Just two hours after the Syrian government forces withdrew from the front line, Celestial Trade's offensive on Al Mayadin began.
Black-robed militants lurked in the half-destroyed buildings and streets with rifles already loaded. Their fangs were already exposed, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no trace of a person.
Just then, there was a series of explosions in the distance.
They didn't see what it was, because the moment the dazzling white light bloomed, it deprived their vision.
The white phosphorus bombs exploded in the air, and the scattered smoke columns fell from the sky like arrows, weaving a huge fishing net over the city.
Buildings, street lights, roads …
Trees, stones, sand …
Everything that was hit by the phosphorus fire ignited an uncontrollable flame.
The entire city was like purgatory, and everything was burning.
The highly toxic white smoke suffocated people, and dying from suffocation became an unattainable luxury.
The terrorist in the black robe threw away the rifle in his hand and covered his unrecognizable face. He screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on his face. However, after a while, he stopped struggling and only twitched like a knee-jerk reflex.
Not far from him, another terrorist silently knelt on the ground. His scorched face no longer had any expression, and his mouth opened and closed. It was unclear if he was repenting or wailing.
Some people tried to take off their robes, but it was useless.
Most people were only hit by a thumb-sized fireball, and in less than half a minute, the whole person had turned into a fireball.
The entire street was full of dead bodies and screams.
Bagdadi, who was "killed" many times but escaped, finally ushered in the final end. He was on fire, like a ghost from hell. He screamed and jumped down from the building, fell on the street, and broke his leg. Until he died, he was still shouting "I surrender!" "Stop!" … these kinds of pleas for mercy that no one would listen to anymore.
The flames finally burned into the dungeon.
Under the disheveled hair, the girl whose limbs had been amputated finally revealed a smile on her lifeless face.
Before she died, she seemed to see a light.
The redemption that he had been waiting for was finally here.
…
There was an advantage to hegemony.
That was, no matter what they did, the international community would be "tolerant" to the greatest extent.
Although almost everyone knew that the mercenaries active in Syria were supported by Celestial Trade, after the tragedy in Mayadin, no one jumped out to condemn Celestial Trade. Instead, they targeted the "morally corrupt" private armed forces that were not bound by international law.
This level of criticism was naturally insignificant to Celestial Trade.
Far away in North America, Jiang Chen did not have the time to pay attention to the situation in the Middle East.
On the third day after the secret meeting, Future Bank, under Jiang Chen's instructions, increased its holdings of 600 billion UA Treasury bonds at a price of 40 billion Xin New dollars. This move undoubtedly eliminated the risk of the Trump administration defaulting on its debt, and it finally stopped the plunging USD in the foreign exchange market, and it even rebounded slightly.
Seeing that Future Bank finally rescued the market, major banks around the world were relieved.
In any case, the banks of the victorious countries holding UA Treasury bonds finally gave banks in other countries a reason to continue to hold the USD, and it also restored some confidence to disheartened investors.
In these three days, the capitalists who had reached cooperation with Celestial Trade took advantage of information asymmetry to quietly move the assets that had been transferred overseas and made a small profit from the recovery of the USD.
For them, it was also a small benefit for selling their souls to Celestial Trade.
"All the evidence about Morgan's crimes has been collected, and the Supreme Court will hold a trial tomorrow. Don't you want to go see your old opponent?"
On the top floor of the Empire State Building, Jiang Chen was sitting in his office and meeting with President Trump.
Coincidentally, he was just about to call this person and ask him to talk to him at the Capitol in the afternoon. He didn't expect that when Jiang Chen dialed the number, the man had already arrived downstairs of the Empire State Building.
After the meeting, Trump first expressed his gratitude to Celestial Trade for increasing its holdings of 600 billion UA Treasury bonds, then he mentioned that Mike Pence, Morgan, John Corning, and others would be tried tomorrow.
"There's nothing to see. The financial empire he's proud of has been destroyed, and even he is in prison." Jiang Chen smiled faintly and leaned back in his chair. "Even if I go to see him fail, it's meaningless."
"Rockefeller hasn't been caught yet?"
"He is now on a flight to Australia," Jiang Chen said with a smile. "The flight has been locked by our satellite. When he gets off the plane, he will be handcuffed by Interpol."
The extradition treaty between Australia and the UA was still in effect, and Kangaroo Country would not risk offending Celestial Trade to provide asylum for Rockefeller. Even if the latter had trillions of assets, this money had become a hot potato.
"Already found?" Trump glanced at Jiang Chen in surprise and smiled. "Do you want the Supreme Court to postpone the trial and wait for Rockefeller to come back and be tried together with them?"
"No need." Jiang Chen shook his head and looked at Trump. "What's more, the earlier Morgan is tried, the earlier it'll be easier for you, isn't it?"
Trump smiled and didn't say anything.
In fact, the outcome of the verdict had been decided long before the trial. The Federal Court would impose sky-high fines on the two suspected of involvement in the murder of the president and bribery. It was conservatively estimated that the figure would exceed trillions of dollars, a record.
It was obviously impossible to pay this amount of money with liquidity. Even if Morgan and Rockefeller combined, they couldn't have so much cash. Therefore, all the assets of the two would be entrusted to major banks for auction, and the money from the auction would be collected into the national treasury. They would pay as much as they could, and if it was not enough, they would make up for it with prison terms.
The wealth of these two financial giants was comparable to that of a country. The fat cut from them would be at least trillions of dollars in assets.
With this money, the debt crisis facing the Trump administration would be completely solved.
The war itself was started by those people, and they deserved to pay for the outcome of the war.
"I actually have another thing to talk to you about today." Jiang Chen took out a document from the drawer, threw it on the table, and pushed it in front of Trump. "Each member state of the Earth Defense Alliance will receive a copy. You can take it back and study it."
"This is …"
When Trump saw the text on the title of the first page of the document, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then a hint of emotion appeared on his face.
"Prospects and Feasibility Study Report of Himalia Colonization"
"The 'Space Colonization Summit' will be held in Celestial City on April 1st. I hope that no matter what arrangements you have, you can make time to attend." Jiang Chen looked at Trump, who kept flipping the pages, and said slowly, "I suggest you take it back. There is a lot of content on it, and there must be parts that you are interested in."
"Are you going to go back in March?" Trump put away the document without hesitation and looked at Jiang Chen.
"What else?" Jiang Chen shrugged and said with a smile, "Everything that needs to be done is almost done. How long do you expect me to stay here?"
With this document, Trump got up and said goodbye to Jiang Chen.
When he left, he only felt that the document in his arms was heavy and even faintly hot.
After the end of a war, Celestial Trade still had the energy to launch a world-class colonization project. While Trump marveled at the industrial capabilities of Celestial Trade, he couldn't help but faintly smell something unusual.
Celestial Trade was accelerating its colonization expansion in the solar system, and this time, it unexpectedly did not intend to monopolize the territory. Instead, it pulled all the member states of the Earth Defense Alliance to their chariot. Although this should have been a happy thing, for some reason, there was an inexplicable trace of worry lingering in his heart.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Trump always felt that Jiang Chen's plan was far more than that …
Watching Mr. President leave, Jiang Chen continued to lean back in his chair.
Just as he was about to call home, Ayesha's call came in.
The call was connected, and the other side immediately spoke.
However, the news surprised Jiang Chen.
"Yerif was deposed."
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