Chapter 1,482 A Long-Planned Murder

In contrast to North America, which is shrouded in darkness, it is daytime on the small island in the South Pacific. Chen→Yuan←文♦学×网

The indigenous people living here live a monotonous life day after day. In addition to dancing and mating around the campfire, they go out to sea on rafts to fish, or they pick coconuts and dry them to make a kind of cheese that is similar to cheese, but is much smaller than coconut milk. Cheese is a much sweeter dairy product.

Trump has gradually become accustomed to life on the island.

Although there is no Twitter here, the pleasant scenery is not bad. That plane crash made him feel a lot, not only about life, but also about power, wealth, and family...Things that he couldn't understand before, he now understands them all.

He could probably guess the reason for this plane crash, why he encountered this plane crash, and why those people dared to do such a thing. He no longer cares about this. He just hopes that those people can let go of his daughter and his Trump Group...

and his social media accounts.

As usual, Trangpu, who completely followed the local customs, was wearing palm leaves, bulging his belly, and patrolling his territory with the spear. However, at this moment, a string of white foam suddenly appeared on the originally calm sea surface.

I saw a water drop-shaped submarine slowly floating up from the sea.

When he saw this strange-looking submarine clearly, Trump's sun-tanned reddish-brown face suddenly turned white and stood there motionless.

Although I had a premonition, I didn't expect it to happen so soon.

What was supposed to come finally came...

…

On a small island near French Polynesia, Jiang Chen almost laughed out loud when he saw Trump wearing palm leaves. I don't know if it was because of his laughter, or because he didn't like to see him, but Trump had a straight face, as if he wasn't very welcoming.

Whizzing--

Several cold arrows flew through the air.

Jiang Chen, who was wearing N-100 powered armor, waved his hand like a mosquito to knock away the wooden arrows. He reached out and gently pressed down the rifle pointed at the natives in Ayesha's hand. He jumped on the beach and pointed towards Trung. Walked in the direction of spectrum.

Sighing, Trump smiled bitterly.

"Can't you let me go?"

"You know it's impossible.

Jiang Chen shrugged, looked at Brian standing next to him, raised his eyebrows, and said with interest, "It seems there is an uninvited guest?" Is it your White House aide? Or a flight attendant on Air Force One? "

"..." Trump spread his hands and said expressionlessly, "The marshal of Trump Kingdom, the next heir to the throne."

There was a hint of pleading in that voice.

Walking next to Trump, Brian stared at Jiang Chen, the stone spear in his hand shaking dangerously. Although he knew that this thing was of no use at all and could not even bring him any sense of security, he still held it tightly in his hands.

Although the Pacific Fleet was destroyed by a typhoon, his intuition told him that most of the more than 100,000 naval officers and soldiers who died in the belly of the fish were closely related to the man in front of him.

Thinking of the torrential rains in Colombia for days, a word that only existed in legends came to his mind.

Weather weapons…

This is very sci-fi.

But when you think of the holy shield that carries the twelve-shot trident, meteorological weapons don't seem too out of touch with reality.

Ignoring Brian, who was dressed like a native, Jiang Chen looked at Trump thoughtfully.

Of course he could understand what he meant.

It's nothing more than "I'm over 70 years old. I'm lucky enough to survive, but I don't think I'll live for many years. I have no other pursuits. I just want to spend the rest of my life on this island, and so does the guy next to me." , he is the next king, can you spare our lives..." and the like.

However, now that he has been found here, Jiang Chen cannot agree to him.

No one can guarantee that this island will never be discovered.

Leaving the president who should have died here alone will ultimately be a hidden danger for the next plan of the Star Ring trade. That's why Aisha asked Jiang Chen if he should be dealt with.

"It doesn't matter even if you think someone will take your place?" Jiang Chen asked thoughtfully.

"Take it, take all my things, don't bother me again, I know I messed up, they are all respectful in front of others, but they are fawning behind their backs," said Trung in a tone that was almost self-destructive. Pu said nonchalantly, "I know you want to laugh at me for being used as a gunman, but feel free to laugh at me. The person sitting in the president's seat now is Mike Pence. You go to him. I have nothing now, and you don't have to be with me at all." This little ant..."

"Are you sure?" Jiang Chen interrupted Trump's self-defeating speech and said with a smile, "You still have your Trump Group, the most beautiful first lady in the United States, and your daughter who is as beautiful as a flower. Career, family , or your social account... Do you really think you have nothing but the position of president?"

"What do you mean?" Trump frowned.

"Literally," Jiang Chen said lightly as he walked next to Trump, "if I tell you now, once you give up everything, everything you have will be replaced by another person... Even so, you Still willing?"

"Oh, God...you still value my pitiful inheritance?" Trump couldn't believe it, but he couldn't believe it, and said with a trembling voice, "My assets are less than a fraction of yours, why do you You just won’t let me stay here quietly..."

