Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 617 Hello, I'm fine, we're all undercover agents!

Just as a coup was taking place in Iraq.

At the same time, at the National Palace in Mexico.

Mexican Supreme Leader Victor Carlos Vieri met with the head and deputy head of the US peace delegation in his "Second Office".

Looking at how reserved the two of them were…

Casare couldn't help but laugh out loud. When the others looked over, he quickly waved his hand sheepishly, "Sorry, I was just thinking of a joke."

Kuukmot's lips twitched slightly; how could he not know what Casare was laughing at...?

The US-appointed team leader and deputy team leader were both Mexican "insiders," and neither of them knew the other was aware of it—a trick the CIA used to frequently employ.

It just goes to show that fortunes change.

Seeing that both "guests" looked embarrassed, Victor coughed lightly and said, "I came to you privately because I wanted to reach an agreement on the issue of the United States."

Senate President Charles Grassley and Central Command Vice Commander General Max Welseman exchanged glances.

The former hesitated, then said cautiously, "The Twelfth Treaty is really too outrageous. If we sign it and it gets back to the United States, we'll be beaten to death as soon as we get off the plane."

“We can talk. We’re asking for an exorbitant price, and you can negotiate down to the spot. Do you think we’re unreasonable people?” Victor said gently.

We are reasonable people.

After he finished speaking, Casare chimed in, "The Führer has said more than once that we need to understand each other. Of course we understand your feelings. How about this, we'll both compromise on the first point: we can give up Nevada, Utah, Arizona, western Colorado, southwestern Wyoming, and the Oklahoma Panhandle!"

Charles Grassley breathed a sigh of relief, but upon hearing what followed, he instantly lost his composure…

“But in California and New Mexico, apart from the land we occupy, the rest is leased to us for $1 per 99 years. Mexico has the right to collect taxes and send troops here. In addition, Mexico sends personnel to serve as consultants and auditors in U.S. intelligence agencies, and we want to station troops in Washington, D.C., so that we can threaten the White House at any time!”

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"That's impossible!" General Max Welseman refused outright. His tone was rather harsh. Although he had been a spy, if these terms of the agreement were to be sent back, his name would surely be etched in world history!

This will leave a lasting stain on one's reputation.

“Look, you’re in a hurry again…” Viktor shook his head and squinted. “If you’re not cooperating, it’s going to be difficult for us. If all else fails, you can have Norman Schwarzkopf send more troops to fight.”

These words made General Max Welseman, a soldier, look uneasy.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

After a long pause, Quaukmote, who was sitting next to him, spoke up, "You two should also know that the reason Norman Schwarzkopf sent you here is to make you take the blame. No matter how the negotiations go, when you go back, you will be targeted by some extremist organizations, won't you?"

"You are essentially abandoned pawns!"

The truth always hurts.

It's like when you tell your wife you're going out to find girls and go to prostitutes, and your wife says, "Don't waste that money, hundreds of dollars for three seconds is too expensive."

It is this feeling.

Kuukmote looked at their expressions. "You all know this yourselves, don't you? Otherwise, why would you join us?"

"and…"

He said, sitting up slightly and crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Mexico can fulfill your ambitions. Mr. Charles, you want to be president, and General Maxwell, you want your family to continue or even rise to a higher level. No problem, we can help you with all of that!”

"Don't doubt our capabilities. You may know that elite organizations like Skull and Bones are preparing to overthrow Norman Schwarzkopf, but can you be sure that there aren't any of our people in those organizations?"

Casare's eye twitched slightly...

Why do I feel a slight sense of pretentiousness about this?

But to be honest, he's right. If you've betrayed someone, don't be fickle. You're an internal traitor and you're still wavering?

That would only result in blocking both ends.

Viktor watched quietly from the side, shook his head slightly, got up and picked up a document from the table and handed it over, "Belitez will build a super industrial zone in the future, with an investment of more than 120 billion riyals. I can decide to give you two 1% of the shares each."

Upon hearing this, the two were taken aback, but after glancing at the share transfer agreement in the document, their breath caught in their throats, and a glint of greed flashed in their eyes.

This expression didn't escape the eyes of Kuukmote and Casare; the two exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat disdainful.

Do you think this money is so easy to get?
You are only worthy of a 1% share if you are useful. If you lose in the future struggle, Victor will not hesitate to confiscate your shares. This super industrial zone is real, not a virtual stock. It will cover fields such as automobiles, aviation, and oil, but it will take at least five years to be completed.

