207: Chapter 207 Friendship Treaty

In the Los Angeles City Hall.

Commander Yan Luo and his party sat upright on the right side, where the flag of the Dragon Kingdom stood.

Sitting opposite them was General Octagon and his party; although they were also wearing military uniforms, both their complexions and their morale were very low.

Because this was a surrender ceremony.

The global media outside was just waiting for both sides to reach an agreement, ready to rush in and take photos to witness this historic moment.

Before the surrender ceremony, there was a "Friendship Treaty."

Article One of the treaty: Compensate the Dragon Kingdom with gold worth four trillion United States dollars.

Article Two: Hand over all documents regarding the cooperation between the United States and the aliens.

Article Three: Cede Alaska.

Article Four: No further suppression of Chinese people.

Article Five: Free navigation for the Dragon Kingdom in the airspace of the United States.

Article Six: Abolish the United States dollar as the global currency and replace it with the Renminbi.

Article Seven: Abolish evil organizations such as the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Article Eight: Dissolve the Five Eyes Alliance.

Article Nine: Make a written commitment to global media to never seek hegemony.

Article Ten: Return one-third of the land of the United States to the Indigenous Peoples.

... Article Twenty-One: Erect at least one Dragon Flag at the entrance of every municipal government building in every state.

"This is just too excessive!"

A senior staff officer from the Pentagon, after opening this Friendship Treaty, was trembling all over with rage.

Humiliation. Humiliation! It is simply a monstrous humiliation!

Especially this four trillion United States dollars, which corresponds exactly to the four hundred million people of the United States, with each person carrying a debt of ten thousand—it is even more of a humiliation.

If this treaty is signed! Then... the United States will really be worse off than a third-rate country.

"We can provide compensation, and we can hand over the alien documents, but if the status of the United States dollar as the global currency is also abolished, then how are we supposed to pay the compensation?"

General Octagon also frowned.

Gold worth four trillion United States dollars cannot be achieved just by printing money. Even if we scoured the whole country, we might not be able to scrape it together. We have to pay it back slowly! But if the United States dollar loses its status as the global currency, when on earth will we ever finish paying it back?

"The deadline can be extended to 99 years," Commander Yan Luo said with a smile.

What is required is gold worth four trillion United States dollars, not four trillion United States dollars. The current United States dollar is depreciating all the way and will be worthless in the future. Therefore, gold is a must. Of course, there cannot be that much gold, so it can be repaid slowly. The debt can be extended to a century later.

"Commander Yan Luo, you are asking the United States to shoulder a century of debt!" General Octagon sighed mournfully.

Although he knew the Dragon Kingdom would not let them off easily, at this very moment, when it truly came time to sign, he still hesitated.

Commander Yan Luo's expression was solemn: "You no longer have the qualifications to bargain with us from a position of strength. Think back to the Eight-Nation Alliance from a century ago; it is simply that the tables have turned, and now it is your turn to lie on the chopping block, at the mercy of others."

"If you are unconvinced, you can also endure humiliation for a hundred years, strive for self-improvement, and compete again in the future interstellar era!"

The future interstellar era? General Octagon smiled bitterly.

The United States is inherently a federal nation founded on interests; it came together because of interests and will disperse because of interests.

"We are different from you in the Dragon Kingdom. You are a nation founded on culture; heads can be severed and people can die, but as long as the culture does not disperse, there will eventually be an opportunity to rise again. As for us... we do not have that gene." General Octagon shook his head.

Being able to sit in this position, he knew better than anyone what kind of country this was.

"In that case, then sign it. Success or failure is determined by the outcome; there is no shame in it." Commander Yan Luo tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

The conference room was silent. Under the gaze of everyone, General Octagon finally picked up the fountain pen.

He wrote his name on this Friendship Treaty that was destined to go down in history.

General Octagon stood up and handed the treaty to Commander Yan Luo. Commander Yan Luo took it, reviewed it, and after confirming it was correct, had someone seal the treaty.

Then he instructed his staff officer: "Let the media in; the surrender ceremony officially begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doors opened. Authoritative media from all over the world rushed in. They immediately started snapping photos of everyone in the conference room.

"Hello, Commander Yan Luo, I am from the BBC, which specializes in 'underworld' filters. I would like to ask, what kind of treaty have you signed with the United States? Could you disclose it?" A white man leaned his head in.

Commander Yan Luo glanced at him, held the sealed treaty in front of him, and said: "This is a Friendship Treaty. General Octagon and I have already reached an agreement, and we will have someone release the content of the treaty to the world later."

"By the way, when taking photos, please try to make them look a bit more 'living-world'... Yes, that's right, I'm talking to you, BBC!" Commander Yan Luo stared at the white man and said.

The white reporter from the BBC coughed dryly and quickly promised: "Alright, Commander Yan Luo."

If he didn't make them look more 'living-world,' he worried whether the Dragon Soul would fly into their England airspace.

"Hello, General Octagon, can you represent the Lord of the Black Robe in signing this document that is destined to go down in history?" A reporter from Cherry Blossom Village asked, holding up a microphone.

General Octagon stood up and said: "Of course I can; at this moment, I am the only one who holds military power."

Click, click! The scene was filled with camera flashes, especially directed at the Friendship Treaty.

Finally, after they had taken enough photos, everyone took a group photo. In this group photo, although General Octagon and his party had tried their best to look spirited, under the absolute suppression of momentum, their figures seemed to be a head shorter than Commander Yan Luo's group.

"Alright, everyone, the surrender ceremony is officially over."

"We are returning to the hotel to rest."

"You may continue to interview General Octagon."

After Commander Yan Luo finished speaking, he took his party and prepared to leave the City Hall. As for the photos of the scene and the content of the treaty, he had already instructed his subordinates to release them to the global media.

Commander Yan Luo knew that once these photos and content were released, they would surely cause a sensation. But he did not expect that just as their group walked out of the City Hall, they were blocked head-on by another group of people.

There were dozens of Gene Warriors and mecha units around Commander Yan Luo, and they were about to step forward to clear the crowd. But from within the crowd, a burst of shouting in Chinese suddenly erupted. "You are invaders!"

Commander Yan Luo waved his hand, signaling the Gene Warriors to step back, and then walked out of the protection circle. Only then did he see that this group of people was actually a group of international students from the Dragon Kingdom.

They were currently holding up banners with blood-red Chinese characters written on them about how Commander Yan Luo was an invader. They looked very agitated, holding megaphones and recounting Commander Yan Luo's crimes.

Some media from other countries who had followed them out started filming the scene. They did not expect that, instead of people from the United States holding up banners, there would be protesters from the Dragon Kingdom itself holding up banners.

"Who is the leader?" Commander Yan Luo asked. The crowd quieted down for a moment, and then a girl stood out with a look of righteousness. "Me! Xu Xin!"