Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 832 - 450: There's Always Someone Holding a Torch High, Illuminating the Darkness! (Happy New Year!!)_2

The atmosphere in the house was quiet and oppressive.

At this moment...

"This is so cool..." Neymar's eyes lit up as he shouted loudly.

Both parents turned their gazes toward him.

He raised his hand. "Dad, you're amazing. I'm so proud of you. Those drug traffickers are no good people. If it weren't for them, Danny wouldn't have died."

Danny was the family's dog. While being let out to pee, it got caught in the crossfire of two warring gangs and then...

It died.

"When I grow up, I want to join the Special Police Battalion too. Dad, we'll tear them apart!" Neymar raised his hand, shouting passionately, then started singing with a bit of a howl:

"In a land of chaos and conflict..."

"Where justice seems lifeless..."

"Victor came forth with such a sincere heart!"

...

This song was none other than the globally popular "Song of Victor." Initially intended as a small, localized tribute, it later became world-famous after being performed by the renowned rock band "Zeppelin" at one of their concerts.

Zeppelin was even regarded by the public as Victor's "supporters."

Across the world, believers of Victor sang this anthem as they marched to the frontlines to battle darkness.

A person must have a distinct magnetic personality to be immortalized through song.

"Go to Mexico," Manuel Francisco said, taking a deep breath.

"That far?"

His wife hesitated, "And will Mexico let us stay long-term?"

"They will," he said. "According to the 'Mexico Citizenship Protection Act,' any individual or organization seeking the truth and declaring war against the forces of darkness can send their families to Mexico, where the local government will provide concentrated protection. Any attempt to kill you in Mexico will face the most ruthless reprisal from Victor."

Manuel Francisco gently caressed his wife's cheek and spoke softly, "Go, wait for me over there."

Adriana suddenly burst into tears and clung to her husband. "Why can't we go together? Let's leave together—take a long journey, go to Mexico, and make sure they can't find us."

"Some things," Francisco said, holding her close and brushing her temple lightly, "require someone to stand firm, don't they?"

"If everyone runs away at the critical moment, then the truth and the evil will always stay buried in the sewers."

"The planet is vast, capable of hiding so much filth."

"But that's exactly why I must stand with my comrades and persevere."

Neymar looked at his parents, and his small heart seemed to be struck with a violent blow. Bowing his head, he murmured, "Dad, I don't want to leave either. I want to stay and fight with you!"

Manuel Francisco patted his head, "Then you must grow up fast and become strong. Only a light more savage than the darkness can destroy them."

"In Mexico, pursue your faith. Neymar, you're a man now—you'll protect Mom, won't you?"

Unconsciously, little Neymar's face was streaked with tears. He didn't know why, but deep down… he felt a gnawing panic in his heart.

"Don't cry. The first rule of being a man is to hold back your tears."

Neymar hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes, but he still sobbed, "I... I will… I'll become… become a real man."

Manuel Francisco smiled and nodded.

Knock, knock, knock.

At this moment, the door sounded. Adriana tensed all over.

"Don't, don't be nervous, it's our people." Francisco, recognizing the patterned knocks, quickly reassured her and went to open the door.

At the doorway stood two burly men in suits and ties but armed with assault rifles slung on their shoulders. Neymar peeked at them from behind his mother and could feel the intimidating aura they emanated.

"Adriana, go with them to Mexico. I'll come to find you." Francisco said, looking back.

His wife wiped her tears. "Let's at least eat a meal before we go. I've already prepared it."

One of the men furrowed his brow at first, but then one of the armed men at the door spoke, "Eat. A little time won't hurt."

"My son was tracked earlier. I'm worried..."

"Buddy, you need to trust Ares Defense Company's capabilities."

Francisco glanced at his wife's tear-streaked face and sighed softly, "Alright. Let's eat together then."

He invited the men in.

But the brawny men waved dismissively, "You all should cherish this time together. Just come out in half an hour." With that, he glanced at Neymar, smiled slightly, and left.

The Francisco family of three ate their dinner in a heavy silence. Francisco put great effort into serving food for his wife and child, watching them finish their meal.

Time dragged on...

Always passing so agonizingly slowly.