These five years...

It's like holding shares and working for free...

Is he cunning or Victor?

Who can say no to this interest of hundreds of millions of riyals?
At least Charles and General Max Welseman are not like that.

Just as the two were struggling with their expressions, Rohus Misch, the deputy director and bodyguard of the Secret Service, knocked on the door and entered. "Your Excellency, Director Augustin Przeučil has arrived."

Viktor raised an eyebrow; someone coming to see him at this hour must have something important to say.

"Please ask him to go to the office next door. Casare and Quaukmote, you two can have a good talk with the two gentlemen first. I have something to attend to. I'm very sorry."

The two Americans quickly stood up. "It's alright, Mr. Yuan, please go ahead with your work."

Viktor smiled and nodded, then walked out.

After he left, Charles breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Casare. "The contract is generally fine, but we need to discuss the minor issues further."

Fatty Ka forced a smile, "Of course."

In the adjacent "Office 1", Viktor met Augustine Prueucci.

"Your Majesty, an hour ago, a mutiny broke out in Iraq. Uday led his soldiers to storm the Babylon Palace in an attempt to kill Saddam and Qusay, but the operation failed, and Uday has been imprisoned!"

"This information came from one of our core members at Babylon Palace, so it's highly reliable!"

Viktor frowned upon hearing this. "Uday rebelled? Why did he rebel?"

"It's said that it's because he believes Kousse stole his position."

Upon hearing this, Viktor's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounded, and he naturally thought of his two sons.

Uday and Qusay are siblings from the same mother and they've reached this point, but Brutus and Caesar have two mothers. Won't they end up fighting to the death?

The struggle for power has always been brutal!

Even such powerful figures as Yilong, Erfeng, Sanzhu, and Sipi made serious mistakes regarding the issue of succession, so Victor doesn't think he has a good choice.

Moreover, don't think that letting them live a peaceful life as "rich men" is enough. When they were Viktor's sons, their political background was extraordinary.

Seeing that the Führer remained silent, Augustine Przeukil, being a perceptive man himself, understood the implications of this news.

Unless both babies are useless, it would be quite a sight if both were capable.

It took Viktor almost two minutes to recover. He nodded to Augustine Prueuccier and asked, "I understand. Does Iraq have nuclear weapons or not?"

"There's no news yet, but we've located a missile base in Anbar province in western Iraq, about 20 meters underground. We're trying to get closer and gather information." This means:
I don't know yet!

Viktor didn't say much, only urging him to hurry. Seeing that the Führer had no further instructions, Augustine Prueuccier left.

Sitting in his chair, Emperor Viktor frowned deeply.

Damn it, why can't I control my lower body?
Now we still have to clean up the mess!
It felt great at the time, but now... I'm racking my brains trying to figure it out.

Belsaria is no ordinary person, and Krista Schroeder is no ordinary person either; there's more to come.

Viktor kept the matter to himself, washed his face in the office restroom, and forced himself to rush back to Office 2, where Casare and the others were chatting happily.

Upon seeing him arrive, Charles Grassley proactively said, "Sir, perhaps we can announce the Peace Treaty in the news tomorrow."

Viktor raised an eyebrow and glanced at Kuukmoth, who nodded slightly, indicating that an agreement had been reached.

“Very good, don’t worry, buddy, your dream is absolutely fine, we guarantee to support you!” He said happily, patting Charles Grassley on the shoulder.

The other person was laughing heartily too…

Sorry Norman Schwarzkopf and Walker, Viktor gave us too much!

"Cheers to our future friendship." Casare raised his glass, and the group clinked glasses.

"cheers!!"

It was around 1 a.m. the next day when we left the National Palace.

Mexico City was still brightly lit.

Armed police officers and night owl pedestrians can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Speaker Charles Grassley, slightly tipsy, stared blankly outside, lost in thought...

"Has it been a long time since we've seen a scene like this?" General Max Welseman suddenly asked.

Charles glanced back at him, snorted, and sighed, "America's fate has veered towards Mexico!"

"Hmph, it's gone astray. It went astray a long time ago. When Clinton was in office, it caused widespread resentment and anger. The people have long since lost their minds..." The old general grumbled, relentlessly criticizing the politicians' incompetence.

Charles didn't refute him. That's just how the old man is. He'll naturally shut up when he gets tired of talking. Sure enough, seeing that he was being ignored, Max Welshman stopped rambling and said with a sad look on his face, "America... is gone. We are all sinners."

sinner?!
Charles frowned upon hearing this word.

