Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 509 Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we returned to the National Palace.

It’s time to get off work.

Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette in his hand, looking at the lights of thousands of homes below with some fascination.

Isn't this what he is pursuing?

Casare, Kennedy and President Cuauhkmote were discussing matters.

"I think we should hold a victory parade, and it would be best if there was a mass celebration team in it. This is the first official military parade of the Republic of Mexico, so it has to be grand!" Fatty Cara is very energetic now, and he doesn't look tired at all.

He can work overtime until he dies!
When you find out that you are a shareholder of a small workshop, you are indifferent, at most a little enthusiastic, but when you find out that your company's annual output value is over 10 billion US dollars, what will you do?
Say it without any hesitation!

The Gonzalez family will become the new aristocratic family in Mexico, but he is very smart and he knows where the boss's bottom line is. You can make money, and you can also spoil the family, but you cannot take drugs or do useless things like trafficking in human beings... Of course, they don't need to do this with their status.

Fortunately, his two younger brothers and one younger sister are all relatively well-behaved.

"Will we not make it in time? There are only three days left..." President Kwaukmote said worriedly.

"Our bureaucrats are not corrupt, and they are not as slow as the British ones. We will coordinate everything tomorrow. If someone says it's not possible, let him come to me!"

Victor turned his head and said calmly.

Kwaukmot nodded. That was fine with him.

Under a highly centralized system, the other party is "holding the law in their mouths", which is completely unlike the previous federal system. If local governors are dissatisfied with the president, they can file a complaint, and even privately join forces with others to undermine the president's authority.

In Mexico…

impossible!
"Then draw two regiments from each army? Add the civilian team and the weapons lineup?" Defense Secretary Kennedy asked softly.

Victor shook his head. "War is never all about victory. There is also death and sadness. My soldiers gave their lives to us. We liberated the whole of Mexico and won the war, but some people fell..."

These words made them feel a little uncomfortable.

Except for Kwaukmote, everyone here has climbed up from the bottom. Even he has visited the front lines to express his condolences, and of course he understands that war itself is cruel.

A child that parents have raised for more than twenty years may only live for twenty seconds once he goes to the battlefield.

"So, in this celebration parade, I think we should also join the families of soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the anti-drug cause and hold up their portraits. The honor has never belonged to us, but to the millions of people who have fought for this. Even disabled soldiers can come. I will not enjoy this honor alone!"

Victor looked outside...

The lights of thousands of houses are intoxicating...

"I have seen the lame soldiers in the war on drugs, their prosthetic limbs stained with the black soil of Mexico, holding in their hands the suicide notes of their comrades. The war has stolen not only their knees, but also the forever empty seats on their children's desks, the numbers at the bedside of their elders that can never be dialed, and the time we should have used to love each other."

Victor's eyes suddenly became moist as he spoke, "Do you know why I always have tears in my eyes?"

"because…"

“I love this land deeply.”

"That's what we're after, guys."

When Casare, Cuauhcmote and Kennedy looked at the "burning" Mexico City, they felt the vigorous vitality!

But I have to say that sometimes Victor's words can make people cry.

No wonder some foreign media reporters commented on him: Victor's words always have the cold winter snow, the continuous gunfire of war, the ice-free port of Manzanillo, the roses growing in the Sonora desert, and her blue eyes as clear as the sea.

"So, my comrades, we have to look down. Things that are insignificant in the eyes of some people may be as heavy as Mount Tai in the eyes of parents. I remember a child wrote to me, right?" Victor looked at Casare and asked.

The latter was startled, and nodded hurriedly, "A little girl, she lives in Movas, Sonora, she is 7 years old, and her father died in the Mexico City War when he followed us south."

"Show it to me."

Casare nodded quickly, and ran downstairs to his office to look for it. Finally, he found a white envelope. He ran back to the general's office and handed it to Victor. "It was sent two days ago, but there were too many things..."

Victor opened the letter and found the handwriting on it was very childish.

