Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 477: One small step for Victor, one giant leap for justice!

3 month 12 day.

Cuba, Havana!

At the entrance of the Capitol, more than 100 media outlets from all over the world gathered.

"NTV news. Private newsすが、Relationship person's answer によると、This time's meeting のためにThe possibility of achieving される is very highに Low いということです! (This is NTV, we are reporting on the negotiations on the US-Mexico armistice agreement in Havana, but according to people familiar with the matter, this is a meeting and the possibility of reaching it is very low!) "

A female reporter from Japan's NTV national television station, wearing a proper business skirt, spoke seriously to the camera.

Less than a meter away, a woman wearing a hijab headscarf and holding the microphone of the Iranian National Broadcasting and Television Station was about to speak when she heard her colleague next to her seemed very excited. The tone of his voice was... very sad and angry?
The reporters are all very professional, especially these xenophobic reporters. If there is any problem, it will be a diplomatic dispute, but they still can't help but turn their heads to look.

I saw next to it...

Korean?
Because the microphone says KBS (Korean Broadcasting System), maybe many people don’t understand, it’s the public TV station that broadcast “Descendants of the Sun” and “Autumn in My Heart”…

The reporter seemed very excited at this moment.

",! (Mexico's violence has hindered the progress of civilization. To put it bluntly, justice led by the United States and South Korea is being destroyed!)"

What a good one... If I average my wealth with that of the richest man, I will be the richest man.

South Korea still upholds justice?
Half of them buy prostitution in the country, and most of them open KTVs abroad and organize prostitution.

His greatest use is that he can provide people with jokes.

The Korean reporter's voice became louder and louder, causing colleagues around him to look at him with some disgust...

The sound is really loud!

Maybe Koreans think the world belongs to them.

"! (Victor is such an impolite guy!)"

The Korean reporter had very personal emotions and couldn't help but speak directly to Victor.

This angered the female reporter from the Mexican TV station who had long disliked him. Under the horrified gaze of the photographer, she threw the microphone at the Korean guy.

Peng!
One sound!
It hit the opponent's head directly, and the sound sounded a bit green.

"Axi!"

The Korean man covered his head and screamed in pain. He turned around angrily and saw a dark shadow rushing towards him. A foot in high heels kicked him in the vitals!

All the men present felt their pupils shrink and felt pain.

The other person's face turned red, and he fell to the ground, curled up like a cooked shrimp, his eyes began to blur, and his pupils began to dilate...

This…

It can really kill people!
But the female reporter was still not satisfied and punched and kicked the Korean man on the ground, cursing in Spanish, "You can say General Victor, short man!"

“Stop…Stop!”

The Korean journalist team member hurriedly pushed her away, "Don't you know that we have the freedom to act? We have the right to speak!"

"Then I also have the right to tear your mouths apart!"

The Mexican female reporter rushed forward fiercely and actually started pulling the other person's hair. When her colleagues saw that she had done it, they also came up to help!
For a while…

Chaos.

But where is this? The Cuban Capitol. Within a minute, the guards rushed over and took them under control.

"She! This woman is crazy, she started it first!" The Korean photographer's mouth was swollen, and God knows how hard the slap was.

"Who told you to scold General Victor? I'm telling you, I didn't have my period today, otherwise I would have blessed you with great luck today!"

When the guard heard that it was a Mexican, he knew what to do.

Now everyone knows that Cuba and Mexico are in the same boat. The lieutenant in charge waved his hand and took them all away, but one side pulled them roughly while the other side pulled them gently.

The reporters present could see...

"Cubans are fence-sitters!" one reporter muttered. "Mexicans are not good people either."

His colleagues next to him were so scared that they quickly covered his mouth.

This small conflict was still recorded by someone. After all, there were more than 100 reporters present, and many of them were broadcasting live...

The tough look of the Mexican female reporter is really scary.

After cleaning up the place, about ten minutes later, it was 10:07 in the morning.

A motorcade carrying American representatives arrived at the gates of the Capitol.

A bunch of reporters rushed over and started taking photos, completely forgetting about the fight that had just happened...

What's that?
Fighting? Brawl? It's nothing for the news.

The Secret Service bodyguard got down from the passenger seat, looked around with sharp eyes, and was wearing a suit with a bulge around his waist. It looked like he was carrying a weapon, but I didn't know what it was. When visiting other countries, friendly ones would be allowed to carry guns, but unfriendly ones... even if you brought your second brother with you, they would say your firepower exceeded the limit.

