Just as Sarkozy and Drake were secretly discussing vicious tricks in their manor in the western suburbs of Frankfurt, Messi, wearing a top hat covering his face and wearing a trench coat and casual clothes, hurriedly walked out of an old-fashioned apartment building, when an inconspicuous old-fashioned Volkswagen stopped in front of him, and the man in the trench coat did not stop, but opened the door and sat down

"General" started with the vehicle, Captain Riquelme of the Argentine Air Force who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at General Messi sitting in the back through the rearview mirror in the car, and found that his face was a little gloomy, and a pair of eyebrows couldn't help but twist tightly a few times, and then hit the steering wheel, and after turning the corner of a block, he continued to ask with concern:

"Look at your face is not too good, could it be that the American Jew also rejected your request!"

"That's not true, he agreed very happily!" Messi said lightly.

"In that case, how do you?"

"It's nothing!" Before Riquelme finished speaking, Messi took the words, and then took off the top hat on his head, and the thick eyebrows that had already wrinkled into the word "Chuan" hidden in the brim also appeared at this moment, and then Messi exhaled slightly and continued:

"I'm just weighing in!"

"Weigh?" Riquelme, who was driving the car, was a little confused, he had no idea what the general was weighing, and when they came here to meet the American Jewish arms dealer named Blomberg, his commander was not sure that he could negotiate, but he was not so worried.

Now that a deal has been reached on a large number of arms such as aerial bombs and artillery shells, even if you jump up without excitement, it should not be the scene you are looking at now, when you are puzzled. Riquelme wanted to open his mouth to continue asking, but as soon as his words came to his mouth, General Messi behind him preemptively asked a somewhat irrelevant matter:

"By the way, what did Lu Jiadong tell you last night, especially when it comes to the French side. What the hell did he say!"

"This" Riquelme didn't expect Messi to ask such a question, so he couldn't help but pause, but quickly reacted:

"As I reported to you last night, we only talked about the introduction of missiles and the modification of the delivery river, of course, they are all assumptions and plans, after all, these high-tech weapons still need permission from China, at that time Lu Jiadong said to give us the exact news this morning."

As he spoke, Riquelme raised his arm and looked at the watch in his hand. The brows that had just been soothed tightened a few times again, and his face suddenly became annoyed:

"Well, what time is this, why is there no sign of the Chinese side contacting us? They will not and cannot withstand the pressure of the British, refuse to impose an arms embargo on us, in the end, the Americans can withstand the pressure, and the Americans are Americans."

"Americans?" Riquelme was halfway through his words, and General Messi, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't help but smile indescribably wry:

"The audacity of the Americans is great, but it seems to me. It would be nice to have half of the Chinese!"

"General, what do you mean" Riquelme stared in the rearview mirror, looking at General Messi behind him suspiciously. General Messi shook his head with a wry smile, but there was a touch of admiration in his deep eyes:

"China's Lu not only gave me the exact news, but also passed it on to me through Blomberg"

"Ah~~~ Blomberg, how could they" Riquelme couldn't believe his ears, and in shock, he stepped on the gas pedal. Stepping on the brake plate by mistake, the whole car stopped immediately, but at this moment he didn't care so much, but turned around. looked at General Messi behind him incredulously:

"General, are you saying that China's Lu and America's Blomberg are actually in the same camp?"

"That's right!" General Messi nodded: "Even the enemy you deal with is the same!"

"France's Sarkozy?" Riquelme almost blurted out, and General Messi smiled helplessly: "Yes, it's Sarkozy, and they seem to know everything about the plans of the French"

"Ahh

You must know that Sarkozy in France is not a simple person, and all his actions are carried out in secret, how do Lu Jiadong of China and Blomberg of the United States know? Could it be that they are angels sent by God and have the power of prophets?

Riquelme couldn't figure out anything about this, but through this unbelievable situation, he really understood why General Messi's face was so ugly after getting the weapons and equipment he wanted, because Argentina itself was an important part of Sarkozy's plan.

In this case, will China and the United States, which have great powers, already know about this? If this is the case, what measures will they take against Argentina? Will they push Argentina, which has already fallen into international isolation, further into the abyss? In the face of this series of problems, even Riquelme, a fledgling air force captain, is in a cold sweat, not to mention General Messi, who has more inside information and has more far-sighted vision

"I'm not sure if they know about France and us, but I'm sure of one thing!" Messi paused, then continued in an unquestioning tone:

"China's Lu Jiadong is a hundred times more clever than France's Sarkozy, and most importantly, he is more worthy of our trust than Sarkozy, and there is also Blomberg of the United States, although he claims to be a personal act, but how to define the 'personal behavior' of the United States is really elusive. That's why we're going to pivot!"

Listening to General Messi's words, Riquelme couldn't help but nod in agreement

"Looks like it's time to adjust!"

"So, our trade-off is obvious, and as Blomberg told me, we've already turned against the British. Didn't the Consul General of the British Consulate in Germany try to use diplomatic means to stall for time? Then give him a chance, and we'll be waiting for him at Schindler's Café!"

"Schindler's Café?"

"That's right, that's it, since we're chess pieces, let's find a refuge that is more good at chess, otherwise I really don't even know how to die, okay, it's useless to talk more, let's drive!"

"Yes!" Riquelme replied. I started the car again, slammed the steering wheel, and drove towards Schindler's Café, which was not far away

"Messi is also a smart man!" Messi's car just turned around, and on a tall building not far away, Blomberg held a high-powered telescope in his hand, looking at the direction of Messi's car, a satisfied smile flashed in his uninhibited eyes, and then turned his head. Said to an assistant beside him:

"Tell them that they're ready to act!" Blomberg raised his telescope again, looked at the distant landscape, moved his lips, and muttered with pity:

"Poor Sarkozy, why do you have to provoke Lu?

"Knock~~~"

About half an hour later. At the British Consulate General in Frankfurt, Germany, the door of the office of the Consul General ******** was knocked on by his assistant

"Please come in!"

"Mr. Consul, the Argentine side has just sent a message that Lieutenant General Messi, a senior military junta official in Frankfurt, is willing to meet with you. Negotiate a diplomatic solution!"

"Oh?" ********, who was attached to the desk to review the documents, immediately got up when he heard this, took three steps and two steps to the assistant, took the message in his hand, glanced at it a few times, and suddenly a smug smile appeared on his face:

"Haha~~ A weak country is a weak country, and if you are a little frightened, you are ready to give in, but this is fine, if you can really use diplomatic means to solve it, then I will definitely create a miracle in the history of diplomacy in the 20th century, even if you can't, it can also give the Royal Navy enough time to deploy, you will prepare us immediately, and this will pass"

"Okay!" the assistant answered, and was about to go out to prepare, but before he could turn around, the ******** stopped him, and solemnly instructed:

"Be sure to keep it a secret!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two hours later, at the hotel where the Chinese military-industrial delegation was staying, Hu Qinghua looked at Lu Jiadong worriedly: "Jiadong, will you let me go? I look quite similar to you, they can't recognize me!"

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get a tiger, besides, you haven't really entered the tiger's den!" Lu Jiadong smiled faintly, and after speaking, he strode out of the main entrance of the hotel, opened the car door and sat on, just as the vehicle started, on the top of a tall building not far away, a pair of evil eyes were watching Lu Jiadong's every move

"The target appears, the action begins!"

The moment this sentence was transmitted through the radio waves of the high-frequency intercom, a silent storm had quietly arisen (to be continued). )

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