Afternoon.
In the television station of Ensenada City.
Officer Guillermo, head of the Trat Police Departnt, and Victor, the "speaker" of the Guadalupe Island Police Departnt, jointly held a "public speech" to the outside.
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 Departnt would provide the Trat Police Departnt with financial aid of 5 million US Dollars and a number of weapons and equipnt.
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 mont, 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 ti, 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 inco, but for Victor, it was "legal inco". 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 departnt’s weapons and funds co 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 cara, "I know everyone is very curious about this."
"So I will tell the public that my weapons and funds all co 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, ’xico 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 beca 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 ti, I felt very lost, but rembering my father’s words gave confidence. I sold the factory, house, car, and even broke up with my girlfriend of 7 years.
I loved her, just as I love xico."
"Until we have completely won this war, my life belongs to xico and all xican people!"
"I used that money to purchase weapons and to pay the police departnt’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 cara with deep emotion, "¡¡Os amo, mamá y papá, os amo, México! (I love you, mom and dad, I love you, xico!)"
This statent must be written into "Victor’s Quotes!"
To be published in a volu later on.
Victor wiped away his tears, and this scene was broadcasted on television.
In Ensenada City, Lower California Vriny City, xico...
Hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions of people watched this scene, all deeply moved, with even the more emotional viewers already wiping away their tears alongside him.
Santos from Guadalupe Island lay in his mother’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably, eyes red, as Victor’s number one fanboy’s eyes radiated even greater strength.
"So, Mr. Victor keeps his pain inside; he truly is the strongest person!"
Many of his political enemies and rivals couldn’t help but laugh in front of the TV at this sight.
Benjamin from the Tijuana Cartel stared hard at the television, grinding his teeth, the veins in his palms visibly throbbing.
CTMD!
You can spin a yarn better than a drug trafficker.
Benjamin had checked his background; your family doesn’t own a damn thing, let alone a factory. Not even two toilets to your na.
Benjamin swore under his breath, but could only sit on the couch, in a house that had lost all its liveliness, where once many brothers had been.
He sat alone.
The reflection of Victor’s speech on the television seed to mock him.
When Victor and his entourage exited the television station, they were t by a crowd outside.
Casare was also there in casual clothes, along with many familiar faces from the EDM scene.
"Mr. Victor! Please stay in Dan Senada City, we need you here," soone said.
"Mr. Victor, I want to join your cause," another declared.
"Victor..."
Many people pushed forward, but the officers held them back.
A little girl happened to fall right in front of him and Victor rushed over to help her up, carefully patting the dirt off her knees and conveniently "facing the cara."
"Are you okay?" Victor asked "gently."
The little girl shook her head and kissed him on the cheek, "My mom asked to thank you. She said if it hadn’t been for you avenging us, my dad’s death would have been in vain."
"Your dad was?"
"He was a policeman! The kind that fights the bad guys!"
Victor’s eyes reddened as he nodded and hugged the child, raising his hand for silence until the cheers stopped.
Then he spoke as if choosing his words carefully.
"Her father was my colleague, a true hero. I am glad there are people like him in Dan Senada City. I’m not alone in xico, this is her child, and she will be my child too! I will sponsor her until she turns 18 and graduates from college so that my colleague and the warriors on the frontline of drug enforcent won’t be disappointed."
"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, beco one of them!"
"Ladies and gentlen, are you ready? We will fight to the end, to make xico great again!"
The applause was thunderous.
The cheers were overwhelming.
The new guy, Guillermo, watched in astonishnt, admitting to himself that Victor’s speech was indeed very inspiring, the passionate sentint 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 xico?
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 na "Victor" would certainly beco a trending topic.
Casare stood in a corner, smoking a cigarette as if waiting for soone.
Soon, a man with a little girl in his arms ca hurrying over. The man was dressed plainly, his face scruffy with an unkempt beard, and the little girl was the sa 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. xico is dood, 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 xican people to have better lives."
The man was taken aback, looking at his daughter.
She bravely t his gaze.
"I think we should go to Guadalupe Island and see. Father, I believe xico has truly welcod the one chosen by God."
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