Working as a police officer in Mexico

Village of San Miguel.

The small mountain village that Victor visited.

Two large trucks drove into the village, bringing a lot of excitement to this quiet mountain village. It also said on the truck: Mexicali Municipal People's Basic Services and Living Bureau.

Under the big tree in the middle of the village, there are piles of daily necessities.

The village chief stood on a stone mill, looked at the surrounding villagers, raised his hands, "Quiet, quiet, welcome Miss Harida from Mexicali City, applause, applause!"

The villagers below clapped their hands enthusiastically.

Several children even jumped up, adding to the atmosphere.

Halida is a little girl, and she feels a little embarrassed to be noticed by so many people. She is a graduate of the University of Ensenada and was assigned to the newly established Bureau of Basic Life Services of the City of Mexicali.

This unit is said to have just been established.

The main purpose is to promote new policies in rural areas and improve the lives of the poor.

Good guy…

Victor plans to bring the countryside into his camp.

This is indeed a way. The Mexican government's control over the grassroots is very weak. It basically doesn't care if something doesn't happen. If something happens, there is no way to do it. You can't talk about the police. There are not many reports of drug dealers " massacring villages " .

Improve their basic substances, and then wait for "villages to become towns". By then, the days of arrogant drug dealers will be gone forever!

Harida shyly walked up to the stone mill, took the manuscript in her hand and started reading. There was no nonsense, and the villagers could not understand, so she was very direct throughout the process.

"Mr. Victor will implement 12 years of compulsory education in Baja California. Anyone can study for free. If parents do not allow studying, it will be illegal!"

Mexico did not implement 12 years of compulsory education until 2002. This time, Victor was given an early start, and many villagers looked at each other.

"Then our family farms a lot of land and has three children. What if they all go to school and no one can help me?" A man asked, raising his hand.

The village chief glared at him, and the man put his hand down with a smile.

“The city hall will provide a monthly subsidy of 200 pesos to every family with two children, 300 pesos for three children, 400 pesos for four children, and so on,” said Halida.

Since the 1960s, Mexicans have generally gotten married earlier, and they also like families and have more children, usually around three. It was not until 2000 that the number gradually decreased.

It’s funny to say that the Sinaloa drug cartel even promoted Duo Sheng in several of its basic territories in 2006 and even gave out rewards.

Maybe drug dealers also know that if this continues, no one will sell drugs in the future.

The same is true for the gangs in the Brazilian slums. They do not allow hospitals in their controlled areas to perform sterilization surgeries because they are short of people.

Halida's smile was very friendly, just like that of a recent college graduate.

"The city hall will provide free medical services to all teachers and doctors in mountain villages, and will increase welfare benefits."

…

There are 13 policies in total that provide grassroots protection.

Victor plans to directly maximize the welfare benefits. That is to say, if it is not possible to make universal medical care free at present, otherwise it will be thrown out directly. Even if you, Victor, are to ascend the throne now...

There are also many people holding you up.

Mainly no money...

After Halida's mouth went dry from reading, she pointed to the daily necessities, "Everyone can come and receive a living gift package. Students can receive a pair of shoes and a schoolbag, both of which are private donations from Mr. Victor."

"Village chief, come here and help me distribute it."

The village chief hurriedly ran over to hand out school bags. He waved, "Anivar, come here quickly!"

He still felt sorry for the orphan whose parents were killed by drug dealers.

The other party walked over carefully, chewing his nails.

"Sit down quickly and I'll put on your shoes." The village chief patted him and said, and the other party sat down immediately.

Looking at the white and clean shoes, Anivar suddenly said, "I...can I go wash my feet? Grandpa Village Chief."

When Harida next to her heard this, she lowered her head and looked at the other person's little feet. They were covered with dust and thick calluses. It looked like she had been walking barefoot on the ground for a long time.

The village chief called a villager to bring water. Anivar rubbed his feet in the water and suddenly became dark.

"Let me help you put it on." Halida smiled and squatted down, using her clothes to wipe Anivar's feet clean. This scene made the village chief and many villagers startled.

The child raised his head, and in his small eyes, he saw a woman squatting in front of him. The sunlight behind her illuminated her entire face in a holy way.

"Mom?" Anivar murmured.

At that time, there was also a woman who would squat down to tie her shoes, tell herself to pay attention to safety, and pat her butt to stop being naughty.

Halida helped him put on his shoes, smiled and said to him, "Stand up and try."

Anivar stood up and jumped on the ground, but he was obviously very careful and caring in his movements, with a smile on his face.

"You have to study hard when you grow up, you hear me." Halida touched his head, and Anivar nodded vigorously.

"I will study hard and then join Mr. Victor's team. The village chief grandpa said that Mr. Victor is the only good person in Mexico. He will help us poor people and he will listen to our voices."

