Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 511 Personal charm comes from every respect!

Old Bush is dead!
According to people familiar with the matter, she was assassinated by a killer disguised as a nurse.

This news shocked the United States and the world!
Mexico is in full swing, but the United States is in a dark cloud...

Every time Victor tries to do something big, something goes wrong here!
Anyway, it was very lively. Even that evening, the famous trouble-making media Voice of America invited a so-called "Indian wizard" to explain in the media in a theological way why the United States has been so unlucky recently.

"Victor is a bunch of resentment. He is the representative of those who died unjustly. He is here to settle previous grudges!"

My goodness, Victor is the reincarnation of an Indian, and he is here to collect debts in this life?

Don’t even mention it…

There are quite a few Americans who really buy into this. If it’s not Victor’s fault, then is it my fault?

Yes, it's all his fault!

The "extreme white" organization in the United States, the Ku Klux Klan, which was already dissatisfied with Victor, began beating up minorities all over the world and even burned the "Italian" flag...

Well, it does resemble the Mexican tricolor flag.

It was as if there were a pair of hands inciting anti-Mexican sentiment.

6 month 30 day.

The first General Assembly of the Organization for Innovation for Human Progress was held in Mexico City.

A total of 22 countries attended the meeting. In addition to the 11 clear member states and member organizations, the remaining ten were listed as: observer countries.

But they are not big, they are all small countries in Africa and Latin America.

To put it bluntly...

Maybe he's just here to beg for food.

In the law of the jungle, when lions are fighting for food in the front, there will always be a few baboons around to applaud. You don't ask them to have great abilities, but they must be able to roar.

But the biggest highlight of the meeting was.

"Member states and organizations announced that drug trafficking, organ smuggling and human trafficking will be included in the death penalty in 11 countries!"

"And announced the establishment of the International Force Department of the Human Progress Innovation Convention Organization, which will use force to combat these crimes. Mexico and Cuba will each send 3000 people, and the remaining member states will each send 500 people to carry out law enforcement operations in Guatemala, Afghanistan and other regions!"

There are nearly 1.5 troops here in total!
Isn't this a peacekeeping force?
Moreover, they still have the right to counterattack independently. Unlike the UN troops who were beaten, they are there to enforce the law. They are just a different kind of garrison. What if these people join the Guatemalan Revolutionary Army and beat up government troops?
Tsk tsk tsk…

Victor is still good at playing.

The Organization for the Reform of the Human Progress Pact is replacing the United Nations!

"Interfering in other countries' internal affairs in the name of drug control!"

"The fangs from Mexico are beginning to show their ferocious side."

"The future world is a confrontation between the Human Rights Alliance and NATO, and the footsteps of war are approaching!"

"The Organization of the Innovation Pact for Human Progress, a new armed group! !"

Various eye-catching articles appeared in newspapers and periodicals in various countries, and this difficult-to-pronounce Organization for the Reform and Development of Human Progress suddenly became the focus of the world.

But Victor had no time to care about the "outcry" from the outside world. He was busy... receiving the invited families of martyrs and representatives of disabled soldiers.

In the Congress Hall of the National Palace, there are dozens of tables, and staff are busy running back and forth, placing the chairs neatly to show respect.

crunch~
When the door of the Congress Hall opened, Victor was seen with a smile on his face. He was holding a child in his arms, and the same was true for Casare and others beside him. There were also many elderly people and children around them, and they were so restrained that they didn't know which leg to move forward.

"Please sit wherever you like. Today is a family dinner."

Victor glanced at Casare, who immediately understood. He smiled, his face puffed up a little, looking funny, but very friendly. He said gently, "Come on, young gentlemen, come with me."

Quauk-Mote also greeted with a smile.

Defense Secretary Kennedy, Deputy Air Force Commander Lieutenant General Manfred von Richthofen, Deputy Chief of the General Staff: Lieutenant General Eduard Fritz Blomberg and others were also on his left and right.

These people...look relatively "gentle".

