Chapter 330: I Want to Go Home
Unlike the first time that he arrived in Tehran, Alex did not need to take the long route through Iraq via Iranian backed militias. Rather, his private jet secured clearance for a landing in Tehran’s airport. Where he was, much to his surprise, greeted by several members of the Iranian armed forces who appeared to be mid-level officers.
These men, while surprised that Alex was a white man, and not a latino like they expected him to be due to his ties to Los Zetas, were nothing but friendly with the man. After all, Iran was a heavily sanctioned state, and the Zetas had a lot of money.
The fact that the Zetas were wanting to spend billions of dollars on military equipment in order to properly prepare their forces for a potential invasion by the United States Armed Forces was nothing but a win-win-win scenario for the Iranian government.
Thus Alex was greeted like a close friend and ally of the Iranian military, despite not such a formal alliance being established between Iran and Los Zetas. There was a translator present to make sure that Alex understood what these men were saying. The language that Farsi was translated to was Spanish.
“Welcome, esteemed representative of Los Zetas. We are glad to welcome you to the city of Tehran, and understand your intentions for visiting are regards to the sale of military weaponry. If you will follow us, we will escort you to your hotel where you will be staying for the duration of your visit.”
Alex was not one to stand on ceremony, and because of this, he was quite blunt, and brief with his response.
“Very well… Lead the way.”
Though the Iranian officers looked at Alex as if he was quite rude, they remembered that he was officially a lieutenant of the notorious Drug Queen La Madre, and thus likely had a lack of proper diplomatic etiquette. Thus, they decided to let this slight issue slide, and instead guided Alex to the armored limousine that would take him to his hotel.
“Apologies if this is inconsiderate, but are you originally from Mexico?”
Not wanting to be caught in any lies, and thus cause mistrust to the Iranian regime who he wanted to get on the good side of, or more specifically, Jasmine’s father. Alex decided to be truthful, to an extent.
“No, I’m originally from the United States, but I got roped into working for La Madre as a sicario a year ago, and have risen to become her personal attendant since. Relax, I have no loyalty to my home country, if that’s what you’re worried about.
If I did, I wouldn’t be a member of the Cartel now, would I? Besides, there is something you don’t realize, but there are quite a few Mexicans who could pass as Europeans. After all, the land was colonized by Spain centuries ago, and many of their descendants still have relatively pure Iberian blood.”
Though it was shocking for Alex to be from the United States, after all the USA was Iran’s sworn enemy. They had already confirmed with La Madre herself Alex’s ties to the Cartel. And thus, the Iranian officers who were dispatched to act as Alex’s escort did not suspect that he was an American spy.
Alex would continue to make small talk with the Iranian officials until they arrived at the hotel. Which luckily for him was the same hotel he stayed at prior to the rewriting of the Manga’s narrative. This meant that Jasmine was most likely working the front desk, allowing him to make a second attempt at a first impression on the woman.
And luckily enough, this was the case. Jasmine was working the front desk where Alex approached her. He decided not to lay it on too thick this time around, nor to deceive the woman, knowing the extent of her capabilities. Instead, he just wanted to check in properly.
Jasmine looked at Alex as a foreigner and immediately judged him as someone she did not like. Particularly because he was obviously from the degenerate West which her people were fighting against. Still, she tried to conceal her distrust of the man as she welcomed him to the hotel.
“Welcome, can I help you check in sir?”
Alex nodded his head and gave the young woman his credit card, which she used to charge him for the room. After which she handed him a room key and his room number. To which Alex thanked her.
“Thank you for your assistance.”
Surprisingly, Alex did not hit on the woman as she expected him to do. Instead, she showed her some respect and courtesy before walking off to his hotel room. Where Alex immediately checked it for bugs and found that there were indeed cameras and microphones hidden within the room.
This was a problem for Alex. Because it meant that he would not have the privacy to teleport to Korea, the United States, or Mexico to spend the night with one of his many women. Which gave Alex a frightening realization. And that was the fact that until he had conquered Jasmine and won over her father. He would effectively be celibate….
When Alex realized this, he could not help but feel an intense sense of panic, which he expressed aloud with a voice full of anxiety. Confusing the agents who were monitoring his actions within his bedroom as he did so.
“I want to go home…”
This remark would be entirely ignored by the Iranian officials, as it seemed to be a one off thing. As for Alex’s itinerary during his stay in Tehran. He would meet with Iranian officials for breakfast the following morning, where they would begin the negotiations regarding the sale of military equipment to Los Zetas.