Working as a police officer in Mexico

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"Mr. Governor, hello, and first of all, congratulations on your successful campaign as Head of Drug Control Agency. What do you think this signifies? Or rather, what are your plans for your work going forward?"

"What I have to do is quite simple: to paint the miracle of Northern Mexico for the whole world to see, to create a world without drugs. I will use my authority to cooperate with other countries…"

This was a live broadcast!

In other words, it could be seen in all the major and medium-sized cities of Northern Mexico.

"Daddy, it's General Victor!" In a middle-class family in Tijuana, a little boy with curly hair sitting in a rocking chair looked at Victor on the TV and called out in a milky voice.

The parents inside the house hurried out and saw the Governor sitting with his legs crossed, breathing a sigh of relief.

"My goodness, I knew it, it was all just rumors everywhere. How could Mr. Victor possibly be dead?" The mistress even started to cry.

Recently, several rumors had been widely circulated.

They said Victor dodged a bullet to the head but was killed in a subsequent assassination attempt, and the killer was the very discreet "Jalisco New Generation" currently in Mexico.

Others claimed that Victor had been secretly executed by an Austrian.

In any case, there were numerous rumors, and even in the 21st century, some outlandish news stories were believed, giving rise to plenty of wild tales.

Like the story that Roosevelt and Churchill were lovers, with the two in bed, Churchill fondling the other's chest bragging, "My dear, I can't defeat Germany anymore, please join in."

Roosevelt suddenly became full of masculine vigor and began to devour Churchill.

All kinds of messy, monsters and demons rumors had a market, let alone in the '90s when network communications weren't very developed?

The whole Northern region thought Victor was dead!

Some even wrote letters demanding the Governor's Mansion publish his death notice!

Many uninformed citizens were ready to mourn.

This was also why Victor had the Mexican News Agency do a live broadcast.

To steady the morale of the troops!

"There is currently a large-scale disturbance happening in Northern Mexico, do you have anything to say about that?" Hernandez glanced at the note in his hand and asked.

Victor adjusted his seat and with a solemn face said, "I know some drug traffickers and thugs who don't want to see peace in Mexico are destroying the hard-earned lives of people. I don't have much to say, I only have one thing to tell them…" He pointed at the camera, "Bastards, if you create trouble, you will bear the consequences. Starting from now, anyone who does not lay down their weapons and surrender within half an hour will be considered rebels, and I authorize my soldiers to use violence to resolve the issue!"

He then looked at his watch, "The countdown has started."

Hernandez did not expect Victor to speak so forcefully!

This was a broadcast facing millions…

In the northern city of Mexicali in Baja California State.

The city hall specifically broadcasted Victor's "warning" throughout the city, and on the streets, loudspeakers were timing the countdown.

"Only 25 minutes left! If you don't surrender, we'll open fire!" The leading police officer used both Spanish and English.

"I want to go home, I want to go home… don't shoot!"

"Don't go, don't leave, none of you go, we have so many people, can he really kill us all?" a blonde-haired man with a fluent London accent shouted loudly.

This was actually… outside help. When you look around the world, many disturbances have someone directing them.

The Mexican he was holding onto was shaking his arm vigorously, "Let go, you may not care about your life, but I care about mine. The Tyrant doesn't joke when he speaks; he says he'll kill you today, and not even Jesus pleading would help…"

"Move it, they brought out the heavy police machine guns." No one knew who shouted this.

A bunch of locals quickly raised their hands and stood to one side to surrender, leaving about a dozen or so in the middle a bit at a loss.

"Fire!" The leading officer gestured with his hand.

"Boss, it's not half an hour yet."

"Austrian time is different from Mexican time."

The machine gunner pulled the bolt and sprayed a round at the ones still swaying back and forth.

Their blood mist filled the air.

Local Mexicans cowering with their heads in their hands shivered.

See…

Outsiders just don't know local customs.

"Boss, what about these people who surrendered?"

The leading officer's face twisted with ferocity, his hand a bit itchy.

"Boss, you can't kill them, that's... that's… the General said to pardon those who surrender." His subordinate hurriedly restrained his hand, saying after seeing his smile.

The chief frowned, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

"Drag them away, throw them in jail, try them one by one, and if they are guilty, imprison them."

The subordinate saluted and responded loudly.

The scene in Mexicali was just an example. According to incomplete statistics, "Victor's scare" led to over fifty thousand rioters surrendering on the spot within ten minutes. Similarly, people who were stubborn were wiped out right there!

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Victor's reputation and forcefulness were once again deeply etched in the hearts of the Mexican people.

Those who liked him even brought out statues of him to worship, calling him a kind father!

And those who disliked him could only curse the Tyrant under their breath.

Later that evening, at a banquet that was actually a charity event hosted by an Austrian tycoon with many celebrities invited.

Victor was among them.

His presence had been very prominent lately.

But at the scene, he encountered many reporters, including one from Spain holding a microphone.

"Mr. Victor, you implement a strict policy domestically. Have you ever considered how inhumane it is?"

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