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Chapter 937: Chapter 490: The Martial World Is All About Fighting and Killing! _3

This battle…

Almost turned into another chaotic fight.

Many NATO countries wanted to join in, especially the United Kingdom, which was the most excited to send in their army, but they were all refused by the United States.

Do they really not know what kind of stuff they are dealing with?

If we wait for them to co and fight to the last Arican?

Then the war wouldn’t just stop as we please…

So, they were sternly rejected, although the British cabinet actually planned to “forcefully” dispatch troops, of course, outsiders didn’t know this, but they didn’t dare to take the risk.

The British have been coveting North Arica for a long ti.

Canada is still under a Governor-General now…

The UK and the US aren’t as buddy-buddy as they appear on the surface.

Fighting a war in the US territory, since it doesn’t destroy their own, why not enjoy it?

So, besides resisting xico, Aricans also have to face “malicious intentions” within NATO.

“Today entering the first item, the issue of the coup in Haiti.”

What’s there to discuss?

After the “idiots” of the Duvalier family were kicked out, they changed nine people in six years…

More often than I change underwear.

Secretary-General Boutros Gali held the docunt, “Arturo Desena and his soldiers occupied Port-au-Prince, shot President Joseph Nereet and his wife, proclaid himself as president…”

This na sounds so familiar!

Joachim Ribbentrop’s eyebrows twitched intensely.

Feels like I’ve heard it before!

Sure enough, Boutros Gali glanced at him and continued, “Arturo Desena is a key figure in the Southern xican drug dealer governnt, and also the head of the infamous drug cartel Los Zetas.”

“He has already sent soone to report to the United Nations.”

Saying this, a black man stood up in the back, wearing a suit that was much too big, looking quite unkempt and a bit timid.

He was sitting in a very out-of-the-way spot, almost by the door.

Joachim Ribbentrop squinted his eyes.

Whitewashing?

That guy wants to be president!

If there’s no real interest at stake, no one really cares about United Nations etings, Haiti?

That godforsaken place, many people don’t even know about it.

But it makes xico feel so humiliated, shouldn’t you as a drug trafficker be waiting for the Justice Army to execute you, and you’re still looking to escape?

You… bold!

“xico opposes!”

Joachim Ribbentrop stood up, with a serious expression, “Drug traffickers and bastards are no different, we will not forgive those who have caused great harm to the xican people, this is an insult and provocation, I won’t allow it, the National Palace won’t allow it, neither will 120 million xicans agree.”

Upon hearing his words, the Haitian representative panicked.

“The United Nations will not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, that’s a basic principle!” The Aricans spoke up, holding the idea that if the other side opposes, they will support.

“Do you even believe what you’re saying? Have you interfered with others any less? You’re just like those drug traffickers in Haiti, all beasts!”

Diplomacy?

Can’t diplomacy involve cursing?

There’s no rule, right?

The South Koreans slamd the table hard to protest, Japan followed suit next to them, “Insult, this is an insult…”

The two dog x brothers, really infuriating.

Joachim Ribbentrop grabbed a chair, grab!

Uh?

Grab!

Damn it, welded in place!

Damn, is there a need to be this professional?

He pointed at Korea and Japan, “Are you trying to support drug traffickers? Or are you saying, do you use drugs yourselves?!”

This statent left no room to respond.

“We just aren’t satisfied with your tyrannical remarks, Arturo Desena is now the President of Haiti.”

“Presi… Nima!”

Joachim Ribbentrop jumped onto the table, ran over, and kicked the South Korean in the face.

“I can’t stand your pancake face!”

The mbers of the xican delegation sitting in the back saw the fight breaking out and rushed up too…

Even those nearby got involved.

“F***, F***! Stop it, who hit my head? Who did it!” The Arican representative shouted while holding his head, he hadn’t moved, yet in 10 seconds he got hit 20 tis.

Boutros Gali covered his face, he was already exhausted.

Victor…

Look at the soldiers you’ve brought!

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