Chapter 1481 - A Long-Planned Murder (1/2)

In contrast to NA which was shrouded in darkness, the small island in the South Pacific Ocean was bathed in sunlight.

The indigenous people that lived here led a monotonous life day after day. Apart from dancing around the campfire and mating, they also fished on rafts, or picked coconuts and dried them into something like cheese. However, it was a lot sweeter and greasier than cheese.

Trump gradually became accustomed to life on the island.

Although Twitter did not exist here, the pleasant scenery was not bad. The plane crash made him realize many things, not only about life, but also about power, wealth, and family… things that he didn’t understand before but now he understood completely.

He had an idea why this crash happened, why he encountered this crash, and why those people dared to do such a thing. Right now, he couldn’t care less, he could only hope that those people would spare his daughter and his Trump Group…

As well as his social media account.

Just like his usual routine, Trump, who had completely become accustomed to his new life, wore palm leaves and left his big belly exposed. He patrolled his territory with a spear. However, at this moment, a series of white bubbles suddenly appeared on the originally calm ocean.

A droplet-shaped submarine slowly floated to the surface.

When Trump saw this strangely shaped submarine, his tanned face suddenly turned pale, and he stood there motionlessly.

Although he had a hunch, he didn’t expect it to happen so fast.

What should have come, after all, did come…

…

On a small island near French Polynesia, Jiang Chen saw Trump, who wore palm leaves and almost burst out laughing. Perhaps it was because of his laughter or he did not like Jiang Chen very much, Trump had a stern expression and did not look very welcoming.

Whizz-

A few arrows flew to him from the darkness.

Jiang Chen, inside the N-100 power armor, slapped down the arrows like waving away mosquitoes. He gently pressed down Ayesha’s rifle that was pointed at the indigenous people, jumped on the beach, and walked to Trump.

Trump let out a sigh, then said wryly.

“Can’t you just let me go?”

“You know that’s impossible.” Jiang Chen shrugged, looked at Brien who stood next to him, raised his eyebrows, and said with interest, “It seems that there is an uninvited guest? It’s your Rainbow Mansion assistant? Or the flight attendant on Air Force One?”

“…” Trump spread his hands and said emotionlessly, “General of Trump Kingdom, the next heir to the throne.”

There was a hint of pleading in that voice.

Brien walked to Trump’s side, then stared at Jiang Chen viciously, the stone spear in his hand swayed dangerously. Although he knew that the weapon was useless, and did not bring him the slightest sense of security, he still tightly grasped it in his hands.

Although the Pacific Fleet was destroyed by the hurricane, his instinct told him the cause of death to the more than 100,000 naval officers and soldiers that ended up in fishes’ bellies were inseparable from the man in front of him.

After he recalled the continuous rainstorm in Colombia, a word that only existed in legends, came to his mind.

Weather weapon…

It was like a sci-fi movie.

But after he thought about the Holy Shield that defended the twelve Trident missiles, the weather weapon did not seem to be too far off from reality.

Regardless of what Brien, who was dressed like the indigenous, thought, Jiang Chen looked at Trump thoughtfully.

He understood the meaning behind his words.

It was nothing more than “I’m over seventy years old, and I fortunately survived. 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 so does the person next to me; he is the next king. Can you spare our lives…”

However, since Jiang Chen already found him here, he could not make the promise to him.

No one could guarantee that this small island will never be discovered.

It would be a hidden danger for Celestial Trade’s next plan if they kept a president that should have died here. It was why Ayesha asked Jiang Chen if Trump should be dealt with.

“Even if you think someone will take your place, it doesn’t matter?” Jiang Chen asked thoughtfully.

“Take it, take everything, don’t bother me anymore, I know I messed up, they are respectful in front of me, but they act differently behind me,” Trump said in an almost self-deprecating tone, then said nonchalantly, “I know you want to laugh at me for being used as the scapegoat. Just laugh at me. Now Mike Pence is the president. Go find him. I have nothing so you don’t have to care about a nobody…”

“Are you sure?” Jiang Chen interrupted Trump’s self-deprecating speech, then said with a smile, “You still have your Trump Group, the most beautiful first lady, and your amazing daughter. Career, family, and your social media account…Do you really think you have nothing but the position of the President?”

“What do you mean.” Trump frowned.