Working as a police officer in Mexico

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Mexico. Tijuana seaport.

Here, one could see quite a number of cargo ships.

Even in the sea, there was an abundance of fish leaping into the air, their bodies shimmering brightly under the sunset.

Honk honk honk!~

A cargo ship bearing the Italian flag approached the port, blowing its horn.

The travel-weary Best and a squad from the Omega A Team descended the gangway, and the moment their feet touched the ground, even the storm-hardened Best couldn't help but shed tears!

Drifting at sea for half a month was pure agony for someone like him who suffered from seasickness.

Even taking a crap felt difficult due to insufficient gravity, often leading to constipation.

"Finally back!" exclaimed Khalid Baskabilu, the leader of the Omega A Team, his beard scruffy and eyes weary, "We're back!"

His voice was loud!

The dockworkers next to them looked at him as if he were mad.

"Mr. Best~" Just then, an Italian dressed in a captain's uniform descended, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, thank you, I really appreciate your help, Captain Tony."

The bearded captain shook his head, gratitude in his tone, "I should be thanking you. If it wasn't for your help, this ship might already be in the hands of pirates!"

The thought still terrified him.

They had encountered them on the Atlantic...

Those armed with AK47s, speeding in their boats, were unlucky enough to run into Best and his men. Fighting back with weapons drawn, the attackers turned tail and fled once they realized they were outmatched.

By their looks, they were clearly fishermen from a nearby island nation.

After all, those who live by the sea must feed from the sea.

What's faster than piracy? It's an ancient craft, indeed.

"Those damn mongrels, there's a British aircraft carrier just ten nautical miles away, they don't go after that, but they come after a cargo ship!" cursed the bearded Captain Tony.

Best: "..."

Omega A Team Member: "..."

Going after an aircraft carrier? Are they after its iron? Its steel? Hoping none of my men get killed outright? Or just for the thrill of gunfire?

Pirate: We're robbers, not fools!

After all, we are lively and adorable little! lives!

The silence from Best and his men was the best response. Italians often possessed an inexplicable confidence. After the captain finished speaking, he handed over his business card, "If you need anything, contact me. When you're in Italy, I'll buy you a drink!"

"No problem."

The Italian gave him a hug and then walked back to his ship.

Best watched his retreating figure, then solemnly tucked the business card into his pocket. As a businessman, he understood one thing: never underestimate any connection, as even the most inconsequential act or person can come to your rescue.

"Let's go as well," he said, holding his briefcase.

"Our people are here," murmured Khalid Baskabilu, the Omoh A Team Captain, squinting his eyes.

As his words fell, four or five Humvees stormed into the dock, fully armed with heavy machine guns mounted on top. The dockworkers quickly scattered at the sight.

The vehicles stopped in front of Best and his group, and a Lieutenant jumped out, saluting, "Sir, welcome home. Per Mr. Casare's orders, I'm here to escort you to the Governor's Mansion."

Best was moved and nodded vigorously, "Thank you."

His safe return from the Soviet Union was truly a blessing from Victor!

With the assistance of the soldiers, Best got into the off-road vehicle, and the convoy headed to the Governor's Mansion. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Ordinary people would steer clear of such military vehicles, but there were also those who smiled and waved in greeting. As a convertible car sped past, a woman even got up and waved her bra around.

Best couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When they stopped at an intersection for a red light, he took a deep breath, "I can smell the scent of growing freedom~"

"Under the Governor's leadership, we will definitely achieve our first decade goal!" the Major said from the side.

"The first decade goal?" Best asked curiously, "What is that?"

"It's the economic and cultural reform proposed by the Military Council. Within ten years, to make Tijuana a first-class city in the Latin American region, to make Mexico the safest country, to completely eradicate drugs, and furthermore, to elevate our comprehensive national power to the top of Latin America!"

Best suddenly realized. It was such a ten-year plan.

But he saw more than what ordinary soldiers "saw." Had this level of discussion already begun at the national stage? Did it indicate that Victor was planning to "formally take over" sometime during this period?

And once he took over, by continuing to eradicate the drug traffickers and ensuring Mexico's peace, based on the potential of its population and land, it could absolutely become a regional power within Latin America.

Chile? Brazil? Argentina? Uruguay?

Out of the 34 countries in the Latin American region, apart from their powerful ally, they would bow to no one!

"They wouldn't start a civil war in Latin America over this, would they?!" A crazy thought suddenly popped into Best's mind. He was scared by his own idea, but then he shook his head.

What a joke.

That's impossible.

Victor dearly loved peace, after all!

But… it didn't seem entirely impossible either!

This land had always been home to fierce men...

Omoh A Team Captain Khalid Baskabilu yawned. He had little interest in these matters; worst case scenario, they'd go to war!

Wherever Mr. Victor's banner pointed, there lied their loyalty!

Long live!

He turned his head to look out the window, noticing an open-air café with many people sitting under umbrellas. Among them, two men and a woman looked like tourists from out of town, lounging with legs crossed and sunglasses on.

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