Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 977 - 508: Why Are My Eyes Often Filled with Tears?

Returning to the National Palace, it was already eight in the evening.

It was already the time to get off work.

Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers, gazing somewhat wistfully at the myriad lights below.

Isn't this what he pursued?

Meanwhile, Casare, Kennedy, and President Qua Wuke Mot were discussing matters.

"I think we should organize a victory parade, preferably with a mass celebration formation. This is the first formal parade of the Republic of Mexico, and the scene must be grand!" Fat Casare was in high spirits now, looking entirely untired.

He could work overtime till death!

When you find that you are a shareholder of a small workshop, you remain indifferent, at most a little enthusiastic. But when you discover your company has an annual output value of over a hundred billion US Dollars, how would you feel?

To put it bluntly!

The Gonzalez Family will become the new aristocracy of Mexico, but he is smart; he knows where the boss's bottom line is. You can make money, even if it means nurturing failures, but you can't do drugs or do any son-of-a-bitch things like human trafficking... Of course, with their status, they don't need to do this.

Fortunately, his two younger brothers and his sister are fairly well-behaved.

"Will there be enough time? There's only 3 days..." President Qua Wuke Mot expressed his concern.

"Our bureaucracy hasn't become corrupt yet or reached the inefficiency of the United Kingdom. Everything will be coordinated by tomorrow. If anyone says it's impossible, let him come to me!"

Victor turned his head calmly and said.

President Qua Wuke Mot nodded, having no further objections.

Under such centralized power, the other side indeed holds a "Heavenly Constitution," completely unlike the previous federal system where local governors, if dissatisfied with the President, could file a complaint, even joining others in private to undermine the President's prestige.

In Mexico...

Impossible!

"Then should we pull two regiments from each army? Plus a formation of civilians and weapons?" Defense Minister Kennedy gently asked.

Victor shook his head, "War has never been just about victory, but also death and sorrow. My soldiers entrusted their lives to us, liberating the entire Mexico, winning the war, yet some have fallen..."

His words caused some discomfort in their hearts.

Except for President Qua Wuke Mot, everyone here had climbed up from the bottom, even he had visited the front line to offer condolences, obviously understanding that war itself is brutal.

Parents who raised a child for over twenty years might find that child only lives for another twenty seconds on the battlefield.

"Therefore, in this celebratory parade, I think we should include the families of soldiers who sacrificed for the anti-drug cause, holding their portraits high. The honor never belongs to us, but to the countless individuals who strive for it, even disabled veterans can come. I will not solely enjoy this glory!"

Victor's gaze turned outward...

The myriad lights were somewhat mesmerizing...

"I've seen amputee soldiers from the anti-drug war, their prosthetics stained with Mexico's black soil, holding the letters of their fallen comrades. War steals not only their knees but also the forever empty seat at a child's desk, the phone number by the elderly's bedside that can no longer be dialed, and the time we should have used to love each other."

As Victor spoke, his eyes suddenly became slightly moist, "Do you know why my eyes often hold tears?"

"Because..."

"I love this land deeply."

"Gentlemen, that's our pursuit."

Casare, Qua Wuke Mot, and Kennedy looked at the "burning" Mexico City, feeling the thriving vitality!

But it must be said, sometimes Victor's few words could bring one to tears.

It's no wonder some foreign media journalists described him: Victor's words always carry the chilling winter snow, the relentless war's gunfire spanning the skies, the unfrozen port of Manzanillo, the roses growing in the desert of Sonora State, with her blue eyes as clear as the sea.

"So, my comrades, we need to look down. In the eyes of some, matters of insignificance can weigh as heavy as Mount Tai in the eyes of parents. I remember a child wrote me a letter, right?" Victor asked, looking at Casare.

The latter was startled and nodded hurriedly, "A little girl, she lives in Mowas, Sonora State, she's 7 years old. Her father died in the Mexico City war when he went with us going south."

"Let me see it."

Casare nodded quickly, and rushed downstairs to his office to search. He finally found a white envelope and ran back to the General's office to hand it to Victor, "It was sent a couple of days ago, but there were too many things..."

Victor opened the letter, the writing was very childish.

"Hello Uncle Victor:"

"My name is Ruiwa. My father mentioned you. At that time, he just came home, bringing back a medal of honor from the army. It's still treasured at home, and mom and grandpa don't allow me to see it, but every night I see her secretly wiping tears as she looks at the medal."

"He brought me two candies. I ate one, and the other is hidden in the little treasury my dad and I keep. He took me bird catching, mountain climbing, and fishing. Those were happy days, but one morning, he left. Mom said, he went back to the army. He kissed my forehead."

"Mom said dad will bring me a toy gun made out of a bullet casing next time he comes back. I was very happy."

"I sat on the bench at home, watching him..."

"But he never returned. Later, many people came home, they brought flowers, plaques. They said, this is what my dad left for our family, but my mom and grandpa were crying. I didn't understand why, but I always felt that I no longer had a dad."