Working as a police officer in Mexico

The man standing behind Victor had a profound gaze, thin but disconcerting to look upon.

Suddenly he turned his head, looking at the man, the United Nations official was taken aback, forcing a smile and extending his hand, "Yasha Hoyle."

"Goebbels." The man responded with a smile, pausing before he said, "Minister of Propaganda for the Northern Governor's Office."

The United Nations official nodded with a smile.

Victor walked to the railing, patting the students' heads and kissing the backs of the teachers' hands.

The children he touched were excited, equally stirred, and even... shed tears.

"Sir, have some candy~" A girl with a ponytail handed him a piece of candy.

Victor thanked her, casually popping it into his mouth, "It's sweet, but you should eat less of it, it's bad for your teeth."

"Take good care of yourselves, Mexico needs your knowledge as well as your health."

After a brief exchange, he waved goodbye.

The students continued to watch him.

"Governor Victor is really popular!" Nurnisha Kalis remarked with a sigh.

"It's what I ought to do, I always believe I am a child of the people, and I should serve the Mexicans," Victor said with a smile.

Actually, this was the "approachable" image that the Minister of Propaganda told him to project.

To tousle a child's hair, embrace him, and to hug adults would excite people.

His Minister of Propaganda was no simple figure, having earned a Doctorate in Philosophy from Heidelberg University; his dissertation was on the romantic comedies of the 19th century. He had worked as a journalist, a bank teller, and a stock exchange crier.
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Anger is reserved for enemies.

Brutality is saved for opponents.

And passion is for the Mexican people.

Victor's "persona" had fantastic reputation in the areas under his control.

Nurnisha Kalis nodded thoughtfully.

The group made its way to a café next to the central square, where from the third floor, they could see across the street.

The crowd was packed tight inside and out, many raising their hands and shouting, "Kill them! Kill them!"

The gallows stood imposingly, with 17 people bound and hooded, some struggling and wailing loudly as if trying to say something.

The tongues of these people had been cut off.

Drug traffickers, after all...

Fearing they'd spew filthy language.

Could you expect them to have any morals?

A few Tijuana police looped ropes around their necks, and some finally broke down in loud weeping, others wet themselves; on the stage, a stream of yellow urine trickled down from the base.

"Release!" At the command of the execution officer.

The trapdoor beneath their feet sprung open, their bodies plummeted, the ropes snapped taut, and the bones in their necks cracked audibly!

Essentially...

There was no suffering.

But the shock lay in seeing so many bodies dangling.

Nurnisha Kalis felt a bit nauseous, her brows knit tightly, but the woman was clearly tough, looking at the corpses for a while before turning to Victor, "Thank you very much, but we need to take those interrogation records."

"Of course, no problem~"

"Thank you!"

"Don't mention it, Nurnisha, it's the least I can do."

The other party nodded, thought for a moment and spoke directly, "The United Nations is going to set up a Drug Enforcement Department; you know about that, right?"

"I've heard," Victor said, his heart skipping a beat.

"There's an internal meeting in one week. I invite you to give a speech to showcase Mexico's anti-drug achievements and experiences."

What experiences.

Point the gun at the drug trafficker, pull the trigger, and that's all.

But the notion of speaking at the United Nations made Victor a bit nervous. He glanced at his Minister of Propaganda Goebbels, who nodded at him.

"It would be an honor. I will certainly present the best of Mexico to everyone."

Nurnisha Kalis nodded and walked out of the café. Just as she reached the door, she suddenly asked, "Mr. Victor, would you like to be an officer at the Drug Enforcement Department?"

Are all Germans this direct?

There was that one who failed an exam and ended up a wandering painter in Vienna, who on a whim started Season 2 of the war. Germans tend to be "forthright!"

Victor was just as straight-forward, staring at her and saying, "May I be the Executive Director?"

This left Nurnisha Kalis flustered.

If you're the boss, what am I?

Playing the sidekick?

Hahaha, Victor loves his jokes.

Nurnisha Kalis looked at him; Victor's expression was very serious.

What?

This isn't a joke?!

Done for! He's come for my position.

...

Sinaloa. Sierra Madre Occidental!

A sudden downpour made the march exceptionally muddy.

Rommel stepped into a pothole, the splashing mud smelling foul!

"Move it! Move faster!" But he didn't care, shouting at the soldier beside him, giving him a hard shove.

Do you think everyone's like the Indians, not drilling on sunny days, rainy days, summers, or winters?

When they finally do train, uh-oh, it leads to a crash!

32 paratroopers jumped, resulting in 34 dead, including a cow.

Any somewhat normal army wouldn't experience such a thing.

Rommel was quite strict with his soldiers; those who couldn't cut it were told to get lost; there were plenty who wanted to join the first company.

Raining?

Advance even if knives were falling from the sky.

Planning a "blitz" in raincoats!

Hopefully, there aren't any Poles in Mexico?

"Platoon leader! Platoon leader!"

The scout hurried back from the front, his face looking awful, "A pit up ahead...

"What's so strange about a pit?!"

"There are about 40 bodies inside..."