700 million US Dollars!
There's no oil over there, the U.S. Military definitely won't go.
Either they keep starving to death or get taken over by the "Anti-American Alliance" as a strategic location, the Haitians have no choice, nor can they make one.
Meanwhile, Victor, working late into the night in Mexico City, yawned and was about to rest when the phone on the desk rang.
"Sir, there's a request from the United States to speak with you."
"Put it through."
"Okay!"
Beep Beep Beep~
Victor frowned, wondering who would call him so late at night, instead of sleeping.
After a few rings, a mature and steady voice appeared on the line, "Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Victor, I'm Carter."
!!!!
Victor straightened up, "Hello, sir, congratulations on becoming the new President of the United States."
