Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 611 - 367: Attack!!!!

Diane Rodham was no fool.

Not to mention whether the U.S. Government would have a large-scale conflict with Victor, that land was fundamentally useless and would require looking after the Mexicans on top. The influence of Latinos within the United States was already complicated enough.

Oh dear, whose votes would they garner?

Wouldn't there be many more beggars on the streets?

This wouldn't stimulate the economy within the United States and would provoke Victor externally, definitely not worth it.

Diane Rodham would rather lie in the back and be a "Vampire."

So, she directly rejected the proposal.

Aldous Wendell seemed dazed, "How could... this..."

If his brother wasn't Popovich, he would just be an ordinary thug with no foresight or negotiation skills at all.

Diane Rodham lightly coughed.

"Land is of no use to us, but we do care about Mexico's economy."

"We are in discussions with Canada about the North American Free Trade Zone agreement, and if Mexico is willing, they can join. By then, we won't restrict tariffs, goods can flow completely between us, and American companies could also increase their investments in Mexico. What do you think?"

Aldous Wendell's brain, dumb as a nut, couldn't grasp the hidden machinations, but just hearing the Old Witch say this, he thought it was pretty good.

"Also, your current economic system is too chaotic. If you transfer the currency issuance rights to the Fed, we could totally help you build a new currency system, so you won't be strangled by Victor."

Aldous Wendell shook his head.

Diane Rodham slightly furrowed her brows, thinking he had seen through her little tricks, but Aldous, seriously said, "The Peso is completely failing to reflect its value, if possible, I hope to replace it with US Dollar."

Aren't all drug traffickers like this?

Have you ever seen a drug trafficker collecting Pesos?

This left the Old Witch speechlessly silent, and only after a while, she spoke, "You better have someone come to the United States to discuss this properly."

"No problem at all, my brother has given me full authority, just as long as you can offer help; none of this will be a problem!"

Diane Rodham's eyes flickered, she knew her husband was coveting the next presidential term, and if they could create benefits for the United States at this time, there would be a great opportunity.

"What do you want?"

"Can you help me kill Victor?" Aldous Wendell said, hopeful in his eyes.

Seeing that expression turn a bit grim, she gave in, "You can't do it either?"

Diane Rodham felt underestimated, coughed twice, "We negotiated with the Northern Army and won't directly get involved, but I can introduce you to some big shots. They have been dissatisfied with Victor for a long time. If you are willing to offer some benefits, I think you will gain a lot, including the weapons you need, and... mercenaries."

Americans just love being such a bitch.

"Just take our private jet, settle this matter as soon as possible." Diane Rodham acted decisively.

Of course, the Mexican wouldn't refuse; he hadn't even flown on a private jet before.

"Let's go, have them ready to fly."

The accompanying official was stunned, "Madam, shouldn't we wait for Mr. Donald and his delegation?"

"His son-in-law is here, are you worried about him not being properly taken care of? Let's go! He can manage on his own."

The Old Witch had long established her authority, and none present dared to counter her; they could only apply for departure clearance from the control tower, which was soon granted.

In the United States, given her status, no one dared censure her even for going a bit too far.

The private jet took Diane Rodham and her entourage back to the United States.

Donald was on his way.

When his secretary relayed the news to him, the old Defense Minister almost had a heart attack from anger, his face turning steel green, but he finally took a deep breath, "Get the next flight to Washington."

"Sir, wouldn't that woman go back first and smear us in the media? It would be a blow to our party," the secretary cautiously said, fearing to agitate the old man.

Donald's right eyebrow twitched, "She wouldn't be that shameless... right?"

The secretary remained silent, just looking at him.

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"No, first contact James Dan Quayle, the acting President, let him deliver a government speech first!"

"Understood!" the secretary said excitedly.

It would be strange if the two parties didn't start fighting.

If this negotiation is well handled, it would be a political achievement for the acting President, securing power within his own party, but if the Democratic Party gets there first, a good opportunity could turn sour.

The media had two faces, lying above, clamping below.

"Hurry, speed up," Donald urged the driver, who floored the accelerator and sped away.

Meanwhile, Victor participated in a burial ceremony at the national cemetery for fallen soldiers, burying the first scoop of earth for each soldier. Relatives wept beside him, a touching sight.

With reddened eyes, he addressed the bereaved, "Any troubles, go to the local government, if they don't handle it, come to me. I won't let my soldiers lie here and still worry about home."

He comforted each family, showing great patience.

By the time he finished, it was already six in the evening.