Working as a police officer in Mexico

He also had to smile and say thank you.

The atmosphere looked quite nice.

When the group arrived at the outdoor wedding venue in front of Cuba, it was beautifully decorated with ribbons, balloons, and photos from the couple's wedding shoot.

On November 15, at nine in the morning, Victor stood nervously, feeling more tense than he had in a long time.

As the time arrived, soul music started playing nearby:

"Love can touch us one time

And last for a lifetime."

Beside them, the band gently began to play, and a Canadian French singer named Celine Dion started singing.

Many of those seated below were from the entertainment circle. Their eyes lit up; the quality of this song was extremely high.

"What is this song called?"

"I don't know, haven't heard of it; must be an original."

"It's so beautiful. I feel like this song has touched my soul!"

Among the singing, Belsaria, in a white wedding dress and veil, gracefully took her father's arm, Ulrich Ramsfield, while Casare's second brother Kurt and sister Feliciana acted as flower children, scattering petals behind them.

With the rhythm of the song, through the hazy veil, Victor couldn't help but say, "You look beautiful today."

"Ahem!"

Ulrich Ramsfield, who was beside them, covered his mouth. Father is still here, and you say that directly?

Due to Victor's poor relationship with the Church Court, there was no priest, and Cuauhtémoc officiated the ceremony.

He tried to look very solemn but couldn't resist, "No need to rush, Victor; Belsaria isn't going anywhere today."

The guests who heard the teasing all broke into smiles.

After Celine Dion's singing ended, Cuauhtémoc continued with the ceremony, reciting a blessing and words to welcome the guests.

"Miss Belsaria Ramsfield, do you vow to take Victor Carlos Vieri as your husband, for better or worse, in sickness or health, in youth or age, and love forever?"

"I do."

Cuauhtémoc turned to the other side: "Mr. Victor Carlos Vieri, do you vow to take Miss Belsaria Ramsfield as your wife, for better or worse…"

"I do."

Cuauhtémoc said helplessly, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

Victor was startled, laughed, and waited for Cuauhtémoc to finish his statement before nodding solemnly, "I do!"

Boom!

The flower cannons on both sides erupted, and among the sky filled with flower petals, Victor kissed Belsaria.

At that moment, a whooshing sound rang through the sky, and two F-22 Raptor fighter jets roared overhead!

After circling overhead three times, they performed several high-difficulty maneuvers and then soared away amid the crowd's exclamations!

Having military planes perform at a wedding, well, that's a first, isn't it?

Even the guests below hadn't seen such a spectacle; mustn't they fear the public accusing of abuse of power?

But seeing Victor, he wasn't afraid at all.

According to plan, they would ride a carriage for a tour around Mexico City, receiving blessings from the people.

Victor helped Belsaria onto the carriage, which was pulled by six Shire horses, looking somewhat intimidating.

Behind them followed the motorcade, bodyguards, and guests, all set to circle around Lake Texcoco.

This area is the city center.

The coachman gently shook the reins, and the Shire horses snorted, stepping out of Chapultepec Castle.

Outside, a large crowd of journalists swarmed; they had no invitation. Mainly, Victor sold exclusive broadcasting rights for this century wedding to AFP for 35 million US dollars.

They were the only official broadcasters.

Making money—why not?

Along the route, police and military were on duty, and hundreds of thousands of citizens cheered loudly.

Victor opened the curtain and waved outside, which made the cheers even louder!

Numerous members of the European Royal Family following behind were slightly envious.

Damn...

Why is it that when we do this, you say we're wasting taxpayers' money, but we're a constitutional monarchy. We have that right.

But as for Victor?

Isn't he supposed to promote communism?

How can he be even more capitalist than me?

As for your media, aren't you afraid to speak up? What about your criticisms in Europe?

Hypocrites!

Actually, it's very simple. If a royal family gives all its land to the homeless and farmers for farming and announces universal healthcare, then the people will also support you.

The United States didn't have revolts before because people could still eat; now revolts are because they can't, same reasoning.

But there's always opposition.

No one can be liked by everyone.

Even the Iron Maiden Thatcher was often cursed, and though she won the Falkland Islands War, there were threats to assassinate her.

This raises the question.

Is the Iron Maiden bulletproof?

If not, how can she be called the Iron Maiden?

Can't make sense of it.

Indira Gandhi couldn't endure it either, but thinking about it, she took 31 bullets without making a sound; she's indeed the Iron Maiden.

As the carriage passed a café, the guests and tourists inside rushed out to wave their arms.

A young man wearing a cap and leather armor pushed his hand inside his jacket, forcing his way into the crowd.

His breathing became chaotic as the carriage drew closer, his expression tense.

Kill the enemy!

His eyes showed madness as he was about to pull out a weapon, when suddenly his mouth was covered by a hand, and his hand was fiercely grabbed, dragging him out of the crowd.