The other party suddenly realized, "Then I'll be more sincere tomorrow."
Kay nodded and glanced at his watch, "Let's go take a break, this afternoon we'll take a stroll through Tijuana, there's still a lot we can learn from Victor."
"Otherwise, after we overthrow Yoweri Kaguta, we won't even know how to govern the country."
The delegation was discussing the overthrow of their own leader.
Kay pushed up his glasses...
Uganda hadn't planned to send a delegation this time, but then he heard about all the American equipment in Mexico, including bombers and artillery, and the banned... Thermobaric Bombs!
Victor loved to drop "Thermobaric Bombs." Those things can't be hidden at all, or else do you think the Yanks would compromise so easily?
Over 3,000 kilometers of border line.
I just casually drop one, and you can't handle it!
Your own people will criticize you.
Do you think they came for the narcotics conference?
They just saw "Imperial Energy" rise in North America, making the United States howl, too scared to keep going south, so they understood that Victor's regime was basically stable. Now was the perfect time to latch onto a big leg, if not now, then when?
Don't think all black people are stupid.
After all, there's wisdom...? Civilization...
After all, they're still human!
They do have the ability to court prosperity and avoid disaster.
After everyone had left.
Victor was still sitting there, gnawing on a chicken leg, and shaking his head at the remaining food and drinks, "Don't waste any of these, let the staff take them back. You know, every grain of rice and every piece of meat is hard to come by. Don't waste it."
The manager standing by tensed up, and upon hearing this, he quickly nodded, "We won't waste any of our food. Sometimes the leftovers in the pots are sent to orphanages and elderly homes as well, we absolutely won't throw them away."
Victor then nodded in satisfaction, let out a burp, and said with a smile to his follower, "We haven't been eating our fill for long, I've been hungry too."
He was becoming more and more like a leader.
Just then, George Smiley jogged up and whispered in his ear. Victor was startled and was about to speak when Casare and his people ran in.
Seeing him, Emperor Victor couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I heard you've taken a fancy to one of the women from the American delegation? Do you want me to bring her over to sleep with you tonight?"
Casare chuckled awkwardly.
"But this woman is over forty, and she has a husband, you type? It's a bit tricky."
"Boss, stop teasing me."
Victor's smile tightened, and he spoke seriously, "I'm serious. Her husband holds some influence, the best way to conquer a woman is to make her happy in bed, don't you think, if you satisfy her, wouldn't she satisfy you?"
"Just think about Ethan, he got involved with a woman from the Kennedy family. She went back to the United States but still calls him every day and gives him spending money."
Encouraging honest wives and husbands to enter the trade.
To some staff at the Governor's Mansion who knew the gossip,
Ethan Hunt was the King of the Ducks!
They said behind his back that he relied on women.
But how much envy was behind that, only they knew.
They too hoped a rich wife would fancy their stubbornness.
Casare looked at his boss, saw that he seemed genuine, and stuttered, "Boss... are you serious?"
"Isn't infidelity normal in the United States?"
"Just imagine, her beneath you..."
Casare's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and nodded, "I think she's pretty."
"Ha ha ha, that's good; I want 119 Americans to come, and 120 to go back."
Anyway, if Webster Hu Bell could do it.
Why couldn't Casare Gonzalez?
"Boss, when will we see those Americans?"
Victor squinted his eyes.
"Invite them to the spirit welcoming ceremony tomorrow. After the memorial service, I'll give them ten minutes."
"If they can't satisfy me."
"Then let them scram."
"I don't have much time to waste on these politicians blowing hot air!"