If it was a few years ago, maybe I would be the one standing on top.
Jiang Chen grinned as he looked at the illustration below the headline of the Xin Daily. The power armor standing on the deck of the aircraft carrier.
If it was before, he would definitely not let go of this opportunity to show off.
But now …
He felt a little uninterested.
These opportunities to show off should be left to the young people.
Although this sentence came out of his mouth when he was not even thirty years old, it didn't seem very convincing …
The Xin Daily, which was founded by Celestial Trade, was equivalent to the Washington Daily in the UA. Under normal circumstances, 80% of the news in Xin could be traced back to this newspaper.
It was precisely because of this that the Xin Daily was equivalent to the wind vane of the entire Xin news industry.
War needed heroes.
Compared to reporting the cruel side of war, it was better to focus more on heroes and the glorious deeds of heroes. This allowed the public to temporarily stop thinking about deeper issues. Even the most radical leftists and pacifists would not choose to stand out at this time.
If someone really did this.
Being beaten black and blue would be considered a light punishment.
In just two days, Future Group, Celestial Trade, Xin Presidential Palace, and the parliament worked together to create more than 20 war heroes through various media channels.
For example, Luo Zheng standing on the deck, or the Han soldiers who placed the flag on the Statue of Liberty and the Lincoln Memorial, or the Slavic pilots with the highest number of crashes (electronic pilots were not included in the statistics), or …
If one looked closely, it was not difficult to find that the color, race, and cultural circles of these heroes who were widely reported by newspapers, television, and online media basically matched the population composition of Xin.
Everyone could share the glory that belonged to them equally from this war.
Compared to the young man who didn't know anything many years ago, Jiang Chen felt that he was more and more adept at dealing with these political, economic, and military issues.
Of course, for him to have today's status, his capable subordinates also contributed greatly.
After roughly flipping through the content of the Xin Daily, Jiang Chen picked up another foreign newspaper. He didn't expect to see a picture that made him laugh on the first page.
On the cover of France's "Le Monde", an Asian man was sitting cross-legged on a nuclear bomb with stars and stripes drawn on it. Below the nuclear bomb was the fragmented territory of the United States, as well as the burning Lincoln Memorial and the Statue of Liberty.
Jiang Chen noticed that the French artist who drew this cartoon also drew a mustache under his nose.
"Interesting."
Jiang Chen laughed. Although he knew that the French media was mocking him, he didn't take the picture to heart.
Contrary to the Xin media, foreign media seemed to be more interested in him than who blew up the torch of the Statue of Liberty and who ascended the Lincoln Memorial. Even if he had deliberately reduced the number of public appearances over the years, this "interest" seemed to be increasing.
Just as Jiang Chen was about to read the French's comments on him, a call from New Moon Island rang on his watch.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen pressed the answer button and asked casually.
"Morgan has been caught. He was on a cruise to the UK," Ivan replied immediately, "He is now on our nuclear submarine."
"Very well, send him to South Colombia first and let him stay there for a few days."
"Okay, don't we need to bring him back?" Ivan asked.
"No need. When this war is over, the judge will try him. There is no need to bring him to Xin." After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "By the way, what about Rockefeller? Did you find him? "
"When we arrived at his mansion in Queens, he was already missing," Ivan replied. Ivan replied, "Now our people are pursuing him with the cooperation of the Ghost Agents. There should be results soon."
"Do as you see fit. I only care about the results."
Just as they were talking, there was a knock on the door.
While saying "come in", Jiang Chen briefly learned about the situation in North America from Ivan, then he hung up the phone and looked at Ayesha, who gently pushed the door open and walked to his side. He smiled.
"Did Rockefeller find him?"
Ayesha shook her head gently.
"Trump found him."
Jiang Chen paused for a moment and put down the newspaper in his hand.
He frowned and thought for a moment, then asked.
"Where did you find him?"
"On a small island in the South Pacific, about two hundred nautical miles from French Polynesia, close to the Cook Islands," Ayesha said.
Although the war between Xin and the UA broke out, Xin's search for the wreckage of Air Force One did not stop. A military observation satellite was dedicated to the search. A team of about fifty observers, with the assistance of AI, compared the satellite images of the entire Pacific Ocean one by one.
Of course, these searches were not launched for Trump, but for the black box on Air Force One. In Jiang Chen's follow-up plan, this black box played a very important role. As for whether Trump was dead or alive …
In fact, it did not affect him much.
"French Polynesia? Fu * k, he's quite lucky. "
After listening to Ayesha's words, Jiang Chen couldn't help but exclaim.
If he remembered correctly, Air Force One disappeared in the radar blind zone between the Mariana Islands and Wake Island. Not to mention, one location was in the northern hemisphere, and the other was in the southern hemisphere. Even if they did not encounter sharks along the way, the probability of survival was pitiful …
Not to mention that they were both in their seventies.
"Do you want to get rid of him?" Ayesha said softly, and a cold murderous intent flashed in her gentle tone.
If Jiang Chen needed to, she didn't even mind going there in person.
Jiang Chen leaned against the chair and thought for a long time.
Ayesha stood there quietly, waiting for his order.
About five minutes later, Jiang Chen suddenly turned on the holographic screen of his watch and called Dr. Amos, who was at the Special Projects Research Institute in Celestial City. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he went straight to the point.
"Stop the synthetic human project first."
"Stop?" Dr. Amos took a moment to process and couldn't help but say, "But I'm about to succeed …"
Without discussing with him, Jiang Chen repeated his order and hung up the phone.
"Back to the question just now, don't do it for the time being …" Jiang Chen looked at Ayesha, then his index finger gently tapped on the armrest of the chair. After a pause, he continued, "Prepare a helicopter for me, we're leaving now."
"Okay." Ayesha nodded, "Where are we going?"
"Coconut Island, my Droplet is parked there. Arrange your work for the next two days in advance. Accompany me on a long trip."
"Before deciding what to do with him, I plan to spend some time talking to him."
"About the future of the UA."
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