Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1358 - 656: The Era Is About to Change!

Bogota, Temporary Allied Coordination Headquarters eting Room.

The air was filled with cigar smoke and the lingering sll of gunpowder. Representatives from xico, France, Germany, the United Kingdom, Colombia’s new governnt, and several other nations offering symbolic support were seated around a massive long table.

The table was covered with thick docunts, marked with a huge list of cash, gold, real estate, overseas accounts, and drug stockpiles seized from the dellin and Cali Cartels.

The Colombians gave an inventory statent: "To sum up, the cash and equivalents imdiately available for distribution amount to approximately 8.7 billion US dollars. The real estate valuation is complex and will take ti. All drugs will be destroyed. The distribution ratio will follow the prior agreent..."

"Hold on!" The British representative, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a typical British tone of arrogance, impatiently tapped his fingers on the table, interrupting the speaker, "We believe this ratio is unfair and needs to be re-discussed."

The room fell silent imdiately, all eyes focusing on him.

The French representative, an old-school diplomat, lifted his teacup as if to stab a remark directly into the other’s lung, "If I were you, I would be embarrassed. After all, if it weren’t for your command, the victory would have been ours long ago. The losses in the dellin battle were due to your holdbacks, yet you still have the nerve to feel aggrieved?"

This statent directly stripped them bare, causing the British to blush with embarrassnt.

"Absolutely right!" The German chid in, "Our logistics evaluation report shows that your data on logistical losses is abnormally high, far exceeding other participants. I even found that a sheep costs tens of thousands of British pounds. Are you planning to swallow this money within the Allies? How can you have the nerve to claim unfairness?!"

Representatives from several smaller countries also nodded in agreent. Although they said nothing, their eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and mockery toward the British.

The dellin battle had completely torn off the British’s facade, and debates at ho continued over compensation for casualties.

The representatives of Colombia’s new governnt kept their eyes on their noses, noses to their hearts, with a deanor of "I didn’t hear anything," yet felt delighted inside. The British’s previously high-handed, commanding manner had long aggravated many.

The eting was chaired by General Gerhard von Rundstedt, the deputy commander of the xican frontline army. He glanced at these still "infighting" Allies, shaking his head with so disdain.

But disdain aside...

Even waste has its value if you know how to turn it into sothing precious.

For instance...

Brazil still needs investors for its drug prohibition.

"Ahem..."

General Gerhard von Rundstedt’s aptly-tid light cough instantly quieted the noisy eting room.

All eyes, including the slightly bloodshot ones of the embarrassed and surprised British, focused on this xican frontline general.

With a gentle smile, Rundstedt’s voice wasn’t loud, but it reached everyone clearly:

"Gentlen, the dust of dellin and Cali has just settled, and the bloody scent on this land has yet to fade. Right now, sitting here are comrades who fought side by side, entrusting life to one another, partners who bled for a common goal."

"For the spoils of war," he gently patted the $8.7 billion worth list on the table, "that hurt the friendship of the Allies and shad the spirits of the fallen, it’s truly not worth it."

"Therefore, the xican Frontline Army hereby officially declares: We renounce all our share of the spoils in this operation, whether cash, gold, or those real estates that take ti to liquidate."

These words took everyone by surprise!

Even the previously insouciant Colombian representatives sharply lifted their heads.

The British were completely dumbfounded, as if hit on the head with an invisible mallet.

Just a mont ago, he was still arguing for a bigger share. In a blink, xico, the biggest contributor and strongest voice, suddenly declared they didn’t want anything?

This instantly made all his previous haggling and so-called accusations of "unfairness" beco a total joke!

He opened his mouth, trying to say sothing to save face, but found his throat dry, unable to utter a word.

Not want? xico doesn’t want it? Then we... how could we have the face to want it? How could we rightfully argue for more? Yet not to want it is hard to let go!

That’s all money! The British governnt is cash-strapped right now. If they had money, would they need to downsize the military, hesitate to pay wages? Even Old Buddha didn’t have money to celebrate his birthday.

Gerhard captured everyone’s reaction with disdain.

We’ve all co for the heavy tals of Colombia, unlike you, eyeing these things?

But the honeyed bait thrown out, is still poisonous.

"Of course,"

He shifted his tone, still calm but with a barely noticeable hint of guidance, "The war is over, but the foundation of peace needs more solid assurance. The lesson from dellin tells us that the cancer must be eradicated at the root, or it will return with the spring breeze."

"Our gaze must be cast on the wider battlefield, Brazil."

This word was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantaneously stirring ripples in the hearts of the representatives.

Brazil, the largest country in South Arica, with its sprawling slums and complex borders, has long been the next target eyed by and infiltrated by drug trafficking groups.