Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 849 - 456: Public Opinion War~_3

Rough treatment of their own soldiers—this has always been a traditional skill of the United States.

Later on, there's a certain "Short Tight High" who said: "As long as you wear your military uniform and walk on the streets, you'll receive gratitude, respect, and applause. Neighbors will mow your lawn and help your family just because someone joined the military."

What utter bullshit.

If they don't steal your wife, you'd already be lucky.

Ambrella gave a military salute to the crowd, his face solemn.

After the awards ceremony, there was a press conference. Because more than 200 press outlets from all over the world had come,

the conference was moved to an outdoor open area.

"Sir, can I speak without a script?" Ambrella looked up and asked.

Cuauhtémoc hesitated for a moment, glancing at Victor beside him. The latter stared at him, "Of course you can."

"Thank you."

Ambrella nodded his thanks and stepped onto the stage, while the reporters below went mad taking photos.

Today, let him become "the first viral sensation!"

He looked at the hundreds of pairs of eyes below and began to speak:

"Maybe some people think I'm a traitor, that I've betrayed my country."

As soon as he started, there was a commotion below. Cuauhtémoc and Casare nervously watched the general.

But Victor remained seated silently.

"My whole family has served this country. My grandfather died on the battlefield. My father lost a leg in an explosion. And my grandfather-in-law, my cousin, my brother…"

Ambrella paused, "all sacrificed for the United States."

"Because they and I—we love the United States deeply!"

His eyes turned red, and he wiped the corners of his eyes, "But…"

"I'm also a father!"

Ambrella said, pulling from his chest a treasured photo of his daughter, his hands trembling. He looked at the reporters below, "This is my daughter, Nadia. She's so well-behaved. Her mother died giving birth to her. She's my only family left."

"I still remember June 6, 1984—it was her birthday. I took her out to buy food…"

As Ambrella spoke, tears streamed down uncontrollably. Some people below already understood what this story was about.

"I took her to play on the carousel. She said she wanted to have ice cream…"

"She had a slight cold. I initially didn't want to buy it, but she said… she said, she loved Daddy…"

A grown man now weeping like a child, "I was so happy. I went to buy it, but when I came back—my daughter… she…"

"She was gone!"

"I went mad searching for her. I looked everywhere. I reported to the police. I prayed they would help me—a pitiful father in need of aid."

"But I turned the city upside down—nothing! Every day I went to the police station. They treated me like a beggar. I could feel their impatience. But I knew…"

Ambrella clutched his chest, "That was my only hope."

Below, Casare's lips started trembling too. He was a sentimental man himself. "Damn it, human traffickers should all be killed."

"By September, I received a call from the California police. They said they'd found my daughter."

"But when I happily went there, it was her corpse. She and other kidnapped children had all been killed aboard a fishing boat that exploded!"

"When she died, she was still wearing the crystal shoes I bought for her."

Ambrella broke down and bawled right there.

Some of the more emotional reporters also wiped their tears.

Staff members below seemed at a loss—should they step forward or not?

"Do you know what reason the police later gave me?"

Ambrella stood up, "The fishing boat's gas explosion—they said it was a civilian mishandling issue. F***! I didn't accept that! I told them there's no way it could be true—why were there so many children?"

"But the Police Chief told me not to make a scene. They beat me up. I was an American Navy soldier. I went to my superiors. But I was demoted, iced out, abandoned by everyone!"

"Finally, someone told me…"

"My child—she was kidnapped. And those who did it—they were America's elites, the Congressmen on Capitol Hill, the Red Shoes Club, those goddamn bastards. They need children!"

The crowd was stunned!

This statement was bound to stir up waves in an already overheated America.

"My appeals were futile—because they are the elites. They control America. They control the narrative. And me? I'm just an ordinary naval officer."

"But I want revenge for my daughter. I want to overthrow those capitalists who own America. I want them to hurt. I want them to burn in hell!!!!"

Ambrella roared, his face twisted, veins bulging vividly as he raised his hand, "Capitalism will never save the poor. America only needs the elites. They never see us as Americans—they just see us as tools to serve their lives."

"U.S. Military brothers, did you hear me?"

"Take your weapons and leave the United States! That place—they only want your lives. Join us, join Mexico. Together, we fight. Together, we kill those bastards who exploit us and disregard our lives."

"I will never stop fighting those people!"

"Fight to the end!!"

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