The next morning, at the cemetery on Coro Island, Jiang Chen, as the president of Celestial Trade, attended the funeral of the four deceased soldiers.
Celestial Trade reported the hijacking of the ship by pirates and said that all the hostages had been rescued and all the pirates had been killed on the spot. Four Celestial Trade bodyguards died in the line of duty. Jiang Chen personally attended the funeral of the four soldiers and personally handed the Medal of Honor and pension to the families of the deceased soldiers.
At the funeral, after Jiang Chen read the eulogy, he briefly addressed the media about the hijacking of the ship.
"… Celestial Trade will not compromise with any evil forces, absolutely, and never. No matter how many sacrifices are made, no matter what means are used, whether the provocation is from pirates or others, we will protect our people at all costs. "
"… Let us remember those warriors who sacrificed for peace."
There was applause from the audience.
After the speech, the reporter immediately stepped forward and extended the microphone.
"Mr. Jiang Chen, as the president of Celestial Trade, what do you think about the connection between the Madagascar nuclear explosion and Celestial Trade pointed out by Mr. Smith?"
"I don't have any opinion on unreasonable statements. And on this sad day, I don't want to express any opinion on events unrelated to Celestial Trade. However, if the president of Arrow is interested, I recommend him to Coro Island Psychiatric Hospital for treatment. "
There was some good-natured laughter in the crowd.
Although it was not appropriate to laugh at a funeral, Jiang Chen's words still amused these foreign reporters.
Obviously, they did not believe that there was a connection between Celestial Trade and nuclear bombs. After all, Xin had only mastered civilian nuclear technology for a few months. Even if they ignored the gap between civilian nuclear technology and military-grade nuclear technology, and secretly replaced all the light water reactors at the Coro Island nuclear power plant with heavy water reactors, it was impossible to gather enough "plutonium" to make nuclear weapons in time.
People were more willing to believe that it was Arrow that deployed nuclear weapons in Madagascar.
As for whether the UA was behind it, it was unknown.
On the emerald green lawn, the honor guard held their guns in front of their chests and fired three times into the sky.
Surrounded by people, the coffin with the Xin flag was carried into the cemetery for burial. The military band played the solemn and passionate national anthem. With the cries of the families of the deceased soldiers, it was particularly tragic.
The ceremony was almost over. If he continued to stay here, he would have to deal with the endless interviews from the reporters. Jiang Chen nodded to Ayesha, then turned around and walked to his car. The accompanying bodyguards blocked the reporters for him until the retro black car drove away.
…
Whether it was the White House or the Pentagon, there was no precedent for private military contractors to clean up after them.
The Capitol's press spokesman insisted that they were unaware and said to the public that Arrow's assets in the UA would be strictly investigated to ensure that there were no nuclear weapons not controlled by the government in the UA. That was the extent of the public's knowledge.
As for the follow-up impact of this incident, it continued to ferment under the deliberate push of Future Group's online media.
At this moment, in a manor on the outskirts of Bavaria, Germany, members of the Freemasonry were holding a secret meeting.
Even today, when the Internet was highly developed, they still maintained the tradition of mysticism, relying on ancient dogma to maintain the covenant of blood.
Sitting at the round conference table, the white-haired old man sitting at the head of the table was wearing a religious robe. In a solemn tone, he read the opening remarks.
"Two days ago, on the island of Madagascar, we lost two compatriots."
"Third-degree member Mr. Ferrer and thirty-second degree member Evans. Their deaths are a heavy loss to the Freemasonry. We will not be blinded by hatred, and we will never let go of every enemy who killed our compatriots. "
"Future Group will pay the price for their stupidity."
"As punishment, I propose to send the Gatekeeper to Asia."
At this point, the old man paused and looked at Carmen sitting on the left.
"The new head of the Rothschild family, do you have any opinion?"
Twelve pairs of eyes looked at him, but Carmen's expression didn't change. He leaned back in his chair and smiled.
"No opinion, Mr. Lord."
The Rothschild family had many friends, but in the face of the core interests, no one could be called a friend.
The old man nodded and put his right hand on the table. On the withered finger, the golden ring shone under the halo of the candle.
"Then, let's start voting."
Thirteen hands were placed on the table. The thirteen families representing the core power of the old world unanimously passed the Lord's proposal.
The old man nodded with satisfaction and then looked at the door.
The man standing at the door nodded slightly, turned around, and disappeared at the door shrouded in darkness as if he had never been there.
The old man retracted his gaze.
"Since the war has begun, let's carry out the ceremony to the end."
Everyone raised their right hands and solemnly repeated the oath that had been repeated ten thousand times in ancient Hebrew.
The candles on the wall flickered.
Under the dim light, the number 33 was engraved on each of the thirteen upward-facing rings.
…
Three days had passed since the hijacking of the cargo ship. Jiang Chen sat in the study room of the mansion as usual and flipped through the unfinished book.
At this time, Natasha knocked on the door.
As for why Jiang Chen was so clear, it was because every time Ayesha knocked on the door, it was as light as a cat … if a cat could knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Jiang Chen let out a sigh. As he spoke, he stuffed the bookmark into the book and placed it on the corner of the table.
Natasha walked in with her head lowered. Just as Jiang Chen expected, she directly mentioned the matter.
"You've gone too far."
"Went too far?" Jiang Chen smiled, got up from the chair, and walked to the window of the study room. "When I was in Antarctica, they sent an entire battalion of elites to besiege me. At that time, they didn't consider whether they went too far."
The war had already begun, and it was not just a war in the sense of bullets.
If any party naively thought that the two sides could coexist, that would be truly naive. The new world must be nirvana in the flames of the old world. Whether it was the Freemasonry or the WASP consortium, they would eventually become the enemies of Future Group, but the oldest should die first.
Hijacking the cargo ship? It was just a stupid test. Starting from the most marginal interests of Future Group, under Jiang Chen's compromise, they would take away the building blocks bit by bit, and gradually reach for more core interests …
However, Jiang Chen did not intend to compromise, from the beginning.
Natasha raised her eyebrows.
"So it was you in Madagascar?"
"I didn't say anything." Jiang Chen shrugged, looked at the drone building the garden outside the window, and smiled.
"…"
Natasha stared at Jiang Chen's back speechlessly and didn't know what to say at the moment.
She didn't know if he was confident that he would never lose with the cards in his hand, or because of his achievements today, he was blindly conceited. Many people once thought that they could defeat the ancient alliance, but those geniuses who stood at the crossroads of history all eventually stepped into the abyss of hell.
From Napoleon to Hitler, they were undoubtedly geniuses in terms of war alone.
"Can you answer a question for me?"
Looking at the reflection of himself and Natasha in the window, Jiang Chen didn't turn around and asked abruptly.
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