585 Go Back to the Negotiation Table (2/2)

Meeting Jiang Chen who clearly didn't look ”critically injured”, the Country F ambassador Tate's eyes were covered in gloom, he felt his government, and he was fooled.

”Ha, looks like Mr. Jiang is in good shape.”

Jiang Chen nonchalantly shook his head when he faced Tate's unfriendly gaze.

”Thank you for caring. Say hello to your President for me; he must not have slept well in the last couple of days. Also, I saw that you guys were planning to host a celebration ceremony sometime before, but by the looks of it now, it won't be needed.”

The mockery in Jiang Chen's voice made Tate's expression look as if he had just eaten a fly. The entire capital didn't sleep well with a cannon directly pointed toward it.

”This is?” Jiang Chen let go of Tate's hand and looked at two other people on the side.

A white man with sideburns was in a suit; the other muscular looking man wore the UA Navy uniform. Jiang Chen noticed the UA soldier was a Colonel.

”Eric, United Nations Observer.” The man with white sideburns shook hands with Jiang Chen and introduced the person beside him, ”This is Colonel Reston, a mediator from UA.”

Jiang Chen's sight stopped on Colonel Reston for a while.

He knew that this was the actual person leading the negotiation.

After some small talk, Jiang Chen and Ivan took the two to the safe zone and met with Santos who just arrived from Port D.

With all parties at the scene, after half a year, the discussion between the Country F government and the guerillas restarted again.

”Let's put it simply, I hope everyone can put down their weapons and solve the difference on the negotiation table, Eric said straightforwardly, ”This discussion has been long due. Then first—”

”We won't give grounds on our sovereignty completely.” Tate interrupted Eric's words while looking at Santos coldly, ”but I brought the kindness of Mr. Aquino. Moro will exist as an autonomous territory, as long as you put down your weapons and release all illegally detained F soldiers.”

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes to gaze directly into Tate's eyes. The F citizen didn't bring out the attitude to negotiate in the first place.

”Looks like we'll have to chat in your capital then.” Santos shrugged and opened his hands.

”We won't let that happen.” Colonel Reston who didn't say a word spoke abruptly. He slightly raised his hooked nose and stared at Santos' smug face, ”The Satan aircraft carrier battle group won't permit. If you dare to step out of MLL Island, then we must redefine the situation to a point where we must intervene, I promise that our troops won't always stay on the deck of the aircraft carrier.”

Reston warned Jiang Chen with his look.

Since Santos was born a bandit, he immediately scoffed, ”then my guerrillas will make MLL Islands into a second Vietnam.”

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The negotiation from the start was on the course to failure. Jiang Chen's sight scanned the United Nations observer who was smiling, the gloomy looking Tate, and the poker-faced Reston.

Just as the parties were about to call the negotiation off, Jiang Chen suddenly coughed, took out a thumb-sized bottle from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

The bottle was sealed by a mini cork with transparent and clear liquid inside. The sunshine scattering from outside of the window reflected an oily liquid inside.

”What's this?” Tate glanced at the bottle, picked it up, and put it close to his nose.

”Something to make all of us go back to the negotiation table.”

Jiang Chen spoke as he put his cell phone onto the table and then looked at Reston with a smile.