Chapter 970: Chapter 504: But what he said is exactly what I wanted to say!!_2
“You are a murderer!” He shouted, pointing at the xican.
The Arican representative sitting next to him was also furious. Since ancient tis, only we have bombed others, not the other way around, staring angrily, “Joachim, what does Victor want to do, what does xico City want to do, do they wish to continue to instigate war?”
The henchman behind him was also shouting.
“Silence.” Boutros Gali tapped the table and turned to look at Joachim Ribbentrop, his eyes sowhat helpless. In the past, the Soviet Union and the United States could argue endlessly at conferences, but at least they were calm. xico was always insignificant, but now the Soviet Union is dead, and Victor is here…
He had to admit, that man injected a spirit of challenging authority into a listless country.
“We can explain, sir.”
Joachim Ribbentrop looked calmly at the deputy behind him: Arthur Zimrman, who handed him a small test tube from his briefcase. He picked it up, gently shook it, and looked at Boutros Gali, his expression solemn, “Sir, our intelligence shows that drug traffickers led by Arturo Desena are attempting to create weapons of mass destruction, and these weapons are being provided by the French.”
Dumbfounded.
“You’re talking nonsense! This is slander!” The Frenchman pounded the table, standing up and shouting.
Joachim Ribbentrop knew he was talking nonsense, but how could France infiltrate Haiti?
The Intelligence Bureau had long grasped the news that the French wanted to join forces with Arturo Desena. No matter what their intentions, whether to threaten the United States or fish in troubled waters, the Mogu Alliance certainly would not allow it.
That is the first line of defense for “blockade Arica,” how could I let outsiders have a breach?
Still, for a “True White Flag” France, as soon as they are converted, missiles are aid at Cuba and xico, definitely not allowed.
So they found an excuse.
Joachim Ribbentrop pondered for a night, and it was his deputy Arthur Zimrman who said, “Regardless of whether they believe it, we believe it.”
Thus such a dramatic scene occurred, and inside… it was actually just washing powder.
“We have direct evidence proving that when the Soviet Union disintegrated, a significant portion of the raw materials for weapons of mass destruction were transported into Haiti by France. What are you trying to do? Threaten Latin Arica with force? Do you want to stir up war in the peaceful Latin Arican region?!”
Joachim Ribbentrop slapped the table and stood up, “Such actions seriously undermine peace and violate the X Weapons Proliferation Treaty, we will never allow such a thing.”
The statent was made with absolute conviction.
Secretary-General Boutros Gali and many countries were silent.
Now you’re talking about a treaty, but you must know, you have violated it too…
However, this thing is essentially like scratch paper, when I don’t have it, you can restrict , when I have it, then it’s restricting others.
The Arican representative furrowed as he looked at the Frenchman beside him, his expression unsightly and sowhat suspicious.
What’s the matter?
Are you unhappy recognizing as the boss?
Still want to restore “France Glory”?
But now is not the ti for internal conflict, he looked at Joachim Ribbentrop, his tone firm, “xico is not the enforcer; it has no authority to decide anything. The United States is very dissatisfied with such hegemonic behavior, and why bomb our embassy?!!”
Joachim glanced at him, “Mistaken bombing.”
…
Suddenly, there was an uproar.
“Silence, silence!” The Secretary-General shouted loudly.
The Aricans were suddenly laughing angrily, “We are 4 kiloters away from the French embassy, and you tell us it was a mistaken bombing, you are clearly lying!”
Joachim Ribbentrop spread his hands, “xicans never lie.”
Goodness, not even pretending now.
Just looking at us as easy to bully, whimpering…
Heartache, heartache…
So shaless?
The Arican representative clutched his chest, feeling unable to breathe, the words they said were exactly what we would say!
The colleagues next to him hurriedly gathered around in panic.
“Imdiate heart relief pills, any imdiate heart relief pills?”
“Doctor! Doctor!”
