"Of course, we don't want to use this weapon either. After all, we live together on this beautiful planet and need to love her together. It is no longer necessary to let her suffer from war. It is even more inappropriate to use such crazy weapons. Alas, there are brothers in the world, so the disputes continue!"

Les looked at the passage of the text on the opposite tablet for some reason, and she subconsciously asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I mean, it's really boring to fight this way between us." The envoy replied while gnawing on the cod.

Les couldn't believe his eyes. What was going on? Shouldn't this kind of suggestion of asking for help and suggestion be proposed by himself? Why did this seafood take the initiative to propose it today? This is unscientific.

"You want to end the war?" she asked cautiously.

"No, it's a truce, a ceasefire! It is impossible to end the war. The dignity of our Atlantis Empire does not allow us to end the war without meeting the requirements. Unless you ced Hawaii or compensate us for the number of gems we requested, the war will not end. But we can have a truce and an indefinite truce. Anyway, you will not like to interact with us normally, so we don't need to end the war, just a truce. This will not only achieve peace, but also maintain the dignity of our empire."

"Condition!" Les asked without hesitation. She didn't believe that these seafood would have an unconditional truce≤↓.

"It's very simple. First, the current state of the Japanese and Midfield countries must be maintained. We can stop attacking the Pacific route, but this route is not allowed to transport a ship of coal, a barrel of oil, and a tank of liquefied natural gas. In short, Longteng Shipping's monopoly on crude oil transportation between Japanese and Midfield countries must be respected. If you dare to try to break this situation, we will regard your country as a provocative act to resume the war."

Rice looked at the crab with expressionless face. This condition is very sinister, which means that the US imperialists have publicly betrayed these two allies, and the consequences are very serious. The anger of the Japanese and Bangkok countries, the chill of European allies, and the complete loss of dominance in the Western Pacific...

In short, there are many consequences, the most important thing is that people's hearts are dispersed.

But this condition can only be agreed, because as long as the US imperial power can be guaranteed to be strong, all lost can be regained. The basis for ensuring strength is to ensure peace in its own territory. This is the main factor that the US imperial can beat the heroes and finally enter the altar. It has not been affected by war for more than a hundred years, so it finally achieved the hegemony of the US imperialist. If it wants to maintain it, it must also maintain local peace. But like now, today it will be a sour rain, tomorrow it will roll a bronze ball, and the day after tomorrow it will play Tama miners' escape, and there is still a fart of peace.

For the sake of peace in one's own country, we can only sell allies, anyway, allies are just for sale.

"There is another condition." Boss Wang sat on the plane to Washington, staring at the stewardess' twisting fart, and happily directed the envoy to continue writing.

"We must have a piece of land. This is not a matter of principle. Since you refuse to give us Hawaii, we have to go somewhere else, but no matter where we go, you must not interfere, and you must even cooperate when we need it, and in international public opinion, we do not want to hear too many voices that damage our reputation."

"Where do you want?" Les asked.

"This is not certain yet. However, His Majesty the Emperor of my country has entrusted Mr. Wang to provide the candidate targets, and I believe the answer will be given soon."

"I need to report to Your Excellency the President before I will give you a reply." Les replied expressionlessly.

This condition is even more ok. No matter where these seafoods are wanted, as long as they are not in the U.S. empire, they are welcomed by the U.S. empire. As for those little things, there is no need to consider. Even if you give them some secret help at that time, it is OK.

"Of course, I'll wait for your good news!"

Amid the smile on the face of the Special Envoy, the meeting between the two ended.

After getting off the plane in Washington as a casually exchanged citizenship in the United States, Wang Yue then changed to Secretary Chen's face, took his ID card from a hotel room he had booked, and then drove his Porsche to the underground parking lot, leisurely enjoying the scenery of the United States and returning to Montreal. He spent a week with his little wife, and almost exhausted the woman. Then he left the country of Leaf again under the banner of running out of relationships.

"Master, you are back!"

In a quiet Japanese-style courtyard at the foot of Ikoma Mountain, Sakurako, wearing a kimono, knelt in front of the door and said softly, "Boss Wang has already made a decision for her that when the two of them are together, they must call him the master, and they must call themselves slaves."

