Chapter 1345： Ceasefire?

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Wasteland, Mexico, Mexico City.

Mexico is a very interesting country. It used to be a Spanish-controlled country. Its national strength is not too bad. If you run it well, it is also the foundation of a big country. When there were only thirteen states in the United States, Mexico was quite well mixed.

But because it was too comfortable, the life was too pleasant, and the aggressive Mexico was pressed by the old beauty that was always expanding in the north. There is no day for this frustration. In the eyes of Mexicans, being a little brother to Americans is a natural thing.

Now President Diego, who rules Mexico, is Enclave's puppet. He turned into a zombie, and it was able to secure his position completely with the support of his master.

Dave, the financial adviser of the Aurora Corps, has been telling various stories of zombies presidents to the Interior Minister Raymond, since the beginning of the plane. This short Jew was very good at telling jokes, but Raymond, the listener, was very thoughtful and expressionless.

"We were sent off like a beggar." From the Mexico City International Airport, Raymond didn't see any greeted teams. In the empty airport hall, there was only a black-faced Mexican driver holding a cardboard with the words 'Aurora Corps, Mr. Raymond' crookedly written on the cardboard.

There are more than a dozen people in Raymond's negotiating team, and an ordinary taxi will definitely not be able to sit. But the big airport couldn't find another taxi, and finally had to rely on Dave to contact the Enclave staff in Mexico City to solve this problem.

After getting on the car, the old Dave talked hotly with the Mexican driver. Raymond, the negotiator, has been silent. He looked at the noisy Dave and felt that the old man was a strange man.

Dave is an authentic Jewish vampire who is a banker from Inkley. He ran to the Aurora Army to build a copy of the 'Fed', but the head of the army did not trust him at all.

Distrust is distrust. The head of the army actually appointed him as a financial adviser to the Ministry of the Interior, and the old man accepted the appointment cheekily.

Lena Fox had vehemently opposed the appointment, but Dave's financial talent was truly breathtaking. His job is to plug the Legion's banks to prevent various financial frauds and financial crises, both of which were the oldest tricks of the old man.

"The head of the army is really eclectic. As long as he has the talent, he dares to use it." Raymond secretly said. For the legion that relies heavily on commerce, Dave played a very important role in the soundness of the financial system and the survival of the strong relationship itself.

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

Driven to Mexico City, Raymond submitted the willingness to negotiate to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Mexico, 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 and food and drink. He ran three times a day toward the Mexican Foreign Ministry, but those Mexicans were so eye-opening that they went to work at eleven and no one was seen at fourteen.

The entire negotiating team was trapped in the hotel for two days, and Raymond was doing nothing in front of the hotel window during these two days. Out of the window, Mexico City has experienced chaos for more than two years, and order has not been restored so far. The sound of gunfire can be heard at any time.

"Raymond, should we go directly to the presidential palace to try?" Old Dave walked into Raymond's room and complained loudly: "I can't stand the Mexicans here. I asked the hotel to send someone yesterday. To clear the toilet, they promised verbally, but they didn't do it.

The toilet in my room was always blocked and I couldn't even go to the toilet. This hotel is terrible, the city is terrible, and the country is terrible. I'm starting to miss Havana, at least people in Havana work efficiently. "

"Maybe you should tip." Raymond ignored Dave's previous suggestion and didn't respond.

Old Dave rolled his eyelids. "I've given it three times, once more than once. You need to understand that I can never solve problems that can be solved with money."

The discussion ended and the room fell silent for a moment. Dave realized that Raymond didn't want to speak, and could only leave politely. Just before he stepped out of the room, a negotiator of the negotiating team suddenly rushed in and shouted, "The Mexicans came to us."

"What?" Both Raymond and Dave were startled. They were air-dried for two days, and the Mexicans were very unreasonable.

The entourage shouted, "The Mexicans didn't know where we lived, so they sent troops to look around. In order to find us, they turned the streets around."

Standing in front of the window, Raymond found the Mexican soldiers scrambling around the street. He thought it was a daily commotion, but he knew he was looking for them.

Old Dave quickly responded, "There must have been a reversal. Those Mexicans don't want to delay. At this time we should calm down and contact Havana first."

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

Dave didn't realize that there was anything wrong with it, so he accompanied Raymond out of the room to the hotel lobby. As a result, before they went out, a team of Mexican soldiers found them on the stairs, followed them, and took them together with the entire negotiating team.

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

Both Raymond and Dave were embarrassed at each other, but now the fool knows that the situation has changed ~ www.novelhall.com ~ At the presidential palace, the two were pushed through a corridor and escorted to A large office entrance.

The promenade is paved with thick carpets, and on both sides are various valuable decorative paintings and furnishings. The crystal lights on the ceiling project the indifferent light, and a group of old-fashioned soldiers stands beside the luxurious gate. It's pure.

The two stopped in front of the gate, and a guard entered the gate to inform them after verifying their identity. Facing the soldiers around him, Dave whispered a little nervously: "Should we not meet with any zombie president directly?"

As soon as the voice fell, the Atsugi gate opened as a whole. Behind the gate was an empty room. An oversized desk was placed in the middle of the room. A man in a hooded robe with a dark face was sitting behind the desk. A strange woman stood beside him.

Raymond and Dave were pushed into the room, and the hooded weird in front of them slowly raised their heads to reveal the scary skinny faces. The weird opened his dry lips and said in a husky, low-pitched voice: "Two, I think you should know who I am, and I'm different from you nonsense.

I agree with your wish for peace and you can sign a short-term ceasefire. But you must stop military operations against us immediately and stop now! "

More than a dozen members of the negotiating team brought by Raymond were also pushed into this empty and cold office, and even their luggage and radio were sent over.

Under gun pressure, no one can resist such a serious violation of diplomatic norms. Even the often troubled old Dave closed his mouth, and Raymond asked the entourage to start the radio to contact Havana.

It was only after the radio contacted that the entourage who received the message said with a poor expression: "Miss Fox said that the legion has automatically completed the cease-fire. Let us talk to President Diego about something else."