Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 741 - 414 If You Won’t Keep Up Appearances, Someone Will Do It For You!

741: Chapter 414: If You Won’t Keep Up Appearances, Someone Will Do It For You!

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741: Chapter 414: If You Won’t Keep Up Appearances, Someone Will Do It For You!

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“Teacher, should we pray first or raise the national flag first?” A younger priest hesitated before asking.

“First, praise Victor.”

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The Mexicali Police Department incident was not an isolated case; a movement to expel Vatican priests swept across Mexico.

The Bishop in the Guadalajara Region refused to leave, leading over twenty clergy members armed with weapons from an unknown source in resistance, even attempting to call upon believers—over fifty believers joined them in defending the church.

Hmm…

The local police then requested military intervention.

Two 2S3 howitzers rolled in and bombarded the church.

Instantly ascending to heaven.

More than seventy people were tough guys, not a single whimper amongst them.

This century-old church was also reduced to ashes.

Civilians called it the “Guadalajara Church Bloodshed Incident!”

However, this also indirectly illustrated another issue…

The government of Cuauhtémoc was gradually strengthening its control over the public!

Mexicans still know who the real kings are.

But this action completely infuriated the Roman Curia.

In St.

Peter’s Square, the Church rang the Holy Bell, which is usually rung only when a new Pope is chosen, but now it rang to gather believers.

Looking at the crowd rushing to the square upon hearing the news—not numerous, but not few either—at least tens of thousands, including tourists.

This kind of rallying power is seen only in Europe.

If this were ancient China, within minutes, you’d be overthrown, since, after all, even the Yellow Turban Rebellion was religiously motivated.

Dressed in all white, the Pope stepped onto the balcony and spoke through a megaphone.

“We pray for our brothers and sisters persecuted by Victor, may they rest in the Lord’s embrace!”

“We also express dissatisfaction with those who persecute clergy members.

Victor and his government are an anti-human collective; they are the living embodiments of X Hitler!”

He spat vehemently above.

Victor, watching this from in front of the TV, thought of laughing.

“So much said, and yet, what’s the result?

I thought he would launch intercontinental missiles from the Vatican.”

Casare laughed beside him, his double chin trembling, “If the Roman Curia had missiles, the Italian Government would have become the German Government.”

“This tumor is simply revolting.

Don’t we have evidence against their priests?

Throw it out, I want to see who really are the followers of Satan.”

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“From now on, we must strictly control religions, especially crackdown on cults.

Anyone not registered with the Religious Administration is a target.

What we want is not a loose federal government; only a centralized, unified system can save Mexico!”

“Freedom is not without limits.”

Secularism and religion are two conflicting entities, especially in places like the Middle East.

Looking through history, many secularized countries have improved their economy and living conditions, but religious forces become unhappy.

They try every means to pull you back, and in the end?

Reverting to feudalism!

Women can’t show their faces?

What era are we in?

Women should hold up half the sky!

While Mexico may not go that far, in Mexico, 88% of the population practices Catholicism, 5.2% practices Protestantism, and the rest adhere to other religions or none.

Mexico has no state religion, but Catholicism is the predominant faith.

Clergy members used to enjoy privileges.

It was possible before, but now with the new government in power, you’re granted a Gatling execution.

While it’s the Cuauhtémoc government in name, it’s actually Victor pulling the strings behind the scenes…

Extremist religious militants are also very dangerous.

We cannot allow them grounds to survive.

“The opposition is a bit loud, but overall within controllable limits,” said Casare.

Seeing Victor nod slightly, he immediately understood, picked up the remote and turned off the TV, and after a thought asked, “The 16th is Mexican Independence Day, should we hold a ceremony?”

“What does the Intelligence Bureau say?”

“They assessed that the safety factor is low, that danger could easily arise, and that it’s risky for people to take this opportunity to cause trouble, so they recommend against it.”

“But Independence Day is one of Mexico’s long-standing celebrations.

If we don’t hold it, people may lose trust in our new government, and it might tarnish our image.”

“How many days left?” Victor walked to the window, holding a cigarette in his hand, and asked.

“Eleven days.”

“The schedule is tight, but it’s enough.

Raise the national security level, temporarily close the borders, conduct identity checks on everyone in communities, mandate the Marine First Division to enter Mexico City with two regiments to control the entry and exit points, and carry out overnight registrations of city dwellers.”

“Eject anyone from the main urban area of Mexico without a residence certificate or identity proof.”

“Have Cuauhtémoc invite ambassadors from various countries stationed in Mexico.

This is our first time celebrating Independence Day; it must be spectacular.”

“Do we hold a military parade?”

“Bring in the 32nd Missile Brigade, and also transfer a regiment from the Marine Corps 5th Division based in Goodrian, dispatch the 3rd Flying Squadron of the Air Force to fly overhead; these should be sufficient.”

A regiment also means over 4,000 people.

Casare felt enormous pressure with such little time.

But he still agreed.

Under the state machinery, any resistance would crumble to dust.

There is nothing impossible, only things we do not wish to accomplish.

After discussing some work-related matters, Casare suddenly said sheepishly, “Boss, tomorrow is my birthday, would you like to come over for dinner?”

Victor was taken aback, then raised his eyebrows, “You’re turning 32, right?”

“Yes, my 32nd birthday.

In the blink of an eye, half into the coffin,” laughed Casare.

The two were two years apart, with the other having entered the prison system before Victor.