Working as a police officer in Mexico

As he finished speaking, he left with a peal of laughter.

Inside the room, only Elvis remained, his face red as he stared at the body of his girlfriend lying on the ground, and with a "thud," he knelt down and hugged her body, weeping loudly.

Hearing the crying coming from behind,

Endric remained expressionless.

"Trash is trash; all they can do is cry!"

When this news reached the ears of the "Three Sons" of the Gulf Group, the trio simultaneously maintained their silence.

They started to shrink their heads.

...

The rain poured down heavily in Mexico.

How to describe it?

Under the hazy city, the ground was full of broken reflections.

A little girl, huddled under the eave of the television station's entrance, wearing a summer short sleeve, was soaked and shivered with her eyes closed, muttering, "Mommy…"

Suddenly, a beam of light flashed.

Frightened, the girl quickly opened her eyes, terror in her pupils, as she heard footsteps in the rainy night, and she hugged her head, "Don't kill me, don't kill me…"

A tall figure slowly approached, took off his jacket, and placed it over her…

The little girl looked up; she couldn't see his face, but the Mexican National Emblem on his hat seemed to gleam.

The man left, leading a group of soldiers into the television station.

"By the orders of the Governor's Mansion, Northern Army Fifth Group Commander Guderian has officially taken over the Mexico City Radio Station!"

...

"Liberation!! Mexico City is liberated!"

A newsboy, wearing a cap, sprinted through the streets of various northern cities holding newspapers.

"Give me a copy, hey, kid," a woman called out, raising her hand.

"Give me one too…"

"Over here…"

Many people gathered around.

The headline on the newspaper read, the Fifth Group stormed into Mexico City, the internal armed forces collapsed upon hearing the news, Colonel Guderian liberated the capital!

"The 5th Battalion, my brother serves in the 5th Battalion," a fat-headed bald man excitedly shouted, laughing, "I have to tell my parents, we have a hero in our family!"

Excitedly, he ran down the street, "My brother serves in the 5th Battalion!"

Passersby didn't think he was a madman; instead, they looked at him with envy.

What is this called?

Shared glory!

Especially in the northern society, particularly after Victor's "military system" reform, the main tone emphasized: originating from the people, fighting for the people!

The slogan was the war on drugs.

All for the Mexican people.

Improving welfare and family honor, plus land reform, tsk tsk…

To be honest, Victor is now the god of the north.

He overthrew the old exploitative class and allowed new corporate groups to emerge.

Who wouldn't obey him?

Some people have already started setting off fireworks to celebrate.

The Governor's Mansion also issued a letter, requesting a three-day holiday for units to celebrate the liberation of the capital.

destroying Popovich's drug trafficker government was a beautiful war!

And for the 3rd and 2nd Divisions currently racing towards Mexico City, it feels like despair…

Damn!

Guderian, where did he come from?

Are you playing blitzkrieg?

How could you move so fast?

Oh great heavens, why are you so unjust to me!

It is said that Erich Fagin, the commander of the 2nd Division who pushed through the lines and faced thousands, cursed repeatedly upon hearing the news.

Of course, that's just a rumor.

And Victor, stationed in Leon, was very pleased when he received the liberation news.

"Send a congratulatory telegram to the 5th Battalion, congratulating Guderian, awarding him the title of 'Hero of Mexico' and the Double Sword Oak Leaf Knight Iron Cross Medal, promoting him to Major General, and awarding the 5th Battalion 'Army First-class Merit.'"

Victor was too generous.

The secretary beside him busily recorded his words.

These all had to be recorded in the history of Mexico.

Casare was also excited, as long as the boss is happy, I am happy.

"Boss, should we take advantage of the victory and continue to expand our achievements?"

"What do you think?" Victor looked at Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who had also flown over from Tijuana.

"We should take down the remaining Queretaro State and San Luis Potosi State in the central region, connect the central and northern regions, and then I suggest ending this year's military operations."

"We have been fighting for eight months; it's time to rest. The soldiers also want to go home and see, and with so much land, we need land reforms, business restructuring all need time."

Victor agreed with him that development and progress require time.

"Then it will be tough on Cuauhtémoc and Casare, they will be busy below."

Fat Casare patted his chest, "Boss, rest assured, even if I starve my two hundred pounds lighter, I won't let the people go hungry again, let them know, when Victor arrives, there is justice, when Victor arrives, the drug traffickers run!"

He smugly flattered, and Victor smiled and pointed at him.

Those around him all looked on with envy.

"General, there is an Iraqi plane wishing to land in Tijuana, on board is the Intelligence Bureau chief Barzan Ibrahim al-Tikrit."

Right then, an accompanying officer knocked and entered.

"Isn't this Saddam's brother, what's he doing? We don't have good relations with them," Casare said.

Victor furrowed his brow but quickly relaxed, "Between nations and powers, there are no permanent friends or enemies; since a friend has come, we should certainly welcome him. Let Cuauhtémoc greet him on my behalf."

They were all wise; they quickly understood what the other side wanted.

Just hoping for some benefits or forming an alliance.

After all…

Now, the biggest anti-American leader is Victor.

He is honored by the Central American GC guerillas as the "Vanguard"; quite a prominent title indeed.

"Remember, don't agree to any of his requests."

Unless he supports the war on drugs.

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