Chapter 1108: Chapter 553: Evil Forces Protection Umbrella—Americans! _3

“The president… is inside.”

As he walked to the office door, Du Kaolei felt a bit awkward, not quite willing to enter.

The guard captain pushed the door open.

Inside sat a black man, dressed in a gray suit, looking at the visitor with a grave expression.

“Mr. Mark Louis Bazan, the Mexican Naval Cavalry First Division, Gang Se Lute Yan Si, extends greetings to you.”

“Have you come to kill me?”

“Of course not!”

“We’re neither the Soviet Union nor the United States. We respect your legitimately elected president. We’re here to help you.”

“Help? Like launching missiles at other nations’ capitals?” Mark Louis Bazan gritted his teeth, “How is Mexico any different from imperialism.”

Gang Se Lute Yan Si squinted his eyes.

He walked directly up to him, took out the pistol from his waist, pulled back the slide, and placed it on the table with a slap.

“I see you have a lot of grievances with us, sir. Mexico never forces others. I’ll give you three options: first, I shoot you, then replace you.”

“Second, you jump from here.”

“Third, sit here peacefully, and we will ensure your name is written into Haiti’s history.”

“Make your choice.”

So democratic!

Really…

I’m dying here, isn’t this more humane than when the Soviet Union beheaded Amin back then?

Back then, they didn’t even get Amin’s consent before killing him.

Fuck the Soviet Union!

Mark Louis Bazan’s lips trembled slightly, jump? This is the fourth floor!

He wasn’t that brave.

In an instant, all his energy deflated, and his head drooped, “I choose the third option.”

Gang Se Lute Yan Si patted him on the shoulder, “We’re not occupying you; we are just helping you, don’t be so despondent, smile.”

Mark Louis Bazan struggled to muster a smile.

“That’s more like it. Now, sign these documents.”

The military adviser behind him placed the contracts on the table.

Is it happening? They really want him to sign the betrayal agreements!

Mark Louis Bazan glared, picking up one.

“Agreement permitting Mexico to handle local gangs independently.”

??

Next one.

“Agreement permitting Mexico to use weapons of mass destruction against gangs.”

“Agreement permitting Mexico to take over the Haitian army, police, and government departments.”

“Agreement permitting Mexico to lease the Port-au-Prince port for 99 years.”

There were over 60 in total.

“Sign them.”

Mark Louis Bazan picked up the pen, hesitated slightly, and signed his name.

Gang Se Lute Yan Si nodded in satisfaction, “Rest assured, you and your family need not worry about any safety.”

“Aren’t you going to thank us?”

Mr. President felt suffocated but still softly said, “Thank you.”

Haiti has become such a mess, damn it, you’re lucky someone is taking over.

Still looking reluctant.

This place, even if you give it to the United States, they don’t want it.

Dominica even set up outposts to prevent Haitians from entering.

The whole world lets you fend for yourselves, only our Supreme Leader brings you hope.

You still refuse to accept it.

I really want to give you three slaps.

Completely ungrateful.

Gang Se Lute Yan Si reached the door, paused, and turned back, “From now on, don’t call this place the National Palace, really, any official residence could be called that.”

Do you even deserve it!

Closing the door, Mark Louis Bazan became a complete puppet.

Outside, looking at the somewhat helpless Du Kaolei, Gang Se Lute Yan Si glanced up and down, “Port-au-Prince needs to set up a new police department, lacking a director, interested?”

“4,000 Riyals a month, roughly close to 3,000 US Dollars.”

Port-au-Prince Police Chief?

3,000 US Dollars?

Du Kaolei was suddenly excited.

Working as a guard at the Presidential Palace, it might look impressive, but the pay is low and the job is dangerous, with gangs occasionally attacking.

Not even earning 2,000 Haiti Goud a month, how much is that?

1:130 to the US Dollar.

No status at all.

“Your subordinates each get 800 Mexican Riyals, with compensations if injured or killed, up to 400,000 Riyals for sacrifices!”

Du Kaolei’s expression turned serious, “Sir, I know there are CIA people in Port-au-Prince.”

Gang Se Lute Yan Si laughed heartily, patting him on the shoulder, “Then, Port-au-Prince’s first director, would you be willing to help us arrest them?”

“No problem, sir!”

Gang Se Lute Yan Si was also happy seeing his excitement.

When launched, the General Staff had sent guidance opinions to the Naval Cavalry, including.

Using surrendered soldiers, police, and those willing to maintain Mexican interests locally to form a “puppet army.”

They are much more familiar than the locals.

And to work for the new boss, they would be eager to establish merit.

What does it cost?

A little bit of money.

And a little bit of power.

Port-au-Prince Police Chief?

Underneath him, not even as many people as a Village Head.

However, he’s a smart guy; he’ll surely wise up.

Before heading downstairs, Gang Se Lute Yan Si wasn’t sure if it was intentional, he casually remarked.

“Work well, maybe you can try for the next president.”

Du Kaolei instantly regained his spirit.

United States?!

Screw you, United States.

I’m now Mexico’s dog!

Woof woof woof—

…

Victor was in a good mood.

Early in the morning, he began trimming the greenery at the National Palace.

He was humming a little tune.

Belize had been entirely taken by the 15th, with hardly any bloodshed, and 1,500 armed personnel had collectively surrendered.

Resistance?

With what?

Even the British father is overwhelmed now, as for the country’s own people…