Working as a police officer in Mexico

The people standing nearby were all stunned.

Damn it!

Didn't you just say that?

The Italian standing nearby blushed a little, how come there are so many talents around.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this afternoon, Supreme Leader Victor and President Qua Wuke Mot will invite you to tour the Mexico City military camp, the cars are ready."

The title of "General" sounded too much like a tyrant, making people think it was a military government, so, to differentiate.

In an October parliamentary session.

Qua Wuke Mot gave him the honorific title of "Great Leader of Mexico."

It officially confirmed Victor's status and historical role.

Supreme Leader of the Mexican Revolution, Supreme Marshal of the Mexican Navy, Army, and Air Force, the only true man in North America who faced the U.S. Military head-on—Victor Carlos Vieri.

An impostor Pope in Washington, seeking support and assistance in Mexico, once declared on television that Victor was a Christian Saint.

And was willing to write a biography to commemorate him as a saint.

But Victor refused.

Damn it!

When I was conquering the world, I could use this method, but now that I've established my reign, you want me to play a religious-political unity game?

Do you think this is the Middle East?

We must uphold science.

After all, history proves that systems combining church and state inevitably collapse, only scientific governance can lead people out of "ignorance."

And there will only ever be one such Supreme Leader; after Victor's century, there will be no more.

Casare saw a group of people looking at each other in confusion, paused, and said, "There will be some military equipment on display in the camp, I can tell you, Mexico already has fifth-generation fighter jets!"

"Is it the one from yesterday?" someone eagerly asked.

"Of course!" Casare nodded, puffing out his chest, "Mexico is the first country in the world to develop a fifth-generation aircraft."

Everyone looked at each other, somewhat in disbelief. When they saw it yesterday, some military experts in the crowd immediately noticed something was off, but couldn't see clearly and were only suspicious.

But no one dared to think in that direction, after all, it was too fantastical.

There weren't many planes before, and now they can make fifth-generation jets?

Could it be true that the Americans say Mexico has spies inside stealing?

Under Casare's lead, a group of European and American guests could only suppress their doubts and follow him onto the coach, heading to the Guard 1st Division camp stationed in Mexico City under the protection of the Special Service.

Meanwhile, Victor, who was originally in a good mood, frowned the moment he received a call from Reinhardt Tristan Eugen, the deputy of Canada Hydra, "I know, send the person back, you temporarily take charge of Hydra's operations."

"Yes!" the voice on the other side trembled slightly, shouting loudly.

After hanging up, Joseph Xiafei, sitting beside, noticed the displeased expression on his leader's face.

"The drug war success has made many people arrogant, thinking that just because they have contributions, they are almighty, nonsense!"

"Do you know what Reinhardt Tristan Eugen just told me?"

"He said Heinrich keeps complaining that we are neglecting him, he feels upset and has even been keeping mistresses outside, speaking rudely when drunk, and has now been detained."

Joseph Xiafei was startled, "General, could it be that Reinhardt is saying this deliberately to... gain power?"

"It's possible, but it also indirectly shows that our troops' morale is starting to waver, I've heard someone has already started damaging the military-civilian relationship? A commissar in Sonora State went to procure supplies and beat a farmer? And didn't pay?"

"Don't think I don't know anything!"

Guard Commander Xiafei tensed all over, knowing that the Supreme Leader highly valued the military-civilian relationship, and has indeed felt it, like the current Army Minister Erich Ludendorff, oh, he's no longer now, shortly after expressing views at the last meeting, he was appointed as the president of Mexico Defense University, with deputy Siegmut List as Chief of Staff.

He hadn't even been Army Vice Minister for a month.

"Now is the time to reorganize the troops, strict sentencing where needed, mandatory retirement where needed, show no mercy, I've repeatedly stated that we are the army of the Mexican people, we are not the great lords of Europe and America."

"Apart from this, we must constantly emphasize our mission and responsibility, we are an important force in maintaining world peace, we are striving for the global human drug war, we must have ideals, we must have faith."

"In the future, let the army watch Mexico's national news punctually at seven every evening, then hold a half-hour session of current affairs discussion in groups."

A Mexican style with an inner Chinese bone, doesn't this feel very familiar.

Bunny: Comrade, stop rubbing it, stop rubbing it, you've plucked my scalp bald, look, my side fringe has turned into a middle part.

Joseph Xiafei could only nod, noting these down, preparing to relay them to the military.

At 1 p.m., Victor arrived at the Guard First Division camp's gate, where Commander Erich Manstein and Chief of Staff Gerhard von Rundstedt, along with a group of mid-high levels, were waiting, other European and American guests were also present.

"Supreme Leader!"

They saluted and greeted him.

Victor shook hands with everyone in a dignified manner, making many who saw him for the first time feel that he was not like the tyrant portrayed by the European and American media.

What exactly is human?

Look at some African tyrants, now those are tyrants!

"Everyone, let's go inside."

Victor said loudly, with Cuban representatives and East University beside him, followed by France and other European and American countries, a group of people chatting and laughing as they walked into the camp.