Working as a police officer in Mexico

"The teacher said, my dad is a hero. I am very proud, but I... I miss him so much."

"Dear Uncle Victor, the teacher asked me to write a letter to the person I admire the most. I wrote it to you because my dad respects you the most."

"The fruit trees back home have borne fruit, Dad, everything is going well at home. Grandpa's illness will have some support, and Mom has been arranged to help at school. Dad, when will I get to see you?"

"Do you think when a person passes away, they really turn into a star and watch over us?"

...

People...

are complex beings.

Victor lifted his head, his eyes slightly wet, while beside him, Casare's tears welled up instantly. He was always a sentimental man, and tears flowed down immediately.

Cuauhtémoc also took a deep breath.

"I want to write a reply letter."

Victor sat on the chair, picked up his pen...

"Hello, Ruiwa, meeting through the letter as if seeing you."

"Very pleased to receive your letter..."

He paused, crumpled the paper, tossed it into the trash, and rewrote it, much more neatly this time.

His emotions were rising. When cold, he could be very cold, but when sentimental, very sentimental.

It took him over twenty minutes of writing on and off before he finished, taking up the cigarette placed for him on the table. Casare had lit it for him, knowing the boss liked to smoke, so he would always light one and leave it in the ashtray for him to take promptly.

"What do you think about my idea of adopting the children of fallen comrades?"

"??"

"Boss, our welfare system is being improved..."

Victor shook his head, "No, that's not what I mean. I want to acquire a large piece of land in Mexico City with a hospital, a school, and a factory. I can adopt them, funding it all by myself."

The three glanced at each other; they still didn't see why this was necessary. After all, there must be many people.

It's not that they found it troublesome, just that they thought the local government could handle it and that the boss was being a bit sentimental.

Victor planned to raise them and send them off to adulthood, not letting their fathers' efforts go to waste.

If you understand Chinese history, one can understand this: the meaning of adopting a son.

Just like Huo Qubing under the reign of Emperor Han Wu!

Or Wen Zhong under Zhu Yuanzhang!

Once these people grow up and step into every industry, Victor's name in Mexico's history books a century later would surely stand unaffected. Even if someone wished to tarnish his reputation, many would stand to defend it.

Yu Lin Army?

Of course, this is just malicious speculation. Victor purely wanted to help them.

He had enough money, and sometimes, just enough to spend is all that's needed.

"Let it be this place." He walked over to the map of Mexico City, circled a corner, pointing at several spots. This was a large piece of land and right in the city center, a place where every inch was precious and would surely be valuable post-war. But of course, Casare and the others did not oppose it.

"What should it be called?"

"What do you all think of 'Father's Home'?"

...

Sonora State, Mowas, Yakov Town.

The clear breeze rustled the willows, and the fields cheered, like celebrating the arrival of freedom.

In the only primary school here, you could hear the sound of reading.

The walls of the newly built school were covered in various colorful drawings, looking childish but full of innocence.

This school only had 2 classes, with a total of over 60 students since Yakov Town had just over 700 people.

The bell rang, signaling the end of school.

Students cheerfully carried their bags, like horses off their reins...

"Ruiwa, let's go catch wild chickens on the mountain tonight." A chubby boy shouted to the skinny girl sitting at the front.

"No, Darwin, I have to massage my grandpa's legs tonight."

The chubby boy's eyes dimmed, but still just a kid, he nodded vigorously, "Next time then, hehe, when I catch it, I'll leave a chicken leg for you!"

Ruiwa nodded with a smile.

Her classmates took good care of her, though the annoying Hard once bullied her, and then... got spanked by his dad as an apology to her.

Thinking of it made her want to laugh again.

Picking up her bag, Ruiwa walked to the bike shed, seeing her mother waving vigorously at her from a small tricycle.

This was an electric bike, sponsored by a local company.

She loved it and named it "The Wild."

"I bought some beef today; I'll make beef patties for you when we get home." Mom said with a smile as she took her bag.

"Okay!"

Ruiwa nodded hard, her eyes shining.

Their family was doing very well now, having rebuilt a new house, a two-story building, and the government providing about 3000 pesos monthly, which also covered Grandpa's medication costs.

Along with her mom's salary and a one-time compensation payment, they lived very comfortably.

Her mom rode the bike with Ruiwa heading home, always running into familiar faces on the way. When they reached home, her nearly 70-year-old grandfather sat at the door, holding something in his hand, eyes a bit red and swollen?

"Grandpa!"

Ruiwa jumped down happily, seeing his face a bit startled, then immediately ran over nervously, "What's wrong?"

Her mom also noticed, quickly running over.

"Nothing, nothing." The old man waved his hand, taking out something from his hand, revealing a letter, "This is a letter from General Victor for you, Ruiwa."

"Ah?! Ah!!!"

The little girl jumped with joy and opened the envelope excitedly.

"Hello, Ruiwa, meeting through the letter as if seeing you."

"Very pleased to receive your letter..."

"I am very sorry for meeting you today. I am also very happy that my comrade's daughter has become such an outstanding student. Your father will forever be a hero here with me!"

"Reading your letter moved me greatly, and I have good news for you. We have liberated Southern Mexico, completely driving drug traffickers out of Mexico!"

"I sincerely invite you and your family to come to Mexico City to join the victory parade, bringing a photo of your dad, showing all Mexicans and the world that this impoverished country has produced a battle hero."

"Your father watches over you from the sky. Look up, the brightest star is him."

"And..."

"From now on, you may also call me Dad, love you, child!"

"I'll be waiting for you in Mexico City."

Ruiwa exclaimed excitedly, "Mom, Victor... Dad invited us to Mexico City, didn't he?!"

In a child's mind, there are no class concepts; she only knows a person her father respected wrote her a reply.

Her mother, wiping tears away, looked at the old man.

"Here are the plane tickets. They've all been purchased for us." Grandpa pulled out three tickets and an invitation from another envelope.

"Go, go get your dad's medal; let's take him to Mexico City to see how the country he sacrificed his life for has finally improved."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but cry.

This nearly 70-year-old man who had witnessed WWII, the rampant border smuggling of the 50s, the Guadalajara Cartel's tyranny, seen drug trafficker gang battles, and witness the military wrongfully claim achievements, having raised three sons; the eldest went into smuggling and was killed, the second son became a police officer and was killed, and the third joined the army and also died in battle. But this time, it was different.

The "Second-Class Wartime Merit" hanging at the door clearly narrated his achievements.

Ruiwa hastily nodded following the instructions, trotting into her parents' bedroom, holding a red box with both hands from a drawer. On it was the flag of Mexico with the phrase: "¡¡pertenezco al pueblo! (I belong to the people!)"

Signifying this force's belief was completely different from the armies of Europe and America.

"Dad, I'm taking you to Mexico City. It must be prosperous there." Ruiwa softly rubbed the box with her cheek.

The woman at the door covered her mouth, crying quietly.

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