11 a.m.
Charles Grassley t with President Cuauhtémoc at the National Palace, expressing his desire for peace and his hope for stability in North Arica.
11:30 a.m., entered the closed-door talks.
With no reporters present, Charles Grassley bluntly expressed his desire to et Supre Leader Victor.
Casare and Cuauhtémoc exchanged a glance, and the forr smiled, saying, "The negotiations will be entirely in my hands!"
Charles Grassley's eyes flashed, but he didn't insist, only smiled and nodded.
But when he saw the "xico 12 Treaty," he jumped up imdiately.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"This demand is practically splitting the United States completely. We can't accept such a treaty, officially ceding and restoring the territories seized by the U.S. in the 1848 Guadalupe Hidalgo Treaty, including but not limited to California, Nevada, Utah, most of Arizona, western New xico, western Colorado, southwestern Wyoming, the Panhandle of Oklahoma, and parts west of the Rio Grande in Texas. Do you know how many square kiloters of land that is?"
Charles Grassley shouted, slapping the table. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI~Fire
He sought to ally with Victor, with the other's help to beco the lifelong President of the United States, and could sell Arican interests for it; but not like this.
I'm selling you condoms, but you tell you've got your eyes on my wife.
Should I push her to you?
The mbers of the U.S. negotiating team beside him, having seen this, were equally outraged.
"Don't forget, the United States also has nuclear weapons. If you push us to a dead end, we might as well all die together!" one of the military representatives with the rank of Admiral exclaid in fury, that person being the newly appointed Deputy Commander of Central Command, Admiral Maxwell Therman!
An old man already 63 years old.
He served as the Commander of the United States Southern Command from September 1989 to November 1990.
In December 1989, during the U.S. invasion of Panama dubbed "Operation Just Cause," Therman, as the Commander of the United States Southern Command, was a key commander in the operation. He was responsible for planning the attack and coordinating the overall command.
Under his command, the U.S. military utilized a force of 26,000, divided into 5 special task forces, launching a surprise attack against Panama from multiple directions, quickly overthrowing the regi of Panama's National Army Commander Noriega and disbanding the Panama National Army!
A battle commander!
"The nuclear threat won't scare the xicans. If you dare act, we'll make sure Aricans go extinct from this world!"
Casare was also defiant, slapping the table, "Don't you fucking scare . I've followed the Supre Leader in campaigns north and south. What scenes haven't I seen? Even the Arican paper tigers like you pretend to be your mama in front of ?"
"Don't pull !"
Cuauhtémoc pulled at him from the side, while Casare pointed at the Yanks in front of him, "I tell you, if you don't want to sign, fine, get back, we'll fight face-to-face again, I'd like to see how many of you bastards have to die!"
!!!!!
So strong? Brother?
Wasn't it said Casare always wore a cheerful smile?
But I have to say… really MAN!
Admiral Maxwell Therman and Charles Grassley turned beet red from his confrontations.
Four years ago, xico was a country that could be brought to its knees with economic sanctions. Four years later, it has beco more unstoppable!
Charles Grassley took a deep breath, "We have to continue talking…"
For more than eight hours following, each side took turns in the spotlight, exchanging sharp words, with neither dare to drink a sip of water, fearing they'd miss sothing spectacular.
7:27 p.m.
The eting room doors opened, and a fatigued Charles Grassley erged with the negotiating team mbers.
"They're out, they're out!"
A reporter shouted in the break area and dozens or even hundreds of people rushed over with their equipnt. They had been here awhile too.
"Mr. Speaker, I'm from The New York Tis… oh shit, don't blind with your ceiling light!" A blonde female reporter cursed, looking back.
"Mr. Speaker, I'm from the Washington Post…"
"Here's the Daily Mail…"
Seeing so many reporters, Charles Grassley cursed inwardly, it was definitely these dog-like xicans who crafted this ss!
The swarm of reporters waiting, aiming to break them down psychologically.
"Thank you, please move aside." Security personnel cleared the reporters.
"Mr. Speaker, could you tell us how the talks went? Did both sides agree on a ceasefire date?"
Charles Grassley and his group remained silent with grim expressions, squeezing through to get into the car outside, heading for the state guesthouse.
A while later, only then did Casare and others exit.
The journalists readied their short guns and long cannons targeting him.
Fat Casare laughed heartily, "Don't worry. I'll answer everything, one by one."
The smile was as warm as spring, completely different from the negotiation atmosphere inside.
Cuauhtémoc stood silently by his side, yet his eyes revealed a hint of amazent. Casare was growing fast, truly becoming a very mature politician.
anwhile, in the United States, the journey was silent.
But Charles Grassley's expression wasn't particularly grim. Fighting for interests is work, surrendering is life, damn it, I've committed treason already, what's there to be angry about?
Surprisingly, Deputy Commander of Central Command Admiral Maxwell Therman had a similarly calm deanor.
"Are you not angry?" Charles Grassley asked.
"Should I be angry?"
The other counterasked, looking at his astonished expression before shaking his head, "The ultimate choice isn't mine, but yours. I just expressed so anger, that's all. More importantly, if we truly want to detonate nuclear weapons, the dostic financial groups won't allow it."
These words were right.
If you detonate, xico detonates too, then what would our corporations earn money from?
Sell body bags?
Or sell sanitary pads?
Capital is inherently weak, and by coincidence, the United States is ruled by capital from top to bottom. Norman Schwarzkopf is just a brute who rose through force, unable to rise to the occasion, like the old ministers of the Tang Dynasty viewing Wu Zetian, thinking she was an old woman whom you could endure until she passes away, but who knew the older she got, the sharper she grew…
"Sigh." Charles Grassley sighed.
The rest of the journey was without much conversation.
After arriving at the state guesthouse, after having a al, they returned to their rooms to rest, but Charles Grassley still tossed and turned, knowing, Victor would undoubtedly see him!
Sure enough, around ten in the evening…
There was a knock on the door, he opened it, and it was a stranger, a guesthouse attendant, "Sir, Supre Leader wishes to see you."
"Hold on, I'll change clothes."
The attendant nodded.
Charles Grassley changed into a shirt before coming out, "Let's go."
Following him downstairs via another elevator, and there was a back door, behind which were two Cadillacs parked.
Through the car window, he vaguely saw a familiar face.
When opening the car door…
"Admiral Maxwell Therman!!!" he exclaid in surprise.
And the latter's expression was also difficult, squeezing out a smile, "Mr. Speaker."
Charles Grassley sat down with a richly expressive face.
Good God…
You slap tables threatening to bomb xico, and I thought you were so righteous figure, turns out you're the sa as !
This imdiately dissolved a lot of Charles Grassley's internal guilt.
Humans are such creatures…
As long as soone shares their "misfortune," they feel balanced.
The atmosphere in the car was awkward…
"Cough, cough…"
Eventually, Charles Grassley spoke first, "Um… when did you join…"
Admiral Maxwell Therman quietly understood, obviously knowing he's being asked when he defected!
"Last August."
Charles Grassley raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly, "So you're a veteran."
The remark carried a hint of sarcasm, hurting the other's heart, Maxwell fired back, "One has to run faster, or the ones behind won't even get a taste of hot shit!"
After saying it, he felt it was wrong.
Damn…
This implies running so fast is to taste so hot shit?
Charles Grassley looked at him oddly, but didn't retort.
All are traitors, who cares about timing?
Do you think you're Liu Lu, thinking sticking a sanitary pad on your mouth makes you a better person?
Both fell silent, simply watching the view outside the car.
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