"Hello Uncle Victor:"

"My name is Ruiwa. My father told me about you. At that time, he had just returned home and brought back a military medal from the army. Now it is still kept at home as a precious collection. Mom and grandpa don't let me see it, but I see her secretly looking at the medal and wiping tears every night."

"He brought me two candies. I ate one and hid the other in my and my dad's piggy bank. He took me to catch birds, climb mountains, and catch fish. We were very happy during those days. But one morning, he was gone. Mom said he had returned to the army. He kissed me on the forehead."

"My mother said that my father would bring me a pistol made of bullet shells next time he comes back. I was very happy."

"I sat on the bench outside my house and kept looking at him..."

"But he never came back. Later, many people came to my house with flowers and plaques. They said, these are what my father left for our family. But my mother and grandfather were crying. I didn't know why, but I always felt that I didn't have a father anymore."

"The teacher said my dad is a hero. I'm very proud, but I... miss him so much."

"Dear Uncle Victor, my teacher asked me to write a letter to the person I admire most. I wrote to you because my father respects you the most."

"The fruit trees in my hometown are bearing fruit. Dad, our family is doing well. Grandpa is receiving financial assistance for his illness, and Mom has been arranged to help out at school. Dad, when will I see you again?"

"You say, when people die, do they really turn into stars and watch over us?"

...

People...

It’s a complex combination.

Victor held his head high, his eyes a little moist, while Casare next to him had tears suddenly bursting out. He was an emotional person, and tears immediately flowed down his face.

Kwaukmot also took a deep breath.

"I'm going to write a reply."

Victor sat down in a chair and picked up a pen…

"Hello, Reeva. I am glad to see you in person."

“Nice to hear from you…”

He paused, crumpled up the paper, threw it into the trash can, and rewrote it, his handwriting much neater.

His emotions were a little bit high. He was very cold when he was cold, but very emotional when he was emotional.

It took him about twenty minutes to finish writing. He picked up the lit cigarette on the table. It was Casare who lit it for him. He knew that the boss liked to smoke, so every time the boss was thinking, he would light a cigarette for him and put it in the ashtray so that he could smoke it first.

"What do you think about me adopting the children of those fallen comrades?"

? ?
"Boss, our welfare home system is being improved..."

Victor shook his head. "No, that's not what I mean. I want to get a large piece of land in Mexico City with a hospital, a school, and a factory. I can adopt them and pay for it myself."

Casare and the other two looked at each other. They still didn't quite understand why this was necessary. After all, there would definitely be a lot of people.

Of course, they don’t think it’s a trouble. They just think the local government can solve it. They just think the boss is a little emotional.

Victor planned to raise them and then send them to adulthood, so as not to let down their parents' efforts. But if you are familiar with Chinese history, you can understand one thing: the meaning of adopted sons.

Just like Huo Qubing of Emperor Wu of Han!

Zhu Yuanzhang's Wen Zhong!

When these people grow up and are sent to every industry, there will definitely be no negative news about Victor in the history of Mexico a hundred years later. Even if someone wants to damage his reputation, there will be a group of people defending him.

Yulin Army?
Of course, this is just malicious speculation, Victor simply wants to help them.

I have enough money, and sometimes it’s enough to spend.

"Let's go right here." He walked to the map of Mexico City, pointed to a corner, drew a circle, and clicked a few times. This was a large piece of land, and it was right in the city, where every inch of land was worth a lot of money. It would definitely be valuable after the war, but Casare and others would certainly not object.

"What's the name?"

"What do you think of Daddy's House?"

……

The small town of Movas Yaakov, Sonora.

The clear wind blew through the willows, and the fields were cheering, as if celebrating the arrival of freedom.

In the only primary school here, you can hear the sound of reading.

The walls of the newly built school are painted with various colorful paintings, which look childish but are full of childlike innocence.

This school actually only has two classes with a total of more than 2 students. After all, the entire town of Yakov has only more than 60 people.

When the bell rang, school was over.

