Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 598 If you don’t cooperate, there are plenty of people who will!
June 7, 9pm.

One after another, Airbus A330 flew through the dark clouds and entered the Mexican airspace with flashing lights.

The pilot received a call invitation:
"This is the First Flying Squadron of the Northern Theater of Operations in Mexico. I am Captain Gerhard Buckhorn. I am here to escort you by order of the National Palace. Welcome Minister Malcolm Rifkind!"

The Airbus A330 pilot picked up the intercom, said a few words of thanks, and then hung up, signaling the co-pilot to tell his superiors.

On board the plane was British Defense Secretary Malcolm Rifkind, a British Conservative politician and MP for Kensington. He served as a minister in the cabinets of Prime Ministers Margaret Thatcher and John Major, including as Secretary of State for Scotland, and was a very mature politician.

He was wearing glasses and reading a newspaper when he saw the maintenance officer jogging over and relaying the words of the Mexican Air Force to him.

He nodded slightly, not paying attention. Suddenly, he heard a sound coming from outside the window. He turned his head and saw two fighter jets flying next to him. The sharp edges and geometric lines of the fuselage brought a sense of "American weapon beauty" visually!

"Is this the F22?" Malcolm Rifkind turned and asked the entourage next to him.

There were many powerful people who came with him, and their military ranks were all generals. In addition, there were also agents from the British Army Intelligence Agency. Upon hearing this, all of them stood up and lay down beside him to observe closely.

"It's the F22, the world's first fifth-generation stealth fighter. It performed very well in the US-Mexico conflict, shooting down 21 F16s and 7 F14s of the US military without any casualties."

A middle-aged man with the rank of lieutenant general said in a deep voice that he was Permanent Under-Secretary Ophir Chamberlain, who was responsible for daily administrative management and policy implementation, and was also one of the advisers to the Secretary of Defense.

“Does the UK have this technology?”

A woman standing at the back spoke softly, and everyone looked over at once, startling the others. This was a female entrepreneur. Malcolm Rifkind brought with him about 30 influential people from various industries, including agriculture, aviation and other fields. Mexico, with a population of 2 million, is definitely a huge market.

What the female entrepreneur saw on the faces of these men was dejection.

She immediately understood that Britain could not produce fighter jets of this level.

"We don't know where they got the equipment from. The CIA can't find out. It's like aliens suddenly appeared." Tahar Boggs said solemnly beside him. He is the director of the Intelligence Bureau. He glanced at the defense minister next to him, hesitated for a moment and said, "According to our speculation, this is not their most powerful weapon."

"???"

Malcolm Rifkind's pupils shrank, and he turned his head to look at him, which immediately silenced him. Finally, he looked at F22, sighed deeply, and spoke slowly:
"The royal family is unhappy that Belize has been occupied by Mexico, and Her Majesty the Queen hopes to get Belize back."

No one else on the plane dared to speak when they heard this.

This is…

Have you eaten too much NoobaX?

What courage gave her to say such a thing?

At this moment, the maintenance personnel came to inform everyone to prepare for landing, and everyone went back to their positions, but they were not in a good mood. The F22 made them see the gap!

Woo woo woo—

The Airbus A330 descended slowly and encountered some turbulence due to the air currents.

Defense Secretary Malcolm Rifkind held his hands tightly at both sides, closed his eyes, and prayed softly. He seemed to be afraid of heights.

About forty minutes later, the plane landed smoothly on the runway and taxied for a long time, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Still lucky...

Run until at least there is no long wall.

Under the command of the ground crew, the plane slid to the designated location, the cabin door slowly opened, and the students in school uniforms below began to jump and wave their hands.

Malcolm Rifkind stood at the door and waved to the people below with a smile. He took a deep breath and the air quality was not bad. He walked down slowly holding the railing. Two children, a boy and a girl, about ten years old, came over with flowers and said in fluent English, "Welcome to Mexico."

The Defense Minister smiled and happily hugged and kissed the two of them under the spotlight of reporters.

The two children were named McClure and Felixna, one was the son of Quaukmot and the other was the sister of Casare.

You think...

Can anyone offer flowers?
Defense Secretary Kennedy was present in person to greet Malcolm Rifkind. He extended his hand and shook hands with him firmly. Reporters recorded this scene.

This should be considered a historical scene.

After all, Britain has said more than once that it would impose sanctions on Mexico, and has used NATO to intimidate Mexico. After Belize was occupied, it even threatened to send troops. Well... it has been a long time since it threatened to do so, but the troops have not moved yet.

