Chapter 1501 - The Flames that Ended All (1/2)

Just two hours after the Syrian government forces withdrew from the front line, Celestial Trade began its offensive on Al Mayadin.

Black-robed militias lurked in the half-destroyed buildings and streets. Their rifles were already loaded, and their fangs were already revealed, but after a long wait, they did not see any sign of an attack.

Just then, they heard cannons being launched from afar.

They didn’t see exactly what they were, because when the dazzling white light bloomed, their vision had already been taken away.

The white phosphorus munitions exploded in the air, and the scattered smoke plumes scattered down from the sky like countless arrows, as if a large fishing net was being weaved over the city.

Buildings, streetlights, highways…

Trees, stones, sand…

Everything that was hit by the phosphorous fire ignited uncontrollably.

The whole city was like purgatory, everything burned.

The highly toxic white smoke made people suffocate, but dying in suffocation seemed to become a distant luxury.

The terrorist in a black robe dropped the rifle in his hand, covered his unrecognizable face. He screamed and rolled on the ground as he desperately tried to put out the flames that burned his face. However, he stopped struggling after a while and only twitched like a knee-jerk reflex.

Not far from him, another terrorist fell silent on his knees. It was impossible to recognize any expression on his scorched face. His mouth was open either because he was confessing or howling.

Some people tried to take off their robes but to no avail.

Most people were only hit by a fireball the size of a thumb. In less than half a minute, they turned into a fireball.

The whole street was full of dead bodies and wails were heard everywhere.

Bagdadi, who had been “dead” many times but fortunately escaped every time, finally welcomed his final destiny. He was on fire, like an imp in hell. He screamed and jumped down from upstairs and landed on the concrete street. Before he died, he was still yelling “I SURRENDER!” “MAKE IT STOP”… or a similar cry for mercy that no one listened to anymore.

The flame finally burned into the dungeon.

Under the face covered by her scattered and messy hair, the girl with amputated limbs finally showed a light of joy in her hopeless eyes.

Before she died, she seemed to see a light.

This long-awaited redemption finally arrived.

…

There was an advantage to hegemony.

That was, no matter what you did, the international community would give you the maximum tolerance.

Although almost everyone knew that the mercenaries active in Syria were backed by Celestial Trade, after the tragedy in Al Mayadin, no one jumped out to condemn Celestial Trade, but aimed at the private military contractors with “corrupt morality” but not subject to international law.

This kind of accusation did not bother Celestial Trade at all.

Jiang Chen, who was far away in North America, was too distracted to pay attention to the situation in the Middle East.

On the third day after the secret meeting was held, Future Bank, under Jiang Chen’s direction, increased its holdings of UA Treasury bonds by 600 billion dollars at a price of 40 billion Xin New dollars. This move undoubtedly eliminated the risk of default by the Trump administration, and finally stopped the dollar from freefalling in the foreign exchange market, and the dollar actually saw a slight rebound.

When the major banks around the world saw Future Bank’s intervention in the market, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, the holding of UA Treasury bonds by the bank of the victorious country finally gave other banks a reason to continue holding the UA dollar, and it also allowed the discouraged investors to restore some confidence.

Capitalists used these three days to reached an agreement with Celestial Trade. They took advantage of the information asymmetry to quietly move back the assets that were transferred overseas and made a small profit from the rebounding dollar.

For them, it was a small benefit for selling their soul to Celestial Trade.

“All the evidence about Morgan’s crimes has been collected. The Supreme Court will start the trial tomorrow. Do you not want to go see your old opponent?”