Afternoon.
At Ensenada's TV station.
Tecate Police Chief Guillermo and Guadalupe Island Police Station "leader" Victor jointly issued a "public statement."
Severely condemning Tijuana drug trafficking group's harm to Ensenada and brutality toward innocent people, they would coordinate to strike against them!
For this, Guadalupe Island Police Station would provide Tecate Police Station with $5 million in financial aid plus various weapons and equipment.
They would also provide 100,000 pesos in condolences to families of frontline officers who sacrificed their lives in the "Ensenada Anti-Drug War."
Additionally, they would open a "Victor Assistance Station" in the city. For any life needs, any citizen could apply for help and receive maximum support.
Once this news broke, Victor's reputation instantly soared in Ensenada.
Problems that could be solved with money currently weren't problems.
Last night's strikes against drug dealer hideouts seized over $20 million in cash. With limited time, if they'd interrogated drug leader longer, they might have squeezed out tens of millions more.
This money wasn't clean. Tijuana drug trafficking group had specialized money laundering tools in various Baja California regions, responsible for cleaning this money.
It hadn't been taken out yet.
Victor had "eliminated" them.
For drug dealers this was unknown income, but for Victor it was "legitimate income." Many places on the island needed money - circulate it once and it came back to his hands.
"Chief Victor, may I ask where your police station's weapons and funds come from? Could you tell the audience?" A "commissioned" male reporter stood up with a microphone.
Victor looked at the bewildered Guillermo beside him, then at the camera, sighing, "I know everyone is very curious about this."
"Let me tell ordinary citizens. My weapons, equipment and funds all have normal sources. My account books are crystal clear. Actually my family was quite well-off. We used to run businesses and made a lot of money. I could have completely gone to safer countries."
"But my father said: Mexico is the place that gave birth to and raised me. We can't expect what this country can do for us, but must touch our consciences and ask what we can do for this country."
"I always kept these words in my mind, so I entered police academy and became a glorious police officer. But I could protect ordinary citizens yet couldn't protect my parents. They were retaliated against by drug dealers. I was very lost then, but remembering my father's words gave me confidence again. I sold the factory, house, car, and broke up with my girlfriend of seven years. I love her, just as I love Mexico."
"Before completely winning this war, my life belongs to Mexico, belongs to all Mexican people!"
"I used this money to purchase weapons and pay police station salaries. I believe my dim light in this cold darkness will surely summon more like-minded people. Officer Guillermo is one, but definitely won't be the last."
Victor looked affectionately at the camera, "Os amo, mamá y papá, os amo, México! (I love you, mom and dad, I love you, Mexico!)!"
This line must be written into "Victor's Quotations!"
Published as a book later.
Victor wiped his tears. This scene was broadcast through television.
Ensenada, Baja California, Mexico...
Hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions of people seeing this scene were all moved. More emotional ones were already wiping tears with him.
Santos from Guadalupe Island lay in his mother's arms, crying his heart out with red eyes. This Victor's number one fan's eyes burst with even greater power.
"So Mr. Victor hides pain in his heart. He's the strongest person!"
Many political enemies or opponents watching this scene on TV laughed angrily.
Tijuana drug trafficking group's Benjamín stared at the TV, grinding his teeth, veins clearly visible on his palms.
Fuck!
You're more full of shit than me, a drug dealer.
Benjamín had investigated his background. Your family had no assets whatsoever. Run a factory? Didn't even have two toilets.
Benjamín cursed under his breath but could only sit on the sofa. Such a big house had lost its liveliness. Originally, there were many brothers here.
He sat alone in desolation.
The TV reflected Victor's speech, seeming to mock him.
When Victor's group emerged from the TV station, outside was packed with people.
Casare also wore civilian clothes standing inside, along with many familiar EDM faces.
"Mr. Victor! Please stay in Ensenada. We need you here."
"Mr. Victor, I want to join your cause."
"Victor..."
Many people pushed forward but were firmly blocked by officers.
A little girl happened to fall in front of him. Victor quickly ran over, helped her up, then carefully patted dirt off her knees, coincidentally "facing the camera."
"Are you okay?" Victor said "gently."
The little girl shook her head and kissed his cheek, "My mom asked me to thank you. She said without you avenging us, my dad would have truly died worthlessly."
"Your dad is?"
"He's a police officer! Police who fight bad guys!"
Victor nodded with red eyes, holding the child, raising his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. After people stopped cheering.
He seemed to organize his words.
"Her father was my colleague, a true hero. I'm happy Ensenada has such people. I'm not alone in Mexico. This is his child, and will also be my child! I will support her through university until age 18, so my colleagues and warriors fighting on the anti-drug frontlines won't be disappointed."
"We should always worship this kind!"
"We can't let them shed blood and tears. What we must do is respect heroes! Worship heroes, learn from them, become them!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? We must fight to the end, make Mexico great again!"
Thunderous applause.
Such cheering.
New subordinate Guillermo beside him was dumbfounded. He admitted Victor's rhetoric had truly inspiring charisma. That soaring emotional feeling seemed to make people pick up weapons and fight.
This "acting" was simply masterful.
Why didn't you do something else good and go act in neighboring Hollywood instead of fighting drugs in Mexico?
Really.
Victor's group got into prepared cars at the entrance. With one leg inside, Victor never forgot to wave.
After vehicles drove away, the excited crowd slowly dispersed, but "Victor" would definitely become trending.
Casare smoked in a corner, seeming to wait for someone.
Soon, a man holding a little girl hurriedly approached. He wore ordinary clothes with stubble on his face, and the little girl was the one Victor had just held.
Casare played with her.
Then handed over a stack of dollars.
"Don't let others know about this."
The man nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, I absolutely won't tell anyone about this."
Casare nodded with satisfaction, then left.
The man counted money, chuckling.
"Stephanie, we're leaving for America now. Mexico is hopeless. Everyone lies, everyone's mouth is filthy and sinful." The man said casually to his daughter beside him.
"But..."
"I just felt that uncle was serious."
Stephanie tilted her head looking at her father, "I could hear his voice, feel his body trembling. I believe what he said was true. He didn't lie to us. He really wants Mexican people to live good lives."
The man was stunned, looking at his daughter.
She also boldly looked at him.
"I think we should go see Guadalupe Island, father. I feel Mexico has truly welcomed God's chosen one."
(End of Chapter)
[Get +20 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on "Mutter"]
[Every 50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]
[Thanks for Reading!]