Working as a police officer in Mexico

California, Mexico Army Command College.

Santos, who already bears the rank of Major, looks quite different.

This young man from "Gua Island" has matured a lot, reaching a height of just over 170 centimeters, with a rugged face.

He is also Victor's "godson."

Having once served in the 223rd Regiment of the National Guard, he later joined the "Clean-up Department," but then was sent to the Military Academy for further studies, when he was still a Lieutenant.

This Major rank wasn't just gained through connections; in the all-Military Academy competition in Mexico, he broke the record by carrying 35 pounds fully armed and achieving a time of 18:40 seconds, earning a First-class Merit, and also ranked first in unarmed climbing, basic mapping, and operational command...

Reported directly to the superior, became a Major.

He is also the only student ranked at the school level in the Army Command College.

When Victor heard the news, he even called him, telling him to continue his studies at the Military Academy.

Just as the teacher finished the class, and he was preparing to exercise on the playground, the department instructor (Major) ran in, "Everyone sit tight, class leaders adjust the channel, the Supreme Leader will make a national speech."

Saying that, he ran to the next classroom.

Santos froze but quickly stood up shouting for everyone to sit tight; the military academy is different from regular schools; if you don't obey orders, they really hit you, and you may even get expelled. Everyone sat up straight, and he took the remote to turn on the TV, tuning to the national channel.

They saw the camera aimed at a scene of ruins, with a table set in front, microphones placed on it.

Santos and the others felt an immediate unease.

It was raining lightly on site, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Victor, dressed in a black suit, stood in the rain, his voice transmitting through the television.

"Today, our compatriots, our lives, our freedom, have been subjected to a series of planned, brutal terrorist attacks. Many innocent lives were lost, longing for a day's life, with their parents, wives, husbands waiting at home. But all of this has been vilely and disgracefully destroyed!"

"They just wanted to live, what did they do wrong!"

"Do you see behind me?"

"The bastards of the Medellin Cartel, Cali Cartel, Israel Mossad, and Central America 'Contra' organization caused this disaster, treating us like sheep and pigs for slaughter!"

"I'm not here today to issue a useless condemnation, but to reclaim respect for the deceased 277 compatriots and 140 million living Mexicans."

Victor's voice was deep, "I'm declaring war here!"

"I will conduct indiscriminate attacks on everyone within the aforementioned organizations, I'll find you, your parents will die, your brothers will die, your wives will die, your children will die too, including you, watching them die in front of your eyes one by one."

When Victor listed these organizations, many Europe and America representatives standing below showed a grim expression.

Upon hearing his murderous words, everyone felt a chill.

This is wiping out entire families.

"Israel, I have missiles, but I hope your God can bless you!"

Victor finished speaking and walked away without turning his head.

The reporters below hurriedly photographed his back.

This...

Declared war on Israel?

This is definitely front-page news!

Members from East University and Cuba stood shoulder to shoulder below, their expressions solemn, looking at each other but also silent.

What can they say?

Advise Victor to accept a political settlement?

That wouldn't be Victor.

In the Mexico Army Command College, Santos watched the camera broadcast the tragic scenes and the somber narration, gripping his fist tightly, his breathing somewhat erratic, and then stood up.

"Santos, where are you going?" asked a familiar classmate eagerly.

"To the principal's office, apply to join the combat troops, I want to kill all those drug traffickers and Israelis!"

"I'll go with you, I'll go with you."

Still young, the hot-blooded fervor surged to their heads, rushing toward the principal's office, where they saw many people coming out of classrooms in the corridor.

A classmate from a different class was pounding his chest in anguish, crying out, while someone next to him kept comforting him.

"That's Adolf from class 6, I just heard, his sister and nephew died in the explosion attack..." whispered a classmate standing behind Santos.

"Damn bastards!"

He led his classmates into Principal Robert O'Roark's office, saluting the other, "Sir, we request to go to the front line, to the battlefield!"

"I haven't received any notice, you are still students now." The old principal shook his head.

Santos didn't argue, he took a deep look at the other, turned, and left.

"Where are we going now?" His childhood friend Campos, also a Captain now, asked beside him.

"To the playground, I need a microphone."

Campos nodded vigorously, heads with a few people to the teacher's office... stole one out, by the time he reached the playground, Santos had already stepped onto the flag-raising platform.

Handing him the microphone, Campos had a gut feeling that what follows would be history in the school's annals.

"Students!"

"The country is dishonored to such an extent, are we military academy students still bowing over our desks in school?"

"If I can't defend the dignity of my country and our nation, then what's the point of studying at this military academy? I'm never here to become an officer, I'm here to make everyone understand that Mexico never yields!"

Gradually, more and more people gathered, many peering over from the corridor above, while on the playground, many slowly converged over.