Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 826 - 448: Justice is Never-ending!

The world is cruel.

Cruel to the point of disregarding humanity, tears...

So-called humanitarianism is just a group of the strong standing on your wounds to showcase their character and morality.

And you still have to kneel on the ground to thank them.

Therefore, you cannot fall!

Victor will not allow anyone or any force to destroy this hard-won life.

Whether external or internal...

Do not move! Move and die!

When he sentenced all those officials to death, Casare had actually subtly reminded him.

But at the time, Victor only said this: When you learn to compromise, you'll think everything is "good enough." Then who will take work seriously? Everyone will just think "good enough is fine."

"We're next to the United States; we can't afford to relax for even a moment. We cannot fail, not even once, or the surrounding beasts will glare at you with blood-red eyes."

When Victor said this, he was also helpless.

Compared to the neighboring United States, the foundation is truly worlds apart. After all, they reaped too many benefits during World War II.

The idea of the "Great United States" is deeply ingrained in people's minds.

And Mexico?

During World War II, it cooperated with the Allies militarily and diplomatically, providing critical economic and material support—frankly, it was just a bystander.

After the war, it remained the United States' "backyard" and "septic tank."

The foundation is too weak.

It's all held together by sheer willpower. If Victor falls, do you believe that Mexico would collapse overnight? Those drug traffickers, beaten into dogs, would immediately rise once again.

Mexico...

The current generation still has drug trafficking in their blood.

That's one of the reasons he dispatched the inspection teams.

Sorry, using your heads to set off Victor's "integrity."

Under the propaganda spun by Goebbels' department,

Victor is portrayed as the savior of Mexico, enjoying high prestige among the peasant and worker classes.

Ring, ring~

The phone on the desk rang.

Victor, holding a pen, pressed the speaker button, "Hello."

"General, the United States proposed at today's regular United Nations meeting to revoke our position in the Drug Enforcement Department's presidium."

Victor's hand paused, "What's the excuse?"

On the other end, the secretary stammered, "They claim you have violated the norms of civilization, incited conflict, and assassinated civilians..."

"Plenty of excuses."

"And then?"

"At the regular meeting, over 87% of the countries agreed and demanded that we leave Austria by December 24th."

The elite-ruled "Strange Circle" of Europe and America directly used political means to isolate Mexico first.

Here it comes...

Finally, it has arrived.

"Withdraw the delegation of drug enforcement commissioners, terminate sponsorship of the Drug Enforcement Department, and as planned, simultaneously announce the establishment of the Mexico World Drug Enforcement Administration."

Hearing the general's steady tone, the secretary calmed down as well, "Understood."

Victor was becoming more composed, having weathered numerous storms, almost nothing could shake him anymore.

On the wall behind his desk hung two words: "Integrity!"

Oh, written in traditional characters.

"Capitalism is nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs!"

…

Afternoon of the 20th.

The United Nations' regular press conference.

"We are shocked by the violent measures taken by Mexico. Their actions are completely incompatible with civilization and morality. Following a vote of the representatives at the United Nations, we hereby revoke their membership in the Drug Enforcement Department's presidium and order them to leave Austria."

"Meanwhile, United Nations institutions will investigate President Cuauhtémoc of Mexico and others."

"The International Criminal Police Organization will take over the recent series of assassination cases..."

The spokesperson read from the script word for word, while the journalists below didn't dare to take a deep breath. This was a clear attempt to take down Victor.

"Slander! Slander!!"

A sudden roar shattered the moment. The spokesperson looked up, only to see a metal canister flying his way, striking him square on the forehead. He yelped in pain.

When it fell to the ground, it turned out to be a thermos bottle.

A White female journalist stood up, raising her hand, "Why is the Warrior being sanctioned? What about those innocent civilians who were killed!"

"What about those killed by the elite class? You filthy scum, United Nations? Fuck you XXX!"

"You're all dogs and bastards."

Two burly security guards came and covered her mouth, dragging her out.

The spokesperson, wincing in pain, maintained his professional demeanor and continued speaking.

But after only a few sentences...

"Support Mexico!"

"Support Victor!"

"Long live eternal light!! Long live the light of humanity!!"

This time it was an Asian journalist. He even tried to rush up and attack the spokesperson. In just a few strides, he was on the stage, scaring the spokesperson into a panicked retreat.

This scene...

Was absurdly hilarious and biting in satire.

The world truly is a colossal, makeshift theater, and the value of this statement keeps rising.

After he was pinned down by security,

a group of journalists rushed to snap pictures directly at his face.

The dissatisfaction and defiance in the man's eyes were chilling.

"Gentlemen!"

"The world should not be like this!"

"Our planet should be blue."

Many of the media personnel heard this and felt their hearts surge.

The blatant hegemonism of Europe and America, protecting the elite class and plotting to take down Mexico, sparked a massive uproar.

Conscientious people could not stand for this.

There were many good people even in the media, who exposed the truth, using their pens to broadcast this ugly incident far and wide.

Once again, the public was in an uproar.

At Cornell University in the United States.

Forest Gan, now the student body president, held a banner high. Leading his "Blue Gold Society," which consisted of hundreds of students, they wore the names of victims from the "Red Shoes Incident" on their clothing.