The Secretary-General noticed sothing was wrong; the other party’s face turned green, frantically calling for a doctor, this couldn’t be allowed to die here.
Deputy Arthur Zimrman glanced at Joachim Ribbentrop, quietly gave him a thumbs-up, “But isn’t this too much, what if Washington is displeased…”
“They have been displeased about many things for a long ti, they’ll get used to it after holding it in long enough, also, Washington? Who’s in charge now? Clinton hasn’t appeared for a long ti.”
Arthur Zimrman nodded.
“Gentlen, may I say sothing.” Joachim clapped his hands again, when everyone looked over, his expression grave, “US Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld was shot dead by Clinton in the White House a week ago, General Victor was deeply shocked upon hearing and will hold a morial service for him the day after tomorrow.”
“Defense Minister Donald was a respected elder dedicated to peace between the two countries, we will always rember him.”
“May he rest in peace in heaven.”
Joachim Ribbentrop “sadly” wiped nonexistent tears, perhaps exaggerated, but politics itself is a performance, perhaps clumsy, but indispensable.
Just like the pack of washing powder he brought out, although it adds guilt without cause, but… after all, it was an excuse, providing a step down for the other party.
After he finished speaking, he left with his people.
As he left, he waved his sleeve, taking away a lot of voices.
Silence ensued!
Even the Secretary-General was too shocked to speak.
“Then… who’s in charge in Washington??”
Soone suddenly ca up with this question, looking around, swallowing saliva.
“Three presidents changed in two years, fourth defense minister dead…”
European representatives’ eyes flashed, the British people’s eyes were shining.
With such turbulent tis, it represented one thing…
Heaven’s mandate is not with Arica!
The US doesn’t have much energy to interfere in the Middle East situation; their internal situation is about to collapse, so could we… go grab a bite?
The reason Victor had Joachim Ribbentrop publicly state this was precisely for this.
Rise and resist…
Arica’s hegemony is weak.
The British representative looked at Secretary-General and then left, the rabbit glanced and also left, more and more people were leaving, everyone knew, Arica’s strength was just an illusion.
Secretary-General Boutros Gali watched as the crowd gradually left, suddenly feeling tired.
Destroy it…
It’s all fucking nonsense!
The content of the eting could simply not be concealed; after many people left, the reporters outside heard this news.
Once they knew, the world knowing was just a matter of ti.
At this mont, Victor was comforting Rumsfeld’s people, led by Old Donald’s brother, Philz Rumsfeld!
He contacted them imdiately, and their family also could not reach Donald, called familiar people, without any response, they were panicking, then Victor called them, telling them that Clinton killed Donald, and that a hand covered everyone’s mouths so they couldn’t speak.
For their safety, he hoped their entire family would co to xico City.
Philz Rumsfeld had long sensed sothing was wrong, when hearing this news, he was still very shocked, but then decisively, he brought his entire family and ca, and will be holding a morial for Donald here.
The US Defense Secretary holding a morial service in xico City…
Even thinking of it reveals articles that could be written.
“How could such a thing happen?!!” Belsaria’s brother Bramo sat nearby, grabbing his hair and said, looking sowhat sad.
“Clinton took drugs, resulting in changes, but still, this isn’t important, he might already be dead.”
Philz Rumsfeld’s hand shook…
“You should understand their thods better than I do, Philz.” Victor looked at him and said.
“They will stop at nothing; the best approach might be to burn you all to death with a torch, but you are my family mbers, this is one reason I invite you here, in xico City, unless the CIA turns into mosquitoes, you needn’t worry.”
“What about Belsaria? She’s still in Germany!” Bramo said nervously.
“My people have already gone to get her, you can rest assured.”
Philz Rumsfeld nodded, looking at Victor with a calm expression, exhaled, “You brought us here, there’s sothing else, right?”
Victor smiled, talking to smart people is good.
He leaned forward, “Do you want revenge?”
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