Afternoon.
In the television station of Ensenada City.
Officer Guillermo, head of the Trat Police Department, and Victor, the "speaker" of the Guadalupe Island Police Department, jointly held a "public speech" to the outside.
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They severely criticized the damage inflicted by the Tijuana Cartel on Ensenada City, as well as the brutality against innocent people, and vowed to join forces to strike back!
For this, the Guadalupe Island Police Department would provide the Trat Police Department with financial aid of 5 million US Dollars and a number of weapons and equipment.
They would also offer condolences in the form of 100,000 Pesos to the families of frontline officers who sacrificed themselves in the "Ensenada City War on Drugs".
Furthermore, a "Victor Aid Station" would be opened in the city, where any citizen in need could apply for assistance, receiving the utmost support.
Upon release of this news, Victor's reputation skyrocketed in Ensenada City.
Problems that can be resolved with money, for the moment, are not really problems.
Just last night, raids on drug trafficker dens led to the seizure of over 20 million US Dollars in cash. Given more time, perhaps even more could have been squeezed from the drug cartel leaders.
That money was all dirty; the Tijuana Cartel had special money laundering operatives in various places in Baja California, responsible for cleaning the cash.
Before it could be laundered,
Victor "exterminated" them.
For the drug traffickers, that money was unrecognized income, but for Victor, it was "legal income". There were plenty of places on the island that could use the cash flow, and it would eventually make its way back into his own hands.
"Director Victor, may I ask where your police department's weapons and funds come from? Could you share with our audience?" a male reporter, who had been "requested" beforehand, stood up with a microphone and asked.
Victor glanced at the bewildered Guillermo beside him, then sighed as he looked into the camera, "I know everyone is very curious about this."
"So I will tell the public that my weapons and funds all come from legitimate sources, clearly listed in my accounts. My family is actually quite wealthy; my parents earned a lot in business and could have moved to a safer country."
"But my father said, 'Mexico is where I was born and raised; we can't expect what the country can do for us, but must search our conscience and ask what we can do for the country.'"
"I've always kept these words in mind, so I attended the police academy and became a honored police officer. I could protect the public, but I wasn't able to protect my parents from the drug traffickers' revenge. At that time, I felt very lost, but remembering my father's words gave me confidence. I sold the factory, house, car, and even broke up with my girlfriend of 7 years.
I loved her, just as I love Mexico."
"Until we have completely won this war, my life belongs to Mexico and all Mexican people!"
"I used that money to purchase weapons and to pay the police department's salaries. I believe my tiny spark in the cold darkness will surely call to more like-minded individuals. Officer Guillermo is one, but he definitely won't be the last."
Victor looked into the camera with deep emotion, "¡¡Os amo, mamá y papá, os amo, México! (I love you, mom and dad, I love you, Mexico!)"
This statement must be written into "Victor's Quotes!"
To be published in a volume later on.
"It is this kind of hero we should admire forever!"
"We cannot let them shed blood and tears; what we must do is to respect the heroes! Admire them, learn from them, become one of them!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? We will fight to the end, to make Mexico great again!"
The applause was thunderous.
The cheers were overwhelming.
The new guy, Guillermo, watched in astonishment, admitting to himself that Victor's speech was indeed very inspiring, the passionate sentiment almost made one feel ready to take up arms and fight.
This "acting" was nothing short of miraculous.
Why aren't you acting in Hollywood, next door? Why fight drug trafficking in Mexico?
Really.
Victor and his entourage got into the cars that were ready at the entrance, and as he stepped in, Victor didn't forget to wave goodbye.
Only after the cars had driven away did the excited crowd slowly disperse, but the name "Victor" would certainly become a trending topic.
Casare stood in a corner, smoking a cigarette as if waiting for someone.
Soon, a man with a little girl in his arms came hurrying over. The man was dressed plainly, his face scruffy with an unkempt beard, and the little girl was the same one Victor had held earlier.
Casare teased her a bit.
Then he handed over a stack of US dollars.
"You make sure no one knows about this."
The man nodded fervently, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."
Casare nodded in satisfaction and walked away.
The man counted the money, giggling to himself.
"Stephanie, we're going to leave for the United States. Mexico is doomed, everyone is lying, everyone's mouth is filthy and sinful," the man said casually to his daughter.
"But..."
"I just felt that uncle was being sincere."
Stephanie looked up at her father. "I could hear it in his voice, feel his body trembling. I believe him, he wasn't deceiving us, he really wants the Mexican people to have better lives."
The man was taken aback, looking at his daughter.
She bravely met his gaze.
"I think we should go to Guadalupe Island and see. Father, I believe Mexico has truly welcomed the one chosen by God."
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