Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1345: A 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 it is managed well, it is also the foundation of a big country. When there were only 13 states in the United States, Mexico was already quite good.
But it is also because the mix is too comfortable, the life is too comfortable, and the aggressive Mexico is ravaged on the ground by the old beauty that has been expanding in the north. There will be no more days of this slump. In the eyes of Mexicans, it is natural to treat Americans as younger brothers.
The President of Django who is now ruling Mexico is the puppet of Enclave. It becomes a Zombie. It can only rely on the support of the master to secure its position. Otherwise, who would like such a ghostly guy as his boss?
From the beginning of disembarkation, Aurora Legion's financial adviser Dave has been telling various mini stories of President Zombie with Raymond, the Minister of the Interior. The short Jewish man could tell jokes, but Raymond as a listener was very worried and expressionless.
"We were sent off like a beggar." From the Mexico City International Airport, Raymond didn't see any greeted team. There was only a black-faced Mexican driver holding a cardboard in the empty pick-up hall. The words "Aurora Legion, Mr. Raymond" were written on the cardboard.
Raymond ’s negotiating team has more than a dozen people, and an ordinary taxi can certainly not sit down. But even the big airport couldn't find any other taxi, and finally had to rely on Dave to contact the Enclave staff in Mexico City to solve this problem.
After getting in the car, the old man Dave chatted with the Mexican driver. Raymond, who was a negotiator, 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 ran to Aurora Legion to build a replica of the ‘Fed’, but the commander of the army did not trust him at all.
But distrust is not trust. The head of the army actually appointed him as the financial adviser of the Ministry of the Interior, and the old man accepted his appointment with a cheeky face.
Lena Fox had strongly opposed this appointment, but the financial talent of Dave ’s old man was indeed breathtaking. His job is to block the banks of the legion and prevent various financial frauds and financial crises from happening. These two were originally the best plays of the old man.
"The head of the legion is really eclectic. As long as he has talent, he dares to use it." Raymond secretly said. For legions that rely heavily on commerce, Dave played a very important role in the soundness of the financial system and the survival of strong relationships.
It's just that the business environment is more relevant to business. The legion facing war threatens to scare away all businessmen. Raymond understood that a legion without material circulation would not last long.
He drove to Mexico City, Raymond submitted his willingness to negotiate with the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then ... nothing happened.
No one cares, no one cares, no one cares, Raymond ’s negotiating team even has to solve the problems of accommodation and eating and drinking. He ran three times a day towards the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but those Mexicans were astoundingly eye-opening-work at eleven, and no one was visible at fourteen.
The entire negotiating team was trapped in the hotel for two days. Raymond spent nothing on the hotel window in these two days. Mexico City outside the window experienced more than two years of chaos, and no order has been restored until now, and the sound of the shooting can be heard at any time.
"Raymond, shall we go directly to the Presidential Palace to try?" Old man Dave walked into Raymond's room and he complained loudly: "I can't stand the Mexicans here. I asked the hotel yesterday Send someone to dredge the toilet, they promised very well, but they did not do it.
The toilet in my room is always blocked, and I ca n’t even use the toilet. This hotel is terrible, the city is terrible, and the country is terrible. I began to miss Havana, at least people in Havana work very efficiently. "
"Maybe you should tip." Raymond ignored Dave's previous suggestion and did not reply.
The old man Dave rolled his eyelids, "I have given it three times, more than once. You have to understand that I can never be stingy about 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 speak, and could only leave politely. Just not waiting for him to get out of the room, a negotiating team member suddenly rushed in and shouted, "That group of Mexicans took the initiative to find us."
"What?" Both Raymond and Dave were startled. They were left to dry for two days, and the Mexicans' front and back respects seemed unreasonable.
The entourage shouted loudly: "Those Mexicans don't know where we live, so they sent troops to look around. In order to find us, they turned the streets around."
Raymond stood in front of the window long ago and found Mexican soldiers running around on the street. He thought it was a daily commotion. How could he even find them a negotiating team?
The old man Dave responded quickly, "There must be a reversal. Those Mexicans do not want to procrastinate. At this time we should calm down and contact Havana first."
Raymond stayed there for two or three seconds, and said to the entourage 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 realize 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 by a swarm, and took the two together with the entire negotiating team.
Get in the car, start, go straight to ..., the presidential palace.
Both Raymond and Dave looked at each other a little bit, but now the fool knows that the situation has changed. When they arrived at the presidential palace, the two were pushed and shoved across a long corridor and escorted to the door of a large office.
The promenade is covered with thick carpets and flanked by various valuable decorative paintings and decorations. The crystal lamps on the suspended ceiling cast a frosty light, and a group of old-fashioned soldiers stood next to the luxurious gate. People can't help but be awe-inspiring.
The two stopped in front of the gate. A guard confirmed their identity and entered the gate. Faced with the soldiers staring around at him, the old man Dave whispered nervously: "Which Zombie President should we meet directly?"
As soon as the voice fell, the thick wooden door opened. Behind the gate is an empty room. An oversized desk is placed in the middle of the room. A dark-faced man in a hooded robe sits behind the desk. Next to him stood a strange woman.
Raymond and Dave were pushed into the room. The hooded weir in front of them slowly raised their heads, revealing their scary skinny faces. The weirdo opened his shriveled lips and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Two, I think you should know who I am, and I am not the same as your nonsense.
I agree with your wish for peace and can sign a short-term ceasefire agreement. But you must immediately stop the military operations against us, stop now! "
More than a dozen negotiating team members brought by Raymond were pushed into this empty and cold office, and even their luggage and radio stations were all delivered.
Under the persecution of the gun, no one can resist such a serious violation of diplomatic norms. Even the old troubled Dave closed his mouth, and Raymond asked the entourage to start the radio to contact Havana.
It was just 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 us talk to President Django about something else."