Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 906 - 477: The Bottom Line of Human—Victor!

"The Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization? That's supporting anti-America with force!"

Back at the hotel, Vice President Albert Gore sank into the sofa, smoking angrily. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He threw his unfinished cigarette on the ground and couldn't help but speak to Angel.

"Mexico is digging up the United States' roots!"

Chief of Staff Angel Urenia furrowed his brows, massaging his temples in frustration, "But what can we do?"

"Do you know how many calls my secretary received during the negotiations?"

Albert Gore shook his head.

"24!"

The other person gestured with his hand, his face showing dissatisfaction, "24 leaders of financial groups collectively pressed me. I didn't pick up, but do I not know what they mean? They want me to agree to any demands Mexico makes!"

"National interest?"

Angel Urenia's expression grew more ferocious, "They couldn't care less!"

Perhaps due to great grievance, he couldn't help but say a few more words, "Capital has never been patriotic. If Satan could bring them wealth, they'd even bomb the Vatican tomorrow!"

"Watch your words!" Albert Gore scolded, startled to the point of sweating. Can those words be said so carelessly?

How did William McKinley die?

How did Martin Luther King die?

Wasn't it because Robert Kennedy refused to send the U.S. Military to Vietnam, and then he was killed?

It's not that America produces capital, but that capital entangles America. Some things shouldn't be said.

Like someone boasts about America's freedom of speech, but just try cursing the Jews and see if a stink bomb doesn't get dropped on your head.

Angel Urenia took a deep breath. This advisor, known for being "calm" and "cunning," was somewhat losing control.

Albert Gore also felt a bit disheartened, "Once the negotiation is over, back in the United States, I'm planning to resign and return to Ohio to be a farmer. At least potatoes and land won't make me feel mentally and physically exhausted."

There was one more thing he didn't say...

In his view, America's reputation would plunge spectacularly, and the national fortune that was supposed to soar after defeating the Soviet Union would come to a halt.

On a larger scale...

If Mexico and Cuba strangle America, then the socialist countries in Asia would have absolute time to flourish. By then, although the Soviet Union would have fallen, the whole world would have turned red.

America is on a slow poison; it looks strong, but it's actually impotent.

Angel Urenia opened his mouth to persuade, but... it seemed impossible to say anything.

Alas!

God must have abandoned America.

No no no, God must be Mexican!

In the room, the two felt an incredible chill, like wind-up frogs that could only move forward along a predetermined path.

Veer off a bit, and the master (the capitalists) behind them would already start cursing.

Just then, the satellite phone on the table rang, startling Angel Urenia into answering it.

"Hello."

"It's me, William."

On the other end was Clinton.

"How's the situation?"

Here it comes, the boss called to check the situation. Angel swallowed, glanced at the Vice President, hesitated, then reported everything discussed today.

Then he grew tense, afraid that Clinton would start cursing; mainly... it was so humiliating and disgraceful!

But suddenly, the other side sighed, "You've worked hard. Tomorrow, speed up the negotiations. Don't fight to the death for a bit of interest. The pressure from Wall Street is also something I can't handle."

?????

Don't mind a bit of interest?

How can that come from the mouth of a President?

The minister wants a fight to the death, how can your majesty surrender first?

Angel Urenia was momentarily bewildered, unsure of what to say, then heard Clinton continue:

"Rest assured, your achievements haven't gone unnoticed. When you return, the Senate President's position will be waiting for you, and Albert Gore's position will be yours as well. Then all the responsibility will be on him!"

"Understand, buddy." Clinton's voice was heavy on the other end, "Speed, what I want is a speedy ceasefire."

Listening to the pie Clinton painted, directly selling out Albert, Angel Urenia's heart sank, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, he asked, "William, are you also planning to shift the blame to me, then... have me take the fall?"

On the sickbed, Clinton's eyes flashed as he flatly denied it, "How could that be, Angel, you are my dearest friend, we knew each other long ago, you are me, I am you!"

"We are one."

"I won't enjoy this honor alone!"

This statement... how can you even say that?

Incompetent Clinton!

Even Quan Xiaojiang is better than you!

The Chief of Staff was silent for a moment, "I understand."

"Alright, thanks for your hard work. When you return, I'll throw a celebration for you." Clinton said casually. Seeing the female nurse who came in through the door, especially with her figure, his eyebrows rose, and her alluring gaze made him somewhat impulsive. He said to the other end, "I have some matters to deal with here, so I'll hang up."

Before Angel could respond, the phone went dead silent.

"Clinton?" Albert Gore asked, legs crossed.

Angel nodded.

"He's not a good person, be careful with him. Did he promise you something big?"

Seeing the dumbfounded look on Angel's face, Albert chuckled, seeming to have come to terms with things, "A politician's words are like farts; you can't trust whatever comes out. The more you believe him, the likelier he'll sell you out. Remember Cedric Nelson?"

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