Chapter 1223: Chapter 596: If You Won’t Cooperate, Plenty of Others Will!

The police cars led the way in front, and tourists or residents strolling the night streets stopped when they saw the motorcade approaching, some even waved at them.

Kennedy and Malcolm Rifkind sat facing each other, with the latter continually praising the prosperity of Mexico City.

“Here, I see London.”

Kennedy smiled, “Thank you for your compliments. We still have much to improve on. The United Kingdom is an important country in the world, world peace needs you, and we are also striving to learn from you.”

Malcolm Rifkind’s expression shifted slightly, recognizing the underlying message, sensing that the relationship between the two sides could move a step closer.

“Our leader also values the European market greatly, but unfortunately, there’s too much American capital in Europe, which is very unfavorable to your development. Our agency once reported that the largest party in Italy is not the ruling party, but the Mafia, which is involved in every industry in Italy, and it consists of people who came from the United States after World War II. This surprises us.” Kennedy secretly mocked Italy.

This…

Is actually politically correct!

Europe in general discriminates against Italy, especially the United Kingdom, where they insult by saying, “You are the Italians on our side!”

There is a British film called “A Room with a View,” which is generally about two wealthy young people from the British Empire who fall in love at first sight while traveling in Italy, finally marrying with parental consent. The film depicts Italy as beautiful but impoverished and backward, where Italians are either cooks or coachmen, and men generally idle around, uninterested in work, only focused on love affairs. The whole film has the style of young people from Shanghai/Beijing visiting Lijiang to show off and have romantic adventures.

There was also a British TV show called “The Thin Blue Line,” in which a British policeman, while educating young delinquents, said, “Your behavior tarnishes Britain’s reputation and could even be worse, directly turning it into Italy!”

All of this is related to Italy’s “cowardly” behavior during World War II.

Malcolm Rifkind pondered for a moment, glancing at Kennedy across from him, “We are also promoting the birth of the European Union, and we hope… to be more independent.”

Kennedy leaned forward, “You are the first European Defense Minister to visit. The leader will meet you in the office.”

The latter nodded slightly…

It’s already close to ten o’clock, yet Victor is still meeting with him, indicating that there are some matters they hope to discuss and decide upon before other European defense ministers arrive.

About to meet the “North American overlord,” Malcolm Rifkind surprisingly felt a bit nervous.

To speak bluntly, Victor is currently a global powerhouse, widely credited with upending the world order and plunging the United States into chaos. Though this seems absurd, CIA reports show that Mexico has been deeply involved.

Not to mention, they also have a presence in the United Kingdom.

At ten-thirty in the evening.

The motorcade arrived at the National Palace. Uniformed ceremonial soldiers helped open the door, and Malcolm Rifkind thanked them as he saw Victor standing at the entrance. He quickly ran up, extending his hands with a smile, “Good evening, Mr. Leader.”

Victor looked at the somewhat shorter, smiling but not obsequious, somewhat anxious Malcolm Rifkind, and suddenly remembered a Prussian general Bismarck quote: “I believe the great issues of the world are not settled by speeches and majority decisions but by iron and blood. Truth is always within the range of artillery!”

Weak nations have no diplomacy!

Victor patted his hand and gently asked about his trip, the well-being of the Queen, and so on.

A 32-year-old leader was tending to a 60-plus-year-old veteran politician as if he were a child.

The two walked inside side by side, with the British entourage knowing they had important matters to discuss, only bringing along a female translator, while others were politely invited to a side room for a late-night snack.

In the office.

The Deputy Director of the Special Service, who was also a bodyguard close by: Rohus Mishi stood at the door, while Casare sat on a chair next to Victor.

Victor stood up to hand him a cigar. Just as Malcolm Rifkind was about to decline, he noticed the former smiling and saying, “It’s your favorite Churchill series from Romeo y Julieta.”

The latter paused, with his expression changing slightly, but still stood up to accept the cigar.

He was actually a bit amazed and shocked at heart. Victor could casually mention his preferences, indicating that the other party had observed and collected many of his personal habits, making him slightly nervous. After all, being watched feels genuinely uncomfortable.

But he is a politician, and it suffices to pretend ignorance.

“The reason I am eager to meet you is actually to discuss some matters with you.”

The female translator beside him leaned over to Malcolm’s ear and whispered.

Victor glanced at her: wearing a black low-cut dress, hair tied back, appearing very capable, with captivating brown eyes, most importantly … very fair and very ample.

But he just glanced and then withdrew his gaze. Women are the spice of power, and now, he is allocating power!

After the translation was complete, Malcolm Rifkind nodded slightly, raising his hand, “Go ahead.”

“The United States has fallen, and the United Kingdom lacks a stronger backing in Europe. Mexico is willing to help you, all you need to do is allow us to join the European Union.”

Malcolm Rifkind listened, gradually furrowing his brows, “Mr. Leader, the United Kingdom is unique in Europe; no one can replace it. The United States is not the UK’s backing, and that term is discriminatory and insulting.”