Working as a police officer in Mexico

The sky is misty.

It's as if the heavens have taken too much.

Albuquerque in New Mexico is covered with armed personnel, the flashing police lights are daunting.

It's been fifteen days since the "military disaster," but the scars remain, the burned church, the ruined old town, and the Albuquerque Biological Park ruins, all seem to be saying...

The damn 7th Infantry Division!

But that's not all, before the rescue teams arrived, a "small bunch" of survivors started further pillaging and plundering!

When the ground troops reached Albuquerque, these guys even attacked the troops.

According to the Supreme Leader's command, one word: "Kill!"

Have you ever heard the sound of a tank crushing human bones?

Have you seen the scene of machine-guns sweeping down on rioters?

In just over two hours, Albuquerque was quiet, bodies piled like mountains, blood and residual hair even blocked the sewers, when residents turned on the taps, they saw blood-red liquid.

It looked quite eerie.

But there's hope in living, isn't there?

Today, that is October 2nd, the main road was cordoned off, and no one was allowed to enter or leave Albuquerque, ordinary citizens were clueless about what was happening, and could only lean on windows watching helicopters hovering in the sky, puzzled.

At ten in the morning, when a convoy draped in the Mexican flag drove down the main road under the protection of Humvee military vehicles, everyone leaning on the windows realized that some big shot had arrived.

In Albuquerque's old town, atop the ruins, stood over a hundred citizens, their eyes filled with panic and alarm, most of them were original residents of the old town, the rest were plain-clothed personnel.

As Victor and Casare disembarked from the car.

The Albuquerque residents… stared silently!

Casare cursed shit, where are the cheers? He gestured to an officer following behind him, who then knowingly signaled to the "plants" in the crowd, and applause erupted.

"Victor! Mr. Leader!"

"Mr. Leader, wuwuwu..."

Several women excitedly reached out, tears nearly bursting forth.

Why so… prominent?

Although many found it awkward, it's just a show, right? For thousands of years, which politician hasn't put on a show, and without arranging people, are you sure the leader will be hugging kids and not a human bomb?

It's also for safety.

But like the later "Old Immortal" pulling wire fences, it's really rare in this lifetime, no, when it was put online by the Indian guys, it showed they thought it was fine.

Victor felt sick seeing that kind of moron.

No, all Indians are disgusting!

Being able to venture into such a chaotic place like Albuquerque, Victor's reputation would rise further, under the "care" of three or four cameras, he maintained a gentle smile, waved, shook hands with citizens, and even accepted children from their hands.

Casare took out the prepared lollipops, Victor acted like a Father, the camera even zoomed in.

"Rest assured, the Mexican Government is resolutely protecting and ensuring everyone's safety. I know, in this victimization, but as long as there's breath, life will always find a crack to penetrate the darkness and grow upwards."

"As long as we live, tomorrow's sun will be worth our expectation; as long as we live, we have the ability to create new hope for ourselves and for the world."

"Remember, I am with you."

"The Mexican Government will absolutely bring the murderers to justice!"

"We will also fulfill our promise, hang the heads of those despicable, vile, inhumane bastards in these ruins and make them apologize to the victims!"

"Similarly, we despise those individuals and organizations who, during difficult times, obstructed rescue for their selfish desires, the Mexican Government will also clear them out."

Victor swung his right hand vigorously, "God cannot save Albuquerque, but I will!"

"Live on!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, look to the future, gaze towards the future!"

"Of course, the promised compensation will be fully distributed within the next half month, likewise, we have already opened a dedicated donation fund at the Imperial Bank, all this money will be used for post-disaster reconstruction and maintaining welfare institutions, I assure you, you, you all!"

Victor boldly and aggressively pointed at a few people, those pointed at shuddered, instinctively raised their heads to look at him, yet dared not directly meet his gaze.

"Promise you, if anyone touches a penny belonging to Albuquerque's citizens, I will throw them off a helicopter! This is my promise to you, and my promise regarding future corruption issues in Mexico!"

This was Victor's first time openly discussing corruption onsite, more people were fearful of his tactics.

Clearly, the accompanying officials around felt itchy to some extent, their eyes somewhat dodgy... though the Mexican government's civil servant salaries aren't low, even 20% higher than the United States' average, but who would think money's too much?

The Ministry of Internal Affairs has already arrested 221 people in the first half of the year, the anti-corruption remains under high pressure.

"Besides that, I personally donate 15 million US dollars to the dedicated account, every penny, every expenditure will be visible to everyone, remember, I stand with you!!"

If a high-ranking official donates 15 million US dollars in places like Asia, surely they'd be investigated, but in Europe and America, as long as you haven't embezzled public funds, basically no one bothers you, the rule that civil servants and their relatives cannot engage in business activities does not circulate here.