Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 167 Victor—The Backbone!

"Here is the list of dead. The person who led the 442nd Regiment to attack the drug dealers was Edson Alvarez. He was born in Tralnepantela, Mexico. His parents were burned to death by the drug dealer "Aviles". And his brother was a local policeman. He was also beaten to death by drug dealers while on patrol in the United States and Mexico two years ago..."

As soon as he got in the car, Kennedy handed over the thick document. When Victor opened it, Alvarez's ID photo was revealed. His face on it was very clean, but perhaps the sadness in his childhood made his eyes look younger than those of his peers. Be firm.

"What about the other immediate family members?"

Kennedy shook his head, "They're all dead."

Victor sighed. In a place like Mexico where there is no basic living security, ordinary people have no right to choose death.

Orphans and widowers can be seen everywhere.

The government doesn't do anything, and sometimes it has to rely on drug dealers for relief. If you think about it, these bastards kill your relatives, and then they are afraid that you will starve to death before giving you basic living security. At that time... I'm afraid you will go crazy.

This is why Victor’s reputation will increase so much after he cracks down on drugs and opens orphanages and nursing homes!

He is truly the "savior" of Mexico and the "Optimus Prime" of Latin America.

This is called mass base.

Victor looked at all the victims carefully, feeling particularly depressed.

Open the window and let the wind blow.

He looked into the distance...

He could already vaguely see the outline of the industrial area, and he even seemed to hear their families crying!

Victor…

I was actually a little scared.

It started to rain lightly in the sky.

The convoy drove into the industrial area. The place was large enough and there was a mourning hall. Soldiers from the 442nd Regiment who came to see him off stood outside. They looked over with complicated eyes.

Victor got out of the car and the bodyguard held an umbrella for him. He gently pushed it away.

With a solemn face, under everyone's gaze, he walked into the mourning hall, where there were 278 coffins wrapped in national flags, and Victor bowed to each one.

Click!

The accompanying reporters quickly took photos.

"The Backbone of Mexico"!

Everyone fell silent and looked at him quietly. Every time Victor bowed, he looked very solemn. After walking around the coffin, he walked to the family area and bowed to them solemnly.

The family members hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Next to it, there was a podium. Victor picked up the microphone and walked out of the mourning hall. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier!

His suit was soaked in an instant.

"Gentlemen!"

“Mexico is honored!”

"It has no shortage of warriors willing to sacrifice for it!"

Victor held the microphone and raised his right hand, "But it is also sad, it is missing 278 soldiers who love it!"

"I know very well what we are doing, and I also know very well that these 278 soldiers are just part of the sacrifices in the war on drugs. Some people may ask me why we are fighting this war."

"Gentlemen, do you want your children to grow up in a drug den? Do you want your children to go to school every day with drugs hidden in their schoolbags? Our sacrifice is just to prevent our future generations from having to worry about drugs!"

"The evil ends with us, Mexico is greater than us!"

"Sir! If the anti-drug war can never have a tomorrow, what if more people will die?!" Vasily, who was standing at the front of the row below, shouted.

"Yes! If I die, I will have my son. If my son dies, I will have my grandson. The Vieri family can never compromise with drug dealers. We will always fight drugs to the end!"

"If I give in to the drug dealers, you guys can kill me, soldiers, and Victor's last bullet will be aimed at his own temple."

"If Victor falls, please step on my body and move forward. The anti-drug war needs successive warriors."

"Soldiers, I will build a monument in Ciudad Obregon. 278 soldiers will be buried here, and a long lamp will be lit every night. Your names will be written on it, so that all Mexicans will know, Your merits will always be remembered by the country, and your names will always be known to everyone!"

Not all soldiers in Mexico only care about money, they also want to be respected and have honor.

"Gentlemen!"

“Mexico is not only mine, it’s yours too!”

"Long live Mexico!"

He raised his hands and shouted. The soldiers below looked at each other, and Vasily, who was standing in front, raised his hands and shouted, "Long live Mexico!"

The sound went from sporadic at the beginning to uniform at the end.

It was as if the dark clouds in the sky were shaken away by the sound.

In the rain...

Victor stood and roared with a red face.

perhaps…

Your own anti-drug force needs to design a new flag!

Being able to represent anti-drugs, people, Mexico, and hope.

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In the lounge arranged by the military camp, Victor met Vasily.

This Estonian-Mexican still had heavy eyes and his eyes were red. When he was in the Mexican Hero Academy, he was a classmate in the same dormitory as Alvarez, and he was also an officer who responded to him.

"Mr. Victor!"

Because there are two departments, the army and the police, Vasily didn't know how to shout, so he could only shout like this first.

Victor didn't care either, he smiled and nodded and motioned for him to sit down.

"You have worked hard."

This simple word of concern made Vasily's heart tumble.

Being a soldier seems nice, but who really cares about themselves?

"I am saddened by Alvarez's sacrifice, but I also know that the 442nd Regiment was his brainchild, and I intend to appoint you as the new commander of this unit."

Vasily was startled.

He thought Victor would send someone to take over.

Just leave the remaining few hundred people to yourself?

"All welfare benefits are distributed in accordance with the Baja California Police. You will not be allowed to live in that kind of poverty again. During the anti-drug campaign, you must also pay attention to your own life."

"I hope you can contact the military in other cities in Sonora to surrender to our anti-drug forces. We are Mexicans and there is no reason to fight for drug traffickers. Our loyalty should be to this country!"

Victor patted him on the shoulder very intimately, "Soldiers must reject unjust wars, right? As long as they surrender, I guarantee the safety of their lives and property."

He graduated from the Mexican Heroes Academy and has a wide network of contacts. A large part of the Mexican army graduated from this school, as well as those in the drug traffickers camp. After studying for a few years, he found that it would be better to make money as a drug dealer. His ideals and beliefs suddenly fell apart.

To put it bluntly, Vasily is now the "thousand-mile horse" that Victor is planning to launch. It is of course best to cause internal strife in Sonora State.

Vasily did not hesitate at all, "I have good relationships with my seniors and classmates who are serving as grassroots officers in Sonora State. I can contact them and persuade them to bring order to the chaos!"

Victor held his hand tightly, his eyes red, "Thank you, I thank you on behalf of Mexico!"

Casare stood quietly behind, even if this sentence should be more appropriate to say Ukmote, but who knows?

Maybe…

One day the boss becomes more aggressive, and he might go to Mexico City again.

Anyway, President Carlos has already made a sample.

"Director!"

Jason Bourne ran over from the door and glanced at Vasily.

"It's okay, we are all our own people here."

"The Arizona National Guard from next door is here."

Victor raised his eyebrows, Americans are coming? What good can happen?

"Several people?"

"Three people, they said they were here to negotiate."

"????"

This confused Victor.

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