บท 273: Chapter 241: Is a 7.62mm Bullet Harder or a Skull Harder?

August 13, 1990, American Time.

Mexico City. Outside the Senate.

The senators, carrying briefcases, greeted each other and inquired about the content of the meeting as they walked toward the building in groups.

No one wanted to give up their power, even if Cuauhtémoc was a puppet, he was still a puppet with influence.

"Victor, no matter what you do, just don't mess with his interests."

With the President's arrow shot, a mighty host appeared to meet the call.

Senators from neighboring states hurried over eagerly.

The Speaker of the Senate, seated above, glanced at Cuauhtémoc below, who was wearing glasses and looking down, flipping through the documents in front of him.

He then took in the sight of the senators who were settling in their seats, whispering to one another like a bustling marketplace.

"Quiet!"

He knocked on the table above, and the senators below instantly sat up straight, their chatter stopping at once.