Traitors don't see themselves as traitors; Wang Yidao even thinks he's saving the country.

"Why didn't you think so much when you signed the shareholding agreement?" he retorted bluntly.

The old general wasn't angry at all. He looked at him and said, "I just want a way out."

I'm just afraid of dying...

It sounds very high-sounding.

inability!!!

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On August 16, two pieces of news shocked the world.

First, Saddam's eldest son, Uday, rebelled and was suppressed! This news was proactively revealed by a person in charge of Mexican intelligence. According to the insider, Uday was dissatisfied with Saddam's excessive favoritism towards his younger brother, and took a risk by summoning Qusay to the Babylon Palace in his father's name in an attempt to kill him, but he failed and was imprisoned.

The news broke at 9:00 AM...

Saddam and Uday lost face badly; one was betrayed by his own son, and the other was a loser.

It's causing quite a stir online.

Chinese netizen: "Uday: Your Majesty, how can a prince serve for 20 years?"

"Idiot, someone like him doesn't even deserve to rebel. Who does he think he is? Is he Li Chengqian or Liu Ju? He even wants to implement the Xuanwu Gate Inheritance Law?"

"I think he is none other than Shi Xuan, the crown prince of Later Zhao! Cruel, stupid, and inhuman!"

...

Most countries in Asia, Africa, and Latin America are just watching the show, but many countries in the Middle East are genuinely relieved. Uday was dismissed and replaced by Koussa, who at least won't be constantly cursing each other in diplomatic settings.

The second thing happened at 15 PM.

The United States and Mexico signed the Twelve Treaties of Mexico in Mexico City!

The first point alone made the pro-American faction dizzy.

"The United States leased California and New Mexico for $1 for 99 years, with both sides sharing taxes, but the troops stationed there are Mexican troops!"

The original plan to send personnel to serve as consultants and auditors for U.S. intelligence agencies and to station troops in Washington, D.C., was rejected.

Charles and Max Weltman really didn't dare to agree to these two conditions; they were both in tears, and they really didn't dare to sign them.

If troops were stationed in Washington, the United States would truly be doomed.

To make things a little easier for the country, they even "reasoned" and demanded that the tax revenue of the "two states" be split equally. Of course, the person in charge of the audit is Mexican, so whether you give it to them or not is up to you. If you withhold it, there's nothing I can do. It's just to make it sound better.

The first one is already explosive enough; the next eleven are enough to make your head spin.

Recognize Texas and other countries as independent nations!
This officially marked the beginning of the division within the United States.

Pay 5 trillion in war reparations!

Even a money printing machine couldn't print that fast.

When this news reached the United States, it immediately caused an uproar.

The extremist group Oath Keepers has announced that it does not recognize the treaty and will defend California to the death!
The white supremacist group Terrorgram declared: "We will randomly kill people of color!!!! This is all hatred brought by Mexico!"

Meanwhile, the New Mexico gang "Proud Boys" called on everyone to take up arms and resist the invasion, saying that the United States could not be relied on and that they could only rely on themselves!
On August 17, a strike occurred in Washington, D.C., with more than 8 people marching and demonstrating, demanding that the United States stop selling out its country!

The American delegation was so frightened that they dared not return and stayed in Mexico for two days.

On August 18, Walker Bush, son of former US President George H.W. Bush, made a statement saying that the United States is a free country and does not welcome Mexicans!

On the same day, ambitious figures such as the Roosevelt family, the Adams family, and the Kennedy family all announced on their respective turf that they "do not recognize the Treaty of Mexico and demand the resignation of Norman Schwarzkopf."

On August 20th, California's four major families—the Getty, Newsom, Brown, and Pelosi families—announced that they had purchased all the weapons in the state, and that residents could collect them voluntarily from gun shops, supermarkets, and neighborhood corners as a form of resistance against the "invasion"!

These Californians have their roots here, so of course they won't give up so easily. When San Diego was occupied, we tolerated it and things were peaceful, but if you want the whole of California, that's going too far. If you go too far, we won't be happy.

The four major families quickly mobilized their 4000 subordinate "California militia" members to a state of alert, and they began to loudly appeal through the radio:
"Arise, Americans who refuse to make an effort! The government has abandoned us. We must save ourselves! Fight the invaders with our own weapons and send them packing!"

By the end of August 1993, the "Twelve Mexican Treaties" had gradually divided the control of the US government among local powerful families and clans!
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(End of this chapter)