Chapter 1221: Chapter 595: Bro, Don’t Worry, I’ve Got Your Back! (Part 2)

Fuck!

Such a familiar style.

I can’t help but remember a phrase, “Dad, I’m Liu Lu!”

“Besides, where can we run to? The civil war in the United States will lead to more violent conflicts. Independent governments, gangs, corporate militias, and community guards, they all have guns. If we provoke them, do you think we’ll fare well?”

“Order has been destroyed, and trying to reestablish it is undoubtedly difficult, or perhaps… impossible. Only on Mexican soil, maybe, can we still survive.”

Pedro’s parents exchanged a glance. They were intellectuals, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt he made sense. Many places in the United States had indeed already collapsed.

Wealthy middle-class people even formed community guard corps to protect their families and assets, while those government police and armies had no time for you. The war also caused massive unemployment, and many joined the mafia. For “families” like theirs, with three out of four people wearing glasses, they’d be seen as easy targets.

The middle-aged man quietly thought for a moment, nodded, “Alright, we’ll listen to you. I’ll apply for new identification tomorrow.”

Pedro nodded, his eyes fixed on the television, not moving.

…

On July 7th, Defense Minister Kennedy gave an exclusive interview to Mexican media. He stated that Mexico’s strategic goals had been achieved and that the Pentagon, led by Norman Schwarzkopf, performed exceptionally well.

“Are you praising… the Pentagon?” the female reporter asked, her expression astonished.

“Yes, even if we are enemies, we are also soldiers. I must say, America has his leadership, and I think that’s great. He is a respected man.”

“But under his rule, America has fallen into civil war…”

Kennedy shook his head, “No, no, no, that’s the society and the President’s problem. What’s wrong with a soldier whose mission is to save the United States? His fault was believing those American elites too much. They are unscrupulous, willing to betray the United States for profit. He was killed by his people; he was never defeated by Mexico, but by Americans themselves!”

The female reporter had her mouth half open, looking very surprised.

Actually…

All these questions had been approved.

She was just good at acting.

Later, the female reporter asked many questions, including how to deal with American citizens in occupied areas and whether human rights would be guaranteed, etc. Finally, when it ended, he said meaningfully, “The world is big enough to accommodate everyone’s development, and North America is big enough to allow for a few more countries.”

This interview was broadcasted at noon the next day during prime time on mainstream media.

Many Mexicans also found that the media newspapers that day wrote many praises for “Norman Schwarzkopf,” well, not exactly praises, but admiration for his military capability. They sighed, if he had been born in Mexico, maybe he would be the next Defense Minister; he has the capability.

This made the Mexicans, who were shouting “Down with America” just yesterday, dumbfounded.

???

What does this mean?

Has the wind direction changed?

Or is Mexico planning to ally with America?

Could it be that aliens have invaded?

But once this news got out, the first to be anxious was “Bramo from Illinois.” He called Victor, probed around, trying to find out if Mexico was planning to collaborate with the Pentagon.

Victor just smiled, “Standard diplomatic rhetoric.”

Bramo was anxious, “Bro-in-law, our goal is to eliminate American hegemony and build a peaceful society. This… you haven’t forgotten, right?”

“Of course! Rest assured, whatever Illinois needs, we can aid you. We are preparing to expand the Ren Lian conference to include you. Rest assured, Mexico won’t abandon its allies.”

Hearing his assurance, Bramo breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the call.

And Victor just shook his head lightly. Still too naive, believing everything…

Relatives?

Wasn’t World War I just a bunch of relatives fighting among themselves?

The national interest is above everything else!

Later, calls came from independent Texas, Louisiana, Arkansas, etc., and Victor brushed them off “diligently,” saying, don’t be afraid to go ahead!

I will surely support you all from behind.

Really full of cunning and deceit.

And in a private building of the Pentagon.

This place was set up to look like a hospital. Norman Schwarzkopf didn’t trust outward hospitals, fearing assassination, so he had an internal hospital here.

Cadres of the “Golden Knights” were also here for check-ups and treatment.

At this moment, in the north-facing south hospital room, Norman Schwarzkopf looked a bit pale, his eye bags were dark and large, and he seemed much more haggard…

He was quietly watching Kennedy’s interview on television. When he heard himself being called a “respectable” opponent, he subconsciously felt a flutter. When he later heard him say, “Americans misunderstood him, he is the true patriot,” the old man couldn’t help but cry!

This startled his wife, who was caring for him beside him. She hurriedly stood up, nervously asking, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, nothing. I was just touched that the person who understands you the most is your enemy.” Norman Schwarzkopf wiped his tears.

He felt wronged too!

He was the last one who wanted a civil war in America, but who knew so many things would spin out of his control.

His wife stood silent beside him, adjusting his blanket, and said hesitantly, “Why don’t you resign.”

“Nonsense!”

Norman Schwarzkopf snapped, furrowing his brow. His wife was taken aback and immediately sat down in grievance, “I’m just worried. The dark web has people wanting to kill you and our whole family. You go to bed later than a dog and wake up earlier than a cow. The doctor said you’re under a lot of stress. If you continue like this, you’ll break.”

Seeing her like this, he felt a bit hurt, his tone softened, “You know if I hand in my resignation, I’ll quickly be dead.”

“I cannot back down now. They’re pushing me forward. Everyone in the organization wants to get rich and promoted, and they recognize me as their leader. But if I don’t do it, they’ll become like beasts, rushing up to tear our family apart.”

His wife shuddered at his words.

Norman Schwarzkopf gritted his teeth, his face flushed, “So, I can’t fall, and I can’t fail. I… still want to protect you.”

His wife, Brenda Hersinger, looked up at her husband, holding his hand gently.

Those words resembled so much thirty years ago. Back then, after returning from the Vietnam War and already serving as an associate professor at West Point University, Norman Schwarzkopf met a stewardess from New York Universal Airlines. This was a girl with a pair of deep brown eyes, tall and beautiful, who is now his wife.

In June 1968, they held their wedding ceremony in the famous chapel at West Point Military Academy. At that time, Brenda Hersinger also clearly remembered her husband kissing her and holding her hand, saying, “I will protect you.”

Just like today, always standing in front of her.

Norman Schwarzkopf got up from the bed, and Brenda Hersinger was startled, “You’re not well yet, the doctor told you to rest more.”

“Don’t worry, I am a warrior, and a small obstacle will never defeat me. Help me with my clothes. I feel I can continue working.”

He said as he looked at Kennedy on the television, squinting, “The sudden goodwill from the Mexicans is like a sesame-covered flatbread. He’s waiting for me to bite, and I know, at this time, I have no choice but to bite.”

“It’s time to negotiate with them.”

Brenda Hersinger looked at her husband, a bit astonished. She knew he was a stubborn old man who would never bow down in his lifetime.

“People always have to compromise, don’t they?”

Norman Schwarzkopf chuckled softly.

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