Working as a police officer in Mexico

Stephanie leaned nervously into her father's arms.

There was also a lollipop in his hand.

This was given to him by the chubby police officer who had previously called him "Casare" when they boarded the ship.

"We're here! We've arrived at Guadalupe Island!" Someone suddenly shouted excitedly, and Stephanie braced herself, looking into the distance, she saw a blurry shadow.

Her eyes widened.

As the boat slowly approached, the view became clearer and clearer.

There were many people cheering and waving on the pier. I haven't seen such a lively and festive scene for a long time, and Stephanie's little face slowly showed excitement.

Boom~

The ship docked.

Casare walked down the escalator and handed the roster to a city hall staff member. "There are 301 people in total. You arrange accommodation for them. Several directors above said they should take special care of them."

He flipped through it and pointed to one of the names, "Vickers Eric Berndt." Next to it was a photo of him, a middle-aged man with a slightly mature appearance, that is, bald.

Graduated from Sydney University, School of Civil Engineering!

Senior Designer at the Mexican Ministry of Transportation.

This is a high-level talent. He also resolutely resigned after listening to Victor's speech, and then took his wife and children north to join Victor.

Building roads in Mexico has no future...

The damn drug dealers don't care about the roads at all. They just go down there with one shot and destroy whatever cement or asphalt you care about.

What?

You said Mr. Victor also fired?

That's different. There's definitely something wrong with the road. Otherwise, how could an ordinary road be destroyed in one shot?

The staff of the city hall are all college students who were rescued before. Although they are immature at work, they are enthusiastic and the most important thing is that they are not very good at cheating yet.

"I understand, leave it to me."

Casare nodded and waved towards the ship, signaling the police officers to let it go. The group of people rushed down instantly, and the local residents who were serving as "volunteers" enthusiastically greeted them.

In order to provide a place for newcomers to live, Guadalupe Island implements a "boarding" model, which means that these newcomers go to live with local residents. This is very popular in Latin America. Many international students came here like this in the early days of a strange environment. .

It can bring the two parties closer and make them have a good impression of the local area, and there is... supervision.

Who knows if there are any bad seeds here?

For these families, the city hall will provide financial help, with a monthly subsidy of 600 pesos. Otherwise, why do you think there are so many "volunteers"?

Stephanie looked around, holding her father's hand

"Hi, what's your name?" Suddenly a voice broke into her ears. She turned around and saw a thin boy looking at him with a gentle smile and dimples on his face. Under the sunlight, it seemed as if Stephanie had read a character in a fairy tale book.

"Stephanie."

"My name is Santos. Welcome to Guadalupe Island. This place is the safest place in Mexico. You don't have to worry about any bad people bullying you. Mr. Victor protects it!"

Stephanie was startled, but nodded with a smile, her eyes curved into crescent moons.

The red skirt on her body is a bit old, but it still brings out the innocence and romance of the girl. One listens quietly, while the other just talks.

Like an old friend for many years.

Santos sighed and said, "You can come and stay at my house. There are several empty rooms at home. Mom, is that okay?"

He shouted to Valentina behind him.

"Of course." The woman said with a smile.

Stephanie looked at her father, who was a little at a loss and hesitated, "Well, don't worry, we will find a place to live soon."

Vallentina nodded with a smile and touched Stephanie's head, "It's okay. Helping others is what every Guadalupe Island resident should do. Thank you Mr. Victor."

The man was startled. Can he hear the admiration for Victor from the casual words of the mother and son?

Is that man on TV really that attractive?

He just asked his daughter to be his "caretaker".

He has traveled to too many places and seen too many politicians who are sanctimonious but sleazy in private. They shout about anti-drugs but still deal with drug dealers.

I have long lost hope in Mexico.

If I hadn't had money, I would have gone to the United States long ago, but is that place really good?

Mexicans don’t know what heaven is like because it is too far away, but they know what America is like because America is very close!

But what makes people truly love him is definitely Victor’s ability, let’s take a look.

When Santos heard his mother's permission, he happily and naturally held Stephanie's hand, "Let's go, brother, take you home to watch TV. I have treasured the video of Mr. Victor's speech. I will show you."

Stephanie felt the warmth in her hands. She grew up in a single-parent family and had no one to talk to. She pursed her lips and smiled, nodding.

Under the setting sun, the sunshine was just right, and the young shadow was reflected, and the smile on the face could not be hidden.

…

At this time, the Ensenada Municipal Cemetery was solemn.

Low sobs, wailing music.

Victor personally came to mourn the student named "Jose Sanchez Chavez"!

Victor stood by the coffin, looking at the dense cameras and the classmates and friends present, and stuffed the manuscript in his pocket, "I wrote the manuscript all night yesterday, but I found that some greatness cannot be described in words. "

"Jose Sanchez Chavez, a 19-year-old college student, gave his life for his ideals. He was a great Mexican warrior. He fell on the front line of anti-drugs. He died under the enemy's gunfire. , but his spirit deserves to be remembered and mourned forever.”

"Death is never the end, oblivion is!"

"I decided to award him the Medal of Guadalupe Anti-Drug Heroes and hang his photo in the honor room of the police station so that all police officers can learn from him about his unyielding spirit."

"God bless him and may he rest in peace."

Victor bowed deeply to the coffin.

The police officers behind him also bowed.

Chavez was wearing the last clothes his mother had ever made for him, even though they were riddled with bullet holes, and he had a medal pinned to him.

This dress is so beautiful!

Finally, in the midst of mourning, four police officers carried his coffin for burial. Because all his family members were killed by drug dealers, the one closest to him was his teacher. The teacher with red eyes covered him with the first pile of soil.

Everyone watched quietly as the coffin was covered.

There is a sentence written on his tombstone: Aquí yacen los verdaderos héroes, el amor puro! (Here lies the real hero, pure love!)

After the funeral.

The teacher stopped Victor.

She grabbed his hand and looked at him with sadness in her eyes, "Sir, Mexico's anti-drug war will be victorious, right?"

"Everyone has the opportunity to read, all children don't have to hide at home out of fear, and all teachers can stand in the classroom and impart knowledge, right?"

This teacher is quite old, like an old man's last "request" for Mexico.

For such a small request, Mexicans have struggled for hundreds of years!

Victor took a deep breath and held his hand tightly, "Yes, please believe that the fruits of victory will bloom all over Mexico soon. The anti-drug war will win! Mexico will win! Justice will win!"

Some countries are bad, really bad.

But some people will abandon their lives for their own ideals.

A just cause never lacks comrades-in-arms.

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