Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Let the rookies come up and collect the bodies, clean it up well, the next batch of prisoners will arrive tomorrow or the day after."

Over a thousand rookies from the "St. Caterina New Recruit Supplement Camp" who joined the Military Police looked at the corpses scattered all over and the smell of blood in the air, some even vomited directly.

This is not...

A matter of psychological resilience.

But an actual physiological reaction.

Rookie Otti Murphy, bearing the rank of Private, licked his lips while looking at the corpses on the ground opposite him. He could hear the low exclamations of his comrades beside him.

But he...

Kept feeling his blood surging.

"Alright, pair up and carry the bodies. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can rest, rookies!" The leading officer signaled them to move forward with a wave of his hand.

Under military orders, many rookies, though nauseated, could only march forward.

Otti Murphy stepped into a pool of blood, the hot liquid seeping into his shoes instantly as he grimaced at the sight of the dismembered limbs on the ground.

"Found a survivor, send them off," shouted the officer from a distance.

"Get on with it, Otti, damn it, I joined the military, not the corpse collection team," said his teammate, urging him as he crouched down to gather a relatively intact corpse.

The hand suddenly moved, grabbing his wrist fiercely, terrifying him into screaming.

Everyone around looked over.

Otti Murphy rushed in and kicked the arm, sending it flying, while quickly supporting his comrade, "How are you, Oke?" The M|V|LE&MPYR team worked hard on this chapter.

"What's with the yelling, are your minds really so fragile?" The officer approached, frowning, and said loudly.

"No, officer, I... I was just..."

"Just what, humph, you handle this corpse alone, Otti, you go below."

"Yes, sir!" Otti Murphy replied standing straight, then turned and began specifically picking up pieces of corpses and tossing them into the trash bin.

His expression looked... somewhat pleased?

Oke, the scolded comrade, saw him like that and cursed him a lunatic.

"Prepare some tender tofu for these rookies for breakfast tomorrow," said Deputy Commander Oscar Huddler.

He was as sly as a fox.

These Mexican rookies should feel honored, after all, not every military in the world has a chance to see blood, many branches don't have this opportunity.

They should learn to cherish it.

After a busy night cleaning up all the bodies, the quartermaster brought in German tender tofu. It wasn't quite like tofu pudding, but seeing its consistency made many rookies vomit.

"Another bowl!"

Otti Murphy held out his bowl, licking his lips.

The quartermaster looked at him in astonishment, while his comrades gazed at him in terror.

Having waited all night, Major General Oscar Huddler approached with some enthusiasm.

"Attention!" a nearby officer shouted, and the rookies instinctively stood straight.

"Relax, take a seat as you please, you're quite good, young man. What's your name?"

"Reporting to the officer, Otti Murphy!"

Oscar Huddler patted his shoulder appreciatively, "I'm in need of an attendant, you will follow me from now on."

Everyone around looked at him with envy.

Many cursed their own performance, wishing they had been braver.

Otti Murphy was taken aback, then stood upright, "Thank you, officer!"

What it means to rise to the top in one step, this damn thing is exactly that.

...

Meanwhile, in Mexico, Victor woke up to find that his points had increased by over 20 million. Upon examining carefully, he realized it was Salvador's sidelines.

Wasn't this just one prison?

His eyes turned red instantly.

Haiti...

Has over a million!

Clink...

He lit a cigarette for himself, staring quietly out the window.

Thank you, Frenchmen...