Chapter 1,462 Reasonable Excuses

Compared with Jiang Chen's last sentence, what interested the media reporters more was his penultimate sentence.

Vice President, Wall Street... Conspiracy?

There is so much room for imagination here.

It wouldn't matter if this sentence was said by someone else. The cause of death of each of the eight presidents who died during their term was enough to spawn a conspiracy theory of no less than 100,000 words.

However, this sentence was said by no one else but Jiang Chen.

Everyone knows that Starring Trading was helping the United States search and rescue the missing Air Force One some time ago. If Jiang Chen is making completely baseless lies, he won't believe it even if he kills them! Obviously, Star Ring Trading must have discovered something!

All the reporters on the scene could vaguely smell the big news.

However, just when they were about to ask further questions, Jiang Chen didn't give them a chance to ask questions at all. He directly announced the end of the press conference and turned around and walked behind the scenes.

"It's so irrational to throw this news out at a press conference! If they know that we are also looking for the black box, then they will stop us at all costs, even..." Natasha chattered after Jiang Chen. complained.

"Even forging a black box or a corpse, right? As long as they have the assistance of Boeing, it will be easy for them to do this." After opening the car door, Jiang Chen sat in and looked at Natasha who followed him, smiling. Said, "My dear Natasha, you have been away from the KGB for too long. Think about it with your chest. Even if we don't throw this smoke bomb out, will they let us search for the whereabouts of the black box?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows and was about to refute, but when she thought about it carefully, she suddenly realized that there was indeed some truth to it.

"Any war needs a reasonable excuse, otherwise even if we win, we will be left with a lot of mess that will make us miserable." Seeing that Natasha didn't speak, Jiang Chen smiled slightly and continued, "Also In just one or two weeks, our Seagull class and orbital airborne brigade are returning from Mars. When it enters geosynchronous orbit, the Yankees can prepare to surrender. But before that, we can make some appropriate preparations."

Although she doubted Jiang Chen's confidence, Natasha finally gave up complaining about it. Anyway, it’s only happened in the past few days, whether it’s a boast or not will be revealed soon.

"It's a pity Trump, war is not a good choice." Changing the topic, Natasha sighed softly, "At least he is back in the country, with Russian agents and ghost agents watching, even if the FBI wants to play tricks , you have to consider it carefully."

"I agree with your first point. War is indeed not the best choice, but now it seems that besides war, we have no better choice. When it comes to Trump, in fact, it doesn't matter to us whether he dies or not. "

After a moment of pause, Jiang Chen suddenly smiled.

"Believe it or not, even if he is dead, I can make the dead come back to life."

Natasha was stunned.

The originally clear eyes suddenly changed with a trace of confusion, and a layer of mist gradually appeared.

Seeing Natasha's expression, Jiang Chen suddenly said something bad in his heart.

Marina Ivanovna Nikolaeva, a former KGB agent, Natasha's mother, and the inextricable knot between her and her father.

"...I know what you are thinking, but it was impossible at that time." He reached out and stroked the golden hair. Looking at Natasha who was in excitement and confusion, Jiang Chen sighed softly and said, " After death, if you just need an identical comfort, then cloning technology can do it. But you should know that it is fake."

Jiang Chen knew what she was thinking.

She wants to resurrect her mother who left her when she was a child.

However this is impossible.

Even science cannot bring the dead back to life. Natasha knew this in her heart, but after hearing Jiang Chen's words "can bring the dead back to life", she couldn't help but feel a little desire in her heart.

"You bastard!"

Secretly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Natasha's cheeks turned slightly red because she was shown her embarrassing side.

Perhaps in order to cover up this embarrassing scene, with tears in her eyes, she suddenly rushed forward, kissed Jiang Chen's lips fiercely, and pressed him onto the sofa. After a while, she, who was riding on him, raised her head, her full chest heaving violently, and said viciously.

"You shouldn't give me hope!"

"Sorry, I didn't know you would have such a big reaction." Jiang Chen reached out and gently fiddled with the hair next to her cheek, but his hand was pinched.

The two stared at each other silently.

Just when the atmosphere in the car gradually began to become ambiguous, a weak cough suddenly came from the front driver's seat.

Meeting Ayesha's gaze in the rearview mirror, Natasha blushed, climbed off Jiang Chen, and sat upright in her seat.

Ayesha, who was holding the steering wheel, looked embarrassed.

Although he didn't mind what the two of them were doing, he was driving after all.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally chose to cough weakly to indicate that she was still here.

…

On February 18, it rained heavily in northern Colombia.

It was an ordeal for the soldiers of Northern Colombia who besieged Bucaramanga. Not to mention the proliferation of poisonous insects after heavy rains and the frequent landslides and mudslides, the muddy mountain roads alone were a big test for the logistics of the Northern Columbia Army.

Due to heavy rain, air support was not available.

When the NATO 3rd Mechanized Division withdrew to Barranquilla, the two mountain divisions responsible for attacking Bucaramanga were forced to stop the offensive. Attacking a city without supporting firepower would cost them more than they could afford, let alone a city located in the Andes.

This is a fortress without walls!

The eastern battlefield is in a stalemate, and the central frontal battlefield is also not optimistic.

Bad weather prevented heavy bombers from reaching the battlefield. The coalition forces advancing toward Medellin could only rely on howitzers, self-propelled artillery, and naval guns to support the battlefield.

However, the Army of Southern Colombia is quite cunning and has no intention of competing with the NATO coalition forces on the plains. Not only is the main force stationed in the urban area where NATO is wary of rattles, but the rest of the troops are broken into pieces and infiltrated into the rear of the NATO coalition forces. A guerrilla war was launched.

The heavy rain for days is undoubtedly a test for the attackers.

The NATO coalition forces and Northern Colombia have invested a total of more than ten divisions in the northern area of ​​Medellin. Not only do they have more than 100,000 troops, but they also have more than 2,000 tanks. The NATO coalition forces, which originally planned to capture Medellin within three days and advance to Bogotá within five days, were now pinned to the outskirts of Medellin, locked in a stalemate with the Star Ring Trade Army who came from behind to support them.

No one expected that this war would be so difficult.

Whether it is armor, firepower, or even numbers, NATO currently has the advantage. However, Southern Colombia did not become the second Iraq, and the "Desert Storm-style" victory was not replicated.

What makes the NATO coalition commanders even more uneasy is that so far, they have not seen the shadow of the orbital airborne troops. Those iron knots are like the Sword of Damocles hanging high. They believe it is above their heads, but they don't know when it will fall.

Compared with the NATO coalition forces fighting on the front line, the pressure faced by the new President Mike Pence, who has just completed his oath of office, is no less than that of General Felton, who is commanding on the front line.

He knew very well that if he could not end the war in a short time, domestic pressure would prevent him from stepping down. The United States is sliding into a quagmire deeper than the Vietnam War, and in this quagmire lies the enemy they least want to face.

There seem to be only two options left before Mike Pence.

Either add another bundle of firewood to the stove, or lead the fire away from the stove...