"Because we need the name Trumpu," interrupted Trumpu's speech, Jiang Chen raised a smile and slowly confessed his original plan, "So we will create an identical person, for the time being. Call it Tramp 2. Believe me, with our technology, it’s more than enough to do this.”

"You devil." Brian squeezed out these words through his teeth and stared at Jiang Chen, his pupils flashing with horror and disbelief.

He had already guessed from Jiang Chen's words what Star Ring Trading was planning to do.

"Well, I'm a demon, so what are you?"

Jiang Chen did not look at Brian at all, but said calmly, "Twelve tridents, ninety-six nuclear warheads. If you succeed, one million New Zealand citizens, or even 7,600 people stranded in New Zealand will be killed." All American citizens in this country will become victims of your maintenance of hegemony. There has never been an international order in your eyes, and there is no so-called humanitarianism at all, so why should you accuse me hypocritically now? I am just repeating what you have done to us. , I did it to you again, if I am a devil, then please tell me, Mr. Brian, who are you?"

Brien was speechless for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he reluctantly argued.

"We didn't even think about it..."

Jiang Chen smiled and interrupted Brien's words.

"Don't tell me anything. You never thought that all twelve tridents could hit the target. Eleven of them were aimed at the city center of Koro City, Anga City, and Penglai City. They were just intended to contain our air defense forces. Then Focus on strategic nuclear strikes against industrial bases and the Crescent Island military base...Am I right? But you know, this excuse is meaningless. The war has already begun. Let your President Pence go to the international court to explain. "

"Isn't the Pacific Fleet enough..." Brian said with difficulty.

"It's not enough, let alone the Pacific Fleet, even adding the Lincoln Memorial and the Statue of Liberty is not enough. Speaking of which, you may not know that we have already landed in Washington and New York, and are now heading towards the Great Lakes." Jiang Chen said with a smile. , "This war will be over soon."

Brian and Trump were stunned, their faces full of shock and disbelief, unable to digest the amount of information in Jiang Chen's words.

Even with the most pessimistic plans, Brian never thought that the Star Ring Trade had already landed in the United States. And Trump has been offline. Ever since the Air Force One he was riding in crashed, he has no idea what is happening in the international community. Even the news about the resumption of the Colombian Civil War and the destruction of the Pacific Fleet was told to him by Brian.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Jiang Chen shook his head, finally looked at Brian, and smiled at him, "Mr. Brian."

"What's the matter?" Brian said subconsciously.

In a serious tone, Jiang Chen looked into his eyes and said, "You are a patriot, right?"

"Of course." Brian raised his head slightly, proud of his answer.

"Very good, then please do it for the future of 300 million Americans." Jiang Chen nodded, and suddenly raised his pistol without warning, pointed it at General Brian's head, and said softly, "Go to hell. Go ahead."

boom--!

Pillars of blood spurted out from his head, and Brien fell to the beach.

The pungent smell of sulfur dissipated, and the harsh gunshots frightened the natives who were waiting. They shouted "god", "fire", "curse" and other unintelligible dialects, and threw away their hands one after another. With spears, bows and arrows, they turned around and fled cleanly.

"God! Farke! You actually killed him." Trump backed away in horror, "You actually killed him... Do you know who he is?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Most of them are Pacific Fleet officers who were in trouble. I've killed too many people, and it's impossible to get to the bottom of everyone." After saying this in an understatement, Jiang Chen was about to burst into smoke. The pistol was stuffed back into his waist, "Besides, if I kill him, you will have a chance to survive, right?"

Trump stared at Jiang Chen, his chest saggy due to obesity rising and falling, and said nothing.

"Let's continue talking about the topic we just talked about." Jiang Chen smiled slightly to ease the atmosphere, and continued, "Our last negotiation was very pleasant, so it is me who is here today, not a cruise missile."

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Trump asked tremblingly.

"First of all, I can give you an enviable lifespan," Jiang Chen said softly in a bewitching voice. "You will serve two full terms as president. Counting the time of the post-war provisional government in power, you will The term of office may exceed twenty years. In addition, your daughter will inherit the Trump Group, and we will allow you to have wealth beyond the Morgan and Rockefeller families, and the Trump name will be given more Meaning, be remembered by future generations. In the end, you will become a hero who saves the American people from danger...just like in Hollywood blockbusters."

life?

Wealth comparable to Morgan and Rockefeller?

The...hero who saved America?

Rather than being stunned by the series of sugar-coated bullets, Trump swallowed and looked at Jiang Chen warily and said.

"This is the first time I've heard that you can become a hero by selling out your country's interests."

"Betraying national interests? No, no, no, the blame will not belong to you." Jiang Chen shook his index finger, smiled faintly, paused for a moment, and continued, "In fact, we have obtained enough evidence to prove that Air Force One was not an accident, it was..."

"A premeditated murder."