Chapter 818: Two Funerals

In the early morning of the next day, at the cemetery on Koro Island, Jiang Chen attended the funeral of the four fallen soldiers in his capacity as the chairman of Xinghuan Trading.

Xinghuan Trading reported on the consignment ship being hijacked by pirates, and said that all the hostages have been rescued and all the pirates have been killed on the spot. Four Xinghuan trade bodyguards died in the line of duty. Jiang Chen personally attended the funeral of the four soldiers, and personally handed over the medal of honor and pension to the families of the dead soldiers.

At the funeral, after Jiang Chen finished his condolences, he briefly spoke to the media about the incident of the pirates hijacking the consignment ship.

"...The Star Ring Trade will not compromise with any evil forces, absolutely, and never will. No matter how much sacrifice is made, no matter what means is used, no matter if the provocation comes from pirates or other things, we will protect it at all costs. our people."

"...let us remember those brave men who died for peace."

There was applause from the audience.

After speaking, the reporter immediately stepped forward and extended the microphone.

"Mr. Jiang Chen, what do you think, as the chairman of the board of directors of Xinghuan Trading, about the connection between the nuclear explosion in Madagascar and Xinghuan Trading pointed out by Mr. Smith, the president of Arrowhead Company?"

"I have no opinion on vexatious speeches. And on this sad day, I don't want to express any opinions on events that have nothing to do with the Halo trade. However, if the boss of the Arrow company is interested, I recommend him to go to Koro Island Psychiatric hospital for treatment."

There was a bit of good-natured laughter from the crowd.

Although he knew it was not appropriate to laugh at a funeral, Jiang Chen's words still amused the foreign reporters.

Obviously, they also don't believe that there is a connection between the star ring trade and the nuclear bomb. After all, Xinguo has not mastered civilian nuclear technology for a few months. Even if the span between civilian-grade nuclear technology and military-grade nuclear technology is ignored, and all light-water reactors at the Koro Island Nuclear Power Plant are secretly replaced with heavy-water reactors, the time limit It is also impossible to gather enough "plutonium" to make nuclear weapons.

People prefer to believe that it is the nuclear weapons deployed by the Arrow company in Madagascar.

As for whether there is the inspiration of the United States behind this, it is not known.

On the emerald green lawn, the guard of honor stood with their guns on their chests and fired three shots into the sky.

Surrounded by people, the coffin with the national flag of the new country was carried into the cemetery for burial. The military band played the solemn and passionate national anthem. Under the weeping of the families of the soldiers who died in battle,

It looked extremely tragic.

The ceremony is almost over. If you stay here, you may have to deal with the endless interviews of those reporters. Jiang Chen nodded to Aisha beside him, then turned and walked towards his car. The accompanying bodyguard blocked the reporters for him until the retro black car was gone.

...

Neither the White House nor the Pentagon has ever wiped the ass of a private military contractor.

The White House spokesperson insisted that he did not know about it, and at the same time told the public that the Arrowhead Company’s assets in the United States will be strictly investigated to ensure that there are no nuclear weapons that are not controlled by the government in the United States. The accountability that can be known to the public is almost over.

As for the follow-up impact of this incident, it is still continuously fermented under the deliberate fueling of the Internet media under the Future Group.

At this moment, in a manor far away in the suburbs of Bavaria, Germany, members of the Freemasonry are holding a secret meeting.

Even in today's highly developed Internet, they also maintain the tradition of mysticism, relying on ancient dogma to maintain a covenant that is better than blood.

Sitting in front of the round conference table, the white-haired old man who sat at the head wore the robe of a religious master of ceremonies, and read this opening speech in a solemn and solemn tone.

"Two days ago, in Madagascar, we lost two of our countrymen."

"Third-degree member Mr. Ferrenl, and thirty-second-degree member Evans, their deaths are a heavy loss to the Freemasonry. We will not be blinded by hatred, and we will never let every An enemy who killed our fellow man."

"The Future People Group will definitely pay for their stupidity."

"As a punishment, I propose to send gatekeepers to Asia."

Having said that, the old man paused and looked at Carmen who was sitting on the left seat.

"The new owner of the Rothschild family, do you have any comments?"

Twelve lines of sight looked at him, but Carmen's expression didn't change, she leaned on the chair and smiled.

"I don't have any comments, Mr. Lord."

The Rothschild family has many friends, but in front of the core interests, no one can be called a friend.

The old man nodded, and put his right hand on the table. On the withered finger, the golden ring shone in the light of the candle.

"Then, let's start voting."

Thirteen hands were placed on the table, representing the thirteen families at the core of power in the old world, and unanimously approved the Lord's proposal.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then looked towards the door.

The man standing at the door nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared at the door shrouded in darkness, as if he had never been there before.

The old man looked away.

"Now that the war has begun, let us carry out the ceremony to the end."

Everyone raised their right hands and solemnly repeated the oath that had been repeated 10,000 times in ancient Hebrew.

Candles on the walls flickered on and off.

With the dim light, the thirteen upward-facing rings were engraved with the number thirty-three.

...

Three days had passed since the consignment ship hijacking incident, and Jiang Chen was sitting in the study of the villa as usual, flipping through unfinished books.

At this time, there was Natasha's knock on the door.

As for why Jiang Chen was so clear, it was because Aisha knocked on the door as lightly as a cat...if cats could knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Jiang Chen sighed, and as he spoke, he stuffed the bookmark into the book, and placed it on the corner of the table.

Natasha walked in with big strides, and as Jiang Chen expected, she brought up the matter straight to the point.

"You've gone too far."

"Too much?" Jiang Chen smiled, got up from the chair, and walked to the window of the study, "When they were in Antarctica, they sent a whole battalion of elites to besiege me. At that time, they didn't think about doing it themselves. Is it too hot?"

The war had already begun, not just in the sense of bullets.

If any party naively thinks that the two sides can coexist, it is truly naive. The new world must be reborn in the flames of the old world. Both the Freemasonry and the Wasp Consortium will eventually become the enemies of the Future Human Group, but the oldest should die first.

Hijacking a consignment ship? Just a stupid temptation. Starting from the most fringe interests of the Future Group, under the compromise of Jiang Chen, he took away the building blocks of this building bit by bit, and gradually extended his hands to more core interests...

However, Jiang Chen didn't intend to compromise, he had been from the beginning.

Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Is it really you who are involved in Madagascar?"

"I didn't say anything." Jiang Chen shrugged, looked at the drones building the garden outside the window, and said with a smile.

"..."

Natasha stared at Jiang Chen's back speechlessly, not knowing what to say at this moment.

She didn't know whether he was confident that the cards in his hand would never lose, or whether he was blindly conceited because of his current achievements. There were many people who thought they could defeat that ancient alliance, but those geniuses who stood at the crossroads of history all ended up in the abyss of hell.

From Napoleon to Hitler, they are undoubtedly geniuses in terms of war alone.

"Can you answer a question for me?"

Looking at the reflection of himself and Natasha in the window, Jiang Chen asked abruptly without turning around.

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(It’s the last day of July, everyone check the ticket warehouse, brothers who still have monthly tickets, please vote for me! Tomorrow is still five more outbreaks, I’ll go to the code first.) (To be continued.)

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