You can't call George Smiley from the Thirteen Tigers, he looks like a fool, and if he squints his eyes he can scare everyone into tears.

"Belsaria, sit in the front with me." Victor whispered to his fiancée, reaching out and squeezing her hand.

"it is good."

The little girl in Victor's arms opened her eyes smartly, "Dad, is this your wife?"

"Hahaha, yes, little Reeva, how about it, it looks good, right?"

Ruiwa nodded vigorously, her hair almost falling off, "She is very beautiful, like a princess from a fairy tale."

These words made Belsaria couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the depression in her heart dissipated a lot.

After the group of people sat down, they seemed very reserved and even didn't know where to put their hands.

They are all poor people. When have they ever been to such a place?
"Everyone, don't say anything, just eat first. We'll talk after you're full." Victor shouted with his hand raised. Belsaria scraped off a piece of squirrel fish with a fork and put it into the bowls of Reeva and other children.

He already has some "First Lady" looks.

The dishes on the table include Mexican, Cuban and Chinese food. Since they are short of chefs, they have hired some from their side.

"Mom, it's delicious." Ruiwa took a bite of the squirrel mandarin fish, and her legs swung vigorously. She was very happy and said to her family members around her, "You eat too."

Mom touched her head and picked up some food for her father-in-law next to her.

"Mr. Brutus."

Victor stood up, holding the wine glass, and Belsaria next to him also stood up and walked towards Grandpa Riva who was sitting at the same table.

The old man suddenly became nervous and stood up quickly.

"Thank you for giving birth to a heroic son for Mexico. Freddy is very brave. He is a hero of the people and a warrior of Mexico. Come, I toast you."

Victor downed the drink in one gulp.

The old man's hands were shaking and his eyes were red, "General..."

"Just call me Victor."

"It is an honor to my son that you remember him..."

Victor shook his head. "He is a hero and is destined to be remembered. Not only me, but the people of the whole country must remember him. Congress has passed a bill to engrave the names of the martyrs on the local monument and write them into history. Every year, students and government officials will go to pay tribute to them and learn from their patriotic spirit."

The other party couldn't hold back his tears. "I'm almost 70 years old this year. My parents died in the dictatorship of Porfirio Diaz. I grew up with food. I've experienced wars. I've seen cannibalistic governments and unreasonable drug dealers. But... you always put the people first in your heart, General!"

In the ancient history of the world, people had been shouting "Long live the king, long live the lord, long live the general" for thousands of years, but in 1949, "Long live the people" finally emerged.

And for Mexico, Victor is number one.

"It's worth it, it's worth it, Freddy's life is worth it!" said the old man and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.

Victor said a few more words to comfort him, and then took Belsaria to the next table. He could call out the names of the martyrs who died at each table, and even went up to a soldier with a medal and gave him a hug, and then hugged him to drink, looking very heroic. Belsaria just watched quietly.

He discovered that he remembered the name of every one of his "fiancés", and even knew where they died, why they died, and where they were buried.

The way those family members looked at him...

It’s like looking at faith!

He drank every bottle in one gulp and drank a lot. By the end of the banquet, he was dizzy and drunk. Casare and others helped him upstairs. He lay down on the bed and started snoring.

And Belsaria saw a thick stack of rosters and corresponding photos at the head of the bed.

"The boss has been sleeping late lately, looking at these lists every day. He wants to memorize each person. He said that farmers are simple and honest. If you give them enough respect, they will entrust their children and hopes to you."

Casare leaned over and said, "He only sleeps for more than two hours a day. He is too tired."

There is no such thing as so much talent, it’s just the hard work behind the scenes.

Belsaria is not a vase. She can understand Victor's purpose. To put it bluntly, you just let the disabled soldiers in the banquet hall hold the bomb and die, and they will not regret it.

She nodded, turned her head, looked at the tired Kennedy and others, and said gently, "You all go and rest, I'll take care of him."

Several people looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Belsaria brought hot water, wiped his face, and kissed him on the cheek, "Good night."

He stood up, turned off the light, and slowly closed the door.

