Working as a police officer in Mexico

Sonora State.

The "Cincinnati Canned Food Factory" on the west side of Hermosillo is the largest canning factory in the entire Northern State, with about 20 production lines that can accommodate more than 5,000 employees. It is jointly invested by the Sonora State Assets Supervision and Administration Commission and local businessmen, with the former holding 89% of the shares, giving them absolute control.

Most of the employees here are relatives of military soldiers.

This is also considered another form of "welfare" in Mexico. As long as you serve in the military, your family can get a job in a "state-owned enterprise," which alleviates worries about the future.

"Recruit more people! Keep recruiting! Postpone other orders, prioritize the orders for the logistics department first."

"Hey! Stop rushing, stop rushing, I'm recruiting people!"

The factory director, Casimir Robinson, is a middle-aged man in his forties. He sat in his office, with seven or eight phones ringing furiously on his desk, all demanding more manpower from the production lines, which left him feeling frantic.

Sweating profusely, he hastily called the deputy director in charge of recruitment, asking urgently, "How's it going? How's the recruitment going?!"

"What? What? Too noisy, can't hear..."

On the other end of the line was a cacophony of voices.

"Sir, hire me, I'm very capable."

"No, no, you're too young. Anyway, Director, I need to go hire people." The last part of the sentence was directed at Casimir Robinson before being quickly hung up.

Looking at this "little bean" in front of him, the deputy director waved his hand, "You're too young, everyone, we don't hire anyone under 18, we're not capitalists!"

During the Industrial Revolution, the average lifespan of Manchester, United Kingdom workers was 17 years...

And the agricultural morale index was 35!

Back when Dutch textile workers joined, they typically didn't live more than five years, but this was still better than the United Kingdom, where they didn't survive two years.

Anyone who has seen Snowpiercer knows that asking children to climb the chimneys was because only they could fit inside!

Around 1940, human traffickers in the United Kingdom were still selling three-year-old chimney sweeps.

Mexico's old era was no better, of course, putting drug traffickers and the British Industrial Revolution in the same sentence is a disgrace. After Victor came to power, he didn't allow any unit to employ child laborers. Once that gate was opened, capitalists would get very excited.

Children's values and worldviews are not fully developed, making them easy to exploit.

As for the media's rhetoric, "If child laborers don't work, they'd starve..." Such Yi Lin-type statements are like being strangled by the umbilical cord during birth.

Upon hearing the deputy director's words, the "little bean" standing in front suddenly jumped up, "I, sir, I can work without pay?!!"

"????"

The words "without pay" were indeed quite tempting, but of course, the deputy director still dared not hire him, only curiously looking at him, "Did the Americans squeeze your head in a vice?"

Perhaps feeling it's not right to say such things to a child, he adjusted his words, "Then what do you want?"

The little bean blushed, suddenly jumping onto the table in front, "I want to do my part in defeating imperialism!"

The adults nearby also fell silent.

The deputy director's lips slightly moved...

"Victor Supreme Leader once said, Mexico doesn't just belong to us, it's yours too. A newborn country belongs to everyone. I know I'm young, I can't operate those large machines, but I have hands, I can help on the assembly line. Include me, then the soldiers on the front line can eat the canned food one second earlier."

"But...you're just a child," someone said softly.

The little bean's eyes were shining, "To distinguish warriors based on age and gender is unnecessary, it's about fleeing or advancing!"

"I've never seen God, but I think Victor is His name in the world!"

"Then we would always be his spear."

"Long live Mexico!"

"Long live Victor!!"

Beside him, many "little beans" of the same age excitedly raised their hands and cheered upon hearing these words.

The youngsters may be immature, but because they are, their love for this country remains simple and pure.

The deputy director furrowed his brows, "I admire your courage. What's your name?"

The boy puffed up his chest, "Omar! Omar Bradley, I'm also a member of the Hermosillo Youth League."

"Very good, but still, because of your age, I can't let you work as a child laborer."

Omar Bradley's eyes dimmed, and his companions nearby let out a disappointed sigh.

"But the entrance of the factory lacks guides, can you help me with that?"

Although he couldn't go to the front line, helping with the logistics was definitely worthwhile. Omar lifted his head, vigorously nodded, and pounded his chest with his right hand like a knight from the Middle Ages, "Yes, officer!"

The deputy director beamed with satisfaction.

The moon hung on the distant horizon, shining over this "lively and thriving" Mexico.

As the moonlight reached the California land, it turned cold, shabby, and bewildered.

For instance...

San Diego!

When Mexico suddenly advanced, Mayor Byron Ruiz cursed on social media: "Mexican invaders! You will never get California! We will fight to the end!"

When a division of the 336th Army crossed the Rio Grande, he shouted once more: "We will defend California's rights to the death, come if you dare, the mayor ready to die for the fight awaits you!"

But when Rommel swiftly launched a Blitzkrieg, capturing El Centro in 6 minutes, Bovar in 18 minutes, and the southern city of Chula Vista in San Diego in 42 minutes, leaving only a 12-kilometer distance from San Diego itself...