Half an hour passed abruptly. Francisco glanced at his watch. "Time to go. Don't worry. I'll come to Mexico to see you in one month when I have leave."

Adriana nodded vigorously, hugged him tightly, then left with Neymar. Outside, three jet-black SUVs were parked, with five burly men stationed strategically.

"Let's go. The plane will take off in about an hour." Francisco spoke as he looked up at one of the men, "Please take good care of them."

"No problem. Nobody can harm them in Mexico unless they have a death wish."

The car door opened, and Adriana climbed inside. Neymar struggled a bit before climbing it himself. Francisco closed the door, waved his hand, and stood watching the vehicle drive away.

Before they had traveled a few dozen meters, the window rolled down, and his son stuck his head out, waving, "Dad, you're the best!"

Known among the police force as "The Tough Guy," Francisco nearly broke down in tears at the sight. But he knew all too well that keeping his loved ones by his side would only be more dangerous for them.

Neymar kept looking back until his father was out of sight before retreating his head into the car, feeling gloomy.

His mother stroked his head, comforting him.

The vehicle sped toward the airport...

Just as they got onto the bridge, a voice sounded on the earpiece, "Cage, we've got vehicles tailing us."

The burly man in the passenger seat glanced in the rearview mirror.

A sedan followed at a not-so-great distance. Suddenly, two more vehicles emerged from behind it, previously obscured in a straight line.

"Looks like someone wants to test our skills, gentlemen." Cage tapped his earpiece. "Adjust formation."

"Understood."

Neymar opened his eyes wide while nestled in his mother's arms.

The SUV at the front slowed down, and the vehicle they were in, originally last in line, accelerated to take the lead.

They now occupied the center position.

The pursuers seemed to realize they'd been detected.

Two heads popped out of the sunroofs of the pursuing cars, each armed with submachine guns, rat-tat-tat...

Bullets struck the vehicle, making crisp pinging sounds.

Bro, it's bulletproof!

What's more, their aim was far from precise; bullets, being lightweight, could easily go astray with a gust of wind, making their trajectory unpredictable.

So...

The answer was clear: counter with heavy firepower while accelerating.

The trunk of the Ares Defense Company SUV behind them suddenly opened.

A man wearing sunglasses sat in the back, holding an MK19 automatic grenade launcher sideways.

"!!!"

The assassin in the lead pursuit car looked horrified at the scene. "OMG!!"

Pom pom pom...

This was far from the simple rattling of gunfire.

The massive barrel spewed high-explosive rounds toward the attackers.

This weapon was meant for large-scale battlefield assaults.

It could even stop armored vehicles!

With a two-kilometer effective range and a firing rate of 300 rounds per minute, spewing grenade rounds capable of widespread destruction—who could stand up to that?

The driver of the lead assassin car frantically turned the steering wheel, sending the vehicle into a dramatic flip. Bang bang bang... It tumbled three or four times over the bridge before falling into the river below.

The two cars behind it couldn't evade the grenades in time. The foremost car was blasted apart, sending it crashing into the one behind it.

They erupted into a massive fireball on the bridge.

In the face of firepower...

Everything else proved to be nothing more than paper tigers.

From the very start of the battle, Neymar had wide eyes, wriggling out of his mom's protective embrace, kneeling on the seat to peer behind.

What met his gaze was a spectacular scene of fireballs and destruction.

"Wow~!!!"

Cage glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "You're not scared?"

"Why should I be scared?" Neymar turned back, his eyes gleaming. "Killing drug traffickers is a glorious act."

"In Victor's name, show no mercy!"

"The ones who should be afraid are the drug traffickers!"

Cage nodded slightly at Neymar's words. "You're well-suited to becoming a cop or a soldier."

"Really?" Neymar was delighted, quickly turning his body. "That's my dream."

"Work hard. I look forward to the day we fight side by side."

Cage extended a firm hand, his rugged face breaking into a smile. "Welcome."

"Yes!"

Neymar clasped his hand, his tiny fingers clasping the large one tightly.

It felt like a continuation of a mission, a legacy.

There will always be someone standing in the darkness, raising a torch, calling out to the masses.

"Life perseveres, light endures forever!"

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