"This is Lieutenant General Eduard Fritz Blomberg, Deputy Chief of the General Staff."

"This is Colonel-General Higmut List, Chief of the Army!"

...

Kennedy introduced people to him, and Malcolm Rifkind shook hands with each one of them, his face frozen with smile, but there was nothing he could do because that was the diplomatic etiquette. Even after "Tagore" came to power, he still had to wear a suit.

After staying at the airport for about ten minutes, the group got in the car and drove towards the National Palace.

This airport is Mexico-Victor International Airport, not far from the city center. As soon as I got out, I saw a building in the distance flashing lights with a welcome message, "Warmly welcome the European Defense Minister to Mexico!"

Police cars led the way, and when tourists or residents strolling on the night street saw the convoy stop, some of them waved.

Kennedy sat face to face with Malcolm Rifkind, who kept praising the prosperity of Mexico City.

“I see London here.”

Kennedy smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment. We still have a lot to improve. Britain is an important country in the world. World peace needs you. We are also working hard to learn from you."

Malcolm Rifkind's expression moved. He could hear the subtext in it, as if the relationship between the two sides could be closer.

"Our head of state also has high hopes for the European market, but unfortunately, there is too much American capital in Europe, which is very unfavorable for your development. Our agency once gave us a report that the largest party in Italy is not the ruling party, but the Mafia. They are spread across all industries in Italy, and they were all founded by people who came from the United States after World War II. This surprised us." Kennedy secretly laughed at Italy.

This…

It’s actually politically correct!

Europe generally discriminates against Italy, especially the British, who curse: "You are an Italian from our side!"

There is a British movie called "A Room with a View", which tells the story of two wealthy young people from the British Empire who fall in love at first sight while traveling in Italy, and finally become parents. Although the Italy in the movie is beautiful, it is poor and backward. Italians are either cooks or coachmen, and men are generally idle and have no proper jobs. Apart from talking about love, they talk about love. The whole movie is like young people from Shanghai/Beijing going to Lijiang to show off and have sex.

I also watched a British TV series called The Thin Blue Line. In the TV series, a British policeman said this to a gangster: "Your behavior has tarnished the reputation of Britain, or even worse, turned it into Italy!"

All this is also related to Italy’s cowardly behavior during World War II.

Malcolm Rifkind groaned for a moment, then glanced at Kennedy from the corner of his eye. "We are also promoting the birth of the European Union. We hope... to be more autonomous."

Kennedy leaned forward. "You are the first European defense minister to arrive. The Fuhrer will meet with you in his office."

The latter nodded slightly...

It was almost ten o'clock, and Victor still met with me, which meant that there were some things he wanted to discuss and decide before the defense ministers of other European countries arrived.

Malcolm Rifkind was a little nervous about meeting the "North American Tycoon". To be frank, Victor is now the world's traffic giant. Many people say that he overturned the world order and plunged the United States into civil strife. This seems ridiculous, but the CIA report shows that Mexico is deeply involved.

Even the other party has distribution in the UK.

Half past ten in the evening.

The motorcade arrived at the National Palace. The ceremonial guards in military uniforms helped open the door. Malcolm Rifkind thanked them and saw Victor standing at the door. He trotted over, stretched out his hands, and smiled, "Good evening, Mr. President."

Victor looked at Malcolm Rifkind, who was shorter than him and had a smile on his face. Of course, he was not flattering, but rather anxious. He suddenly thought of a saying by the famous Prussian general Bismarck: "I believe that the world's major problems cannot be changed by parliament or debate, or by the words of the majority. Any problem in the world can only be changed by iron and blood. The truth is always only within the range of cannons!"

A weak country has no diplomacy!

Victor patted his hands and gently asked him if the journey was smooth, if the queen was well, etc.

A 32-year-old head of state comforted a 60-year-old politician as if he was taking care of a child.

The two walked in side by side. The British man behind them knew that they had important matters to discuss, so he only brought a female translator with him. The others were kindly invited to have a midnight snack nearby.

in the office.

Rochus Misch, the deputy director of the Secret Service and a personal guard, stood at the door, while Casare sat in a chair next to Victor.

Victor stood up and handed him a cigar. Malcolm Rifkind was about to wave his hand to refuse when he saw him smiling and saying, "It's your favorite Romeo y Julieta Churchill series cigar."

The latter paused, his expression changed slightly, but he still stood up and took the cigar.