"Well, have you ever been looking for another man behind my back for me during the period of leaving?" Boss Wang said with satisfaction, touching her pretty face.

"I am dedicated to my master, and the other men are just garbage in my eyes." Sakurako said happily, taking his coat and handing it to the maid beside her, or it could be said that she was her supervisor.

Then, despite the latter being by his side, he couldn't wait to unzip Boss Wang's zipper, opened his mouth with a happy face, and gently kissed the ferocious Tyrannosaurus Rex, then let out a satisfying whine, just like the kind of person who suddenly sat at the dining table and looked at the table full of delicious food after three days of hunger.

This woman has been completely conquered by this Tyrannosaurus Rex. I guess even without supervision, I would not like other men. Especially in her eyes, the size of those Japanese men is indeed equivalent to garbage.

Boss Wang smiled and whipped her with a Tyrannosaurus Rex and said, "You won't be planning to fight it tonight, are you?"

"Of course not, master, I don't have this ability." Sakurako stood up with a smile, gently took Boss Wang's arm, and then took him to a room and pushed open the door.

"Little sao guy, you are so good!" The scene in front of you made Boss Wang smile immediately, and said with satisfaction while twisting Sakurazi's little fart.

In this room, four beautiful girls were kneeling, one in student uniform, one in maid clothes, one in husband clothes, and the other in military uniform of the Self-Defense Force. When they saw that it was vacuum-like inside, they were raising their tender hands at him with a smile.

Boss Wang suddenly picked up Yingzi, then threw her in, and shouted in the cheerful screams: "Girls, can we play a few small games today?"

...

Well, his little game was played until midnight. Four exhausted girls carried their small bags with satisfaction, and walked out weakly. Under the alert guard of the bodyguard, they were helped by the agent who came to pick them up. Then Wang Yue's maid walked out and handed a bank note to the agent. The two sides had nothing to talk to, and after completing the transaction, they bowed to each other and returned.

No one noticed that on a tree not far from them, a pair of excited eyes were watching the whole process with their cameras.

The next morning, Boss Wang, who was having a meal, said while looking at the newspaper: "Are the four of them very famous? No wonder they have such good acting skills. I almost thought it was true when I played the gangster game."

"A singing group is a bit famous!" Sakurako knelt beside him, picking up food for him while reading the newspaper casually and said, "It's not our business. It's their company's responsibility to go out. You can't blame others if you accidentally, but you may be targeted by some boring reporters."

Boss Wang shrugged indifferently.

This guy didn't bother to care about the reporter. He never went out in the next two days and enjoyed his imperial life in this small courtyard. It was not until the third day that he left his residence like a third-rate star shopping, and then changed his image and found a used car market.

"Uh, you have a lot of cars here, you're almost at the Tokyo Motor Show!" The guy looked at the endless sedans in front of him in shock, and said to the servile sales manager beside him. The proportion of luxury cars here is very high, and there are even top-notch luxury cars with large displacement.

"Mr. Kimura, who can still afford to drive a car except for a truly rich person like you? Last month, all of our car companies in Osaka sold less than 500 new cars in total. However, the used car market like ours is full of cars. If this continues, Japan will be over." The sales manager said with a painful expression.

"Persevere, don't be discouraged. Suffer will always pass. Think about the suffering that our ancestors could survive when the war ended, and we can also survive!" The culprit who caused all this, patted his shoulder with a determined look on his face and said.

The latter smiled bitterly.

"Well, I didn't bring my ID!" Wang Yue said at this time.

The sales manager waved his hand. At this time, someone could buy his car, which was considered a burning incense. He was not interested in other messy things.

With 90% new snake driving, Boss Wang, who was on the Mingshen Expressway at a speed, was also very excited. He found that Japan had to loosen its ties, otherwise it would also affect his income. You must know that he would need money in the future. You must give the Japanese people some hope. Only in this way can they ensure that they continue to stretch their necks for their blood sucking. The effect of reducing ten dollars per barrel to the stick last time was very obvious. This time, it would be worth ten dollars for Japan!

However, it cannot be reduced in vain. Even if they lower the oil price, they must maximize their interests.
Chapter completed!