Chapter 1481 - A Long-Planned Murder (2/2)
“Literally,” Jiang Chen said emotionlessly when he walked to Trump, “If I tell you now, once you give up everything, then everything you have will be replaced by another person… Even so, are you still willing?”
“Oh, God… You care about my meager inheritance?” Trump couldn’t believe it, but he was uncertain as he said with a trembling voice, “My assets are less than a fraction of yours, why do you just refuse to let me be here quietly…”
“Because we need the name Trump,” As Jiang Chen interrupted Trump once again, a subtle smile formed as the corners of his mouth turned up. He slowly confessed his original plan, “So we will create an identical person, for the time being, call it Trump No. 2. Believe me, our technology is more than enough to do this.”
“You demon.” Brien squeezed those words from his teeth as he continued to stare at Jiang Chen with horror and disbelief flashing in his pupils.
From Jiang Chen’s words, he had already guessed what Celestial Trade was going to do.
“Well, if I am a demon, then what are you guys?”
Jiang Chen did not look at Brien and just said emotionlessly, “Twelve Tridents missiles and 96 nuclear warheads. If you succeed, one million citizens of Xin and even the 7,600 from the UA stranded in Xin will be the victims of your hegemony. You have never seen an international order as something you have to follow, nor have you cared about humanitarianism at all, so why do you pretend to accuse me now? I just did what you have done to me, back to you. If I’m a demon, then please tell me, Mr. Brien, what are you again?”
Brien was speechless, and after a moment of silence, he reluctantly argued.
“Neither did we think that…”
Jiang Chen smiled and interrupted Brien.
“Don’t tell me that you never thought that the twelve Tridents could hit all the targets. Eleven of them were aimed at the city center of Coro, Ange, and Penglai. You were just planning to contain our air defense forces, then use strategic nuclear strikes on industrial bases and military bases on New Moon Island… 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 it. ”
“Isn’t the Pacific Fleet not enough…” Brien squeezed out the words.
“Not enough. Let alone the Pacific Fleet, even if you added the Lincoln Memorial and the Statue of Freedom, it is still not enough. Speaking of which you may not know but we have landed in Capital and Nouveau York, and are now pushing towards the Great Lakes.” Jiang Chen smiled, “It won’t be long before this war will end.”
Brien and Trump were both stunned, with shock and disbelief written all over their face. They couldn’t digest the amount of information in Jiang Chen’s words for a while.
Even though he made the most pessimistic plan, Brien never thought that Celestial Trade would have landed on UA soil. And Trump had been in a disconnected state since the crash of the Air Force One, so he was unaware of any news. Even the news of the resumption of the Colombian Civil War and the collapse of the Pacific Fleet were all told to him by Brien.
“Let’s not talk about this anymore.” Jiang Chen shook his head, finally looked at Brien, and smiled, “Mr. Brien.”
“What’s the matter?” Brien responded subconsciously as he was still shocked by the news.
With a serious tone, Jiang Chen looked into his eyes and said, “You are a patriot, right?”
“Of course.” Brien raised his head slightly, proud of his answer.
“Very well. For the future of the 300 million people of UA.” Jiang Chen nodded, then suddenly raised his pistol without warning, pointed it at Brien’s head, and whispered, “Please go to hell.”
BANG!
A stream of blood spurted from his forehead, and Brien collapsed onto the beach.
The pungent sulfur smell dissipated, and the deafened gunshot terrified the indigenous people who were gathered around. They shouted “God”, “fire”, “curse” and other incomprehensible words in their language as they threw away the spears, bows, and arrows and fled.
“GOD! FU*K! YOU ACTUALLY KILLED HIM.” Trump took a few steps back in horror. “You killed him… Do you know who he is?”
“I don’t know and I don’t want to know. Most likely an officer from the Pacific Fleet that managed to survive. I have killed too many people, and I don’t have the time to get to know everyone,” Jiang Chen said this sentence nonchalantly, then tucked the pistol still smoking back on his waist, “Also, you only have the chance to survive if I kill him, am I right?”
Trump stared at Jiang Chen. His fat and loose chest undulated, and he didn’t speak.
“Let’s continue to talk about the topic just now,” Jiang Chen smiled slightly to ease the tense atmosphere, then he said, “We had a very pleasant negotiation last time, so it was me who came today, not a cruise missile.”
“What do you want to talk to me about?” Trump trembled.
“First of all, I can give you an enviable lifespan,” Jiang Chen said in a soft bewitching voice, “You will serve as President for two full terms, including the time of the interim government after the war and your term of office may be more than twenty years. In addition, your daughter will inherit the Trump Group, and we will let you have wealth beyond the Morgan and Rockefeller families, and the Trump family name will be given more meaning; it will be remembered by future generations. In the end, you will become the hero who saved your people from peril…just like what happens in Hollywood blockbusters.”
Lifespan?
Wealth beyond Morgan and Rockefeller?
The…hero who saved his people?
Trump was not overwhelmed by the series of sugar-coated promises, he swallowed down, then cautiously looked at Jiang Chen.
“It’s the first time you can become a hero by betraying national interests.”
“Betraying national interests? No, no, no, you won’t be the scapegoat,” Jiang Chen shook his finger, then laughed emotionlessly. He paused for a moment before he continued, “In fact, we already have enough evidence to prove it. Air Force One was not an accident, but…”
“A long-planned murder.”