The Frenchman walked out of the National Palace.
He glanced back...
His eyes undisguisedly showing disdain for Arturo Desena.
"Boss, are we really going to work with them?"
The subordinate standing beside asked in a low voice, hesitated for a moment, his expression somewhat conflicted, like a chrysanthemum, "Mexicans are not easy to deal with."
The Frenchman's face darkened, squinting his eyes, "And Frenchmen are easy to deal with, huh?"
"We're protecting our interests, Mark, you must know that if we establish a foothold in Haiti, the straight-line distance between Florida and Haiti is about 700 kilometers, and it can completely become our enclave."
He paused for a moment, "Or in other words, we can threaten the United States here!"
Nobody wants to be the underling, especially the self-proclaimed "French Empire," the French, they have ambitions too, though they were beaten badly in WWII, they also have grand aspirations.
To make France great again.
