In contrast to North America, which was shrouded in darkness, the island in the South Pacific was in the middle of the day.
The natives who lived here lived a monotonous life day after day. Other than dancing around the bonfire and mating, they went fishing on rafts, or picked coconuts and dried them to make a milk product that was like cheese, but much sweeter than cheese.
Trump had gradually become accustomed to life on the island.
Although there was no Twitter, the scenery was not bad. The plane crash had given him many thoughts, not only about life, but also about power, wealth, and family … Things that he couldn't understand before, now he understood them all.
He could roughly guess the cause of this air crash, why he encountered this air crash, and why those people dared to do such a thing. He didn't care about this anymore. He only hoped that those people would let go of his daughter and his Trump Group …
As well as his social media accounts.
As usual, Trump, who did as the Romans do, wore palm leaves, had a big belly, and patrolled his territory with the spear. However, at this moment, the originally calm sea suddenly surged with a string of white foam.
A droplet-shaped submarine slowly floated up from the surface of the sea.
When Trump saw the strangely shaped submarine, his tanned face suddenly turned pale, and he stood there motionlessly.
Although he had a premonition, he didn't expect it to be so soon.
What should come, had finally come …
…
On an island near French Polynesia, Jiang Chen saw Trump wearing palm leaves and almost laughed out loud. Trump didn't know if it was because of his laughter or because he didn't like him in the first place. In short, Trump had a stern face as if he didn't welcome him.
Swish, swish —
A few arrows pierced through the air.
Jiang Chen, who was wearing the N-100 power armor, gently pressed down the rifle in Ayesha's hand that was aimed at the indigenous people, jumped on the beach, and walked in the direction of Trump.
With a sigh, Trump smiled bitterly.
"Can't you let me go?"
"You know that's impossible." Jiang Chen shrugged, looked at Brian standing next to him, raised his eyebrows, and said with interest, "It seems that there is an uninvited guest? Your White House assistant? Or a flight attendant on Air Force One? "
"…" Trump spread his hands and said expressionlessly, "The marshal of the Trump Kingdom, the next heir to the throne."
There was a hint of pleading in her voice.
When Brian walked to Trump's side, he stared at Jiang Chen, and the stone spear in his hand shook dangerously. Although he knew that this thing was completely useless and couldn't even bring him any sense of security, he still held it tightly in his hand.
Although the Pacific Fleet had been destroyed by the typhoon, his intuition told him that the more than a hundred thousand navy soldiers who had died in the stomachs of the fish were most likely related to the man in front of him.
Recalling the days of torrential rain in Colombia, a word that only existed in legends appeared in his mind.
Weather weapon …
It's very sci-fi.
But when he thought of the Holy Shield that had withstood twelve attacks from the Trident, the weather weapon did not seem to be too far from reality.
Jiang Chen ignored Brian, who was dressed like a native, and looked at Trump thoughtfully.
Of course, he could understand the meaning of his words.
It was nothing more than "I'm already more than seventy years old. I was lucky to survive, but I don't think I can live for many years. I have no other pursuits. I just want to spend the rest of my life on this island, and the one next to me also wants to live. He is the next king, can you let us go … "or something like that.
However, since Jiang Chen already found out that he was here, it was impossible for him to agree.
No one could guarantee that this island would never be discovered.
Leaving the president who should have died here would be a hidden danger for the next step of Celestial Trade's plan. That was why Ayesha asked Jiang Chen if she should get rid of him.
"Even if you think someone will replace your position, it doesn't matter?" Jiang Chen asked thoughtfully.
"Take it, take everything I have. Don't bother me anymore. I know I screwed up. They are all respectful in front of people, but behind their backs, they are against me," Trump said nonchalantly. In an almost self-defeating tone, Trump said nonchalantly, "I know you want to laugh at me for being used as a tool. Go ahead. Mike Pence is sitting in the position of the president now. You go to him. I have nothing now, you don't have to care about a little ant like me … "
"Are you sure?" Interrupting Trump's self-deprecating speech, Jiang Chen said with a smile, "You still have your Trump Group, the most beautiful first lady in the UA, and your beautiful daughter. Career, family, or your social media accounts … Do you really think you have nothing but the position of president? "
"What do you mean?" Trump frowned.
"Literally." Jiang Chen walked to Trump's side and said emotionlessly, "If I tell you now that once you give up everything, then everything you have will be replaced by another person … Even so, you are still willing?"
"Oh, my God … Do you still care about my pitiful inheritance?" Trump couldn't believe it, but he couldn't be sure. He said in a trembling voice, "My assets are less than a fraction of yours. Why don't you just let me stay here quietly …"
"Because we need the name Trump." Interrupting Trump's speech, a smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face, and he slowly confessed his original plan, "So we will make a person exactly the same and call it Trump II for the time being. Believe me, with our technology, it is more than enough to do this. "
"You demon." Brian squeezed these words out of his teeth and stared at Jiang Chen. His pupils were filled with horror and disbelief.
