Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 834 - 451: Wealth and Honor Are Sought in Danger!!_2

From striking at various crimes, leaving a legacy for the ages.

A hundred years later, one could still earn the name of "Ren Zong".

Even if the descendants of "Vieri" are not filial, for his sake, they would be lenient.

This is not about being a saint…

But about realizing, when poor, one preserves oneself, when rich, one helps the world.

This is the ideal!

As the sun rose, Victor and his group began to descend, and they were able to see some of the people climbing the mountain.

This back mountain is not closed off.

But those living nearby are not ordinary people, most are families of high-ranking military officials.

When they saw Victor, they greeted him like fans meeting their idol.

"General."

"General."

Victor waved with a smile and descended protected by guards.

Behind the National Palace, there is a side door, usually unfrequented, except by some garbage trucks.

There is also a sentry post, where the soldier on duty is armed, quite isolated, but when he saw Victor, he instinctively gave a salute.

He saw this and nodded slightly, returning the salute as he walked.

The corporal on duty was trembling with excitement, and when ten minutes later someone came to take over the duty, he couldn't wait to tell the squad leader about it.

"Look at you being all excited, what's the big deal, the General salutes everyone he sees." The squad leader waved his hand dismissively.

"Are big wigs so polite?" the corporal chuckled awkwardly.

He was newly assigned here and didn't know.

"It's not that big wigs are polite, but being polite is what makes one a bigwig. Those who act high and mighty either won the lottery or have issues." The corporal thought it was indeed true.

In his old village, the rich people were like that, blasting their horns, acting superior, itching to throw money in your face.

"Work well; here, although it's tiring, you'll see leadership, and if any leader sees potential in you, you'll be directly promoted to an officer in the military." The squad leader patted his shoulder, painting a grand illusion.

The corporal burped, eyes shining, clearly bought into it.

Returning to the office building, Victor was about to take a bath.

At the doorway, he encountered Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener and several high-ranking military officials.

They looked rushed, walking anxiously.

Brow furrowed...

"What's going on?" Casare joked, "The Americans have attacked?"

Who knew they would remain silent.

The chubby man's smile froze suddenly, could it be...?

Could he possibly have jinxed it?

"General, the Soviet Union… has collapsed!"

The old Defense Minister Kennedy said, furrowing his brow.

Casare's small eyes widened, as if they were P-eye round.

...

December 25, 1991, 7:30 PM.

That evening...

The sky was darkly somber.

The turbulent wind howled, the struggling light eternally wrestling… finally vanished among the clouds.

Within the Kremlin.

A weary old man, wearing glasses, sat behind the desk, the Soviet flag behind him, gently bowing its head.

He held the speech manuscript, his lips quivering…

"Dear compatriots:

In view of the situation after the Commonwealth of Independent States'

establishment, I terminate my activities as Soviet President. I made this decision based on principled considerations."

"..."

(The original text can be found on Zhihu.)

In front of TV sets, countless young Soviets cheered, welcoming freedom, welcoming democracy.

In front of TV sets, countless elderly Soviets wept, the old soldiers in wheelchairs caressed their military medals, inconsolable.

When, in the night, the last resilient national flag was drawn down, everyone knew that this indomitable overlord.

Had finally fallen!

A nation created by the working people, absent of capitalists, absent of nobility, born in backward Tsarist Russia, from its inception withstood the siege of European countries.

Developed under blockade, through a series of plans, executed industrialization, and within twenty years, became Europe's largest industrial country.

During World War II…

The Soviet Union crushed the indomitable Germans, the red flag flying over Berlin's Capitol Hill, liberating half of Europe's people.

The existence of the Soviet Union proved one thing, the working people were never inferior.

From 1947 to 1991, humanity's greatest half-century.

All to prove which is the greatest social system.

To resist the Soviet Union, Europe made great concessions, stopped factories from exploiting workers, forced capitalists to raise wages.

Do you think it's the kindness of the capitalists?

No, it's because they once existed.

Dear Davaris...

We... are weary.

Goodbye, when the human stars shine brightly, we shall surely meet again.

Wish you well.

In the Mexican National Palace.

The office was eerily quiet.

Victor watched the scene on TV, sighing repeatedly.

The emotion reflected in his eyes was somewhat heartbreaking.

Viewing a nation, one can't solely see its merits or faults.

Future generations may create clown-like films like Enemy at the Gates, freely lashing at deceased enemies.

Perhaps in this lifetime, we may witness the U.S. Military conquering Berlin, the Soviet Union and Germany becoming the Axis country, but we cannot deny their greatness. (Excerpt from: Little John Cohan).

"Gentlemen."

Victor looked at the quiet senior officials in the office, stood up, "History let the Soviet Union fall, but the haven for workers cannot go missing again."

"Now..."

"It's our turn to step forward."

"The winds of Northern Europe have blown to North America."

"Rise and fight, a new chapter of history, it's our turn."

Victor's words, who wouldn't be bewildered by hearing them?