Let me add a comment here. The Secret Service's recent performance has been rubbish. So many people were killed in the bombing in the national park. They have been under a lot of criticism. The director was directly dealt with and charged with dereliction of duty. The FBI has intervened in the investigation because some people suspect that the director is involved.

Clinton's personal bodyguard Rich Miller airborne Secret Service.

He is the only person who was not promoted from the official candidate. He took drastic measures as soon as he came to power. He used his connections to directly recruit two teams of special forces from the Navy SEALs to temporarily become President Clinton's bodyguards.

just now…

No one believes it!
And when Albert Gore came to Cuba, he brought a team with him.

"Sir, sir, is the United States ready to negotiate? If the armistice is not confirmed and Mexico launches weapons at Wall Street, are you ready?"

"Mr. Albert, what do you think of the situation in North America and the world..."

Reporters threw out their prepared questions, but Albert Gore and Chief of Staff Angel seemed not to hear them and walked into the building with serious expressions.

The expressions are ugly...

Field...didn't come to greet you!
Not even the Mexicans.

Fake!

The two were very angry, but they also understood that it was not appropriate to overturn the table at this time.

After leading the group inside, they could smell a hint of incense in the air. Raul Modes next to them smiled and said, "This is a closed-door consultation meeting. Except for the United States, several other delegations have sent people to attend."

This is a casual remark, but for people whose mentality is more sensitive at this time, the meaning is different.

Are you clicking on me?

You said I was late?
Give me a warning?

So the vice president had a sullen face and didn't say anything, and Angel Ureña could only step out and say a few words.

Raul Modes glanced at the American with a smile on his face, but he sneered in his heart. Once Cuba and Mexico formally form an alliance, your outlet to the Gulf of Mexico will be completely blocked. Where will you go?
Are you going to annex Canada?

As for San Diego... Raul Modes, as a senior executive, also knew that the Mexicans were eyeing this piece of fat meat.

Tread~
The footsteps were heavy, representing tonnage, and also representing... the hearts of Americans.

When I reached the door of the reception room, the guard outside had heard the noise and pushed the door open, and a wave of heat rushed out.

Albert Gore's eyelids twitched and he felt extremely nervous, even more nervous than when he ran for vice president.

He took a deep breath and looked at Angel.

"go!"

He walked in with his chest straightened.

There were two tables in a row, just like a debate, but there was a lot of space in the middle. What were they afraid of? Were they afraid that a fist fight would start?
The United Nations Observer Group, composed of Britain, France, Germany, China, Italy and Russia, sat below, and the leader of the group was Secretary-General Boutros Ghali. He came in person. There was no other way. The war between the United States and Mexico had seriously affected the world situation...

The most serious economic crisis and war crisis since World War II have emerged.

As for the war in Africa?

Have you ever seen how tribal wars can affect a country?

When they saw the American representatives coming in, Boutros Ghali and many others stood up to show politeness, and some familiar people even greeted them. Albert Gore responded politely...

But when he saw the Mexicans opposite him, his face darkened. Casare, Goebbels, Kennedy and others sat still, and the subordinates behind them did not stand up either, watching them mockingly.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and everyone seemed to hear the crackling sound in the air.

Secretary-General Boutros-Ghali saw that something was wrong and coughed, "You two, this time we signed the armistice agreement under the witness of the United Nations..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of someone slapping the table.

Snapped!
He was startled and turned his head to see Casare standing up. He was wearing casual clothes, not formal at all. He squinted his eyes and said with a fake smile, "Dear Secretary-General, we, Mexico, have been voted out of the United Nations by you, so are you inviting us to go back in?"

"Second, we certainly agree to sign a ceasefire agreement, but we haven't discussed the requirements yet, so we can't be too confident."

Boutros Ghali's eye twitched...

Mudd!

I've never seen such a lack of diplomatic etiquette.

Civilization, civilization!

What kind of barbarians did the Pacific winds breed?

This barbarian also possesses X-weapons, really...

"Casare, please watch your speech!" Angel was furious.

"What? That's all I have to say. You can listen to it or not. If you don't want to listen, just get out of here. When Wall Street gets bombed, I wonder if some capitalists will turn your dog into a human stick!"

"When the time comes, your old mother will be dragged out to entertain customers, and your wife and children will have their hands and feet cut off and thrown into the streets to beg, hehe!"

It was the first time Angel met Casare, and he was furious at what he said, but he also understood that if he really turned around and left, the people on Wall Street would definitely kill him.

