Chapter 167 Victor's Backbone!
Chapter 167 Victor - Backbone!
"Here is the list of casualties. The one who led the 442nd Regiment to attack the drug dealers was Edson Alvarez, born in Tlalnepantla, Mexico. His parents were burned to death by the drug dealer "Aviles", and his brother was a local policeman. He was also beaten to death by drug dealers when he was patrolling the United States and Mexico two years ago..."
As soon as he got in the car, Kennedy handed over the heavy documents. After Victor opened it, Alvarez's ID photo was revealed. His face was very clean, but perhaps the sadness of his childhood made his eyes look firmer than his peers.
"What about other immediate relatives?"
Kennedy shook his head, "They are all dead."
Victor sighed. In a place like Mexico where there is no basic living security, ordinary people have no right to choose death.
Orphans and widows can be seen everywhere.
The government does nothing, and sometimes you have to rely on drug dealers for relief. Just think about it, these bastards killed your relatives, and then gave you basic living security for fear that you would starve to death. At that time... I'm afraid you will be crazy.
This is why Victor's reputation has risen so much after he banned drugs and opened orphanages and nursing homes!
He is really the "savior" of Mexico and the "Optimus Prime" of Latin America.
This is called mass foundation.
Victor carefully looked at all the victims and felt particularly depressed.
Open the window and let the wind blow.
He looked into the distance...
He could vaguely see the outline of the industrial zone, and he even seemed to have heard their families crying!
Victor...
He was actually a little scared.
It was drizzling in the sky.
The convoy drove into the industrial zone. The place was large enough to place the mourning hall. Soldiers from the 442nd Regiment who came to see him off stood outside, looking at him with complicated eyes.
Victor got out of the car, and the bodyguard held an umbrella for him. He gently pushed it open,
His face was solemn, and under everyone's gaze, he walked into the mourning hall. There were 278 coffins wrapped in national flags, and Victor bowed to each one.
Click!
The accompanying reporter quickly took photos.
"The Backbone of Mexico"!
Everyone fell silent and looked at him quietly. Victor looked very solemn every time he bowed. After walking around the coffin, he walked to the family area and bowed solemnly to them.
The family members hugged each other and cried bitterly.
There was a podium next to him. Victor picked up the microphone and walked out of the mourning hall. The rain outside was getting heavier!
In an instant, his suit was soaked.
"Gentlemen!"
"Mexico is honored!"
"It has no shortage of warriors willing to sacrifice for it!"
Victor held the microphone and raised his right hand, "But it is also sad, it lost 278 soldiers who loved it!"
"I know very well what we are doing, and I also know very well that these 278 soldiers are only part of the sacrifices in the war on drugs. Maybe someone will ask me why we are fighting this war."
"Gentlemen, do you want your children to grow up in drug dens? Do you want your children to go to school every day with drugs hidden in their schoolbags? Our sacrifice is just to prevent our descendants from having to worry about drugs!"
"The evil stops with us, and Mexico is greater than us!"
"Sir! If there will never be a tomorrow for the war on drugs, what if more people will be sacrificed?!" Vasily, who was standing at the head of the line, shouted and asked.
"Yes! If I die, I will have my son. If my son dies, he will have my grandson. The Vieri family will never compromise with drug dealers. We will always fight drugs to the end!"
"If I compromise with drug dealers, you can kill me. Soldiers, Victor's last bullet will be aimed at his own temple."
"If Victor falls, please step on my body and move forward. The war on drugs needs soldiers who will continue to fight."
"Soldiers, I will build a monument in Obregon City. 278 soldiers will be buried here, and long lights will be lit every night. Your names will be written on it, so that all Mexicans know that your merits will be remembered by the country forever, and your heroic names will be known forever!"
Not all soldiers in Mexico only care about money. They also want to be respected and have honor.
"Gentlemen!"
"Mexico is not only mine, but also yours!"
"Long live Mexico!"
He raised his hand and shouted, and the soldiers below looked at each other. Vasily, who was standing in front, raised his hand and shouted, "Long live Mexico!"
The voices went from sporadic at the beginning to uniform at the end.
It seemed that the dark clouds in the sky were shaken away by the sound.
In the rain...
Victor stood, roaring with a flushed face.
Maybe...
His anti-drug unit needs to design a new flag!
It can represent anti-drug, people, Mexico and hope.
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In the lounge arranged by the military camp, Victor met Vasily.
This Estonian Mexican still had a heavy look in his eyes, and his eyes were red. When he was in the Mexican Hero Academy, he and Alvarez were roommates, and he was also an officer who responded to him.
"Mr. Victor!"
Because of the two departments of the army and the police, Vasily didn't know how to shout, so he could only say this first.
Victor didn't care, smiled and nodded to signal him to sit down.
"You have worked hard."
This simple concern made Vasily's heart churn.
Being a soldier sounds good, but who really cares about you?
"I am very sad about Alvarez's sacrifice, but I also know that the 442nd Regiment is his hard work. I plan to appoint you as the new commander of this unit."
Vassily was stunned.
He thought Victor would send someone to take over.
Just throw the remaining hundreds of people to himself?
"All welfare benefits will be distributed according to the police in Lower California. You will not be allowed to live that kind of poor life again. When fighting drugs, you should also pay attention to your own life."
"I hope you can contact the army in other cities in Sonora to surrender to our anti-drug force. We are Mexicans. There is no reason to fight for drug dealers. We should be loyal to this country!"
Victor patted him on the shoulder intimately, "Soldiers should refuse unjust wars, right? As long as they surrender, I guarantee the safety of their lives and property."
Graduated from the Mexican Hero Academy, he has a wide network of contacts. A large part of the Mexican army graduated from this school, and there are also drug dealers in the drug dealer camp. After studying for a few years, he found that it was better to be a drug dealer to make money, and his ideals and beliefs were overturned.
To put it bluntly, Vasily is now the "thousand-mile horse" that Victor is going to push out. It would be best if he could cause internal strife in Sonora.
Vasily did not hesitate at all, "I have seniors and classmates who are close to me and are serving as grassroots officers in Sonora. I can contact them and persuade them to correct the chaos!"
Victor held his hand tightly, his eyes red, "Thank you, I thank you on behalf of Mexico!"
Casare stood quietly behind, even if this sentence should be more appropriate for Kuaukmote, but who knows?
Maybe...
One day the boss will be more radical and come to Mexico City again.
Anyway, President Carlos has already made an example.
"Director!"
Jason Bourne ran over from the door and glanced at Vasily.
"It's okay to talk, we are all our own people here."
"The Arizona National Guard next door is coming."
Victor raised his eyebrows. Americans are coming? What good can it be?
"How many people?"
"Three people, they said they were here to negotiate."
"????"
This confused Victor.
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