Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 606 - 365: Casare, are you lacking maternal love?_2

Hey, don't even say it, although he is over forty years old, his skin is really not bad.

"Cough, cough, cough, that's enough, go back to your room and rest, and everyone pay attention, what should be said and what should not be said." Mr. Donald stood up and said, glancing at Diane Rodham before taking his faction upstairs first.

Leaving a bunch of Republicans staring at each other with wide eyes and narrow eyes.

"Let's go!"

Finally, Diane Rodham gritted her teeth and huffed.

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Meanwhile, inside the meeting hall of the Governor's Mansion—National Palace, the atmosphere was very lively, and the journalists arranged by Minister of Propaganda Goebbels were very polite, avoiding questions that would make everyone unhappy.

See, that's more like it.

After the meeting, Victor and his entourage went to a luncheon, where they exchanged waves of toast and drank a fair amount of wine.

"So, I've heard that the Governor's soldiers are exchanging fire in Nuevo Leon?" A swarthy man in glasses said, asking in fluent Spanish.

All eyes around him turned to look.

"My warriors are reclaiming Nuevo Leon, a fractured Mexico is not what I want, but a Mexico ruled by drug traffickers is what I abhor. We all work together for a new ideal!"

"I love them, and I hope my soldiers on the frontline stay safe, to their honor," Victor raised his glass of red wine.

Everyone raised their glasses in a toast to victory.

"And I've heard that a platoon of 300 men held off two battalions of 4000 drug traffickers for hours, causing quite a stir online," the Ugandan official said with evident astonishment in his voice.

300 versus 4000!

Such a record is incredible in modern warfare.

It's all over the Internet?

In fact, the 1990s were the prime time for the rise of the Internet, especially Mexico, which was close to the United States, was also caught up in the trend, abetted by Victor's deliberate guidance.

In April 1991, The Mexican Computer Center was established, and despite sick leave, a forum was set up to allow people to post and idle about, greatly entertaining the public.

Computers are a bit expensive at the moment, but once Mexico's component industry improves, it won't be a problem, or if all else fails, they'll just smuggle them officially!

Send some "chamber pots" to buy them in the United States.

Currently, the majority of computer users in Mexico are in several large Northern cities, with a number exceeding 200,000, while at the same time, the United States had 3.3 million households with computers.

A significant difference.

The "Savilian Village" conflict was also the first battle result of the Northern Mexican Army to be spread on the Internet.

Almost the entire North America, no, even the whole world, as long as they were active on forums, knew about this war.

There were even photos!

Video?

The BBS system wasn't yet powerful enough for that at the time.

But even so.

The scene where Philis "tackled two at once" made many front pages; next to a destroyed car, a warrior carried his comrade forward.

Many people called to ask what had happened in the end.

But it must be said that this photo brought great popularity to both Victor and the Northern Army.

It also made many young people develop a kind of "longing?" for the drug war happening in Mexico.

Idiots, as if war is something to long for...

They just thought it looked cool.

Victor's eyes red with tears, he passed his wine glass to someone else, tears almost welling up, "Marine Fourth Division 336th Regiment A Battalion A Company, originally reorganized from the Mexican Army, their Captain Helvin Sandoval was an exceptional commander, a passionate warrior, a man who... loved life enormously. He had his own children, a wife who loved him, but he dedicated his life to all of Mexico."

"He is the real hero!"

As he spoke, his tears uncontrollably flowed.

"People outside only see their courage in the heat of battle, but I see, my soldiers, my brothers fighting for the drug prohibition cause!"

"With such hope, we will definitely defeat the enemy, if I fall, then my son is still here, if my son falls, then my grandson will remain, in the future, I want to wipe out all the drug traffickers on this planet, I want them to think of me, Victor, when they see drugs!"

"This path, we follow until death!"

Applause thundered.

The little fanboy, Venezuelan Nicholas Maro Moro, clapped his hands red.

Luz Inasi Lu Dasilva was even more determined to ask Victor to send soldiers to help with drug prohibition in Rio de Janeiro!

The Ugandan official was also moved, "Sir, may I... may I meet them?"

Victor quieted down.

"Tomorrow, they will arrive in Tijuana by special plane, and they will be buried in the national cemetery, and we will hold a memorial service for them."

"Please let us attend, we Ugandans hold the most sincere respect for warriors."

The official said solemnly.

Victor certainly wouldn't refuse and nodded in agreement, as others came forward expressing their wish to pay their respects.

After the luncheon, someone will take them to rest.

The meetings don't last every minute, and some of them even get to go shopping in Tijuana.

"Minister Kay, should we really attend the spirit welcoming?" a Ugandan official asked the bespectacled black man.

His eyes flickered with wisdom as he lowered his voice, "If we get on good terms, naturally we can ask him for some weapons we don't have."

That is, the latter was his brother; otherwise, he wouldn't bother explaining.