The Prime Minister looked at the people in front of him, knowing he had no choice left, he slowly said, "Alright, send representatives to Mexico City and make contact with Victor to discuss cooperation matters. But remember, don’t appear too eager; we still have a little dignity left."

Meanwhile, in Sarah Kent’s office in Liverpool, the atmosphere was completely different.

On the office wall hung a map of the English local elections, with five seats marked in red standing out prominently. These were the seats the "English Congress" had secured in this election, marking their formal entry into the local Parliament for the first time.

Sarah Kent sat behind her desk, looking at the election results in front of her, a long-lost smile appearing on her face. Allen stood by her side, holding a new plan: "This election victory has greatly expanded our influence. Now, many citizens in Liverpool support us, and we can use this momentum to push for local constitutional reform and demand more autonomy."

"Also, news from London indicates that the Prime Minister faces a cabinet coup; they have already begun considering collaboration with Mexico," Allen added. "This is a great opportunity for us to put pressure on London to devolve more power."

Sarah nodded, a glint of determination in her eyes:

"That’s right, we can’t stop now. Notify branches in various regions to start organizing public petitions demanding that London initiate constitutional reforms to grant more autonomy to local areas. Also, make contact with McTavish in Scotland to see if we can establish a cooperative relationship. After all, we share common goals and both want to free ourselves from London’s control."

Allen nodded and turned to make arrangements. Sarah walked to the window and looked out at the streets of Liverpool, where many citizens were marching with signs reading "English Autonomy" and chanting slogans. She knew that this struggle had only just begun and that the corruption of London had awakened more and more people, with the future of England ultimately needing to be in the hands of the English themselves.

Scotland, Edinburgh, Holyrood Palace.

McTavish sat behind his desk, looking at the letter of intent in front of him, a satisfied smile on his face. This letter of intent had just been sent from Mexico, agreeing to assist Scotland in forming a digital security force and to establish Europe’s first quantum communication base station in Scotland as a pilot for digital infrastructure.

Calum McDonald stood by his side, holding an economic report of Scotland: "Once Mexico’s technology and funds are in place, our digital infrastructure and energy development can rapidly progress. It is anticipated that Scotland’s GDP could grow by over 5% next year, which is very important for consolidating our position."

"Additionally, John MacLean has informed us that there has been a breakthrough in Ramirez’s interrogation," Calum added. "Ramirez revealed that the Eastern Europe clue of ’Skull and Snake’ points to a private military company in the Black Sea called ’Black Sea Wolf,’ with indications of the CIA’s involvement. They have been using ’Skull and Snake’ to create chaos, attempting to thwart Mexico’s rise."

McTavish’s expression immediately darkened: "The CIA? So it is them. It seems the conflict between Mexico and the United States is beyond reconcilable. Although there is risk in siding with Mexico, it is also the only way forward."

After pausing, he continued, "Tell John MacLean to keep investigating the ’Black Sea Wolf’ leads and report any developments promptly. Simultaneously, strengthen cooperation with Mexico and quickly complete the formation of the digital security force to enhance our military capabilities. After all, in such chaotic times, power speaks."

Calum nodded and turned to make arrangements. McTavish walked to the window and looked out at Edinburgh Castle, where Scotland’s blue and white cross flag fluttered in the wind. He knew Scotland’s path to independence would not be smooth, with London’s schemes and America’s pressure lying in wait, but standing with Mexico would give Scotland confidence and a future.

Democratic Republic of Congo, Eastern Mine Area, Mexican Cobalt Mining Base.

Captain Gals stood on the high ground of the mining base, looking at the bustling scene below, a hint of satisfaction on his face. At the mining base, large mining equipment was operating, workers went about their tasks methodically, and several trucks loaded with cobalt ore slowly exited the base, heading toward the port.

Since the last cave stronghold was destroyed, the Gals Squad had tracked down the escaping truck and intercepted missiles and some radioactive materials, leading to a clue about the ’Black Sea Wolf’. Meanwhile, the Mexican Company and the Congo Government Army signed a cooperation agreement, securing exclusive cobalt mining rights, with the Gals Squad responsible for the base’s security.

Just a few days ago, local anti-government armed forces attempted to attack the mining base but were easily repelled by the Gals Squad. The anti-government forces, poorly equipped, were no match for the well-trained and well-equipped Gals Squad, who routed them in just half an hour, leaving dozens of bodies behind as they fled in disarray.

"Captain, a representative of the Congo Government Army has arrived, wanting to discuss joint patrols," a soldier approached Captain Gals and reported.