There was a farce at the airport, and the fake "Alfonso" almost fought with his relatives who came to greet him. However, what surprised "Alfonso" was that the Presidential Guard could still control the scene and pulled him and his entourage into a special car and took him away.

Seeing that "Alfonso" was taken away, Suzano, who was already enthusiastic, immediately lowered his face. The members of the family who came to pick him up stood around him, whispering to discuss how to deal with it.

"This kid seems a little wrong. I originally wanted to have a good chat with him in advance. If we could get his support, we would be 80% sure of our actions. But who knew he would make such a fuss?" Suzano frowned with a look of doubt, "Can he did it on purpose, right?"

Kunk, who was about to fight with 'Alfonso', came out and said, "Uncle Suzano, what are you talking about? You shouldn't have stopped me just now, let me teach that bastard a lesson."

Suzano shook his head and did not answer Kunk's question. He continued to say to himself: "Which of our patriarch has become a zombie. He has become cold and ruthless and no longer puts the interests of our family members first. This time he recalled Alfonso, and I always feel that we are in trouble."

The people who picked up the plane were silent, and they also had the problem of helplessness. Incredible decided to support President Diago who became a zombie, but members of the Diago family did not think so. No one liked his boss, who was a zombie who had lost human feelings and was particularly good at calculating.

"Alfonso" was sitting in the presidential car that came to pick him up. The road outside the window was dilapidated, the buildings collapsed, and the bottom of the society, which was not covered in clothes, was swaying on the roadside. Many people were as thin as firewood, and they were shaking when walking, and the whole city was in a depressed state.

After the catastrophe, Mexico did not suffer many nuclear bombs. This country used to have a population of more than 100 million, and its industrial and agricultural facilities were actually preserved quite intact, but it can only be said that the management is too incompetent.

Although the chaos of the catastrophe is serious, Mexico has at least 60 to 70 million, or even nearly 100 million, survived. However, after the nuclear winter and the chaotic and depressed government's inaction for two years, there are still 30 million, which is the only one that God has opened his eyes.

Such a good place, God will suffer the consequences!

The convoy entered the Mexican urban area and drove to the Plaza de Constitution. The streets were full of soldiers carrying live ammunition. From time to time, gunfire sounds could be heard. It was probably the chaos in society. It was the first time that "Alfonso" came to this place, and he was inevitably curious.

Mexico City has a long history and there are many ancient buildings in the city. Plaza Constitution is the center of the city, with the National Cathedral and the National Palace where the president works.

The National Palace is a typical Spanish stone building. It is a square central courtyard with a wide space, but the gray stone walls and columns exude a decayed atmosphere.

After strict security checks, "Alfonso" walked into the palace building. The corridor inside it was covered with murals, but the murals were moldy, which made people feel uncomfortable. Even the guards here lacked vitality.

When "Alfonso" got off the plane, he was told by the President's Guard that President Diago would see him immediately. He was taken to the gate at the end of a corridor of the National Palace. The guard at the door went in to report and quickly pushed the gate open.

The space behind the door is very large, but the inside is empty. A large office desk is placed in the middle, and behind the table is a hooded robe..., a zombie.

The room was very cold, and it could be seen that the atmosphere was depressing. The soldiers of the Presidential Guard were all stern, like living dead people. The zombies in the room slowly raised their heads, revealing their shriveled lips and sunken cheeks, and said hoarsely: "Alfonso, come in."

This is not the first time that the fake "Alfonso" has seen a zombie. There are still quite a few zombies under his command. However, the zombie in front of him still makes him feel a little uncomfortable and is particularly vulnerable. He hesitated for a few seconds and walked in slowly.

The door quickly closed with a clang, and "Alfonso" turned around and looked behind him, not understanding why a president wanted to live in such a place? Although the zombie scholars under him destroyed human feelings, they did not have any desires and demands, but instead invested more energy in scientific research.

The zombie president in the room regarded the performance of "Alfonso" as fear. He waved his dry palm and pointed to a sofa in front of his desk and said, "Sit there, I want to have a good chat with you."

The sofa was soft, but the sofa alone in the wide office looked too abrupt. After sitting down, "Alfonso" didn't even have a place to lean on his legs. He looked left and right in boredom, and looked around.

"Alfonso, I was surprised by your recent performance." said the Zombie President.

"Is that true?" Alfonso shrugged, "My President, you surprised me too."

"I am my father, you should use a respectful title to me."

"I don't think so. God knows who you are? I've never seen you like a dead person before."

While speaking boldly, ‘Alfonso’ muttered in his heart: Your illegitimate son Alfonso has long died, I just wore a fake with an exquisite human skin mask.

The zombie president seemed not angry at the retort of "Alfonso". He hummed and said, "I know what you are thinking, but you are more honest than your uncles and brothers. They are obviously afraid and hate me, but they all have to smile at me."

"I had already met them when I got off the plane. What a bunch of hypocritical guys!" Alfonso complained.

Hahaha… The zombie president giggled, “They are really hypocritical, too hypocritical. That’s why I’m calling you to Mexico City.”

‘Alfonso’ opened his mouth and said thoughtfully: “You summoned me here for war bonds? Or you didn’t take back the issuance rights of war bonds back to the central government, but you had expected this situation long ago. Want to let me fight against the stubborn forces in the family?”

‘Alfonso’ raised his head and looked at the zombie president. The skeleton-like president smiled again, and he promised directly: “I will give you a chance to be vice president and be the first heir to the presidency. How about it?”

fuk!

Use me as a gun!

If it was just the real Governor Alfonso, it would be just a gun that was thrown away after being used. But what about the person in front of him...

"I think you must have said something similar to that fool Giris, right? You arranged for him to inspect the country in the hope that he could create a foundation outside as an auxiliary." "Alfonso" shook his head and instantly understood the cause and effect of almost everything.

"Giris failed my expectations. He is very talented, but his personality is too weak." The zombie president nodded in approval at Alfonso, "Child, why didn't I find you so smart in the past?"

Because I am not a dead ghost Alfonso at all!

"Did you agree? This opportunity to control the overall situation is not often available."

"Yes, but I have a condition. Who will take over the bonds in my hands? I want to sell them, but I can't do anything without money."

If you want money to die, you really want money to die!
Chapter completed!