Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 830 - 449: Every American Aspires to Mexico! (Happy 2025!!!!)_3

Bentley Baldwin shrugged, "Listen, all you need to do is register. You brought your passport and ID, right?"

His wife patted the bag she was carrying and nodded.

They nervously queued behind the cars. About 500 meters before reaching the checkpoint, they noticed a patrol military vehicle displaying the sign: "You have entered into a secure alert area. No one is allowed to exit their car. Violators will be punished!"

"Wow, Dad, look, is that a machine gun?" Their daughter pointed at the soldier standing behind a heavy machine gun on the Humvee, wearing a mask.

"M2 Browning heavy machine gun," Bentley Baldwin glanced at it and said.

"Is it powerful?"

The man thought for a moment, then nodded, "It can turn that damned White House into a sieve."

"Damned White House!" his daughter raised her hand and shouted.

His wife smacked him gently on the shoulder and frowned as she turned back, "Ali, don't use foul language."

The daughter shrank her neck and held the dog tightly, rubbing its head.

Gradually...

It was their turn.

Two border checkpoint officers saluted and glanced into their car. "Sir, please show us your identification."

Nearby, another officer held tools and inspected the vehicle.

"Oh, oh, alright." Bentley glanced at his wife, who was just reaching for her bag but suddenly seemed to remember something. She looked up sharply and said, "Officer, I'll fetch my documents from my bag. Please don't shoot."

The officer nodded but still watched them cautiously.

Meanwhile, another officer in the back noticed the young girl sprawled out in the seat. The girl noticed him as well, suddenly reaching into the small pouch on the dog's collar and offering him a piece of chocolate. "Uncle, here, you can eat this."

The officer froze, stunned for a moment, then hurriedly waved his hand, "No need, you eat it yourself."

"Is Ali's treat not tasty?" the little girl said with disappointment.

This left the officer perplexed. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out his hand. "It looks tasty. Can you spare me one?"

"Of course!" Ali enthusiastically jumped up and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Oh, Uncle, this is our family's dog. Its name is Plane. This is its identification card." Ali pulled out a drawing she had made from the pouch.

It included a picture of a dog, its name, and its blood type listed beside it.

"But my dad likes to call it Old Bush. He says Old Bush is a dog who eats more crap than Plane could."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Bentley Baldwin nearly choked and turned back angrily, "Shut up, Erin!"

"Sorry, Officer."

"It's okay. The kid's not wrong—Old Bush is indeed a dog." The officer smiled, handed the passport back, and asked, "Mr. Bentley, you used to work at the labor department?"

"Yes, but it's been a while."

"That's no problem. Actually, we have a job here and wondered if you'd be interested. It pays about 600 US Dollars per month, plus overtime, and can be part-time."

His wife's eyes lit up. "What kind of job?"

"The Border Control Authority needs staff to help with foreign population registration."

"That definitely won't be a problem."

The officer nodded with satisfaction, handed him a business card, and instructed him to get in touch after entering.

"By the way, if you're looking for schools for your kids, there are plenty in Tijuana. You'll need to provide proof, but the tuition is free."

"Tuition-free? Even for kindergartens?"

"Of course."

The couple exchanged glances, feeling delighted.

The United States may have mandatory education, but kindergartens aren't included, and the monthly fees are typically expensive—quite a burden, especially for families like theirs.

Mexico offers free kindergartens?

This progressive?

It was actually a strategy to incentivize people to stay.

"Thank you, Officer."

"Safe travels."

After smoothly crossing the border, Bentley Baldwin remarked, "Their officers are really polite—not like American ones, who curse at you for no reason."

"Should we consider applying for citizenship?" his wife asked.

"No rush, let's wait and see. If it really turns out great, I'll bring my parents and grandparents over too."

Ordinary people...

Just wish to live safely.

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