He had already guessed what Celestial Trade was planning to do from Jiang Chen's words.
"Well, if I'm a demon, then what are you?"
Jiang Chen didn't look at Brian at all. He just said emotionlessly, "Twelve Tridents, ninety-six nuclear warheads. If you succeed, one million citizens of Xin, and even the 7,600 UA citizens stranded in Xin, will become the victims of your hegemony. There has never been international order in your eyes, and there is no so-called humanitarianism at all, so why are you hypocritically accusing me now? I'm just doing what you did to us in reverse. If I'm a demon, then please tell me, Mr. Brian, what are you? "
Brian was speechless for a moment. After a moment of silence, he reluctantly argued.
"We didn't think about it …"
Jiang Chen smiled and interrupted Brian's words.
"Don't tell me anything. You didn't think that the twelve Tridents could all hit the target. Eleven of them were aimed at Coro City, Ange City, and Penglai City. You just intended to contain our air defense forces, and then focus on the industrial base and the New Moon Island military base to carry out strategic nuclear strikes … Am I right? But you know, this excuse is meaningless. The war has already begun. Let your President Pence go to the International Court of Justice to explain. "
"Is the Pacific Fleet not enough …" Brian said with difficulty.
"Not enough. Not to mention the Pacific Fleet, even if you add the Lincoln Memorial and the Statue of Liberty, it's not enough. You may not know yet, but we have landed in Capital and Nouveau York, and are now moving to the Great Lakes, "Jiang Chen said with a smile," It won't be long before this war is over. "
Brian and Trump were stunned, and their faces were filled with shock and disbelief. They couldn't digest the information in Jiang Chen's words for a while.
Even with the most pessimistic plans, Brian never thought that Celestial Trade had already landed in the UA. Trump was even more disconnected. Since the crash of the Air Force One, he knew nothing about what happened in the international community. Even the news of the Colombian Civil War and the destruction of the Pacific Fleet were all told to him by Brian.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Jiang Chen shook his head, finally looked at Brian, and smiled at him. "Mr. Brian."
"What is it?" Brian subconsciously paused.
In a serious tone, Jiang Chen looked into his eyes and said, "You are a patriot, right?"
"Of course." Brian raised his head slightly and was proud of his answer.
"Very well, then please, for the future of 300 million UA people." Jiang Chen nodded, then suddenly raised the pistol without warning, aimed at Admiral Brian's head, and whispered, "Go to hell."
BANG!
Blood spurted from his forehead, and Brian fell on the beach.
The pungent smell of sulfur spread out, and the ear-piercing gunshots scared the aborigines who were ready to fight at the side. They shouted "God", "fire", "curse", and other unintelligible native languages. They threw away the spears, bows, and arrows in their hands, turned around, and ran away without a trace.
"God! Fu * k! You actually killed him. "Trump retreated in horror," You actually killed him … Do you know who he is? "
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Most likely an officer of the Pacific Fleet who was in distress. I have killed too many people, and it's impossible to get to the bottom of everyone. " Jiang Chen said this nonchalantly, then put the pistol that was still smoking back to his waist. "And, I killed him, so you have a chance to survive, right?"
Trump stared at Jiang Chen, and his chest that was loose due to his obesity heaved up and down. He didn't speak.
"Let's continue to talk about the topic just now." Jiang Chen smiled to ease the atmosphere, then continued, "Our last negotiation was very pleasant, so it's me who came today, not a cruise missile."
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Trump said with a trembling voice.
"First of all, I can give you an enviable lifespan." With a bewitching voice, Jiang Chen said softly, "You will serve two full terms in the position of the president. Counting the time of the interim government after the war, your term may exceed twenty years. In addition, your daughter will inherit the Trump Group, and we will give you wealth that surpasses the Morgan and Rockefeller families. The surname Trump will be given more meaning and remembered by future generations. In the end, you will become a hero who saves the UA people from danger … just like in Hollywood blockbusters. "
Lifespan?
Comparable to the wealth of Morgan and Rockefeller?
The … hero who saves the UA?
Trump was not overwhelmed by the series of sugar-coated bullets. He gulped and looked at Jiang Chen with vigilance.
"This is the first time I heard that betraying national interests can be a hero."
"Betraying national interests? No, no, no, the blame will not belong to you. " Jiang Chen shook his index finger, smiled faintly, paused for a moment, and continued, "In fact, we have enough evidence to prove that Air Force One was not an accident, but …"
"A murder that has been planned for a long time."
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