Chapter 87 God Chooses Victor? No! Victor Chooses God!

afternoon.

TV station in Ensenada.

Guillermo, the head of the Tlatel Police Department, and Victor, the "talker" of the Guadalupe Island Police Department, jointly delivered a "public speech".

Severely condemn the harm done to the city of Ensenada by the Tijuana drug cartel and its brutality against innocent people, and we will work together to combat it!

To this end, the Guadalupe Island Police Department will provide the Tlate Police Department with $5 million in financial assistance and some weapons and equipment.

In addition, 100,000 pesos will be given to the families of frontline police officers who died in the "War on Drugs in Ensenada City".

And a "Victor Help Station" will be opened in the city. Anyone with any need in life can apply for help, and the greatest support will be provided.

As soon as the news came out, Victor's reputation instantly rose in the city of Ensenada.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at present.

Last night, we raided the drug dealers' dens and seized more than 20 million US dollars in cash. Time was limited. Otherwise, if we tortured the drug dealer leaders, we might be able to get tens of millions more.

None of this money is clean. The Tijuana drug cartel has specialized money laundering tools in various areas of Baja California, who are responsible for laundering this money.

It hasn't been taken out yet.

He was "annihilated" by Victor.

For drug dealers, this money is unknown income, but for Victor, it is "legitimate income". There are many places on the island that need money, and it is enough to circulate it and return it to him.

"Chief Victor, could you please tell the audience where the weapons and funds of the police department come from?" A male reporter who was "entrusted" stood up and said with a microphone.

Victor looked at the confused Guillermo next to him, then looked at the camera and sighed, "I know everyone is curious about this."

"Then let me tell ordinary people that my weapons, equipment and funds come from normal sources. My account books are clearly written. In fact, my family is very wealthy. I made a lot of money from my family's business in the past. I could have completely replaced it. Safe country.”

"But my father said: Mexico is the place where I was born and raised. We cannot expect this country to do anything for us, but we must ask our conscience what we can do for this country."

"I always kept this sentence in my mind, so I took the police academy and became an honorable policeman. But I could protect ordinary people, but I couldn't protect my parents. They were retaliated by drug dealers. Then I was very disappointed at the time, but when I thought about my father’s words, I felt more confident. I sold my factory, my house, my car, and I broke up with my girlfriend of 7 years. I loved her as much as I loved Mexico. "

"Until this war is completely won, my life belongs to Mexico and all the Mexican people!"

"I used the money to buy weapons and pay the salary of the police station. I believe that my glimmer of light in this cold darkness will definitely be able to summon more like-minded people. Officer Guillermo is one, but definitely not Will be the last one."

Victor looked at the camera affectionately, "os amo, mamá y papá, os amo, méxico! (I love you, mom and dad, I love you, Mexico!)!"

This sentence must be included in "Victor's Quotes!"

It will be published in a volume later.

Victor wiped his tears as the scene was broadcast on television.

Dar Ensenada, Baja California Foliña, Mexico…

Hundreds of thousands, millions, or tens of millions of people saw this scene and were all moved. The more sentimental ones even wiped away tears with her.

Santos of Guadalupe Island was lying in his mother's arms, crying profusely and with red eyes. The eyes of Victor's number one fan burst out with even greater power.

"It turns out that Mr. Victor hides the pain in his heart, and he is the strongest person!"

Many of his political opponents or opponents laughed angrily when they saw this scene in front of TV.

Tijuana drug cartel Benjamin stared at the TV, gritting his teeth, and the veins on his palms could be clearly seen.

CTMD!

You can be more ridiculous than a drug dealer like me.

Benjamin checked his background. Your family has a lot of assets. Opening a factory? There are not even two toilets.

Benjamin cursed under his breath, but he could only sit on the sofa. Such a big house was no longer lively. Originally, there were many brothers here.

He sat lonely.

Victor's speech was reflected on the TV, as if it were mocking him.

When Victor and his party came out of the TV station, people were crowding outside.

Casare was also standing inside wearing casual clothes, and there were many familiar faces from EDM.

"Mr. Victor! Please stay in Ensenada City, we need you here."

"Mr. Victor, I want to join your cause."

"Victor..."

Many people crowded forward, but were stopped by the police.

When he saw a little girl falling in front of him, Victor hurriedly ran over, helped her up, and then carefully patted the dirt on her knees while still "facing the camera."

"Is it okay?" Victor said softly.

The little girl shook her head and kissed him on the face, "My mother asked me to thank you. She said that if you hadn't avenged us, my father's death would really be worthless."

"Who is your father?"

"He's a cop! A cop who fights bad guys!"

Victor nodded with red eyes, holding the child, raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and waited until everyone stopped cheering.

He seemed to organize his words.

"Her father is my colleague, a real hero. I am very happy that there is such a person in Ensenada. I am not alone in Mexico. This is her child and will be my child! I will sponsor her to finish college at the age of 18, so that my colleagues and warriors fighting on the front line of drug control will not be disappointed."

"We should always worship this kind of people!"

"We can't let them bleed and cry. What we have to do is respect heroes! Worship heroes, learn from them, and become them!"

"Gentlemen, ladies, are you ready? We are going to fight to the end and make Mexico great again!"

The applause was thunderous.

That was a cheer.

The new brother Guillermo next to him was stunned. He admitted that Victor's speech was really very inflammatory. The high emotions seemed to make people pick up weapons to fight.

This "acting" is simply too superb.

You can't do anything else. Go to Hollywood next door to act. Why are you fighting drugs in Mexico?

Really.

Victor and his companions got on the prepared car at the door, and one leg went in. Victor never forgot to wave.

After the car drove away, the excited crowd slowly dispersed, but the name "Victor" would definitely become a hot search.

Casare was holding a cigarette in a corner, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, a man holding a little girl hurriedly came over. The other party was dressed in ordinary clothes, with a messy beard on his face, and the little girl was the one Victor held just now.

Casare teased her.

Then handed over a stack of US dollars.

"Don't let others know about this."

The man nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone about this."

Casare nodded with satisfaction, and then left.

The man counted the money and laughed.

"Stephanie, we will leave for the United States now. Mexico is hopeless. Everyone is lying, and everyone's mouth is dirty and sinful." The man said casually to his daughter next to him.

"But..."

"I just felt that the uncle was serious."

Stephanie tilted her head and looked at her father, "I could hear his voice and feel his body trembling. I believe what he said was true. He didn't lie to us. He really wanted the Mexican people to live a good life."

The man was startled and looked at his daughter.

The other party also looked at him boldly.

"I think we should go to Guadalupe Island to see, father. I think Mexico really welcomed the people chosen by God."

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