"Pull the hook!" Halida stretched out her hand, and Anivar's little finger hooked hers. The former smiled, "Then you have to work hard, Mexico's new generation."

This smile was deeply engraved in Ainibal's mind.

So beautiful.

…

June 7, 1990!

San Luis Potosi, Central Square.

Surrounded by more than 200,000 people!

Today, Mr. Cardenas Jr. will form a new political party here to oppose the corrupt Carlos!

This news was broadcast on all Mexican TV stations three days ago.

It was a bolt from the blue!

Many bigwigs called Cuaucmote and asked him to give up this stupid decision. Even Carlos compromised through intermediaries.

As long as he doesn't form a new party, he will be the next president.

A hypocrite full of nonsense!

He didn't believe it!

Cuaucmote, who was wearing a standard suit, specially asked someone to cut his hair for 3 pesos today, and he looked much more energetic.

He looked at the sea of ​​people below, took a deep breath, and stood in front of the stage.

Many people below applauded, and the number of people increased and the voices became louder and louder.

Cuaucmote raised his hand, and everyone quieted down.

He felt the passion surge.

"My friends, for many years, Mexico has been like a blind man, blinded and lost. Faced with this situation, what have I done? I don't even know how to change it!"

"I have become a maggot in a country of hesitation, greed and cunning!"

"We have suffered from this situation in recent years. Drug dealers are above everything we have! We don't have to live in darkness. When the blindness is torn from my eyes, I will see the light!"

"I saw my enemies, Mexico's enemies, and the enemies of the whole world, that is, drug dealers, corrupt officials and all kinds of evil!"

"I found that the greed and evil of drug dealers have shaken the heart of this great country. We must kill this black sheep!"

When Kuaucmote was excited, he waved his fists and spit, and the people below cheered.

"My speech today may be forgotten, but everything we have done will be remembered forever!"

"Kill these drug dealers, long live victory!"

"Long live Mexico!"

The people below also shouted excitedly. The camera zoomed in on Kuaucmote and saw that he was trembling all over. This was excitement.

"Kill the drug dealers! Kill the drug dealers! Kill the drug dealers!"

Quaucmote raised his hands and yelled, and the sound gradually gathered into strength, even the dark clouds in the sky were blown away.

Honatan Aragon, hiding behind the tarpaulin, watched this scene with mixed emotions in his eyes.

He is an excellent politician.

"In Mexico, in San Luis Potosi, here, I announce the establishment of the Mexican Workers' Party. I will declare war on all drug dealers. Die, you bastards!"

"Die! You dirt!"

"Pull yourself together! Mexico!"

Quaucmote looked at the crowd below, raised his hands, and accepted this moment that belonged to him.

Dozens of cameras around recorded this scene and broadcast it to other cities and other countries.

"We are not fighting alone! My closest comrade-in-arms, Mexico's greatest warrior, Victor Carlos Vieri will fight on the front line of eliminating drug dealers."

Quaucmote pointed to the huge screen placed in the square, and as he finished speaking, he saw the picture appear on it.

It was in the square of Mexicali.

A man in police uniform stood on top, and all the police officers in uniform were below.

"Gentlemen, we live in such a country, it is poor, backward, and even full of dangers, but we still love it because our elders and relatives have lived here for a long time."

"Hard-working Mexicans should be favored."

"But drug dealers, they deprive us of everything, property, family affection, love, and even life. They break into our homes unscrupulously and shoot your parents to death."

"They robbed our wealth and lived in the so-called mansion, what is that?"

"That is an insult to us!" Victor waved his arms excitedly, "My comrades and friends died on the front line of drug control. , they are great, but their cause did not succeed, and it was handed over to us. "

"Then we should uphold their will and charge towards the evil drug dealers. What I am afraid of is never falling, but retreating. In this war on drugs, I, Victor, will always be at the forefront. "

"I will always die on the road to defend justice!"

"For the great Mexico, for the great land!"

"Gentlemen, are you ready to fight?"

In the camera, the neatly lined up teams of armed police officers stood straight, their eyes fanatically looking at the "director" on the stage who led them to victory.

That beam of sunlight shone.

Victor and Cuauhcmote looked at each other in the camera, and the two were the closest comrades-in-arms.

A reporter next to them quickly took a picture of this scene.

"Liberate Lower California!"

"Kill the drug dealers on our land and turn their soil into fertilizer to nourish the land!"

"Hi! Victor!"

Thousands of police officers saluted and shouted loudly!

This sound penetrates time, as if people can see Germany decades ago, but the anti-drug cause is just!

The police officers boarded the armored vehicles and headed to the battlefield from here!

Victor transferred all the police officers from Guadalupe Island, leaving only 10 guards. With all the armed forces assembled, it was time to give the armed elements in other parts of Baja California an iron fist of justice.

Die!

Drug dealers!