Working as a police officer in Mexico

Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener didn't wait for the staff officer to finish speaking, he kicked him over with rage in his eyes, "The glory and meritorious service of the 4th Battalion under Governor Victor came from fighting our way out through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. We act with integrity, sit with honor. Rewards must be given for meritorious deeds, and wrongdoings must be corrected. This bastard ruined our effort, and I will make everyone see if this is a disgrace or not!"

"You may have no shame, but I do!"

"Report this! I request the execution by firing squad for those two, and the removal from their posts for the squad leader and the battalion commander!" Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener shouted, his arm wound bursting open again.

The medic by his side sprang into action, panicked.

"Go clean your area, I will ensure this matter is properly dealt with."

Rommel snapped to attention, "Yes, sir!"

He walked out with his adjutant, Fedor von Bock, who exchanged a glance with him and sighed faintly, "The Major is truly a real soldier."

"A soldier's honor comes from the battlefield, not from bullying the weak!" Rommel hopped onto the armored vehicle in just a few strides, "Let's go, continue the cleanup of drug traffickers."

When this issue was escalated, Kennedy also felt it was thorny and threw the problem directly to Victor.
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The Governor, who had just finished an argument with El Mencho from afar, flipped over the table when he heard the news!

The sound was so loud that it could be heard from the office area downstairs.

In the office, Chief Secretary Krista Schroeder, head of intelligence Jason Bourne, Thirteen Protectors' George Smiley stood still, while Propaganda Minister Goebbels was deep in thought.

Victor showed an angry face, "This is simply lawless!"

"Execution! Execution!"

Chief Secretary Krista Schroeder nodded, ready to convey the orders, when Propaganda Minister Goebbels suddenly stood up, "Wait!"

Victor frowned at him, and the latter walked up to him, "Sir, we might be able to use a different approach."

"We should show the people of Culiacán and Mexico your sincerity."

"What do you mean?" Emperor Victor held back his anger.

Goebbels whispered two sentences in his ear, and the others, including Chief Secretary Krista Schroeder, noticed the Governor's brows slowly relaxing.

Curiosity arose, wondering what had been said.

"You make a good point, order Kennedy, I will personally go to the central square of Culiacán and preside over the trial of this incident!"

"Sir, Culiacán is still dangerous, drug traffickers have not been completely eliminated," Jason Bourne hurriedly stood up to say.

"My soldiers are not afraid of danger, what do I have to fear?"

Seeing Victor so determined, Jason Bourne could only sigh internally, thinking the frontline troops were in for a busy time.

He glanced at Goebbels, this Propaganda Minister and his damn plans.

As Jason Bourne had thought.

Kennedy Heisenberg, upon hearing that Victor intended to personally preside over the trial in Culiacán, was so frightened he took a plane and arrived first to take charge, even transferring the remaining soldiers of the 2nd Battalion from the front line to patrol the city.

Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener felt despondent upon hearing the news, knowing that he would have to "settle down" for at least a few years after this incident.

"Damn it!"

All he could do was look up and sigh helplessly.

The soldiers spread out from the central square and swept through the night. The organized drug traffickers were gone, but sporadic resistance remained, with gunfire lasting throughout the night before gradually subsiding.

The next morning, around 10 o'clock.

Four Mi-8 helicopters escorted an American Sikorsky Company's S-76 helicopter to land on the temporary helipad in the square.

"General!" Kennedy quickly walked over to salute.

Victor ordered his military personnel to address him as General, not sir.

"I am not pleased about this matter!"

"It is unforgivable that such incidents occurred in my troops. Where is the commander of the 4th Battalion?"

"General!" Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener hastily stepped forward.

Victor glanced at him, his eyes softened upon seeing his bound hand, "I know you, Horatio, how's your injury?"

"I remember your bravery when you fought against the Tijuana Cartel on Guadalupe Island. I thought then that you would certainly make an excellent officer. However, with this incident, you also bear inescapable responsibility."

"General, I…" Horatio was at a loss for words, overcome with shame.

"You will go to the Northern Military Academy and serve as the head instructor."

This appointment was unexpected to everyone.

A head instructor at the military academy, from a battalion commander—was this a demotion or a promotion?

It wouldn't take long before he re-emerged as a brigade or division level officer!

At present, Victor's forces only had four battalions and no divisions, but after a few months, when the 60,000 new recruits were ready, they would have to expand the ranks.

Kennedy glanced at Major Horatio Herbert Kitchener, noting that Governor Victor was still "biased" towards his own people.

"Yes!" Horatio was startled but quickly responded.

Victor nodded, his expression darkening, "Let's go, I want to see those two scoundrels!"

The entourage followed him toward the square.

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"Achoo!" Patrick couldn't help sneezing, and his father quickly covered his mouth, gesturing a "shush" to him.

Signaling him to be quiet.

Although Patrick was young, he was obedient. He covered his mouth and looked around. Neighbors and many familiar faces gathered on the central square, as far as the eye could see.

He spotted a familiar friend and wanted to wave, but dared not make a sound.