The students cheered and carried their school bags like wild horses running away from their reins...

"Ruiwa, let's go to the mountain to catch pheasants tonight." A little fat man shouted to the thin girl sitting in the front row.

"No, Darwin, I have to give my grandfather a leg massage tonight."

The little fat boy's eyes darkened, but he was still a child after all, so he nodded vigorously, "Then next time, hehe, when I catch it, I'll leave you a chicken drumstick!"

Reeva smiled and nodded.

Her classmates all took good care of her, but the annoying Hader once bullied her, and then... he was beaten by his father, and came to apologize to her, covering his butt.

When she thought of this, she felt like laughing again.

Carrying her schoolbag, Ruiwa walked towards the parking shed and saw her mother sitting on a small tricycle waving at her.

This is an electric car sponsored by a local business.

She liked it so much that she named it: Wilderness.

"I bought some beef today and will make beef patties for you when I get home." Mom said with a smile as she took her schoolbag.

"it is good!"

Reeva nodded vigorously, her eyes lighting up.

Their family is living a good life now. They have rebuilt a new two-story house. The government gives them about 3000 pesos every month, which also covers the cost of grandpa's medicine.

With the salary and the one-time pension, I am living a very good life.

Mom rode her bike and took Ruiwa home. She always met familiar people on the way. When she got home, she saw her grandfather, who was almost 70 years old, sitting at the door. He seemed to be holding something in his hand, and his eyes were a little red and swollen.

"grandfather!"

Ruiwa jumped down and shouted happily, and saw the other person's face froze, and then ran over nervously, "What's wrong?"

Her mother also noticed something was wrong and hurried over.

"It's okay, it's okay." The old man waved his hand and took out something in his hand. It was a letter. "This is General Victor's reply to you, Reva."

"Ah?! Ah!!!"

The little girl jumped up and opened the envelope happily.

"Hello, Reeva. I am glad to see you in person."

“Nice to hear from you…”

"I'm sorry I just met you today. I'm also very happy. My comrade's daughter is already an outstanding student. Your father is a hero, and he will always be one to me!"

"I was very touched after reading your letter. I also have something very good to tell you. We have liberated southern Mexico, and the drug dealers have been completely driven out of Mexico!"

"I sincerely invite you and your family to come to Mexico City to participate in the victory parade, bring your father's photo, and let all Mexicans and the world see that in this once barren country, a war hero was born."

"Your father is looking at you in heaven. Look up and you will see that the brightest star is him."

"besides…"

"You can call me daddy from now on. Love you, kid!"

"I'll wait for you in Mexico City."

Reeva shouted excitedly, "Mom, Victor... Daddy wants us to go to Mexico City, right?!"

The child didn't have any class concepts in her mind. She just knew that someone her father respected had written her a letter in reply.

Mom wiped her eyes and looked at the old man.

"Here are the plane tickets. They have already bought them for us." Grandpa took out three tickets and an invitation letter from another envelope.

"Go, get your father's medal of honor. We will take him to Mexico City and let him see that the country he gave his life for has finally become better."

As he spoke, he couldn't help crying.

This 70-year-old man experienced World War II and the most rampant border smuggling in the s and s. He witnessed the tyranny of the Guadalajara drug cartel, the fights between drug dealers, and the army killing innocent people for credit. He had three sons. The eldest son became a smuggler and was beaten to death. The second son became a policeman and was beaten to death. The third son joined the army and also died in battle. But this time was different.

The "Second Class Merit in Wartime" hanging on the door clearly tells of his achievements.

Reeva nodded vigorously after hearing the order, ran into her parents' bedroom, and took out a red box from a drawer with both hands. On it was the Mexican flag and a sentence: "pertenezco al pueblo! (I belong to the people!)"

This means that the beliefs of this force are completely different from those of the European and American armies.

"Dad, I'll take you to Mexico City. It must be very prosperous there." Reeva rubbed the box gently with her cheek.

The woman at the door covered her mouth and cried quietly.

……

(End of this chapter)