August 7, 1990!
Sunny!
9:40 AM.
Dressed in a police uniform, Victor walked into the venue, adorned with about seven or eight medals on his chest.
"Mexican war hero!"
"Mexican anti-drug hero!"
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This was for the preparation of the conference, it would be quite disgraceful to sit without medals while officers with decorated chests sat around, wouldn't it?
Of course, Victor cared about his face, he didn't hang 114 medals on himself like "Golden Finger", otherwise those unaware might think TMD they need to move their car.
He adorned himself with a few medals, so what!
He had worked hard in two states, almost everyone had a job, children had books to read, and the crime rate plummeted from 81% in 1989 to 1.6%!
How could he not enjoy that?
Once he walked into the venue, nearly 300 sitting police officers immediately stood up and applauded, their clapping echoing through the hall for a long time.
