't exactly on the same side.

But suddenly!

A gunshot breaks the silence.

"Someone made a move?"

"Proceed with action immediately!"

The gunfire surely represents something; someone has made the first move?

Regardless, whether the situation is clear or not.

The Mexican police began their operation too.

They spread into small squads and entered the slum.

As for the target... they actually didn't know the precise location now.

There's no choice but to head inside...

With a thunderous boom!

A claymore exploded on the path of a group of five progressing forward!

This immediately panicked many officers.

The advance slowed significantly.

Meanwhile, in an unseen tin hut, a few drug dealers were slowly advancing.

The difference between dealers and police is just their clothing, although sometimes not even that.

For example, the Gulf Group wears attire quite similar to the Mexican military and police; only the letters on their bulletproof vests are different.

Now, a man holding a modified M4 (probably modified by himself) was about to enter a room.

He was already very cautious.

Yet after stepping his left foot inside...

Ah!!

A scream followed by a burst of gunfire!

The other companions opened fire in his direction.

Because they saw him being devoured by the 'door.'

Likewise, lots of bullets came flying out.

In a moment, these metal sheets couldn't fend off the bullets at all.

They soon all hit the ground.

Inside the door.

The guy had a thin steel wire looped around his ankle, hoisting him upside down.

This suddenly caused him to fire his weapon in panic, spinning around in mid-air.

As a result, he was shot dead by his companions, while they also caught his stray bullets.

The problem is, what about that little girl?

She was nowhere to be seen!

This chaotic slum fight, it's only just begun!