MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1482 Long-planned murder

Contrary to North America, which is enveloped by the night, the small islands in the South Pacific are white.

The indigenous people living here live a day-to-day monotonous life. In addition to dancing and mating around the campfire, they go fishing on the sea, picking coconuts, or picking coconuts and drying them to make a kind of cheese, but Cheese is a lot of sweet dairy products.

Trang spectrum has gradually become accustomed to life on the island.

Although there is no tweet here, the pleasant scenery is not bad. The air crash made him feel a lot, not just about life, but about power, wealth, and what the family originally couldn't understand. Now I want to understand.

He probably guessed why the air crash was because of why he was in this air crash and why those people dared to do such a thing. He doesn't care about it now, he just hopes that those people can let go of his daughter, and his Trang Group

And his social account.

As usual, the Trang spectrum, which was completely in the country, wore palm leaves and was very big belly, carrying the spear in his territory. However, at this moment, a bunch of white foam suddenly appeared in the calm sea.

I saw a submersible in the shape of a drop of water, slowly rising from the sea.

When I saw this strangely shaped submersible, Trang’s face, which was tanned in red and brown, suddenly whitened and stood there motionless.

Although I had a hunch, I didn’t expect it to be so fast.

It’s coming, after all, it’s coming.

On the small island near French Polynesia, Jiang Chen saw the Trang spectrum wearing palm leaves and almost didn't laugh out loud. I don't know if it's because of his laughter, or because he doesn't want to see him. In short, Trang scores a face, like a look that is not very welcome.

Whizzing

A few cold arrows flew in the air.

The mosquitoes seemed to wave their hands and knocked out the wooden arrows that were shot. In the morning, wearing the n-100 power armor, Jiang Chen reached out and gently pressed Aisha’s hand to point to the indigenous rifles and jumped on the beach to Trang. The direction of the spectrum has gone.

Sighed, Trang scored a bitter smile.

"Can't you let me go?"

"You know that this is impossible." Jiang Chen shrugged and looked at the Brian standing next to him. He raised his eyebrows and was interested. "Is there still an uninvited guest? It is yours." White House assistant? Or Air Force One flight attendant?"

"" Trang spectrum spread his hands and said with a blank expression, "The Marshal of the Trang Kingdom, the next heir to the throne."

There was a pleading in the voice.

Walking to the side of Trang, Brian stared at Jiang Chen, and the stone spear in his hand shook dangerously. Although I knew that this thing was not used at all, I couldn't even give him a little sense of security, but I was still stuck in his hands.

Although the Pacific Fleet was destroyed by the typhoon, his instincts told him that more than 100,000 naval officers and soldiers who were buried in the belly of the fish were mostly unable to get rid of the man in front of him.

Reminiscent of the torrential rain in Colombia, a vocabulary that only exists in the legend, comes to his mind.

Meteorological weapon

This is a science fiction.

But when it comes to the sacred shield of the twelve tridents, the meteorological weapons do not seem to be too far from reality.

Didn't care about the Brien who was wearing the same as Aboriginal, Jiang Chen looked thoughtfully at Trang.

Of course he can hear the meaning of his sentence.

It’s nothing more than “I’ve been over 70 years old, and I’m lucky to have a life. It’s estimated that I can’t live for many years. I’m no longer pursuing other pursuits. I just want to spend the rest of my life on this island, and the one next to me is also He is the next king, can you let us go?"

However, since he has been found here, Jiang Chen cannot promise him.

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

Putting this president who should have died here, no matter what, the next step of the Star Ring trade is a hidden danger. Therefore, Aisha will ask Jiang Chen if he wants to deal with him.

“Even if you think someone will replace your position?” Jiang Chen asked thoughtfully.

"Take it, take all my things away, don't bother me anymore, I know that I messed up, they are respectful and respectful in front of others, and they greet Yang in the back," with a near-self-deprecating tone, Trang The score is full of indifference, "I know you want to laugh at me being shot, even though I laughed. Now sitting in the presidential position is Mike Burns, you go to find him. I have nothing now, you don't have to be at me. Only small ants"

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

"What do you mean." Trang scored frowning.

"Literature," came to the side of the Trang spectrum, Jiang Chen said faintly, "If I tell you now, once you give up everything, then everything you have will be replaced by another person. Even so, you are still willing ?"

"Oh, God, can you still see my poor legacy?" Trang couldn't believe it, but it was difficult to pinch, and the voice trembled. "My assets are not a fraction of you. Why are you not?" Willing to let me be here quietly"

"Because we need the name of Trang," interrupted Trang's speech. Jiang Chen's mouth evoked a smile and slowly confessed his original plan. "So we will create an identical person, for the time being. Call it Trang Spectrum No. 2. Believe me, with our technology, I want to do this more than enough."

