Jiang Chen spent the three days traversing between the streets of Coro with Liu Yao. He took her to all the attractions across Xin to re-experience the ever-changing country.
Because of the holographic camouflage system, both of their appearances were modified so that they would not need to worry about reporters. It was also one of the few times Jiang Chen once again experienced his past way of living.
“What do you think of this place?”
“…It’s hard to make the connection with the small island it was a few years ago.” On top of the cliff, looking at the high-risers in the distance, and the countless magnetic levitation vehicles moving, Liu Yao sighed and expressed her heartfelt feelings, “It feels like I’m living in a dream.”
“Will you stay?” Jiang Chen smiled.
Liu Yao smiled back with sweetness, but didn’t respond, instead, she tipped-toe and kissed him on the lips, then winked playfully.
Jiang Chen understood the meaning behind the kiss. He just smiled and no longer mentioned this matter.
The next morning, Jiang Chen sent her away at the airport.
As he gazed at the Gulfstream G650 accelerating into the horizon, he moved his mouth, then touched his lips. After he stood still for a moment, he then left with his bodyguards.
…
A week had passed since the banquet, and soon it was mid-April.
The election of Xin had already ended, and the Zhang Yaping government smoothly transitioned into the next four years. At the same time, the UA election was now in the fierce debate period. Joseph Kennedy was already prepared to use his conservative approach against Trump’s aggressive attack.
He understood that it would be bewildering to even think that he could win with words.
So no matter how Trump attacked him personally in the debate, his response was just a calm smile.
If he could not display the aggressive side of the voters, then he should demonstrate his tolerance and calmness.
It was extremely effective. Although the strategy did not allow him to gain an advantage, he was not put in a disadvantageous situation… Though he would curse out in the lounge after every single debate…
According to the latest polls, Mr. Kennedy’s poll was slightly higher.
Already excluded from the election campaign, the Hill government’s policies had gradually become conservative.
In any case, she stood with the Democrats.
“We are winning,” Loki said in excitement on the phone. “According to the latest polls, we are only one step away. If everything goes smooth, the victory in November will belong to us!”
“Is that so?” Jiang Chen grinned and leaned back in his chair, then he quietly spoke. “According to the information we have collected, Morgan seems to have joined forces with Rockefeller with the plan to push Republican’s candidate, Trump, onto that position… Are you really able to withstand the pressure of going against Rockefeller and Morgan who almost have complete control of Wall Street?”
“You know too?” Loki was somewhat surprised.
“We have been paying attention to the situation in your country.” Jiang Chen said.
Since the fall of Rothschild Bank, the Jewish forces were completely eradicated from Wall Street, and Wall Street welcomed a unified stage that had not been seen for more than a century. However, this kind of unification was only superficial. If the external pressures disappeared, the internal struggles would intensify.
Originally because of the Jewish Consortium, the Anglo-Saxon family had to be united, but now this external cause disappeared. Although Celestial Trade remained a threat, its “aggressiveness” was low in comparsion.
The conflict of interests was forcing the WASP alliance to gradually split.
This election was nothing more than a poor excuse…
“The actions of Morgan and Rockefeller are also somewhat expected,” Suppressing the joy in his tone, Loki sounded more serious, “But we have kept the risk under control. The security level of Joseph Kennedy was upped to the level of the president, and their chance of assassination is almost zero.”
“Need us to help?” Jiang Chen smiled. “Our bodyguards are world class.”
“No need,” said Loki as he shook his head with a smile. “If our candidate’s private bodyguards become Celestial Trade’s Orbital Airborne soldiers, our story will appear on the headlines of the Washington Post the next day. ”
That makes sense.
That is the correct political choice to make
How could a presidential candidate use a foreign mercenary as a bodyguard? Especially if it was the “notorious” Celestial Trade.
After their conversation ended, Jiang Chen looked at the clock on the wall. It was dinner time, so he went to the living room.
Natasha came in just as Jiang Chen sat down on the sofa.
She also brought back news from Russia.
According to her, the KGB began its operation in South America. The CIB caught onto their actions, but did not manage to collect sufficient evidence, the counter-measurement was to strengthen the security of the Colombian president.
The panicking Colombian president shut himself in the room, reduced travel, and also mobilized a brigade to the nation’s capital.
The well-trained Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia, or FARC, entered the country from Venezuela and began to push forward from the northern provinces of Colombia. At the same time, an assassination plan to hunt down the president was also in full swing.
From six months to at most a year, the opposition party would force the Colombian president to step down with the support of the KGB and the Venezuelan government.
At the same time, Yerif also sent good news from Saudi Arabia…
“The people on the Russian side have already started, what about you? My father asked me to bring a message to you, why haven’t they seen any movement?” Natasha asked while swaying her beautiful blonde hair. She sat down across from him while she drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee; she was already in her pajamas.
“Ten thousand mercenaries have been assembled in Madagascar. Once the insiders in Saudi Arabia clears the route, we can ship them in a cruise and then disembark them on the coast of the Red Sea. We can pass through Saudi Arabia territory without anyone knowing.”
It was the safest route.
Apart from this route, only two other routes remained. One option would be to bypass South Africa and cross the Strait of Gibraltar from the west coast of Syria. The other option would be to pass through Turkey. The former risked being discovered by the NATO fleet, and the latter wasn’t even an option to begin with. Turkey was one of the supporters of the opposition in Syria.
“Is it okay to only have this many people?” Natasha thought while sipping her coffee. “I thought you would use your orbital airborne brigade.”
“You and someone asked the same question,” Jiang Chen shrugged and shook his head. “To deal with a bunch of fools, orbital airborne troops are not necessary. Our ‘reserves’ are more than enough. As for the number of people, you’ll see once they arrive.”
“Since you are so confident,” Natasha smiled, put down the coffee cup, and said, “Our Air Force can support you after the operation begins.”
“Then please.” Jiang Chen said.
Although it wouldn’t matter, it was a good jesture regardless.
“So, can you give me a rough timeline? I have to respond to my father,” Natasha said.
“October.” Jiang Chen opened his watch and glanced at the calendar on the holographic screen as he said nonchalantly, “The closer the date to the UA election, the less risk and resistance we face.”
“October… Well, that’s my answer,” Natasha said.
“Right, there is one more thing. You can also inform the Kremlin,” Jiang Chen looked at Natasha who was on her way upstairs.
“What?” Stopping on the stairs, Natasha looked back.
“We have named the million-ton ship Enovy-class, so we won’t refer to your opinion.”
“Just this?” Natasha rolled her eyes. “I thought you wanted to tell me that you already built it.”
“That’s the third thing I’m going to tell you,” enjoying her surprised expression, Jiang Chen grinned. “On May 7th, remember to let your people know to attend Envoy-class Starship’s ceremonial ship launching.”