He was actually a little stunned and horrified in his heart. Victor could talk about his hobbies casually, which meant that the other party had observed and collected many of his little habits in life. This made him a little nervous. After all, the feeling of being stared at was really uncomfortable.

But he is a politician, so he just pretends he doesn't know.

"I am so eager to meet you because I want to discuss something with you."

The female translator next to him whispered in Malcolm's ear.

Victor took a look. The other person was wearing a black low-cut dress with her hair tied up. She looked very capable, her brown eyes were somewhat attractive, and most importantly... her breasts were really white and big.

But he only glanced at her and then looked away. Women are the spice of power, and now, he is sharing the power!
After the translation was finished, Malcolm Rifkind nodded slightly and raised his hand, "Go ahead."

"The United States has fallen, and Britain lacks a stronger backer in Europe. Mexico is willing to help you, as long as you allow us to join the European Union."

Malcolm Rifkind listened and frowned. "Mr. President, Britain is unique in Europe and no one can replace it. The United States is not Britain's backer. Moreover, this word is discriminatory and insulting."

The British look down on the United States for historical reasons.

Do you think the eldest son can look down on the illegitimate son?
Can Yuan Shu look down on Yuan Shao?
Victor just smiled and didn't argue with him verbally, so the British were left with only words. The Falklands War had exposed their underwear, and Thatcher's "shocking fall" made everyone see that this old imperialist was a soft persimmon.

That aircraft carrier was bombed by Mexico!
Now that we have lost our hegemony at sea and our military is even more incompetent on land, don’t talk so tough!

Why are there the titles of "Top Three Regulars" and "Bottom Two Regulars"? Isn't it because they think you are embarrassed?

Victor pulled at his clothes, and Casare beside him immediately understood. He smiled, and the flesh on his face trembled. "Then we are allies. Britain needs us, and the French have also approached us, but we actually think that the British are better."

Malcolm Rifkind's originally wrinkled brows instantly twisted into a "twisted knot".

Casare's words were very clear. If you don't agree, I will go to France. You don't have a good relationship with France. If France gets involved with us, I think you British will become second-rate in Europe!
Malcolm felt a sense of shame in his heart. He felt that the British were looked down upon.

"France asked us to station troops in Europe," Victor said calmly, "They want Haiti, and they want a piece of land in North America."

! ! ! !
Troops stationed in Europe?

Made…

Mexicans march westward?

Is that okay?

Leaving America and welcoming Mexico? Impossible?
Malcolm Rifkind was about to refute, thinking that this was nonsense, but then he thought it did not seem impossible. That was France, and they were afraid that they would surrender too slowly.

This made him feel betrayed, but he still doubted that Victor was bluffing him.

"The number of seats in the European Union is not decided by me alone; it requires the votes of the member states of the community."

He thought the other party would argue, but who knew Victor would actually nod his head "considerately", "I know, I'm not very willing to join the European Union, after all, the Human Rights Union is not bad, but I think as a global drug control advocate, I think I should set an example."

People's Union?

What kind of stuff is that? Can it be compared with the EU?

Malcolm Rifkind muttered to himself, he really looked down on Venezuela and other countries, with poor domestic security, underdeveloped economy and almost no infrastructure, what's the point of joining? Come on!

And if Mexico joins the EU, then... that would be really interesting.

As for the global drug control advocacy country mentioned in the speech, this is also one of the main topics that Malcolm Rifkind attended the conference.

Mexico proposed, “Establish a global anti-drug enforcement agency to eliminate drug traffickers!”

He uses destruction, not attack...

He also knew that another purpose of this visit was to form an alliance to carry out a sweep of Medellin.

“I will convey this to the Prime Minister.”

Malcolm Rifkind thought about it and decided to let them figure it out on their own.

"Of course, our friendship has stood the test of time."

Victor nodded and changed the subject, "Then may I ask, how many troops will Britain send to eliminate Medellin?"

"We will deploy 1300 people from the British Special Air Service and Special Boat Service!"

Oh open!

Casare, who was standing next to him, was also shocked when he heard this.

He glanced at the boss next to him and kept his mouth shut.

Who in the world doesn't know these two regiments? Especially the former, which is the SAS, unlike the SEALs who are overly "hyped" and are already world-famous!
Victor also looked at him in surprise and nodded with satisfaction, "Justice will eventually kill darkness!"

"I am glad that Britain is still on the side of justice!"

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(End of this chapter)