"Someone has to do this, the United States can't continue to be in chaos."
"Now, the threat from the Soviet Union isn't even as big as that from Mexico."
Diane Rodham glanced at him, snorted coldly, and left with her people without bothering to go to the hotel, heading straight to the airport.
"Old general..." the subordinate standing behind Donald said worriedly as the latter nearly collapsed, the former quickly supporting him.
"It's okay, let's go."
Victor bullied this old man, and even his silhouette seemed desolate.
However, the negotiation process was indeed fruitful.
They agreed to dismantle the hydraulic engineering on the river and not to interfere with the farmers' mutual use of water.
Secondly, they agreed that Mexico would handle the companies and individuals involved in "criminal activities" within Mexico on its own.
Another point was the reopening of the borders between the two countries, Victor couldn't expel Americans or hinder the normal development of American companies.
As for the compensation.
They were willing to pay 670 million US dollars.
This money, of course, was coming from the Raytheon Company.
Victor couldn't intentionally create border conflicts, and during the drug war, he had to ensure that shells didn't fall on U.S. territory.
Victor agreed to all these points.
The main issue was still the minor conflicts with the U.S., causing a higher casualty rate than the entire Gulf War. Domestic peace advocates started to rally again, and drug traffickers who Victor had let slip were causing security issues; the consequences of the black leader's death hadn't ended yet.
In any case, the situation was a complete mess, much like the situation with the Soviet Union.
Both sides were hanging by a thread, waiting to see who would collapse first.
Victor also wanted to reclaim lost territories, but the lack of military capacity meant he could only agree to the peace talks.
"Goebbels, write up this news nicely. I want all of Mexico to know that we've defeated the United States!" the Minister of Propaganda nodded vigorously.
"The myth of an invincible United States has been shattered."
When Diane Rodham and her group rushed to the airport, and she was resting in the private jet, a U.S. official who had gone to the airport store to buy things hurried over, looking nervously around, and whispered something in her ear.
"Mhm! He said he represents the central government and wants to meet you, hoping you can help, ideally by connecting them with an arms company. They're willing to support Mr. William Jefferson as President."
Diane Rodham's mind stirred, "How can they help? They can barely save themselves!" the official whispered.
"They hope to meet with you."
The woman thought for a moment, then shook her head cautiously, "This is Tijuana, it's not convenient here, ask him to find me in the U.S."
The official nodded, "I said that, but he seemed very anxious."
Diane Rodham frowned, "Then bring him up."
The official agreed, called someone, and ran down the plane, looking around cautiously.
Within fifteen minutes, the two returned, but one of them seemed a bit bulkier?
"Madam, hello, I am Aldous Wendell, Director of the Mexican Intelligence Bureau, Popovich is my older brother."
"Please have a seat."
"Thank you." He hardly waited to sit down before saying eagerly, "We are very sincere, if you are willing to help us resist Victor's rebel army, we are ready to fully support you."
"I'm sorry, we've already negotiated with the Northern Army."
Aldous Wendell, who clearly lacked negotiation skills, blurted out in panic upon hearing her response.
"We can cede Lower California and New Leon to you!"
Offering Victor's territory to the United States?
This method of ceding land, how old is it?!
Still playing this game!!