Chapter 1208: Chapter 590: Intelligence Is Not Omnipotent, Nor Are People

June 28th.

A grand “Drug War Victory Celebration” was held by the civilians in Mexico City.

On this day last year, June 28th, 1992, the Mexican Army captured the last city, “Tonali,” symbolizing the beginning of a new era.

The drug traffickers fled in groups into Guatemala or other countries in North America.

From the beginning of the 20th century, the drug problem that had troubled Mexico was thoroughly eradicated.

Of course, the main sponsors of the celebration were community groups, with many willing to contribute funds.

During the suppression of drug traffickers, families closely collaborating with them were purged, and other groups took their place, benefiting from the war profits, naturally becoming loyal supporters of Victor.

The celebration started at 9 a.m…

The parade was mainly composed of family members of the deceased soldiers, the general public, and employees of businesses and public institutions, but over ten thousand people participated. They held pictures of their relatives, starting from Chapultepec Castle and marching across districts to the current central plaza of Mexico.

It was approximately eight kilometers.

They walked until after 2 p.m…

The route was lined with heavily armed police, and the crowds on both sides waved flags and cheered.

Among the crowd, you could see quite a few shaven-headed young men with sharp eyes wandering around with backpacks, who looked intimidating. It was evident they were plainclothes officers, but their mere presence deterred petty thieves and those with ill intentions.

Under the leadership of President Cuauhtémoc, top officials, including Mexico Police Department Minister Robert Bill, Minister of Education Anatoly Lunacharsky, and Minister of Civil Affairs Alfred Rosenberg, attended the celebration, mingling with the public and exchanging warm smiles.

“Sir, sir!”

An elderly man reached out with his withered hand, and Cuauhtémoc shook it, glancing at the medals on his chest, seeing seven or eight of them.

“Please, come forward, sir,” he said kindly.

The crowd instinctively made way, revealing that he was holding a photo in his arms, showing a young man in military uniform with a shy smile towards the camera.

“This is…”

The elderly man seemed to be about seventy years old, with uncleaned discharge at the corners of his eyes. His skin was dry and wrinkled, as he touched the photo with his right hand, “This is my grandson, Arismenti.”

As he spoke, he touched his chest, with pride in his voice, “He followed the Supreme Leader from Tijuana, campaigning north and south, earning four first-class merits, two second-class merits, and four third-class merits in the drug wars. He was even received by the then Supreme Leader, who called him the ‘Anti-Drug Tiger and Army Warrior’.”

Onlookers, surprised by these achievements, gasped, while others tiptoed to get a better look.

“Claudius Davis Arismenti?!” Civil Affairs Minister Alfred Rosenberg suddenly spoke.

“Yes, yes, that’s him, sir, do you know him?” the elderly man’s eyes lit up, speaking excitedly.

Cuauhtémoc looked at him, “You know?”

Alfred Rosenberg nodded, his tone tinged with regret, “Mr. Leader mentioned this name more than once, originally planning to send him to the Military Academy after liberation, and the process was all set. He died just before dawn, and upon hearing this, Mr. Leader remained silent for a long time.”

What a pity!

If he hadn’t died, in a few decades, he would have become a General.

“He was also one of Mexico’s first 200 Anti-Drug Battle Heroes, with a sculpture of him on the summit of Tepeya Mountain.”

“Truly a hero.”

Cuauhtémoc sighed, bending down to pat the elderly man’s back, “Master, the country and the Supreme Leader, as well as the public, will not forget his sacrifices, and you must also take good care of yourself. If there is anything you need, please let us know; the government provides support for your living, right? Do local officials visit you?”

This question made Civil Affairs Minister Alfred Rosenberg tense up.

Following Victor’s instructions, visits are mandatory on major holidays every year, as a political task.

This signifies that the government hasn’t forgotten these heroes.

If someone skipped it, there would be consequences; even if the mayor didn’t want to go, the deputy mayor certainly would.

Such a familiar practice…

Victor: I don’t get it; doesn’t the one in the east get it either? Can’t I just guide him across the river?

“Oh, they did visit. They even helped me tend the fields and instructed me in farming, and now I live well.”

Cuauhtémoc nodded in satisfaction, “Mexico is grateful for your contribution, and rest assured, we will not let heroes bleed and shed tears at the same time. Taking care of the martyrs’ families is a societal responsibility and duty, and the Supreme Leader has instructed more than once to make soldiers the most honorable!”

Among the crowd, some applauded vigorously, while others shouted in unison.

Following them, reporters from the “Mexico National Newspaper” took photos vigorously, as these would make the news.

In the world’s mainstream nations, statesmen can stage manage, arrange people, and script dramas, showing a friendly side to gain the people’s support.

Oh, of course, there’s the unique case of Old Immortal pulling barbed wire fences, which is incredibly rare, no, it’s unseen. Anywhere else, such actions would be condemned, but in India, the mainstream media considers it normal, and that is the most frightening.

No wonder it could give rise to the “Failed Ascetic,” “Niece-in-law Serves,” and “goblin-like” phenomena.

Cuauhtémoc held the elderly man’s hand, sharing the public’s cheers with him, and after delivering a speech in the central plaza, when the celebration reached its climax, four autonomously developed F22s flew overhead, releasing ribbons into the sky, causing the crowd to cheer exuberantly.