Working as a police officer in Mexico

10 PM!

A group of guests crowded outside Chapultepec Castle as the ceremonial cannon team from East University began their display along the shore of Lake Texcoco.

Exactly at 10:22 PM.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

A sharp and shrill cannon shot up into the sky, and then exploded with a "boom" in the night. In the next second, the surrounding cannons were firing up with crackling sounds, forming the words in the sky: "Happy Wedding!"

Wow…

Throwing money at it really makes a difference, the customer is indeed God, and they really pulled it off.

Belsaria excitedly watched this scene, then hugged Victor and gave him a wet kiss, "Thank you!"

"I love you. I'll make you the happiest woman in this world."

Yeah, right…

You can't believe a man's words, how do they say it?

When a man is slightly drunk, he acts to make you cry; when a man is mostly drunk, he acts to break your heart. Even a passing dog can be conned into tears.

Casare leaned against the nearby railing, watching the fireworks.

"It's really beautiful."

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The next day, Victor unusually didn't wake up early. Normally, he's at work by 8, but this time… he slept till eleven, only waking when Belsaria nudged him.

"Once I'm done with work in these two days, how about I take you on a honeymoon? We can go to the Campeche Peninsula."

Victor kissed her forehead.

"Sure, honey~!"

"You sleep a bit more. If you're hungry later, have someone bring you something from the cafeteria. I'll have dinner with you tonight."

Victor walked out of the bedroom to find the Guard Commander, Joseph Xiafei, sitting on the sofa, who quickly stood up.

"Let's go, I overslept, and no one woke me."

Joseph Xiafei looked embarrassed.

I wake you?

You'd have flayed me alive, right?

But whatever the boss says is what's right, so he could only fake a smile.

"What's on the agenda for today?"

"Boss, today you have to meet 16 groups of people…"

Victor nearly got sick hearing this number, almost lost it, "Have Cuauhtémoc and Casare handle one group each. If there's nothing important, they can take full charge."

He really doesn't want to handle everything.

If he ends up exhausted like Yong Zheng, that would be bad.

Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei nodded vigorously, "General, there's one more thing. Our C17 showcased in Salvador was sued by Boeing. They say we stole their design."

"Ignore it. Tell them, that's called G17 and has nothing to do with theirs."

"Cuba and East University want to buy."

Joseph Xiafei added, "They're very interested in our weapons."

Victor looked at him, furrowing his brows, then relaxing, "What do you think? Should we go ahead and organize a weapons exhibition?"

"Huh?"

Xiafei couldn't understand the general's train of thought.

"Weapons, once they're made, need to be sold. America's are expensive; ours are cheap. You go ask Casare to see if anyone's interested. We can arrange visits to military camps."

Mexico's "Fire Lizard," dubbed as their independent development of the M1A2 "Abrams" which they learned from the U.S.

C17 transport aircraft, self-proclaimed as G17.

There are also C-130 transport aircraft, F-15 fighter jets, and the F-22 fighter jet that appeared at the wedding, which needs special mention. Although it was commissioned by the U.S. Military in 2005, it began development in 1980.

The first fifth-generation fighter jet in the world!

Previously, during the unification of Mexico, they were rewarded with blueprints and the data was very clear. Especially after exchanging for multiple military experts with points, a group of people worked hard, researching, and finally got two built.

They also produced the JF-17 "Thunderbolt." This is actually what he most wants to sell.

Since the guests are already here.

Why not seal a few orders before they leave?

Xiafei even thought this was a good suggestion, "I'll go inform Mr. Casare right away."

The military industry is the most profitable.

As for the fear of being attacked with their own weapons?

Just install a backdoor, wouldn't that do the trick?

Who sells weapons without a backdoor?

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