"The Frankberg People's Liberation Front announced their support for the government in exile led by former Deputy Prime Minister Evelyn. The leader of the rebels, Franz, claimed that 10,000 Frankberg people have joined their ranks and will be armed to protest against the New Choice Party's vote in favor of the EU integration process and the disregard for the interests of their people."
"Evelyn, who was in exile in Russia, said in an interview that the tragedy at the 7th Institute in Bava was not an accident. Under Peter's connivance, Frankberg has begun to rot internally. The New Choice Party is not the government of the people, but the government of the big consortia and big entrepreneurs. Every Frankberg should stand up against this tyrant … "
Leaning on the sofa, Jiang Chen enjoyed the gentle massage of Ayesha's small hands on his shoulders while watching CNN's report on the incident in Bava. When he saw the scene of the 7th Institute filled with gunpowder, he couldn't help but smile.
The conceit of power and the fanaticism of the Golden Apple would sooner or later bring him and the empire he built to the grave. Of course, without Celestial Trade and Russia behind the scenes, the revolution of the rebels wouldn't have progressed so smoothly.
So far, everything was going according to plan.
Scandal alone may bring down Peter, but it couldn't hurt Carmen Rothschild's skin. Long before the first gunshot, Ghost Agents had already investigated that the parent company of the "7th Institute", Bava Pharmaceutical, had no direct equity relationship with Rothschild Bank, but was controlled by a shell company. The legal representative lived abroad for many years, and the police couldn't even find him, let alone hold him accountable.
If everything went according to plan, after this slap, Carmen's next step would be to amend the Assembly Restriction Act and the Anti-Terrorism Law to facilitate the dispatch of private troops to wipe out the rebels. But as a result, the support rate of the New Choice Party, already unpopular, would also fall to the bottom, pushing the already fierce contradictions in Frankberg to a new peak.
"According to the agreement, the rebels handed over the prisoners of Arrow to us. Guinevere used the truth-telling serum to interrogate Arrow's training base on the Finnish border and provided it to the Russian Security Service's informant in Berlin according to your instructions. "
"Very good, then it's up to Russia's choice," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
The scene on the television had already changed to the police using tear gas to forcibly clear the area. Western reporters seemed to have a special interest in reporting such scandals. It was unknown if the reporter was hit by a stick in the chaos, but the camera forcibly zoomed in on the faces of the German policemen.
Now the whole world was waiting for Frankberg to make a decision. But in the face of media interviews, Peter, who won the election with a tough and far-right image, now behaved like a furious clown. Apart from denouncing and slandering the Resistance Army's declaration and domestic opposition, he could not think of any practical and effective way to end this chaos.
"What about us?" Ayesha tilted her head.
"Us? We just need to bide our time. "Jiang Chen smiled.
"Don't you need to do anything?" Ayesha was confused.
"We don't need to do anything. Our specters only need to hide in the dark and wait for the right moment to strike the enemy. Now it's the Russians' home ground. It's enough to let them attract the firepower … Of course, it's not completely unrelated to us. Our two orbital airborne brigades in Donetsk will find an opportunity to create a great victory on the eastern front and completely burn the fire under their noses. "
Looking at the confident expression on Jiang Chen's face, Ayesha smiled and leaned over to kiss his ear. She said softly, "Let's eat first. Breakfast is ready. It's going to get cold if you don't eat now."
"Mhmm, I'm going now."
Feeling the warmth in his ear, Jiang Chen smiled, turned his head, and kissed her on the cheek. He lifted the remote control to turn off the TV, got up from the sofa, and walked to the kitchen with Ayesha's waist.
…
In the afternoon, Jiang Chen took the time to return to the apocalypse and brought back the supplies for this quarter.
With the development of NAC, the supplies that he needed to transport from the modern world became less and less. The three Gardens of Eden were enough to support the consumption of survivors in Wanghai, and the surplus food could be exported to other survivor settlements.
In the past, he mainly transported canned food and compressed biscuits to the apocalypse, but now he mainly brought rare earth metals that were more difficult to obtain on the wasteland, as well as iron and aluminum ore that could not sustain the consumption of the Sixth Street through waste recycling alone.
After stacking the last container into the empty warehouse, Jiang Chen let out a long sigh, raised his arm to wipe his forehead out of habit, and walked out the door. The guards waiting on both sides of the warehouse saluted and followed him into the military jeep behind Jiang Chen.
Because a new research institute was built in the backyard of the mansion, the warehouse that was originally used to store "transport supplies" was demolished. Now the warehouse was built outside the wall of the Fishbone base. On the one hand, it was convenient for transportation, on the other hand, it was because few people would go there, so it could serve as a cover.
"You're done already?" With her arm on the steering wheel, Sun Jiao smiled at Jiang Chen in the passenger seat.
Because it was time to rest, she was wearing the clothes Jiang Chen brought from the modern world. Because the smile was too bright, Jiang Chen had the illusion that the person in front of him was a city girl, and he was in the modern world.
But he quickly realized that Sun Jiao left him with a unique impression. Even if she was wearing a city girl's clothing, it was hard for him to connect Sun Jiao with the city girls.
"Are you thinking about something rude?" Sun Jiao's smile was even brighter, but Jiang Chen couldn't help but shiver.
"Ahem, absolutely not. Don't be so suspicious, my dear."
"Then I want to hear you compliment me, like this dress is very … very fitting." With a smirk, Sun Jiao moved closer.
"It's perfect."
Jiang Chen didn't lie. His clear eyes were full of sincerity.
Sun Jiao's face began to turn red, and her head that moved closer slowly retracted. She had been intimate with him countless times and tried all kinds of positions, but she still didn't seem to be very good at dealing with Jiang Chen's "sweet talk".
She rubbed the hair on her temples with her index finger and thumb, then coughed hard to hide her unintentionally exposed shyness in the roar of the engine.
Driving on the main road of the base, Jiang Chen looked at the scenery along the way through the window and casually chatted with Sun Jiao about the current situation of the base.
"Have you started to prepare for winter?"
"The earlier the better. Last year's heavy snow was too impressive." Looking at the cloudless sky outside the window, Sun Jiao lazily yawned and said, "The Holy Shield system hasn't been repaired yet. If there are no accidents, we won't be able to make it this year … Is the Guardian Sect really okay? I always feel like they are taking their time. Is it really that difficult to repair a shield? "
Today was a rare day with good weather. It was rare to see such clear clouds on the wasteland. The yellow-green light and gray radiation dust, as well as the zombies and Death Claws among the ruins, were the norm on the wasteland. However, with the establishment of the NAC, all this gradually drifted away from the survivors.
"It should still be quite difficult. And it's not good for them to slack off. We won't provide them with winter supplies for free. If it's not repaired this year, they can only freeze in Shangjing. "Jiang Chen smiled.
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