Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 868 - 463: "Good Night, Mexico!"_3

The first news has already been passed along, but who cares if it's true or not?

As long as it draws attention.

Tokyo Ginza.

The Japanese government's first move was to order the red visible along the borders to be changed to white.

Used to mourn the lost "lives."

No wonder—son mourning for his father. Such filial piety touches heaven and earth. Otherwise... they might as well just take them away entirely.

Meanwhile, South Korea went one step further. Allegedly, the Blue House plans to lower the national flag and observe three days of mourning.

Tsk, tsk, tsk…

They really are a bunch of "sticks." Assib.

And then there's the rabbit:

"Huh? Huh! Huh?!"

At any rate, watching the various reactions from countries around the world is quite entertaining.

The buzz is explosive!

Clinton returned to the White House, and who knows what he said, but according to relatives three times removed,

On this day...

Clinton managed to keep it in his pants.

Amidst all this "commotion," Mexico ended up being the last to know.

For Victor, both top and bottom levels of administration were immersed in their fight for national survival—who had time to watch TV?

But when the "wails" from their neighbor, the United States, filtered through the television, Casare was so excited he almost smashed through the wall. He stormed directly into Victor's office.

"Boss! Boss!!!"

"Reagan…"

Face flushed red and neck bulging, he pointed at the newspaper, "Reagan is dead!"

Victor, puffing on a cigarette and sleep-deprived for three days straight, looked utterly bewildered.

"That American actor Reagan, you know, the President—he was killed by us in San Diego, and the body is in shreds."

Victor's reaction:

Σ(°△°|||)︉!

And then: (✧∇✧) OMG!!!

He jumped up immediately, not noticing the cigarette butt falling directly onto his clothes.

"Who did this? Brilliant job!!"

"According to U.S. news, it was a drone strike—that would be the Informationized Combat Force." Casare was grinning ear to ear as he spoke.

"Helmut Mauqi?"

Victor's smile turned into a full-blown grin, "Quick! Summon him here—wait, no, I'm heading over there myself. Get the Staff Department and all three Chiefs of the Army, Navy, and Air Force together as well."

"Understood!"

Victor's excitement could no longer be contained.

He didn't even know how to properly reward the team. This was an unparalleled achievement!

It belongs in history books!

Yes, in history books!

February 2, a date destined to be remembered in military history!

...

The Informationized Combat Force is directly managed under the Department of Defense.

Its location is at the foot of Tepeya Mountain, occupying a modest area of about 17,000 square meters—roughly the size of two football fields.

Exhausted from several sleepless nights, Helmut Mauqi had been resting in a partitioned cubicle when someone rudely shook him awake.

"General Mauqi..."

Groggily opening his eyes, he was greeted by a familiar face.

It was none other than Vice Admiral Edward Fritz Bloomburg.

Helmut Mauqi nearly rolled off his steel bunk but quickly stood up, saluting, "Officer!"

Bloomburg, beaming with joy, patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs-up, "Well done, outstanding work!"

A thoroughly baffled Mauqi responded, "Officer, what are you talking about?"

"You don't know? Well, that makes sense; there isn't even a TV in here, so you wouldn't know what's been happening outside. Did you order a drone strike on the San Diego Navy Base?"

"Do you know who you killed?"

Helmut Mauqi shook his head.

"Reagan! Former President of the United States, Ronald Wilson Reagan!"

Mauqi's eyes immediately widened.

He was just as shocked.

Originally, he thought it was some insignificant figure within the military. His intention was simply to blow something up; but who could have imagined…

The victim turned out to be him!

"Quick, get ready—the General is coming to commend your troops." Bloomburg patted his shoulder again, his tone carrying a hint of envy, "Kid, you're going places."

At this point, Mauqi was practically grinning from ear to ear, unable to suppress the delight inside.

"Stop grinning stupidly—go make your preparations."

"Understood, Officer!"

He shouted with such vigor, he felt as though he could go another seven sleepless days.

February 3, 2 PM.

Victor and his entourage arrived at the Informationized Combat Force headquarters.

Helmut Mauqi led hundreds of soldiers in a neat formation to welcome them.

Victor, clad in full uniform, stepped out of the vehicle, his face alight with a smile that hadn't dimmed all day.

"General, the Informationized Combat Force reports to you!" Mauqi jogged over and saluted.

"At ease."

"Yes, sir!"

Mauqi turned and commanded, "At ease!"

Hundreds of soldiers clasped their hands behind their backs in unison, standing razor-straight.

Casare handed Victor a microphone, but Victor waved it off and ordered someone to bring over a chair.

He climbed on top of it.

"Brothers, I'm sure some of you already know."

"That's right!"

"You've accomplished something incredible!"

"Yesterday, you killed the American president, Reagan, rewriting world history, shattering the arrogant pride of Americans, and delivering a clear message: those who act recklessly will face the consequences!"

Reagan may have been an advocate against drug trafficking, but equally, under his administration, drug abuse in the United States was at its worst.

The 1980s...

The golden era.

"I am proud of you all!"

The soldiers below were visibly stirred, their eyes shining brightly.

"This unprecedented achievement—honestly, I don't even know how to evaluate it. I've decided that starting next year, this moment will be written into the national textbooks across Mexico, and that we'll name the west square in downtown Mexico City: Helmut Mauqi Square!"

"There, the insignia of the Informationized Combat Force will stand tall."

"Moreover, you will be collectively awarded the Special-Class Medal of Honor, with the distinction engraved in marble at the entrance."