Working as a police officer in Mexico

The last person to have such a presence before the Pope...

Was it Napoleon?

"Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Victor." John Paul II smiled as he offered his blessings, looking at Belsaria beside him, "May our Lord watch over you both."

The latter was a Christian, just not a very devout one.

After all, in the United States, Christianity is mainstream.

Heavily influenced by Christianity, especially Puritanism, in its early days, many laws and social norms were based on Christian principles.

"Thank you." Belsaria nodded politely, glanced at Victor, who nodded slightly, and she smiled and said, "Go on with your talk, I'll go see my friends."

John Paul II watched her leave, then turned his gaze to Victor, who was nearly a head and a half taller than him, paused, and said, "I must apologize to you, I never imagined that clergy in Mexico would engage in drug trafficking, but you must believe, Victor, our doctrine still urges people to goodness."

"Of course, it's always people who are bad, not the ideology, just like Liberation Theology, they struggle for the people's interests, and I respect them greatly."

Victor's words carried a bit of a sarcastic tone, knowing well that John Paul II was a staunch anti-G advocate, having criticized Liberation Theology more than once, speaking this directly was surely to provoke him, wasn't it?

Sure enough, the old man's face stiffened, but he quickly adjusted his emotions, "I hope to reopen the churches in the Mexican district, faith is free."

"Let the radiance of the Lord be conveyed to this land."

"We, in principle, allow any religion to enter Mexico, as long as they accept the 'Religious Management Law,' we welcome them all."

John Paul II's face suddenly wrinkled like spicy and sour cabbage.

He certainly knew about the 'Religious Management Law.'

In essence, it means needing a business license.

This almost left the Vatican side dumbfounded.

What the heck?

Listing Jesus as the legal person?

What about the business scope?

Pretending? Or drug trafficking? Or engaging in something unspeakable?

There's simply no precedent for this, and moreover, the Mexican Government also mandated that believers must sing the Mexican National Anthem during gatherings and swear to love the country and the people.

???

Wang Defa!

This has never been done before.

Victor looked at the bewildered expression of the other party, also shook his head, thinking they aren't very smart, paused, and said with a smile, "We uphold mutual respect, very sorry, I see a friend, please excuse me."

As he spoke, ready to leave, John Paul II felt a twinge in his heart, reaching out to grab him, as he didn't want the Mexican faith district to be taken away from under his jurisdiction, knowing his ambition was to be canonized as a saint!

If he lost the Mexican church district, whether he could step down peacefully would be a problem.

Oh, by the way, later Francis, a master of Liberation Theology, indeed canonized him as a saint...

In 2009, John Paul II was credited with the miraculous recovery of French nun Marie Simon-Pierre's Parkinson's disease through his intercession.

Uh-uh...

His courage wasn't as large as Victor's, he dared to make a Cyclops in the Rio Grande.

Tsk-tsk-tsk...

Coward.

Startled by the tug, Victor turned his head to look at him, patience tested, "Your Excellency, let's enjoy the celebration tonight, and if you have any ideas, we can talk more tomorrow."

Behind him, Casare squinted his eyes, thinking if it weren't for the identity mismatch, he really wanted to give him a hard kick.

You're given face.

You still think it's the Middle Ages?

The Vatican Church Court has declined, when they need you, you're useful, when they don't, who cares about you?

For instance, during the Gulf War, he hoped Old Bush would withdraw troops and not start a war.

Who paid attention to him?

"I have an aircraft carrier out there, and you're telling me to withdraw, will Jesus pay for my fuel?"

So he was ignored completely, which made him quite embarrassed.

Hearing Victor say this, John Paul II could only sigh, releasing his hand, "Then I shall talk to you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he left forlornly with the support of the clergy.

"Your Excellency, do we really need to stoop so low?" The person supporting him expressed indignantly.

John Paul II turned his head to look at him, shook his head, and sighed, "How many divisions do we have?"

The words were truly pitiful, like a mascot.

But on second thought, your Middle Ages wealth accumulation, for hundreds of years, without anyone just coming and obliterating you, is already pretty nice for the people of Europe and America.

If it were in Asia, with your rich Buddhist monks, if they didn't pay taxes, they'd be wiped out directly.

This is the cultural difference.

"Boss, are we really going to let them back in?" Casare asked softly.

"As long as they behave, they get some candy, and if not..."

"You contact a few other Pseudo-Popes and see if they want to come preach in Mexico, as long as they join the Mexico People's Party, when the Vatican Church comes, let them have a showdown."

Between 1980 and 2000, about 7 people worldwide claimed to be Popes, with quite a few supporters, if you want to make trouble, let's all make trouble together.

After all, with the Mexican public's long-standing faith, Victor stepping in directly can suppress it in the short term, but it will surely rebound, so it would be better to make religion a tool for patriotism.

As long as we have machine guns in hand, we're not afraid of them.

"Clever, Boss, you're truly clever." Casare was a good supporter, even giving a thumbs up.

Victor laughed heartily, holding a wine glass, and went over to greet the guests.

Even those European Royal Family members not on the best terms with him politely congratulated, after all, since they're here, who looks for trouble for no reason?