Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 757 - 422 Show You a Big Treasure!
757: Chapter 422: Show You a Big Treasure!
757 -422: Show You a Big Treasure!
In order to ensure the safety of Mexican Independence Day.
Besides the Marine Corps 5th Division holding the capital.
The 4th Marine Division Cavalry Regiment, 355th Infantry Regiment, 338th Paratrooper Regiment, along with seven other regiments transferred from other Marine divisions, as well as the National Guard units from neighboring states, bring the total number of security forces to over 160,000!
Even the sewers have personnel from the 141st Special Forces Brigade stationed.
The moon is bright, the stars are sparse; the chirping of birds and the buzzing of cicadas fill the air.
In a military camp beside the “Law Building” in Mexico City, sentries stared vigilantly at their surroundings.
Stationed here is one regiment from the far-off Reserve Seventh Division.
A single room houses ten people, with the deafening cacophony of snores echoing and an array of sleeping postures.
Creaaak~
The door opened, a beam of light broke in, and two officers entered.
“Hurry up, we’ve got another regiment to visit after this.” One Major said.
“Understood.”
Both carried black bags in hand, starting from the first bed, pulling out a thick envelope and placing it by the occupant’s pillow before silently retreating, repeating the process throughout.
When a sentry came to wake someone for their shift, they noticed the envelope by the pillow and curiously pushed their comrade awake, who opened their blurry eyes.
“Get up for your watch, and hey, what’s this?” the sentry pointed at the envelope and asked.
The groggy comrade rubbed their eyes, turned their head to look, equally baffled, yawning as they grabbed the envelope to open it.
Under the moonlight, inside was revealed to be stacks of Mexican Pesos.
“Money!
This is money!” The sentry exclaimed, “Seems like there’s also a letter.”
The comrade hastily pulled it out.
The two huddled together as the moonlight illuminated the words: “You’ve been working hard lately, brothers.
Please take care of yourselves and stay healthy.
Best wishes!”
The letter was signed by Victor.
“A letter from the General!” The comrade couldn’t hide their excitement.
The sentry beside them also gasped aloud, “60,000 Pesos!”
Both looked at each other in disbelief, their breaths speeding up, and then, as if realizing something, they turned their gaze toward the other beds where similar envelopes lay.
Damn!
60,000 Pesos is approximately 2,940 US Dollars!
Enough to cover two years’ income for a farming family of three.
A surge of touching gratitude welled within them.
The soldier leapt from bed and hurried off to inform the squad leader.
In no time, shouts of delight echoed throughout the entire squad, reverberating through the regiment until the regiment commander finally barked orders to calm the commotion.
As lights were shut off and rest resumed, soldiers murmured in their blankets about the General’s generosity.
Victor truly is the big brother.
A man of fortune who never forgets his comrades.
As Independence Day approaches, he directly distributed money—60,000 Pesos per individual, regardless of rank, down to the lowest private.
The government forces’ total armed personnel amount to roughly 300,000 (including National Guard and police).
With 60,000 Pesos for each, that tallied up to 18 billion Mexican Pesos, equivalent to 9 million US Dollars!
The Mexican government contributed 50 million US dollars.
Victor’s “New Hope Group” provided another 50 million dollars, while the remaining 800 million came from financial tycoons and landlords.
Among central and northern states nearing 20 total, many tycoons were unwilling to flee—where could they go?
When the Jin Dynasty invaded, the North saw many surrender with entire families rather than migrate south, all for their attachment to their homeland and reluctance to abandon their assets.
The tycoons have money!
This includes Grupo Carso—the largest telecommunications company in Latin America, which also ventures into real estate, tires, automobiles, and finance.
Its founder Carlos Slim boasts a wealth exceeding 40 billion US dollars.
Then there’s Salinas Group, Cuervo Tequila Winery, the Francisco Robinson Company, and others, each wealthier than 1.5 billion US dollars—all financial elites.
Originally, they aligned themselves with the Yanks.
When Victor became Governor, they were indifferent; during Mexico’s conflict with the U.S., they even tripped us up from behind.
Yet once “savages learned to shoot,” they no longer dared even lick the boots of power.
Now, one by one, they act like quails—desperate to comply with orders from the National Palace, eager to prove their loyalty to the “new master.”
Ask them to pool 500 million?
They immediately throw in a billion US dollars.
Victor’s current policy is: Raise the pigs well.
Obedient pigs get spared; defiant pigs get slaughtered.
Suppress the financial tycoons!
This time when soldiers shouted their loyalty, it was genuine loyalty.
Top to bottom, left to right—all hailed Victor’s name.
Indeed, when the world criticized Mexico, Victor stood up and took personal responsibility.
With a style of sharing fortune during good times and shouldering burdens solo when things go wrong, he garnered admiration from the middle and lower tiers of society.
Thump thump thump thump~
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Victor had already awakened.
He donned a sharp military uniform, gazing at himself in the mirror with great satisfaction—he looked every bit the cultured gentleman.
“Boss, the money has all been distributed, and I’ve prepared the promotion list you mentioned.
Just need your signature.” Casare said, holding a roster in his hands.
Victor glanced at the list, which began with Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener, followed by five division commanders, and then various regiment commanders—each promoted one rank!
Major General to Vice Admiral (5th Division Commander), Vice Admiral to Admiral, Colonel to Major General…
A total of 70 names.
He expanded the Marine Division structure to army-level units, comprising 4–6 divisions with personnel increasing from 18,000 to 60,000!
Drawing 5,000 personnel from the Golden Finger, he refrained from emulating the German Special Forces, which proved unsustainable, instead employing regular elite soldiers capable of serving as grassroots officers.
All remaining resources were poured entirely into his “all-in strategy” with devastating weaponry.
Victor signed swiftly and decisively, “Schedule the Admiral promotion ceremony for five days from now.
I’ll preside over it personally.”
