Chapter 1345 Ceasefire?

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Wasteland, Mexico, Mexico City.

Mexico is a very interesting country. It used to be a country controlled by the Spaniards, and its national strength is not too bad. If it is managed well, it is also the foundation of a big country. When there were only thirteen states in the United States, Mexico was doing pretty well.

But it is also because of being too comfortable and living too comfortably that Mexico, which has lost its aggressiveness, is pressed to the ground by the old beauty in the north that is always expanding. There will be no future in this slump. From the perspective of Mexicans, it is only natural to be a younger brother to Americans.

President Diego, who now rules Mexico, is the Enclave's puppet. It has become a zombie and can only secure its position with the support of its master. Otherwise, who would like such a ghostly guy as their boss?

From the moment he got off the plane, Dave, the financial advisor of the Aurora Corps, has been telling the undersecretary of the Ministry of the Interior, Raymond, stories about various zombie presidents. The short Jew was good at telling jokes, but Raymond, who was the audience, was preoccupied and expressionless.

"We were sent away like beggars." Coming out of Mexico City International Airport, Raymond didn't see any welcoming team. In the empty pick-up hall, there was only a black-faced Mexican driver holding a cardboard with the words "Aurora Legion, Mr. Raymond" written crookedly on the cardboard.

Raymond's negotiating team has more than a dozen people, and an ordinary taxi will definitely not be able to fit it. But there were no other taxis in such a huge airport, and Dave had to come forward to contact the Enclave staff in Mexico City to solve the problem.

After getting in the car, old man Dave actually had a hot chat with the Mexican driver. As the negotiator, Raymond remained silent. He looked at the noisy Dave and felt that the old man was a strange person.

Dave is a banker from Enclave, an authentic Jewish vampire. He went to the Aurora Legion to build a replica of the "Federal Reserve", but the leader of the legion didn't trust him at all.

But don't trust him, don't trust him, the head of the legion actually appointed him as the financial advisor of the Ministry of the Interior, and the old man accepted the appointment with the cheek.

Lena Fox had strongly opposed this appointment, but old man Dave's financial talent is indeed breathtaking. His job is to plug the leaks of the Legion's bank and prevent various financial frauds and financial crises, both of which are the old man's best tricks.

"The head of the legion is really eclectic in employing people. As long as he has talent, he dares to use anyone." Raymond thought to himself. For the legion that relies heavily on commerce, the soundness and strength of the financial system are related to its own survival, and Dave has played a very important role in it.

It's just that the business environment is more related to business and trade. The legion facing the threat of war will obviously scare all businessmen away. Raymond knew very well that a legion without material circulation would not last long.

After driving to Mexico City, Raymond submitted his negotiating intentions to the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then..., there was no news.

No one cares, no one cares, no one cares, Raymond's negotiating team even has to solve the problem of accommodation, food and drink by itself. He ran to the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs three times a day, but those Mexicans were eye-opening-go to work at eleven, and there was no one to see at fourteen.

The entire negotiating team was trapped in the hotel for two days, and Raymond spent the two days doing nothing by the window of the hotel. Mexico City outside the window has experienced chaos for more than two years, and order has not been restored until now, and gunshots can be heard at any time.

"Raymond, should we go directly to the presidential palace?" Dave old man walked into Raymond's room, and he complained loudly: "I really can't stand the Mexicans here, I asked the hotel to send someone yesterday To unclog the toilet, they promised very well verbally, but they just didn't do it.

The toilet in my room was clogged all the time, I couldn't even use the toilet. The hotel is terrible, the city is terrible, and the country is terrible. I'm starting to miss Havana,

At least the people in Havana are productive. "

"Maybe you should tip." Raymond ignored Dave's previous suggestion and did not reply.

Old man Dave rolled his eyes, "I've given it three times, and each time is more than once. You have to understand that I'm never stingy with problems that can be solved with money."

The discussion ended, and the room fell silent for a while. Dave noticed that Raymond didn't want to talk, so he could only leave politely. Just before he could leave the room, a member of the negotiating team rushed in and shouted, "Those Mexicans came to us on their own initiative."

"What?" Both Raymond and Dave were surprised. They were left in the air for two days, and the Mexican's arrogance seemed unreasonable.

The attache then shouted: "Those Mexicans don't know where we live, so they sent troops to look everywhere. They searched the surrounding streets to find us."

Standing in front of the window, Raymond had already noticed the Mexican soldiers running around on the street. He thought it was a daily commotion, but he didn't know that he was actually looking for them as a negotiating group.

Old man Dave quickly realized, "There must be a reversal, those Mexicans don't want to delay. At this time, we should calm down and contact Havana first."

Raymond stood there for two or three seconds, and said to the attendant who rushed in: "We really need to contact Havana to ask what happened? But I still want to meet the Mexicans and hear what they want to do?"

Dave didn't think there was anything wrong with this, so he accompanied Raymond out of the room to the hotel lobby. As a result, before they could go out, a group of Mexican soldiers found them on the stairs, followed by swarming up and took away the two of them and the entire negotiating team.

Get in the car, start it, go straight to..., the presidential palace.

The coerced Raymond and Dave looked at each other a little bit, but now the fool also knows that the situation has changed. When they arrived at the presidential palace, the two were pushed and shoved through a long corridor and escorted to the door of a large office.

The promenade is covered with thick carpets, with various valuable decorative paintings and decorations on both sides, the crystal lamp on the ceiling casts a cold light, and there is a group of soldiers with old-fashioned faces standing beside the luxurious gate, which makes people wonder of awe.

The two stopped in front of the gate, and a guard verified their identities and entered the gate to report. Facing the soldiers who were staring at him around him, old man Dave whispered nervously, "Should we not directly meet some zombie president?"

As soon as the voice fell, the thick wooden door opened as a whole. Behind the door is an empty room, an oversized desk is placed in the middle of the room, a man wearing a hooded robe and a dark face sits behind the desk. Beside him stood a strange woman.

Raymond and Dave were pushed into the room, and the hooded man in front of them slowly raised his head, revealing a skinny and terrifying face. The strange man opened his shriveled lips, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "You two, I think you should know who I am, and I won't talk nonsense to you.

I agree with your peace prayers that a short term ceasefire can be signed. But you must immediately stop your military actions against us, stop now! "

The dozen or so negotiating team attachés brought by Raymond were also pushed into this empty and cold office, and all their luggage and radio stations were sent over.

At gunpoint, no one could resist such a grave breach of diplomatic norms. Even old man Dave, who was always troublesome, kept his mouth shut, and Raymond asked his entourage to activate the radio to contact Havana.

But after the radio contact, the attendant who received the message said with a pitiful expression: "Miss Fox said that the Legion has automatically completed the ceasefire, let's talk to President Diego about something else."