Unfortunately, Jiang Chen could only hear the sound and couldn’t see her last gaffe.
When he turned off the camera, he closed the suitcase and pushed it to the side.
Jiang Chen leaned back in the chair as he looked at the officer next to him who picked up the suitcase, then took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed his tense muscles.
Only he knew that his back was completely drenched.
Just half a minute ago, he was prepared for the worst to happen. If the nuclear war broke out, his first step would be to take his relatives onto the space elevator, take the Seagull-class to the Lunar Colony, wait for Lin Lin to invent interdimensional travel, then move his family to the apocalypse.
As for this world, his only option would be to give it up.
Fortunately, however, the person on the other side was wise. A wise person would never bet everything in a fight against a beast.
Jiang Chen waved his hand to the officers next to him, gesturing for them to leave. After everyone left, only one person stayed.
“Wipe your sweat off.”
Ayesha walked next to Jiang Chen as she spoke softly, handing him a wet towel.
“From today, will I be considered the most wanted terrorist in the eyes of the CIB?” Jiang Chen took the wet towel from Ayesha hand as he joked while he wiped his forehead. “Like Bin Laden and Saddam?”
The cool feeling dispelled the heat that irritated him as his nervousness eased and subsided.
Ayesha held Jiang Chen’s back and gently placed her chin on his shoulder, her sapphire-like eyes blinked.
“I will protect you.”
Her voice was quiet but resolute, her words sneaked into his ear along with her warmth as they gently comforted his mind.
While he was touched, Jiang Chen felt a bit strange being protected by his woman.
He lifted his head, then looked at the holographic screen on the conference table.
The joint fleet in the satellite image had just barely stopped on the border in front of Xin, and a conflict that almost became the fuse of a world war dissipated at the final moment.
From beginning to end, Xin didn’t compromise.
In the next few days, Jiang Chen took a break.
He bathed in the sun and relaxed on his private island. As for work, he completely pushed it aside for now. He also dragged Ayesha and Xia Shiyu along, even if she was unwilling to leave her work, to explore everywhere.
As for Natasha who had only recently moved in, she immediately joined when she heard they were going on an adventure.
Of course, while he relaxed, Jiang Chen still paid attention to what happened in the world.
On the first day he left for the sea on his yacht, the Nippon representative came to Xin with its delegation and made an application to join the Earth Defense Alliance.
It was ironic that just a few days ago, their warships were behind the aircraft carrier battle group. Now that the military exercise ended, they immediately took a drastically different stance.
With this kind of shamelessness… wait, no—choosing the right path—of course Jiang Chen welcomed them wholeheartedly. But because he was still on vacation, he left the work to Zhang Yaping to handle.
is there dignity between countries?
In a restaurant near Wall Street, Kerry and Daniel sat opposite of each other. They enjoyed their steak while they casually chatted about the dramatic changes that took place a few days ago.
“I said earlier that she’s not a qualified leader.”
“Oh? Why do you say that?” Daniel Morgan smiled as he cut the fattest, juiciest piece of meat with his knife.
“The courage to press the nuclear button is different from the willingness to press the nuclear button. See what she did? She pushed our nuclear button away! Oh God, since she didn’t want it, then why did she choose it?!” Kerry cut the steak while muttering under his breath.
He considered himself to have good etiquette.
However, whenever he recalled Madam President’s reaction that day, he always felt enraged.
“What if it was you?” With a fork delivering the meat to his lips, Daniel Morgan’s fork lingered in the air as he raised an eyebrow and asked with curiosity: “Mr. Kerry, what would you have done?”
“I wouldn’t have pressed the button.”
“So, you would’ve given in?”
“I wouldn’t have given in.”
“At noon on August 1st, five navies formed a joint fleet to begin the 2019 Asia-Pacific military exercise. When the exercise entered its second stage, because of frictions with the Xin naval fleet, the joint fleet was forced to divert…”
“At present, the Capitol refuses to make a statement on this matter, but an official who doesn’t wish to be named said…”
No matter how turbulent the Pacific Ocean was at the time, the news just casually made a few understatements, summarizing the hegemonic dispute that almost ignited the Third World War.
The UA media all surprisingly shared the same tone on this incident, and there were no detailed reports on the friction. However, people could still sense the unusual state between the lines…
In a villa complex, home to one of the richest men of UA.
The man with a clearly visible beer belly, laid on an extremely luxurious sofa while he sipped his whiskey. He was hugging a stunning model as he enjoyed the nightlife of the vibrant city.
This TV talk show was one of his favorite shows. He loved the style of the host who made absurd statements. He even spent a lot of money to purchase this show, became its biggest sponsor, and placed his company’s name in the most prominent place on the show.
“That’s my show.” Unabashedly teasing the beautiful woman in his arms, the man raised his hand holding the glass, pointed at the TV with his pinky, and said arrogantly, “Hotels, squares, retailers, mineral water plants, restaurants, bars, and even universities, golf courses, the Internet—my companies are in the lives of Americans everywhere; the media is only a small part of it. The UA can live without that bit*h, but it absolutely can’t live without me.”
Showing off was a great pleasure in life, especially to beautiful women.
The blond in his arms giggled, hugged his neck and gave him a kiss.
Just then, the talk show talked about the recent “Changed Course Incident” in the Western Pacific Ocean. In a very timely manner, the screen began to discuss the “bit*h” he had just criticized.
His drunken eyes glanced at the old woman on the screen, and an undisguised disdain appeared in his eyes.
“I said earlier that she’s not a qualified president.”
“If I became president… burp-”
If I’m the president…
The man suddenly turned his neck.
Wait, speaking of this, I haven’t been president yet!
