Chapter 1,493 Death Struggle

"America needs two rulers, one to rule the White House and one to rule Wall Street,"

"However, the situation in North America is different from that of Morocco, Madagascar, and Colombia, and it is also very different from the new countries. For our long-term interests, the Chenyuan Literary Network has fostered a 'dictator' for us. The risk is too great for him. Letting him control the power of the entire North America will make his ambitions exceed our control. So what we need are a group of wise and reliable political families and financial plutocrats to rule the White House and Wall Street. , rather than letting someone.”

"They and their descendants will rely on their family's nepotism and their own accumulated political and economic resources to occupy a position far beyond that of ordinary people in the political and economic fields of this country, and their interests are closely related to ours to ensure that They are absolutely loyal.”

"As a result, even if their voters elect a 'wrong' president a hundred years from now, he will be unable to act in Congress, and his orders will not be able to get out of the White House, and will eventually be corrected by our rules."

“We will assist the American people in amending the Constitution to give Congress more powers, such as returning the power to declare war to Congress, such as requiring more votes to pass the president’s agenda in Congress, and amending antitrust laws to fight wars. The future United States will be more 'democratic' than before and will be easier to control by us..."

Sitting in the study room of the New Zealand Embassy in New York, Jiang Chen was chatting with Zhang Yaping about the post-war arrangements of the United States.

"One hundred years from now?" Zhang Yaping said with a smile, "One hundred years from now, won't your blueprint for the Earth Federation be realized?"

One hundred years is still too long for human lifespan. If possible, Zhang Yaping does not intend to consider such a long-term matter. He will serve as president for three more terms at most, and he will be ready to retreat to the second line.

"One hundred years? Not even fifty years." Jiang Chen smiled, "Even if the Earth Federation is established, we do not intend to interfere too much in the domestic affairs of the federation member states, but we can do this later. chat."

"Okay, let's put this question aside for now. How are you going to support those obedient political families... and financial plutocrats?" Zhang Yaping shrugged, "Use what's already available? I'm afraid it's hard to control. Promote from scratch? I'm afraid those The nouveau riche won’t be interested in you either.”

"The war has just ended, and many places need to be rebuilt, especially Washington and New York. The U.S. government has the final say as to who will share this piece of cake, but in the final analysis, we still have the final say."

Having said this, Jiang Chen looked up at the clock on the wall and smiled slightly, "There will be a banquet tonight. Rocky from the Boston Consortium will serve as my guest. The entire upper class of North America will participate. I plan to Take this opportunity to meet the future ruler of this continent,

Arrange who gets to share the cake. "

…

In the mountains of Colorado, at the entrance of a cave covered by dark green camouflage cloth, soldiers wearing jungle camouflage were patrolling with the cooperation of four-rotor drones.

Most of the people here are from Colorado, but there are also people from Texas, Utah, New Mexico, and Ohio. These states are inland states where guns are rampant. It is difficult to get a semi-automatic rifle elsewhere. However, for these states, some people even collect heavy machine guns and mortars in their backyards.

Since the colonial era, the people living here have been famous for their tough folk customs, and they are still the same now.

They call themselves the Resistance Army and do not admit defeat or the so-called surrender agreement. Even though the Mike Pence incident has shaken the faith of many people, their faith has not been shaken. Everyone came together for the same goal, which was to drive away the Star Ring Trade.

Not just the grumpy Texas rednecks, but also the patriots who came from California. It was those electronic engineers from Silicon Valley who helped them design drones and DIY exoskeletons. equipment.

Although they were defeated, they also learned a lot from the Star Ring Trade. For example, how to skillfully apply high technology to war.

Their life has not been easy recently. The troops of Star Circle Trade have suppressed the rebellion in Texas. It turns out that the militia composed of Texans is not much smarter than the regular army. The rebel stronghold in Texas has been destroyed, and the mob has dispersed. Some people have chosen to give up, and some have fled to Colorado in search of hope. Now they can only break into pieces and hide between Colorado and Utah. Only in the mountainous areas can their revolution survive.

Because this is the only place where one can barely escape the satellites of the Star Ring Trade.

A Humvee slowly drove into the mountainous area and stopped in front of a sentry post. Several militiamen walked out from the shadow of the woods nearby, aiming the M-series rifles in their hands at the driver sitting in the car.

"I mean no harm." Opening the door, the man in a black suit stepped out of the car and looked at the leading militiaman. "Look, I don't have a weapon on me."

Looking at the man in black in front of him suspiciously, the militiaman led by him slapped his comrade standing next to him.

"Jero, go and search his pockets."

"OK."

The Texan with the flag tied to his arm stepped forward, touched the man in black a few times, then turned back to Oliver and shook his head.

"Okay, man, what's your name? You should know that there's a war going on here." After signaling Jero to step back, Oliver walked up to the man in black and looked him up and down. "With all due respect, your dress It really doesn’t look like he came to join us.”

Although I couldn't tell what brand this suit was, it obviously didn't look like a bargain. There’s also this modified Hummer, which you can’t easily win without half a million dollars.

"Of course, your situation doesn't seem to be very good." The man in black smiled.

"So you're here to see a joke?" Oliver raised his eyebrows, his eyes a little unkind.

"On the contrary, we hope to improve your situation. After all, there are not many people who are willing to stand up and shed blood and sweat for this country." As he said, the man in black took out a business card from his arms and handed it to Oliver. "My master is willing to help you."

"Help? Who is your master?" Taking the business card and looking at it, Oliver frowned slightly, "Kain Jie?"

"You don't need to know, and I won't tell you." The man in black shook his head, took out a photo and a map from his arms, and "threw them on the hood."

"This is……"

"The place with the red cross on this map contains the equipment you need, ID documents, and enough cash. And this photo should be familiar to you, the chairman of Xinghuan Trading - Jiang Chen. Last night he Arriving at New York's JFK Airport and staying at the Hilton Hotel, I'm probably at the St. Regis Hotel in New York having a drink with those traitors and toasting to the carving up of the United States."

The green pupils almost shrank to a point.

Sensing the hatred flashing in Oliver's eyes, the man in black spoke slowly and continued.

"It's a rare opportunity and you know what to do."