Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Here, our Northern Army is different from the previous troops," the General said, "everything we have comes from the people, and we are also from the people. So, we must consider from the perspective of the people, we can't trouble you. Even if we have to trouble you, we have to give you the fruits of your labor."

"The purpose of the Northern Army is to let all our Mexican brethren enjoy fairness and respect!"

The Lieutenant was clearly well-read, speaking in a polished manner. The villagers were taken aback, and the Village Head's eyes flickered before he smiled broadly, accepting the money.

"Come on, follow me to prepare the meal, Grianna, and take the officers to rest for a while."

The woman who had been feeding the donkey seemed very afraid of the Village Head, clutching the basin tightly.

After the Village Head left, she whispered to the Lieutenant, "Please follow me," and led the way with her head down.

The Lieutenant didn't mind, thinking she was just shy, and directed the tank to move in.

He didn't notice...

In a dark corner, a pair of eyes watched them fiercely.

The girl led the troops to an open space in the center of the village and brought chairs for them.

"Thank you~," the Lieutenant said with a smile, pulling out a piece of candy from his pocket and handing it over, "Here, have a taste."

"This is a new product from the Northern Candy Factory, tastes great."

The girl hesitated.

The Lieutenant stuffed it into her mouth and patted his pocket, "I've got plenty more, just ask me if you run out."

She lowered her head and put the candy into her mouth, it was sweet!

"They say your name is Grianna?"

She nodded her head.

"That's a beautiful name, it means 'pure treasure' in Spanish. Your parents must have loved you."

"My parents are already dead."

The Lieutenant's face stiffened, then he looked slightly flustered, "Sorry, sorry."

"It's okay, you... look like a student." It was the first time the girl had initiated a question.

The Lieutenant nodded vigorously, "I was a student at the Monterrey Institute of Technology, but I dropped out in my sophomore year."

"Why?"

"I realized my knowledge had no way to save my country. The more I read, the more I knew, the more helpless I felt."

"Every day, I had to face drug traffickers in the school, see those sick addicts on the streets. I felt, my country couldn't go on like this."

"I turned to God. But then I found out the Priest who baptized me was on drugs, ha, in Mexico, even God would have to traffic drugs."

The Lieutenant laughed self-deprecatingly, "Later, I believed in Victor." His eyes glowed with fervor, "The General told me, we love Mexico deeply, hence we need to rescue them. Whether Northern or Southern, they are all our kin. Those drug traffickers, tycoons, corrupt officials hold fortunes upon fortunes. We should distribute this money to the poor!"

Grianna listened with wide eyes, "Really... is that possible?"

"If we don't try, it will never be possible. On the path of national salvation, we can try anything, but the love for our country and people must never die out, that's what the General said."

Grianna lowered her head, gripping the candy wrapper in her hand tightly.

"Officer, officer, come and have some fruit first." The Village Head came up with a tray of fruits—mangoes, avocados, raspberries—which looked rather lavish.

"Oh, how can I accept this." The Lieutenant stood up hastily to refuse.

But the Village Head insisted excitedly, "The Northern Army has fought hard for us, it is only right. Have some fruits, there's no problem."

This moved the Lieutenant, and after a thought, "Let's all have some together."

"No need, no need, we... we grow them ourselves, feel free to eat." A middle-aged man shook his head slightly nervously, standing stiffly as if petrified, clutching at his clothes.

The Lieutenant thought he was just being polite, thanked the Village Head, and was about to pop a raspberry into his mouth.

"Officer!" Grianna suddenly called out.

He looked at her puzzled, noticing her anxious face, "What's wrong?"

"These..."

The Village Head's expression changed, signaling at the villagers. Two burly women grabbed Grianna aggressively and started to drag her away, "She just wants you to slow down, officer."

"Alright, Grianna, go make some food, let the officers rest a bit." The women pulled her away.

While the Lieutenant found it strange, he just smiled it off.

Grianna was dragged into a room by the two burly women and roughly thrown to the ground. One of them cursed at her fiercely. Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire

"You bastard, what do you think you're doing!"

The other played the good cop, crouching down, caressing her hair, "Have you forgotten how your parents died? They were killed by the Northern Army."

"But, they were drug traffickers."

Before she could finish, a slap came flying at her face.

"You heartless thing! If they didn't traffic drugs, how would we feed you, how would you get educated? Have you forgotten once you were taught for a few years?"

Grianna lowered her head, like a scolded child; her parents had been gunned down by the Northern Army while trafficking drugs during an attempted smuggling into the United States.

Their bodies were torn to pieces.

But now she had grown up, with her own understanding. Can't one survive without trafficking drugs?!

The entire village was filled with drug traffickers.

But...

I don't want to be a drug trafficker!

I just want to live in peace, to volunteer, to see the world.

Meanwhile, under the big tree in the center of the village.

The Northern Army was happily eating the fruits, the Lieutenant had just discarded a mango pit when he suddenly felt a severe pain in his stomach.

"Aiyo, aiyo..." His fellow Lieutenant clasped his stomach, fell to the ground, and began to scream and roll in agony. Suddenly... he vomited blood, kicked his legs, and died with his eyes wide open.