Working as a police officer in Mexico

At the time when there was a coup in Iraq.

At the same time in Mexico's National Palace.

Mexico's Supreme Leader Victor Carlos Vieri was meeting with the head and deputy head of the United States negotiation team in his "Office No. 2".

Seeing the two looking so restrained...

Casare couldn't help but laugh, and when a few people looked over, he awkwardly waved his hand, "Sorry, I just thought of a joke."

Cuauhtémoc, standing beside him, slightly twitched his lips. How could he not know what Casare was laughing about...

The head and deputy head sent by the United States were both "internal spies" for Mexico, and they didn't know about each other, a trick the CIA often used in the past.

It could only be said that fortune's wheel turns.

Seeing the two "guests" looking awkward, Victor lightly coughed, "I'm meeting with you privately to hopefully reach a consensus on the United States issue."

Senate Speaker: Charles Grassley and the Central Command Deputy Commander: Admiral Maxwell Therman looked at each other.

The former, feeling conflicted, cautiously said, "The Twelve Treaties are somewhat too outrageous. If we sign them and report back to the United States, we would be killed the moment we got off the plane."

"It can be negotiated. We ask for a sky-high price, and you counteroffer on the spot. Are we really such unreasonable people?" Victor said gently.

We are reasonable people.

After he finished speaking, Casare chimed in, "The Supreme Leader has said more than once that mutual understanding is necessary. We certainly understand your feelings. How about this, we will make a concession on the first item: we can do without Nevada, Utah, Arizona, the western part of Colorado, the southwest part of Wyoming, and the panhandle of Oklahoma!"

Charles Grassley breathed a sigh of relief, but upon hearing the following words, he suddenly couldn't hold it anymore...

"But for California and New Mexico, aside from the land we've occupied, the rest will be leased to us. At a rent of 1 US Dollar for 99 years, Mexico will have the right to levy taxes and station troops there. Additionally, Mexico will send personnel to the United States intelligence agencies to serve as advisors and auditors, and we also want to station troops in Washington D.C. to be able to threaten the White House at any time!"

!!!!

"That's impossible!" Admiral Maxwell Therman directly refused, his tone rather stiff. Though he was a spy, if such treaty terms were reported back, his name would definitely appear in world history!

This would be a notorious infamy for eternity.

"You see, you're getting anxious again..." Victor shook his head, squinting his eyes, "If you're not cooperative in this matter, we would have a hard time, and if worse comes to worst, you can ask Norman Schwartzkopf to send troops to war again."

These words made Admiral Maxwell Therman, as a military man, look troubled.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

After a while, Cuauhtémoc, seated beside, spoke, "You two should also know that the reason Norman Schwartzkopf sent you here was to make you the scapegoats. Regardless of how the negotiations go, when you return, you will be targeted by some extreme organizations, won't you?"

"You're essentially abandoned pawns who've been discarded!"

The truth is always heart-wrenching.

It's like when you tell your wife you're going out to find women, and she says, don't waste that money, hundreds for three seconds is too expensive.

That's the feeling.

Cuauhtémoc looked at their faces, "You actually know it yourself, don't you? Otherwise, why would you join us?"

"And also..."

He said, sitting slightly upright, crossing his hands over his chest, "Mexico can fulfill your ambitions. Mr. Charles, you want to be President, General Maxwell, you want your family to continue and even surpass the current level. None of these are issues; we can help you!"

"Do not doubt our abilities. Perhaps you know that elite organizations like Skull and Bones are planning to overthrow Norman Schwartzkopf, but can you be sure there are no people from us within these organizations?"

Casare's eye twitched slightly...

Why does it feel like there's a subtle sense of bravado?

But what was said was true, once you betray, you shouldn't waver. Acting as a traitor while being indecisive?

That only leads to being trapped from both sides.

Victor quietly watched from the side, shaking his head slightly. He got up, picked up a document from the table, and handed it over, "In the future, Belize will establish a super industrial zone. At that time, investments will exceed 12 billion Riyal. I can decide to give you two each a 1% share."

Upon hearing this, both were astonished. But after looking at the stock transfer agreement on the document, their breath caught, and a trace of greed flashed in their eyes.

This expression didn't escape Cuauhtémoc's and Casare's eyes, and they exchanged a glance, showing some disdain.

Do you think that money is so easy to take?

You are only worthy of a 1% share if you prove useful. If you lose in the future battles, Victor will seize your shares without hesitation. And this super industrial zone, of course, is real, not virtual stocks, covering fields such as automotive, aviation, and petroleum, but it will take at least about five years to be completed.

These five years...

Equivalent to working for free with shares...

The cunningness still lies with Victor.

Who can say no to the benefits of billions of Riyal?

At the very least, neither Charles nor Admiral Maxwell Therman are those kinds of people.

While the two struggled with their expressions, the Deputy Director of the Special Service and personal bodyguard, Rohus Mishi, knocked and entered, "Supreme Leader, Director Augustine Przybylski is here."