MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1477 War needs a hero

If I have to go a few more years ago, maybe I am standing above.

Looking at the illustration below the headline of the "New China Daily", the power armor standing on the deck of the aircraft carrier, Jiang Chen grinned, so thought.

If it was before, he would definitely not miss this opportunity.

But now...

I always feel that there is a lack of interest.

These opportunities for the show are still reserved for young people.

Although this sentence came out of his mouth from the age of 30, it seems that there is no convincing power...

The "New China Daily", founded by Xinghuan Trade and Investment, has the same status as the "Washington Daily" in the United States. Usually, 80% of the news in the new country can be traced back to this newspaper.

It is precisely because of this that the "New China Daily" is equivalent to the weather vane of the entire new country press.

War requires a hero.

Compared with the cruel side of the war, the brilliance of heroes and heroes has more and more ink, which can let the people temporarily put down their thoughts on deeper problems. Even the most radical yellow, white, black, and pacifist will not choose to stand up and sing at this time.

If someone does this.

It’s light to be swollen.

In just two days, the Future People Group, the Star Circle Trade, the New Presidential Palace, and the Parliament’s four parties joined forces to create more than 20 war heroes through various media channels.

For example, Luo Zheng, who is standing on the deck, and other Chinese soldiers who put the flag on the Statue of Liberty and the Lincoln Memorial, such as the Slavic pilot with the most number of crashes (the number of electronic pilots does not count), such as...

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find out that these heroes who are widely reported by newspapers, television, and online media, the color, ethnicity, and cultural circle basically match the proportion of the population of the new country.

Everyone can share their glory from this war.

Compared with the young people who didn't understand anything many years ago, Jiang Chen felt that he was getting better and better at dealing with these political, economic and military issues.

Of course, to have the status of today, his dedication is also indispensable.

Roughly turned over the contents of the "New China Daily" today, Jiang Chen turned to another newspaper of foreign media. I did not expect to open the first page, and I saw a picture that made him unable to resist.

On the cover of the French newspaper Le Monde, an Asian man is leaning on his legs and sitting on a nuclear bomb painted with stars and stripes. Below the nuclear bomb is a fragmented US territory, and a burning Lincoln Memorial. Statue of Liberty.

Jiang Chen noticed that the French painter who painted this cartoon also gave a mustache under his nose.

"interesting."

Haha smiled, although I knew that the French media was sarcastic, but Jiang Chen did not put this picture on his mind.

Contrary to the New Media, whoever blew the torch of the Statue of Liberty, who boarded the Lincoln Memorial, foreign media seems to be more interested in him, even though he has deliberately reduced his appearance in public in the past few years. The number of times, but this "interest" seems to increase.

Just as Jiang Chen planned to turn over the French cricket to comment on him, the phone from Xinyue Island hit his watch.

"What?" Pressed the button, Jiang Chen asked casually.

"Morgan has already caught it, when he was on a cruise ship in the UK." Ivan immediately replied, "Now on our nuclear submarine."

"Very good, first send him to South Columbia and let him stay there for a few days."

"Okay, don't you need to bring him back?" Ivan asked.

"No, wait until the end of the war. It is an American judge who judges him. There is no need to bring him to the new country." After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "Right, Rockefeller? Found?" ”

"He was missing when we arrived at his mansion in Queens," Ivan replied. "Now our people are pursuing them under the cooperation of Ghost Agents, and there should be results soon."

"This is what you look at yourself, I only see the results."

As I said, there was a knock on the door outside the study.

While talking to the door, Jiang Chen simply went to Ivan to learn about the situation in North America. Then he hung up the phone and looked at the Aisha, gently pushing the door and going to his side. I smiled slightly.

"Is Rockefeller found?"

Aisha shook her head gently.

"It was Trang's spectrum."

Jiang Chen slammed down and the newspaper in his hand was completely released.

Frowning thought for a moment, Jiang Chen asked.

"Where did you find it?"

"In the small island of the South Pacific, about two hundred nautical miles from French Polynia, close to the Cook Islands." Aisha said.

Although the New American War broke out, the search for the Air Force No. 1 wreckage in the new country did not stop. A military observation satellite was specially put into the search work. A team of about 50 observers, with the assistance of ai, compared the satellite images of the entire Pacific Ocean one by one.

Of course, these search jobs were not carried out for the Trang spectrum, but for the black box on the Air Force One. In the follow-up plan of Jiang Chen, this black box is a very important part. As for the Trang spectrum, it is dead or alive...

In fact, it has no effect.

"French Polynesia Woori, this life is quite strong."

After listening to Aisha's words, Jiang Chen couldn't help but sigh.

If he remembers correctly, Air Force One is missing from the radar radar blind spot between the Mariana Islands and Wake Island. Don't say anything else, one location is in the northern hemisphere, and the other is in the southern hemisphere. Even if you don't touch sharks on this road, the probability of being able to survive is small...

What's more, people in their seventies are.

"Do you want to dispose of him?" Aisha whispered, and the gentle tone flashed a cold and cold killing.

If Jiang Chen needs it, she doesn't even mind going to see it herself.

Leaning on the chair, Jiang Chen considered it for a long time.

Aisha stood there quietly, waiting for his orders.

About five minutes later, Jiang Chen suddenly opened the holographic screen of the watch and called the doctor to Dr. Amos, who is in the special project research institute of the Star City, and waited until the opposite side to open the door.

“The synthetic project stops first.”

"Stop?" Dr. Amos squatted and couldn't help but say, "But I am almost successful..."

Did not discuss with him, Jiang Chen repeated his orders, and then hung up the phone.

"Return to the question just now, don't use it for the time being..." Looking at Aisha, Jiang Chen's index finger gently knocked on the arm of the chair, paused for a while, and continued, "Prepare a helicopter for me. Let's go now."

"Okay," Aisha nodded. "Where are we going?"

"Coconut Island, my water droplets stopped there, and the two days of work were arranged in advance, accompanying me to a distant door."

"I plan to spend some time talking to him before deciding how to deal with him."

"About the future of the United States."