Working as a police officer in Mexico

Casare paused, "A bunch of bastard children raised by whores stand on their so-called moral high grounds to criticize us? Who doesn't know that the United Kingdom was once the biggest drug trafficker? They stuffed drugs into their Queen's XXXX, then spread the havoc around the world, and stuffed silver back into XXXX, dammit! The stinking women should go back and check if their husbands are cheating instead of criticizing our drug war!"

"We swear, if the United Kingdom and Spain dare to send troops,"

"we'll make sure they all die here."

"Please convey our warning to those idiots, clean their asses, waiting for their daddy to viciously kick their asses!"

After Casare finished speaking, he got off work!

Working hours...

Three minutes.

Hmm, cursed for 3 minutes.

"Their foreign policy is really crude!" A journalist couldn't help but exclaim, while an older journalist glanced at him, "New here?"

The newcomer was startled and nodded hastily, holding his own ID, "Cuba!"

"Eventually you'll get used to it, Victor and his subordinates are all a bunch of bandits!"

"Then... will they fail?"

The old journalist looked at him intently and said, "Drugs are always a cancer for humankind, but politicians need them to fight against enemies, they never care what the lower class thinks, and Mexico is, coincidentally, all lower class."

"You mean... Mexicans will support him?"

"Charm!"

Meanwhile, on Tijuana's Line 3.

People coming off work were descending the escalators, dazed and tired. A couple just coming down saw a familiar face on the platform.

He was holding a cigarette, and when he saw them, he turned around with a smile and greeted, "Hey! This is the subway!"

Whoosh~

The subway pulled into the station, the glass clearly reflecting the couple's stunned expressions.

The doors opened, and Victor walked in. Passengers inside who heard the footsteps instinctively looked up, and upon recognizing the familiar face, were all startled but instinctively stood up.

Among them, a man quickly made space for himself.

"Thank you!" Victor expressed his gratitude.

Sitting next to a young man carefully watching him, as Victor turned his head, the young man's neck twisted nervously, his mouth trembling, his whole body tensed, looking around, unsure of what to do.

"Here, have a cigarette." Victor pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Oh, no, oh, sir, I…" The young man, visibly nervous, took it with both hands, sweating all over, he put the cigarette in his mouth, frantically searching his pockets.

Click~

A pair of hands with a lighter was extended to him, he looked up puzzled, only to see Victor nodding at him; he leaned in and took a few strong puffs, but… didn't exhale any smoke.

The whole carriage was unusually quiet.

Some people daringly looked over.

"Does anyone else want a cigarette?" Victor asked, holding up a Camel.

An old man shakily raised his hand, leaning on his cane as he walked over, and Victor went to him, handed him a cigarette, and even lit it for him.

"Tha... thank you."

"What are you all looking at? Haven't you seen a government employee riding the subway? Haha, I must tell my colleagues at the Governor's Mansion, they shouldn't be disconnected from the masses."

People nearby laughed along.

"What's your name, sir?" Victor asked the old man.

"Wicks, Governor."

"What do you do?"

"Uh… a beggar, I'm a beggar." The old man lowered his head, a bit at a loss.

"Ah, that really is a great profession." Victor met the eyes of the others," When I was a child, I always wanted to be a beggar, because, in that way, I could witness the pervading kindness among the Mexican populace."

"I can feel it." The old beggar nodded.

"Our people are the best~" Victor laughed out loud, the subway braked a bit abruptly as he steadied himself against a chair, turned his head to a woman next to him holding a baby.

"How old is the child?"

"Six months, sir, looks a lot like you."

"Madam, all children in Mexico look a lot like me."

This remark once again made everyone laugh.

"How should I address you, madam?"

"Sutton, my name is Woster Sutton."

"A pleasure, a pleasure!"

Victor shook hands with her, his gaze moving to others, a child jumped down, "My name is Marcus."

"Hello, Mr. Marcus." Victor bent down and patted his head, "You really are a grown-up."

"Agris…" a young man stood up.

"Curibaro…"

"Gamellia…"

"Oh, my mother is also named Gamellia, and she must have been as beautiful as you when she was young."

Victor raised his hand, "Alright, alright, everyone, please sit."

The man next to him gave up his seat, and he smiled at him, "Thank you, Mr. Agris."

The young man was startled; he had casually mentioned his name, not expecting the gentleman to remember it, and a surge of excitement erupted from within him.

"I was wondering, how are you all doing?"

"Of course, very well…"

"Indeed, very well, I've saved some money, and I can get married now."

"I want to ask you all something, something that has troubled me for a long time," Victor took down his cigar, "maybe you could give me a satisfying answer."

"Everyone! Mexicans, how do you feel about our war on drugs? Are drug traffickers still bullying you? Are there gangs on the streets demanding tips from you?"

"No."

"No…"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Now we might be tired, but what do you do when someone tries to take away your current life?"

"Kill them, sir!" shouted the boy named Marcus.

"But they are powerful, sir," Victor told him.

"Just because they are powerful, can they deprive us of our lives? I used to get bullied at school every day by a bigger kid, and his father was a drug trafficker. I wanted to fight back, but my brother told me not to, that they would kill us. But I was very unhappy; why can others bully us? Why, when I want to study well, does he have to hit me…"

"So did you end up hitting him?"

"Of course, I put a sack over his head and whipped him with my grandmother's clothes pole," Marcus said with a laugh.

"Fantastic! Men never need to beg humbly; we can wait for death standing up!" Victor praised loudly.

"Our enemies will never think of reclaiming Tijuana; this belongs to Mr. Victor."

"Yes, we'll fight them in the alleys, and we can wear them down!"

"Hahaha, right, street fights, but what if I tell you that this will cost many lives?"

"No compromise!" shouted a woman holding a child.

"No compromise!" shouted an old beggar, raising his walking stick.

"No compromise!"

Victor looked at the serious child Marcus and nodded slightly, "Our people have suffered too much…"

"Why are you crying, sir?"

The woman next to him passed him a tissue, and Victor took it and wiped his eyes, "Yes, you know? I often cry, when my soldiers are sacrificed, I cry, when my people are wronged, I cry, if my country falls into the hands of drug traffickers, I will also cry, they all call me a child who never grows up."

He laughed at himself.

The child Marcus nodded.

"Where are we now?"

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"I've arrived at my stop, ladies and gentlemen," Victor stood up and walked a couple of steps, then turned back to look at them.

"Hey! Long live Victor! Long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug cause!" Marcus suddenly shouted, raising his hand.

"Long live Victor! Long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug cause!!" Everyone in the car behind shouted loudly.

After Victor got off, the station was filled with people.

In front stood Kennedy, Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Rudendorf, and other military leaders.

"Gentlemen!"

"Let those who try to stop us from waging the war on drugs see, our resolve to defend our dignity!"

"Anyone who tries to stop us, we'll crush them!"

"If Tijuana falls, then die before my people, wrap my body in the Mexican flag, and my spirit will continue to watch over this land!"

"Long live Mexico! Long live the anti-drug cause!"

Victor's voice echoed throughout the station.

Clap!

Kennedy and other soldiers stood at attention.

"Hey! Victor!!"

"Long live!"

The crowd in the station also shouted loudly!

In that moment…

Tears streamed down Victor's face.