Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1818 - 797: Our Wish Is..._6
Capítulo 1818: Chapter 797: Our Wish Is…_6
Victor’s eyes held a deep light, “I want to prove one thing: a nation plundered for five hundred years, a country trampled underfoot, can rise, can stand tall, can tell those old empires—the rules of the game need to change.”
He patted the shell of the quantum computer: “This is not about revenge, though it may seem so. It’s about justice. About allowing every country, every nation to have the right to control its own destiny, rather than being manipulated by power.”
He walked to the center of the laboratory, looking at the scientists and technicians around him, people from Mexico, Germany, Russia, different skin colors, various accents, yet all working towards the same goal at this moment.
“The old world is collapsing, and we are building the new.”
Victor said, “This process will be difficult, there will be sacrifices, there will be countless people trying to stop us. But history will only remember the victors, not those who complain about the unfairness of the game.”
He raised one hand, “So, let’s continue working. Let the British keep drinking tea in their clubs and complaining. We’re busy building the future.”
Applause resounded in the lab. Initially sporadic, then it became a chorus.
“The world belongs to Mexicans, and it can belong to the peoples of the world!”
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Three days later, Mexican-Guatemalan border, Usumacinta River Marker No. 14.
The originally planned “border conflict” did not occur.
Instead, a joint patrol launch ceremony was being held here. Soldiers from the Mexican Border Guard and Guatemala’s new Government Forces (which had cleansed the Portillo family’s influence) stood together, commanders from both sides shook hands, reporters took photos.
More notable were the drones hovering in the sky, not the attack-type “bee swarm,” but the smaller “hummingbird” reconnaissance aircraft. They hovered like real hummingbirds, onboard cameras recording everything.
Bramo and Guatemala’s newly appointed Minister of Defense stood on a makeshift podium. Bramo was speaking:
“Today marks a new chapter in the relations between the two countries. Based on mutual trust and common interests, Mexico will assist Guatemala in building a modern border monitoring system, including drone patrols, electronic fences, and joint command centers. This system will not only combat smuggling and illegal immigration but also ensure the sovereignty of both countries is not infringed upon by third-party forces.”
A reporter asked, “Advisor Bramo, who exactly are the third-party forces you’re referring to?”
Bramo smiled, “Referring to any external forces attempting to destabilize the region. Of course, we won’t name names, but I believe some countries are well aware.”
Laughter erupted below the stage.
“Does Guatemala need to pay for this system provided by Mexico?”
“The initial construction costs are borne by Mexico, as aid to a friendly neighbor. Subsequent maintenance and upgrades will be shared proportionately between the two countries, but core technology, including drone control software and encrypted communications, will remain in Mexican hands. This is a matter of national security, and I’m sure everyone can understand.”
A journalist raised a hand: “Mr. Bramo, does this imply that Mexico is establishing military control over Guatemala?”
“That’s an interesting interpretation but completely misunderstood.” Bramo responded calmly, “This system is defensive, aimed at protecting border security. Control is shared by a joint command of both countries, and all actions require mutual consent. If this is ‘control,’ then wouldn’t NATO’s protection of member countries be ‘occupation’?”
The British journalist was at a loss for words.
After the ceremony, Bramo walked to the riverside, looking at the clear waters.
A young Mexican officer approached him, saluted.
“Advisor, the drone system has been deployed. Twelve ‘hummingbirds’ will patrol this stretch of the border 24 hours a day, with data streaming back to the joint command center in real-time.”
“Very good.” Bramo looked at the small black dot hovering in the sky,
“Do you know, Lieutenant? A hundred years ago, British warships could patrol any sea in the world, claiming it was ‘maintaining freedom of navigation.’ Today, our drones patrol the border, but they call it ‘hegemony.'”
The Lieutenant laughed, “Double standards are a traditional virtue of imperialism, sir.”
“Well said.”
Bramo patted his shoulder, “Keep up the work. Remember, our mission is not to provoke but to ensure no one can stir up trouble here again.”
He turned to leave, boarding the special car back to Mexico City.
The car’s TV was broadcasting news: The United Nations Security Council had just concluded its meeting, and the motion proposed by the United Kingdom to “condemn Mexican cross-border actions” failed to pass. Votes in favor: United Kingdom, remaining US government representatives. Votes against: Mexico, Russia. Abstentions: France, Germany, and ten other countries.
In other words, the United Kingdom was isolated.
Bramo turned off the TV, closed his eyes. Outside the window, border landscapes flashed by—jungles, villages, occasionally the spires of churches. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
He thought of Victor’s words, “Our goal is not to defeat the United Kingdom, but to make it irrelevant. When the world no longer runs according to the rules of London, the empire is truly dead.”
Bramo understood what Victor meant.
He wants to overthrow all hegemonies in this world!
But Bramo didn’t think it could succeed.
“When the boy who slays dragons becomes extolled, acclaimed, but ultimately, doesn’t he himself also become a dragon?”
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