Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1291: 626: Ask Them If They Are Willing to Surrender

Chapter 1291: Chapter 626: Ask Them If They Are Willing to Surrender to Us! (Part 2)

Such a wasteful endeavor is still called a “perfect elder.”

Casare respectfully took the manuscript with both hands, and despite having a good relationship with Victor, he remained as respectful as ever.

He carefully reviewed it, waiting for about ten minutes before exclaiming, “Rich in emotion throughout. I think even if you invited those professional writers from the Secretariat, they couldn’t do better than you. But Boss, you wrote too fast, the formatting is a bit untidy, let fix it for you later.”

You can’t say what the leader wrote isn’t good, but saying there’s no problem makes it seem too fake and not thorough. If you nitpick, the leader thinks you’re looking for trouble, so you have to point out issues that aren’t too important but appear significant.

Formatting!

Television speech, who sees the formatting?

But Victor was very pleased; he glanced at his watch, “It’s already getting late. Stay here for dinner with tonight, my wife has made sothing delicious.”

“That would be great!”

Victor retained the habit of dining at ho; when Belsaria saw Casare was there, she was delighted, gesturing for him to sit down.

“No need to be formal, sister-in-law, I’ll help myself.”

“As you wish.” Victor poured himself half a glass of beer, took a bite of food, praised his wife, making Belsaria very happy.

You can’t tell that they nearly split over an affair years ago.

The atmosphere was very harmonious.

After dinner, Belsaria even changed him into traditional xican attire, complete with a wide-brimd hat and cape, looking like Zorro to those unaware.

Eight o’clock in the evening.

Victor always appeared in front of the cara.

The crowd strolling on the lively streets looked up to the big screens on shopping centers, won mopping at ho heard the commotion on TV, and prisoners repenting in their cells sat up straight at the guards’ shouts; when they saw Victor dressed in traditional attire, they unconsciously stopped in their tracks.

“Mom, look!” a child suddenly pointed at the big screen shouting, his mother hurriedly patted his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

“Dear fellow xicans,

“As the golden marigolds again line the road to mory, as the warmth of the candlelight dispels the evening’s chill, as the air fills with the sweet aroma of bread and cocoa’s rich taste…xico, our beloved country, once more opens its heart, embracing the eternal cycle of life in the most unique and affectionate manner. We welco the Day of the Dead—a celebration engraved deep in our souls, a grand reunion filled with love and laughter across life and death!!”

Victor set down the manuscript and began speaking without notes.

“Fellow countryn, the Day of the Dead is far more than just a festival. It’s a philosophical declaration by our xican nation, understanding life, embracing death, and extolling connection, as brilliantly observed by the great poet Octavio Paz: ‘Death is the xican’s favorite toy, it’s his eternal love.’ For us, death is not a cold end, but a tender reflection over the river of life, a sweet reunion with the souls of loved ones from the other side.

“This year, we anticipate over 11 million xican compatriots and foreign visitors, each with their unique and devout ways, participating in this celebration of life and mory. 11 million hearts! This is not rely a number; it is 11 million commitnts to tradition, 11 million heartfelt exchanges transcending ti and space.

“I see you:

before carefully constructed altars at ho, displaying the favorite food, beverages, and ntos of deceased loved ones; the flickering candlelight is the ssenger across dinsions; the vibrant marigold petals serve as starry guidance ho; wisps of incense carry our endless longing to the skies.

“In solemn yet lively ceteries, you keep vigil all night, cleaning and decorating, accompanying sleeping loved ones with cheerful voices, lodious music, and familiar food. This isn’t sorrowful crying, but loving companionship, whispering to them: ‘You have never been forgotten, you live forever in our mories and lives.'”

“In community squares, school classrooms, art exhibitions, you use colorful skull makeup, humorous Katrina skulls, moving poetry, and dancing to interpret our openness and humor towards death. Art dispels fear, laughter pays tribute to eternity.”

“Countryn, the Day of the Dead is our cultural treasure, recognized by UNESCO as intangible cultural heritage of humanity!!!!”

“It shines with our xican nation’s extraordinary resilience, creativity, and unwavering loyalty to family, roots. During this festival, regardless of class, regardless of region, we imrse in profound cultural identity and collective emotion together. It reminds us: life is precious because of its limitations, while love, mory, and tradition give life the power to transcend ti.”

“In this mont filled with love and mory, our hearts also hold deep respect and rembrance. Tonight, on our altar, not only are family photographs displayed, but solemnly commorating those who bravely sacrificed for xico’s peace and future in the anti-drug campaign—our police, soldiers, law enforcent officers, community workers, and all the ordinary heroes who gave their lives to fight against drugs.”

Victor spoke emotionally, perhaps recalling those brothers who fought alongside him for the world, many of whom fell before dawn.

“They are the guardians of this land, protectors of children’s smiles, the cornerstone of community peace. With boundless courage and selfless dedication, they face the darkness directly, securing a safer, more hopeful tomorrow for us. Their unreturned figures are forever etched in our country’s collective mory. Their sacrifice, heavy yet glorious, shines like the brightest candle on tonight’s altar, illuminating our pursuit of justice and lasting peace.”