"You demon." Brian squeezed out the words from his teeth, staring at Jiang Chen, and his eyes were horrified and unbelievable.

He has already guessed from Jiang Chen’s words what the Star Ring trade is going to do.

"Well, I am a demon, then what are you?"

Jiang Chen did not go to see Brian, but said faintly, "Twelve tridents, 96 nuclear warheads. If you succeed, one million new citizens, even 7600 people stay in the new The American citizens of the country will become victims of your hegemony. There is never an international order in your eyes, and there is no such thing as humanitarianism. So why should you accuse me of it now? I am just doing what you have done to us. Come over and do it for you. If I am a demon, then please tell me, Mr. Brien, what are you?"

Brian spoke for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he reluctantly argued.

"We never thought about it"

Jiang Chen smiled and interrupted Brian's words.

"Don't tell me what you haven't thought about the twelve tridents that can hit the target. Eleven of them are aimed at the city of Coro, Anga, and Penglai. They just intend to contain our air defense forces, and then Focus on the strategic nuclear strike against the industrial base and the Crescent Island military base. Am I right? But you know, this excuse is meaningless, the war has begun, let your President Pengs explain to the International Court of Justice."

"Is the Pacific Fleet not enough?" Brien said hard.

"Not enough, let alone the Pacific Fleet, even with the Lincoln Memorial and the Statue of Liberty is not enough. You may not know, we have already landed in Washington and New York, and are now moving toward the Great Lakes." Jiang Chen said with a smile. "It will not end long, this war will end."

Brian and Trang scored there, his face filled with shock and incredible, and he couldn't digest the amount of information in his morning speech.

Even with the most pessimistic plan, Brien did not think that the Star Ring trade has landed in the United States. The Trang spectrum has been in a state of disconnection. After the crash of the Air Force No. 1 in his flight, he did not know anything about what happened in the international community. Even the news of the resurgence of the Colombian civil war and the destruction of the Pacific fleet was what Brian told him.

"Don't say this." Jiang Chen shook his head and finally looked at Brian and smiled at him. "Mr. Brian."

"What is it." Brien subconsciously groaned.

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

"Of course." Brien raised his head slightly and was proud of his answer.

"Very good, then please for the future of 300 million Americans," nodded. Jiang Chen suddenly raised the pistol without warning, aimed at the head of General Brian, whispered, "Go to hell. Go ahead."

boom!

The blood column spouted from the brain, and Brian fell to the beach.

The pungent smell of sulphur spread out, and the harsh gunshots frightened the natives who were waiting for the squad. They saw that they shouted "Tian Shen", "Fire", "Curse" and other unspeakable native languages, and they lost their hands. The spears, bows and arrows, turned and fled.

"God! Fak! You actually killed him." Trang scored back in horror. "You actually killed him. Do you know who he is?"

"I don't know, I don't want to know. Most of them are Pacific Fleet officers who have been in trouble. I have killed so many people, and I can't ask everyone for the bottom." I said this in an understatement, Jiang Chen will brave the smoke. The pistol was stuffed back into the waist. "And, I killed him, you have a chance to survive, don't you?"

Trang spectrum stared at Jiang Chen, because the fat and loose chest was up and down, not talking.

"Let's continue to talk about the topic just now," smiled slightly, and it was a temperate atmosphere. Jiang Chen continued to speak. "Our last negotiation was very pleasant, so today is me, not a cruise missile."

"What do you want to talk to me?" Trang trembled.

"First of all, I can make you have an enviable life," Jiang Chen said softly, with a confusing voice. "You will be in the position of the president for two terms, count the post-war interim government's ruling time, you Your term may be more than twenty years. In addition, your daughter will inherit the Trump Group, and we will let you have the wealth beyond the Morgan and Rockefeller families, and the Trang score will be given more. The meaning is remembered by future generations. Finally, you will become a hero to save the American people in danger, just like in Hollywood blockbusters."

life?

Comparing the wealth of Morgan and Rockefeller?

Save the hero of America?

Not being stunned by a series of sugar-coated cannonballs, Trang swallowed his mouth and watched Jiang Chen with vigilance.

"The first time I heard that selling national interests can still be a hero."

"Do you sell the national interest? No, no, the black pot won't belong to you." Shaking his index finger, Jiang Chen smiled faintly, paused for a moment, and continued, "In fact, we have enough evidence to prove Air Force One is not an accident, but "

"A long-planned murder." (.)