Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 905 - 476: Victor's Small Step, Justice's Giant Leap!_3

Diplomacy, isn't it just the largest form of group negotiation?

If you don't agree, I'll fight!

Let's see who can outlast whom.

Ultimately, the Americans swallowed their pride, convincing themselves that a war of words was useless. Albert Gore and Angel sat down with grim expressions.

There was supposed to be a round of mutual pleasantries, but... like this? Exchange pleasantries?

The meeting went straight to the point.

Casare crossed his arms and tilted his head back slightly, "We've prepared terms. If you agree, there's no problem."

"We didn't lose on the battlefield..."

An American representative instinctively refuted this, but Angel pulled him back. At this point, what's the point in saying that?

It'll only make them look down on us further.

His assistant handed over the prepared documents.

Albert and Angel began reading.

"First, cede New Mexico and Texas to Mexico!"

"Second, compensate 160 billion US dollars!"

"Third, open up American ports and designate concession zones for the Mexican Army to station troops!"

"Fourth, publicly apologize to Mexico on television!"

"Fifth, deal with the National Guard members who privately opened fire and injured Mexican civilians!"

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Altogether, there were over 10 items, but upon reading the first condition, Albert Gore jumped to his feet, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Cede New Mexico and Texas? Your appetite is too large, aren't you afraid of choking? Let me tell you, if that's the case, we'll see each other on the battlefield again!"

The United Nations Observers below were buzzing with astonishment...

You... really have big ambitions.

Those two places house plenty of American industrial zones and contribute significantly to the GDP. You want him to cede them? Are you really not afraid the Yanks will go all out?

Casare just folded his arms in silence.

Angel's hands were trembling too. His gaze was dark as he stared at the opposing side, "Mexico has no use for those two territories. You should also understand, these two places have been part of the U.S. for a long time..."

"Come up with a different agreement. If you keep insisting on this, then there's no room for negotiation. We can't bear this responsibility, and you wouldn't want North America to turn into ruins because of us, right? Don't try to scare us. If you truly want New Mexico and Texas, it'll have to be on top of the rubble."

Casare squinted and exchanged glances with Goebbels and Kennedy.

"Then push the border 100 kilometers forward. That area will belong to Mexico!"

"Impossible!"

"Not this, not that—is it because you look down on us? You have no sincerity whatsoever!" Kennedy slammed the table in protest.

Angel shook his head, resolutely refusing to cede any territory.

The United Nations Secretary-General remained silent, simply watching as the two sides exchanged fiery words and bargained back and forth, but no one dared make a move.

The negotiation dragged on until 9 PM, lasting a full twelve hours!

Exhausting, wasn't it...

Everyone was utterly drained, primarily from the mental stress.

Every word represented immense interests.

Yet even after twelve hours, only 6 of the items were discussed.

First, the Rio Grande basin along the border was to be assigned to Mexico, including the upper and lower reservoirs and power systems.

Second, compensation of 60 billion US dollars, which was considered the least important—money is just money.

Third, permit military exchanges between the U.S. and Mexico, establishing a "US-Mexico Mediation Zone" at the San Diego port, allowing no more than 600 Mexican troops to station there.

Fourth, the U.S. must publicly admit defeat in the war on television.

Fifth, strictly punish the soldiers who fired the shots.

Sixth, support Mexico's reentry into the United Nations!

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Even with just these items, the wrangling took considerable effort.

Frankly speaking, the Americans… their dignity was utterly crushed!

Albert Gore looked exhausted, and Angel was no better. Just thinking about the continuation of tomorrow's debate over benefits left them mentally drained.

Casare smiled and extended his hand, but the other side didn't shake it. He wasn't embarrassed and simply withdrew his hand.

"There is something you need to be informed about."

"Mexico and Cuba will establish the West Pacific Treaty Organization to fully safeguard the legitimate rights and interests of its member states, as well as combat global drug trafficking, human trafficking, and smuggling at the national level!"

Casare fixed his gaze on the opposing side.

"This is not directed at... anyone, or any organization!"

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