Chapter 935: Chapter 490: The Martial World Is All About Fighting and Killing!
Looking at Joachim Ribbentrop and other xicans with their malicious glares.
The United States representative forced back his panic…
Because…
The other side might really make a move.
Previously, the one who cursed and fought at the United Nations was Saddam, known as the Flying Major, with his signature moves: Crow Riding Plane and Fatherly Kindness and Filial Piety.
However, after being beaten during the Gulf War, he has beco much more low-key.
But next door, xico is becoming more and more damned… audacious!
Since the Cold War began, the United States has wanted to express its ideas through violence. Unfortunately, it’s only been able to pick on others. When they encounter real tough guys, as in this case…
All bark and no bite!
“This is the United States, Joachim, what do you want to do?”
“The United States? We’ve invaded before, if you said you were the Soviet Union, I’d be scared, thinking I’d seen a ghost. You tell you’re the United States, so what, are you going to give a dirty look?”
“If you say one more word, I’ll give you a left-right combo at this door today.” Joachim Ribbentrop pointed at the other party, not the least bit polite.
Diplomacy?
External martial arts exchange.
Also learned a bit of boxing for those who look displeasing.
The United States representative was so angry his face turned red and his neck bulged, his eyes looking at the security in the distance, who were standing way too far away. Cursing in his mind, he wanted to leave but couldn’t help dropping a line, “xico is a country, not a bandit! In the United Nations, at least maintain basic courtesy!”
Finishing, not waiting for Joachim Ribbentrop to speak, he sowhat awkwardly rushed into the conference room.
He could still be heard saying to those beside him, “We are civilized people, no need to argue with them.”
“Thank you, Mr. Joachim.” The neighboring Cuban representative promptly said.
“No need for thanks, we Ren Lian people wouldn’t let NATO bully us, right? Speak up for unfair matters, xico is backing us. If they co soft, we’ll go soft. If they co tough, humph humph humph, two battalions of missiles were just transported to your holand.”
I have missiles, what do I fear?
Who fears who!
Joachim Ribbentrop had a call with the General, Victor’s intention was to have him be “bold” on this day of “returning” to the United Nations and show the charm of the victor to the over two hundred countries worldwide.
The “Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization” needs more mbers.
As it was nearing the end…
Victor told him a little secret.
xico’s three major intelligence agencies Angel “Arican traitor” presiding, they plan to launch the “Ottawa Spring” in Canada, breaking the relationship between the governnt and its people, then…
Support a very few “anti-Arican individuals” to seize high positions…
By then, invite them to join the “Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization,” surrounding North Arica from three sides!
Aricans won’t escape even with wings.
Of course, this is just a plan.
Victor just ntioned it casually, but Joachim Ribbentrop was thrilled, eager to execute it as said.
The United States…
Would be completely reduced to a second-rate country.
The General even promised him to co back as Minister of Foreign Affairs, which made Mr. Joachim wake up with both eyes wide open, and his secretary asked him what was up.
He said he wanted to find so Aricans to fight.
“Then shall we go in now…” The Cuban delegation said as they were about to push open the big door, only to be stopped by the xican deputy representative Arthur Zimrman, who checked his watch, “Justice must make its entrance at the final mont.”
“How about a drink at the restaurant? There are over forty minutes left.”
Cuba: “Ah?”
Though thinking it inappropriate, they still followed along, the group sitting at the restaurant at the other end of the conference room chatting and boasting, while the Cubans grew more anxious.
Although he often opposes the class monitor, he is truly a good student, despite swearing at teachers, he really is a good student.
“Sir, can we go in now?”
Joachim Ribbentrop glanced at his watch, “Wait five more minutes.”
“Wait any longer and it will start…”
“If they don’t start, how will they know I arrived late?”
Uh…
The Cuban delegation looked at each other…
Teacher, although I skip classes, I smoke, and hang out with bad kids (xico), I truly am a good student.
These five minutes drag on painfully…
Like taking a dump but feeling it’s not done.
“Let’s go.”
Joachim Ribbentrop stood up, adjusted his suit, the Cuban representative instantly jumped up, smiling awkwardly, “I’ll go ahead and lead the way.”
Inside the conference room.
Secretary-General Boutros Gali, wearing glasses, sat at the head, his gaze scanning and imdiately noticing the empty seat in the second row marked with “MX,” the abbreviation for xico.
The first row was occupied by the five good n.
?
“Is the xican representative not here?”
As soon as he spoke, everyone looked toward the empty seat, next to which sat a Japanese kid, awkwardly shifting his bottom, with an embarrassed smile.
Bam!
Just as the United States representative wanted to make a sarcastic remark, the door swung open.
(Crow style entrance).
Joachim Ribbentrop walked in with commanding presence, followed by a group of people, looking like they were here to cause trouble.
“You’re late.” Boutros Gali said with brows furrowed.
“It’s you starting early. Isn’t today a day to welco our xico back to the United Nations? What? We haven’t arrived and you’re ready to start the eting?”
He didn’t wait for the other side to finish, nodding courteously to Brother Dong nearby.
This scene…
Was caught by many, feelings mixed.
The Aricans squinted, glaring nacingly at the opposite bunny as if ready to devour them.
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