...

7 month 2 day.

Sunny weather!

On the "Mexico Avenue" outside the National Palace, the viewing seats were full of people, while the press area on the other side was filled with cameras.

Today, dozens of countries will broadcast the event live.

Security personnel in suits with headsets and armed soldiers can be seen everywhere, looking around vigilantly.

When the news got out that Mexico would hold a victory celebration on July 7nd.

Received a lot of death threats!

Some people left messages on the Internet saying that they wanted to blow up Victor, while others said that they wanted to teach Mexico a lesson.

In three days, more than 200 people who sneaked into Mexico City illegally were arrested, as well as many "trolls" who criticized Victor.

The funniest thing was when a Mossad agent got off the airport, got into a taxi, and asked, "How long is Mexico Avenue?"

What’s more coincidental is that this driver is... a non-staff member of the Thirteen Guardians.

Yep…

Nowadays in Mexico City, even street vendors may be intelligence agents.

The driver immediately became alert when the other party asked him this question. He asked, "You just got in the car and you didn't ask anything else, but you asked how long the road was. Why? Do you want to plant a bomb?" Then he took him to the local police station.

The other party was still quibbling, but after three blows of the baton, he blurted out everything.

Of course, this is the "external force" displayed around the "celebration".

9am!
President Kwaukmote shouted: The celebration begins!
146 gun salutes meant that the shame that began in 1846 ended today!
"The families of the martyrs who sacrificed their lives in Mexico's war on drugs and the US-Mexico war are coming to us now. They are carrying blessings for our beautiful country. We cannot forget them. History will remember their contributions, and Mexico will remember their contributions!"

"The martyrs will live forever!"

As the host's voice fell.

We saw four cars lined up side by side, a total of more than 20 rows, more than 80 open-top trucks driving over. The people on them held up photos of martyrs, and some people were wearing martyrs' medals.

The tens of thousands of people watching the ceremony cheered loudly.

That sound resounded through the sky!

"Dad, do you see it? Look, this is Mexico City. This is where you captured it." Reeva was holding a photo in her hand. The man in the photo had a full beard and a tough look in his eyes. He was smiling, and he was smiling happily.

The grandfather next to him was wearing a medal of honor and waving the Mexican flag vigorously in his hand.

Listening to the cheers around me, a look of pride crept up on my cheeks.

The convoy drove slowly along Mexico Avenue, but when the column behind appeared, everyone was shocked.

"War is never beautiful, but defending national territory and combating crimes is indeed noble. In the war, brave heroes emerged. They are worthy of Mexico and the people!"

Some people in the group of reporters stood up and couldn't believe what they saw.

"Oh my god…"

"OMG!!!"

I saw that the oncoming team was full of disabled people. Some of them had no hands, some had no feet, and they were supporting themselves with crutches, but the light in their eyes was frightening.

them…

It's like he'll still charge after you even if his legs are broken.

"True warriors dare to face injustice and dedicate their youth. They are fighters, living history, and the youth of Mexico!"

Victor walked out from the viewing stand and raised his hand to salute!
The phalanx of wounded soldiers below roared loudly.

Many people felt their hearts tremble.

They seem to be roaring at the world and declaring victory over past injustices!
"The Mexican army is no longer an ordinary army. He has injected soul into them." Cubafield, who was sitting in the viewing stand, also felt his blood boiling.

We all come from the military.

Everyone understands that even if the way of war is changing, people and morale are the most important.

The will of steel defeats steel!

"Look over there." The representative from the University of Tokyo raised his head slightly and said with a smile, "The European and American representatives don't look happy over there."

Field looked over and saw that many of the invited representatives from Western countries had heavy expressions on their faces.

"Victor wanted to show them that all the troops and personnel across the country are under his control. Even if they have some ideas, they can only shut up."

Victor used them to intimidate domestic ambitious people and external restless factors, and told them that as long as he was here, they should shut up.

This celebration is destined to go down in history!

"Immortal Legion!"

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(End of this chapter)