Chapter 1230: Chapter 599: Serves You Right for Running Your Mouth!

“Carrying Gandhi’s photo to storm the city hall?”

That evening, Victor received this somewhat muddled message. Putting down his pen, he gestured Martin Bao Man, the confidential secretary, to continue.

“A group named ‘India Great Again’ is an extremist organization that believes Canada is a gift from Shiva to India. They claim Indians have the right to conquer and utilize this land, and demand the Canadian government to leave.”

Uncle Zhao had a puzzled look.

???

Shiva is involved now?

Victor was utterly baffled by this. Taking mythological stories so seriously, typical of India, one of Asia’s huskies, with South Korea being another.

“Hasn’t there been any conflict at the scene?”

Martin Bao Man had a peculiar expression on his face, as if he was about to vomit, “Toronto’s mayor personally went to placate them, assuring the legal rights of the Indian community, but they rejected it, saying they were here to occupy Canada…”

“During the argument, one Indian dropped his pants, had a dump, grabbed it, and threw it at the mayor, hitting him right in the face!”

Victor had just taken a sip of tea when he heard this, and couldn’t help but spray it out in shock, raising his head to look at Martin Bao Man.

The latter licked his lips, “The mayor ended up eating it right on the spot…”

“No need to dwell on that, move on to the next point.”

This secretary of his, why so excited?

Martin Bao Man chuckled awkwardly and continued, “Later, a serious conflict erupted with the Toronto police firing shots. Three people were killed, 221 were arrested, 128 were sent to the hospital, causing widespread dissatisfaction among the Indian community across Canada.”

“Just like the Brits, real Eastern Scourge and Western Plague troublemakers.” Victor shook his head, feeling a bit amused and annoyed.

Indians have such bizarre methods for “occupying territory”, thinking it’s theirs once they’ve defecated there.

“Call for Kennedy, Casare, Horatio Herbert Kitchener, and Cuauhtémoc.”

Martin Bao Man reminded, “Supreme Leader, Defense Minister Kennedy is accompanying defense ministers from European countries on a weapon exhibition tour.”

Forgot, forgot!

“Then call the others.”

Martin Bao Man acknowledged, went out, and started calling several leaders using his phone.

“Hello—”

“Prime Minister Casare, I’m Martin, the Supreme Leader wants to see you, hurry over.”

A sound of a chair moving was heard from the other end, Casare hurriedly said, “Okay!”

Martin Bao Man called the others, after finishing, saw Casare climbing up the stairs, looking sweaty, which startled him, “Prime Minister Casare, you’re using the stairs?”

“The Supreme Leader called, naturally I need to be quick. Elevators are too slow, I’ll go in first.”

He took a deep breath, wiped his sweat, and walked in with a pile of smiles, “Boss, you’re looking for me?”

Martin Bao Man couldn’t help but sigh a bit, no wonder he progressed so fast, with this attitude, even he’d promote him if he were a leader.

Victor gestured with a smile for Casare to sit and have some water, was about to pour for him when the latter jumped in, “Boss, I’ll do it, I’ll do it.”

He poured for Victor first, then used a disposable cup to pour half a cup for himself, obediently sitting on the sofa beside him, occupying half his seat.

During this interval, President Cuauhtémoc and Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener also arrived, and Casare poured water for them too.

“Don’t do such secretary work, otherwise people will say I’m wasting talent.”

“Being able to serve as a secretary for the boss shows I can still be useful, just afraid I can’t keep up with the boss.”

Victor laughed and pointed at him, “You sure know how to sweet-talk.”

Horatio Herbert Kitchener and Cuauhtémoc exchanged glances.

No way around a technical job…

He was born for this line of work.

After a round of teasing, Victor tapped the table, and the three knew the main topic was coming, quickly sitting upright.

“Canada is experiencing internal turmoil, Indians… have uprising.”

The word uprising was used with difficulty because he really didn’t know how to express it.

As a soldier, Horatio Herbert Kitchener’s eyes lit up, his instincts were still sharp, “Supreme Leader, you mean?”

Victor stood up, walked over to a world map, and pointed at it to speak to the three:

“Canada has a vast territory, surrounded by sea on three sides, spans across the Northern North American Continent, borders three major oceans (Atlantic Ocean, Pacific Ocean, Arctic Ocean), neighbors the United States to the south, and is a country with vast territory yet relatively sparse population, highly concentrated in the southern strip near the U.S. border (especially the Great Lakes-Saint Lawrence Lowlands), and the southwestern part of British Columbia Province on the west coast. The expansive northern regions are extremely sparsely populated!”

“Can we perhaps take a bite here, establish one or more military bases, create a Mo Guan District, control it, and we can compete for maritime hegemony, or go south and directly attack the United States, and the United States will never jump again.”

“Canada and the United States are without defense.”

Calling others troublemakers…

Of course, this wasn’t the case here—that’s defeating capitalism!

Who told you to stand so close to the Yanks?

“Then under what pretext?”

The first to speak was Cuauhtémoc, his eyes shining. Although as a president he had no real power, since he could expand the territory, even when he dies, Mexican history books would grant him a good title.

“What do you say?” Victor looked at the other two.

Casare and Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood like a pair of “Bumpkin and Dandy”, the former was at least a head shorter than the latter.