Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 848 - 456: Public Opinion War~_2

Several teachers from the school chased from behind, clutching clothes.

"Principal Vizariyovitch..."

All the parents outside the gate were unnervingly silent.

Jose grinned sheepishly at his mom, "He drank too much vodka, Mom."

...

The sinking of the Eisenhower wasn't just a domestic issue for Mexico.

It directly altered the global geopolitical landscape!

Television stations in over 200 countries worldwide repeatedly broadcast this piece of news.

Europe and America fell into total silence... Mostly, people kept exchanging looks, unsure of what to say.

They didn't even dare to comfort Uncle Sam.

Fearful of provoking his wrath to fall upon themselves.

But Asia and the Middle East weren't as restrained. At the border of Palestine and Israel, Arafat had loudspeakers play cheerful music and chanted:

"Eisenhower has sunk!!!"

Enraged Israeli soldiers immediately launched an attack, leading to another round of small-scale skirmishes...

The breeze from Mexico had blown into the Middle East, pouring more oil onto its blistering sands.

The United States isn't exactly well-loved to begin with.

It meddles a bit too much in other people's "marriages."

And in Asia...

For the first time, Mexico's history and Victor's rise found themselves at the tables of decision-makers.

They began to study this so-called "anti-American figure."

Meanwhile, in the Latin American region...

He had risen as an authentic hero, seen by countless people who loathed capitalists as a mentor.

They outright declared that, after the Soviet Union's demise, the United States was incapable of ruling the world either.

In just four words: The world was in upheaval!

January 11th, noon.

A Mexican "Hercules" transport plane landed at the capital's military airport.

Ambrella Crespo and his 22 companions were brought in on a transferred flight.

Victor went all out in terms of pomp and circumstance.

President Cuauhtémoc personally welcomed them, alongside Casare, Defense Minister Kennedy, and Propaganda Minister Goebbels.

Even when Rumsfeld had sent delegates for peace talks before, they hadn't received such treatment.

"Welcome, Mr. Ambrella!"

Cuauhtémoc stepped forward and hugged him, while reporters clicked their cameras incessantly.

"Let me introduce you."

He guided the stunned American man, gesturing toward Casare and the others, exchanging handshakes and polite greetings.

"General Victor has arranged a grand welcome ceremony at the National Palace and will be presenting you with medals."

Ambrella Crespo looked somewhat uncomfortable but understood the significance. Seeing Cuauhtémoc personally open the door for him left him flustered.

The group departed from the military airport in cars.

Up front were 26 motorcycle police officers leading the way, followed by police cars and armored vehicles escorting them.

In the sky...

A military helicopter circled overhead, with national television reporters broadcasting live inside.

"Now we see the convoy heading toward the National Palace, where the General will warmly welcome world-renowned heroes."

This was the man who sank the Eisenhower...

A feat worthy of being etched into the annals of history.

In future textbooks, these 22 names might appear as well.

It's almost equivalent to... bombing the Jingguo Shrine, then imagining how your hometown would greet your return.

Traffic was directly controlled...

Sitting inside the car, Ambrella Crespo stared uneasily at the skyscrapers outside the window.

Cuauhtémoc glanced at him, smiled warmly, and spoke gently, "No need to be so tense. We are all comrades. Though we hold different positions, our faith and ideals are aligned."

Ambrella Crespo gazed at him, slowly nodded, and hoarsely replied, "Thank you."

It seemed he wasn't very talkative.

The convoy drove for about 40 minutes before entering "Victor Avenue," the street leading directly to the National Palace.

People were already gathered along both sides, cheering and waving as they spotted the convoy.

The car windows rolled down, and Ambrella Crespo smiled and waved at them.

The convoy split apart in front of the National Palace, allowing only their vehicle to proceed to the innermost area.

A ceremonial guard opened the door for him, and Cuauhtémoc nudged Ambrella, "Now is your moment."

He nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped out stiffly, greeted by guards presenting arms in salute.

Dressed in a black suit, Ambrella climbed the steps, his pounding heart echoing in his chest.

Two ceremonial guards opened the lavishly decorated gold doors.

His eyes immediately fell upon Victor, who stood on the central platform, smiling at him.

It felt as though they'd known each other for years...

Victor stepped forward and embraced him.

??? Are all Mexicans this passionate?

"Thank you for your efforts, Mr. Ambrella."

The stirring Mexican National Anthem blared, and then a ceremonial attendant stepped onto the stage, holding a medal in her hands.

"Mexico Combat Honor Medal!"

Crafted from pure gold.

The inscription read: "We fight for our faith!"

It marked Victor's first medal awarded to foreign personnel during his tenure. Of course, it would become a regular honor in the future.

Emperor Victor planned to use this as a reward system for the "Mexico International Corps."

Ambrella bent down to let him pin it on.

In the next moment...

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience below!

He...

Had never felt so valued.

American soldiers, in the United States, were actually held in low regard—truly treated like "disposable criminals."

In the American movie "First Blood," Vietnam veteran Rambo returned home after the war, only to be beaten down, stripped, humiliated, and thrown in jail by local police. The portrayal was strikingly realistic, nearly documentary-like.