Mexico is a very interesting country. It was once a country controlled by the Spanish. Its national strength is not too bad. If it is run well, it will be the foundation of a big country. When the United States only had 13 states, Mexico was already doing quite well.
But just because it was too comfortable and its life was too comfortable, Mexico, which had lost its enterprising spirit, was pinned to the ground by the expanding United States in the north. After this slump, there was no future for the United States. In the eyes of the Mexicans, the United States
It is natural for people to be younger brothers.
President Diego, who currently rules Mexico, is the puppet of the Enclave. After turning into a zombie, it relies entirely on the support of its master to secure its position. Otherwise, who would like such a ghost-like guy to be their boss?
From the moment he got off the plane, Aurora Legion's financial adviser Dave has been telling various short stories about zombie presidents to Raymond, the undersecretary of the interior. This short Jew is good at telling jokes, but as an audience, Raymond
He was worried and expressionless.
"We were sent away like beggars." Coming out of the Mexico City International Airport, Raymond did not see any greeting team. In the empty pick-up hall, there was only a black-faced Mexican driver holding a cardboard with crooked writing on it.
The words 'Aurora Legion, Mr. Raymond'.
Raymond's negotiating team consisted of more than a dozen people, and an ordinary taxi would definitely not be able to fit in it. However, there was no other taxi available at such a huge airport, and in the end, Dave had to rely on him to contact the Enclave stationed in Mexico City.
It took the staff to solve the problem.
After getting in the car, the old man Dave actually had a lively chat with the Mexican driver. Raymond, as the negotiator, remained silent. He looked at the noisy Dave and thought that the old man was a strange person.
Dave is a banker from the Enclave and an authentic Jewish vampire. He came to the Aurora Legion to build a replica of the "Fed", but the Legion commander didn't trust him at all.
But because he didn't trust him, the army commander actually appointed him as the financial adviser to the Ministry of the Interior, and the old man accepted the appointment shamelessly.
Lena Fox once strongly opposed this appointment, but old man Dave's financial talent is truly amazing. His job is to plug leaks in the Legion's bank and prevent various financial frauds and financial crises.
Originally it was the old man's best show.
"The legion commander is really eclectic in hiring 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, Dave
played a very important role in it.
But what has more to do with commerce is the business environment. A legion facing the threat of war will obviously scare away all merchants. Raymond understands very well that a legion without material circulation cannot survive for long.
After driving to Mexico City, Raymond submitted his willingness to negotiate to the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then... there was no news.
No one cares, no one cares, no one cares, Raymond's negotiation team even has to solve the problems of accommodation, food and drink by themselves. He ran to the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs three times a day, but the Mexicans were so unorganized that it was eye-opening -
- Go to work at eleven o'clock, and there will be no one around at fourteen o'clock.
The entire negotiating team was trapped in the hotel for two days. Raymond spent these two days doing nothing but facing the hotel window. Mexico City outside the window has experienced more than two years of chaos, and order has not yet been restored. The sound of shootings You can hear it at any time.
"Raymond, should we go directly to the Presidential Palace and try?" Old Dave walked into Raymond's room. He complained loudly: "I really can't stand the Mexicans here. I asked the hotel to send someone yesterday. They promised verbally to unclog the toilet, but they didn't take action.
The toilet in my room was always clogged and I couldn't even go to the bathroom. This hotel sucks, this city sucks, and this country sucks. I'm starting to miss Havana, at least in Havana The people work very efficiently.”
"Maybe you should give a tip." Raymond ignored Dave's previous suggestion and did not reply.
Old Dave rolled his eyelids and said, "I have given it three times, more and more each time. You have to understand that I am never stingy when it comes to problems that can be solved with money."
After the discussion ended, the room fell silent for a moment. Dave noticed that Raymond didn't want to talk, so he could only politely say goodbye and leave. But before he could leave the room, an attaché from the negotiating team suddenly rushed in and shouted: "Those Mexicans took the initiative Looking for us."
"What?" Raymond and Dave were both shocked. They were left alone for two days, and the Mexican's arrogance seemed unreasonable.
The attaché then shouted loudly: "Those Mexicans didn't know where we lived at all, so they sent troops to look for us everywhere. In order to find us, they searched the surrounding streets."
Standing in front of the window, Raymond had already noticed 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 their negotiating team.
Old Dave quickly reacted, "Something must have reversed, and those Mexicans don't want to delay. At this time, we should calm down and contact Havana first."
Raymond stood stunned 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 see 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 and headed to the hotel lobby. As a result, before they could walk out, a group of Mexican soldiers found them on the stairs and swarmed them up and killed them both. The negotiating team was all taken away.
Get in the car, start it, and go straight to..., the Presidential Palace.
Raymond and Dave, who were being held hostage, both looked at each other a little bit, but now the fool also knew that the situation had changed. When they arrived at the Presidential Palace, they were pushed and shoved through a long corridor and escorted to the door of a large office. .
The corridor is covered with thick carpets, with various valuable decorative paintings and furnishings on both sides. The crystal lamps on the ceiling cast a cold light, and there is a group of soldiers with old-fashioned faces standing beside the luxurious door. So solemn.
The two stopped in front of the gate. A guard verified their identities and entered the gate to report. Facing the eagerly watching soldiers around him, old man Dave whispered nervously: "Should we directly meet the zombie president? Bar?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the thick wooden door opened. Behind the door was an empty room. An oversized desk was placed in the middle of the room. A man wearing a hooded robe and a gloomy face sat behind the desk. Standing next to him was a strange man. woman.
Raymond and Dave were pushed into the room, and the hooded monster in front of them slowly raised his head, revealing a terrifying face of skin and bones. The weirdo opened his withered lips and said in a hoarse and low voice: "You two, I think you should know
Who am I? I don’t want to talk nonsense with you anymore.
I agree with your prayer for peace and can sign a short-term ceasefire agreement. However, you must immediately stop military operations against us, stop now!"
The dozen or so negotiation team members brought by Raymond were also pushed into this empty and cold office, and even their luggage and radios were all sent over.
Under the pressure of gunpoint, no one could resist this serious violation of diplomatic norms. Even the always troubled old man Dave kept his mouth shut, and Raymond even asked his attaché to activate the radio to contact Havana.
However, after the radio contact was made, the attaché who received the message said with a pitiful expression: "Miss Fox said that the Legion has automatically completed the ceasefire. Let us talk to President Diego about something else."