But he still said stiffly, "Nonsense."

"Then you can try it!"

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, and the atmosphere was awkward.

"Casare, for my sake..." the Englishman couldn't help but speak.

"Your face?"

Fatty Ka glanced at him, his eyes showing undisguised disdain, "It's worse than straw paper. Wait until your navy has an aircraft carrier."

The British were so angry that they trembled all over.

Casare actually doesn't know how to negotiate, but he knows that it's just the same gangster way, sitting down to drink tea and talk, and if you don't agree, you overturn the table, and if you agree, it's all good. Do you think that by putting on a suit, you can get away from violence?

Isn’t diplomacy the largest community negotiation?
If you don’t agree, I will beat you!

See who can outlast whom.

In the end, the Americans swallowed their anger and could only comfort themselves by saying that verbal arguments were useless. Albert Gore, Angel and others sat down with gloomy faces.

There was supposed to be a segment where they greeted each other, but... in this situation, still saying hello?

Let’s get straight to the point.

Casare crossed his arms and half raised his head. "We have prepared the conditions. If you agree, there will be no problem."

"We didn't lose on the battlefield..."

An American representative subconsciously refuted when he heard this, but was stopped by Angel. He thought there was no point in saying this now.

You will only be looked down upon even more.

The secretary behind him handed over the prepared documents.

Albert and the other man started watching.

"First, cede New Mexico and Texas to Mexico!"

"Second, compensation of 1600 billion US dollars!"

"Third, open up American ports and divide up concessions for Mexican troops to garrison!"

“Fourth, formally apologize to Mexico on television!”

“Five, deal with the National Guard members who opened fire in Mexico and injured civilians!”

……

There were more than 10 items in total, but when he saw the first one, Albert Gore jumped up and said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Cede New Mexico and Texas? You have such a big appetite. Aren't you afraid of dying of bloating? Let me tell you, if that's the case, we'll have to meet again on the battlefield!"

The UN spectators below were also in an uproar...

You...are really imaginative.

There are many American industrial areas in those two places, accounting for a lot of GDP, and you let them take it? Are you really not afraid that the Americans will fight you to the death?

Casare just folded his hands and said nothing.

Angel's hands were shaking, and he looked at the other party with a gloomy look. "It's useless for Mexico to have these two places. You should also know that these two places have been members of the United States for a long time..."

"Change the agreement. If you keep doing this, there's nothing to talk about. We can't afford this kind of responsibility. You don't really want North America to be turned into ruins by us, right? Don't scare us. If you really want New Mexico and Texas, you can only get them on the ruins."

Casarès narrowed his eyes and exchanged glances with Goebbels and Kennedy.

"That border area goes up 100 kilometers and belongs to Mexico!"

"impossible!"

"You don't agree to this, and you don't agree to that. Do you look down on us? You have no sincerity at all!" Kennedy said dissatisfiedly, slamming the table.

Angel shook his head and refused to cede the land.

The UN Secretary-General also refused to say a word and could only sit down and watch the two sides arguing with each other and bargaining, but it was okay as long as he didn't take any action.

The negotiations lasted until 9 o'clock in the evening, a full twelve hours!
Hawking...

Everyone was exhausted, mainly due to mental stress.

Each of these words represents huge benefits.

But in just twelve hours, we only discussed six of them.

First, the Grande River basin on the border between the two sides belongs to Mexico, as do the upper and lower reservoirs and power generation systems.

Second, the compensation of 600 billion US dollars is actually the least important thing, isn’t it just money?

Third, allow military exchanges between the United States and Mexico, establish a "US-Mexico Mediation Zone" at the port of San Diego, and allow Mexicans to station no more than 600 troops.

Fourth, the United States admitted defeat in the war on television.

Fifth, the soldier who fired the shot will be severely punished.

Sixth, support Mexico’s return to the United Nations!
...

There was a lot of competition over these few points.

But to put it bluntly, the Americans...have really lost face!
Albert Gore's eyes were tired, and so was Angel. He felt exhausted at the thought of arguing for interests tomorrow.

Casare smiled and extended his hand, but the other party did not shake it. He was not embarrassed and just withdrew his hand.

"There is something I need to inform you of."

“Mexico and Cuba will establish the Human Progress Innovation Pact Organization, which will do its utmost to safeguard the legitimate rights and interests of its members, and to conduct national-level crackdowns on global drug, trafficking, and smuggling organizations!”

Casare looked at the other man.

“Not targeting…any person or organization!”

……

(End of this chapter)