Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 847 - 456: Public Opinion War~

Mexico. Northern Lower California State. Tijuana!

The economic and entertainment hub of the North. Victor governed here for a while, so the public security is pretty decent.

It's considered a "city that never sleeps."

But after the situation took a drastic turn, Tijuana became a frontline border city, directly facing the road threats from the United States.

As a result, Tijuana, along with the extended Sonora State, is where Mexico's Marine Fourth Army is stationed.

The military department is located here.

Plus, there are 2 National Guard divisions, and if you include the militia, that's a full 120,000 armed troops.

But the pressure still feels enormous.

After all, it's the U.S. Military...

You can call them bad, but you can't call them weak.

Especially now, without the Soviet Union restraining them, this White-headed Eagle feels unleashed.

However, the United States is unstable internally at the moment. Across from Tijuana is San Diego, and it's still in chaos because of the "Red Shoes Club" incident.

Some Black communities are directly resisting physically, clashing with the U.S. government. Sometimes, Mexicans gather by the Tecate River with telescopes to watch.

This has actually turned into a burgeoning industry.

Don't you think that armed resistance against the government within the United States is a beautiful sight?

7:00 in the morning. Time for work, time for school.

In a military family apartment building.

The voice of a woman screaming angrily echoed, "Hurry up, Jose! Don't make me smack you first thing in the morning!"

She held a school bag in her hand, yelling at her son, who was dawdling by the table. She grabbed him by the arm.

"Wait, wait."

Jose exclaimed, grabbing his paper gun from the table, making "biubiubiu" sounds as he waved it.

The woman ground her teeth in frustration, wanting to hit him, but he dodged her, slipping away like an eel.

When he ran downstairs, he pounded on the door of his classmate on the second floor. "Miguel! Come on, school's starting!"

After knocking twice, the door flew open, and out came a short kid with a "watermelon haircut," glaring in disbelief.

"What's wrong? Your jaw's dropped; did you see a ghost?" Jose slapped his face jokingly and asked.

"Jose!"

His mom, seeing this rude interaction from behind, shouted furiously. Upon noticing Miguel's mother emerging behind him, she quickly apologized.

"It's fine, fine… You don't know?" Miguel's mother asked with a complicated expression, her tone filled with excitement.

"Know what?"

"Last night, the Americans' Eisenhower was critically hit and sunk off the Mexican sea domain!"

"!!!"

As children of military families, they certainly knew what an aircraft carrier was...

That was the platform the Yankees always boasted to be unsinkable! And now it's gone?

This...

"And it was done by an American Navy officer! He defected with his warship, firing missiles during the retreat. General Victor is going to meet them at the National Palace."

"It's all over the TV!"

"Yeah!!"

Jose suddenly burst into an ecstatic cheer, startling the others.

He raised his hand, hugging Miguel joyfully. "See? I told you—American imperialism is just a paper tiger! Look, even their own people couldn't stand them anymore. Doesn't this prove how great General Victor is?"

The two adults finally understood.

"When I grow up, I'll execute all of them." Jose held his paper gun, squinted with one eye, mimicking shooting noises with his mouth.

"No way," Miguel retorted seriously. "Our ethics teacher said that not all people in a country are bad—just the capitalists. We must unite all forces that can be united."

Ethics class was essentially propaganda for communism, usually taught by Soviet veterans who shared war stories with the kids.

Jose nodded vigorously. "When I'm a general, I'll make you my shrewd advisor."

"I admit you're right, but there's one country that's all rabid dogs from top to bottom. When I have the power, I'll drop an atomic bomb on them."

"Who?" Miguel asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

"Japan!"

The two adults glanced at them helplessly. Jose's mom immediately shattered his "daydream" with a smack, grabbing his ear. "General? What general gets 7 marks in math exams?"

"Ow, ow, ow..."

"Come on, off to school. If you don't study hard, you'll be selling corn, not commanding an army!"

Jose was dragged off to school by his mom.

On the way, he saw many people celebrating. Men stood on the street, shouting "Victor forever!"

Excited vendors picked up loudspeakers, yelling: "Today's a happy day—all free of charge!"

Others lit fireworks right then and there.

From this, it was clear:

The people's hearts were with Victor!

The Yankees' "sinister plans" couldn't cause much harm.

The public had their judgment.

When Jose arrived at the "Tijuana Military Academy," where most students were children of military personnel, he saw the Soviet-style eight-year education system aiming to train elite officers.

These individuals would become the pillars of Mexico...

Currently, there were about 100 schools like this, most staffed with Soviet instructors—where else could you find so many "experienced communists?"

When the two kids were about to walk in, they heard a near-delirious cheer.

"The Yankees' aircraft carrier is gone! Hahahaha, hahaha!!"

Jose thought the voice sounded familiar. He turned his head, and the sight before him froze him in place.

It was the stern Soviet vice principal sprinting topless...

And this was January in North America. While it wasn't as freezing as Siberia, it was still single digits in temperature, damn it.