I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1477: War requires heroes

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If you go back a few years, maybe it ’s me who is standing on it.

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

If it had been before, he would definitely not let this opportunity of pretending be.

But now ...

I always feel that there is a lack of interest.

It ’s better to leave these opportunities to young people.

Although this sentence came out of his mouth before he was thirty years old, it seemed to be nothing convincing ...

The Xinguo Daily, founded by Xinghuan Trading and Investment, has the same status in the new country as the Washington Daily is to the United States. Normally, 80% of the news in the new country can be traced back to this newspaper.

It is for this reason that "Xinuo Daily" is equivalent to the vane of the entire Xinguo press.

War requires heroes.

Compared with reporting on the cruel side of the war, writing more about the heroes and their glorious deeds can allow the public to temporarily suspend their thinking about deeper issues. Even the most radical yellow, white, black, left, and pacifists will not choose to stand up and sing back in this moment.

If someone did this.

The bruised nose and bruise are all light.

In just two days, the future group, the Star Circle Trade, the new country ’s presidential palace, and the parliament have joined forces to create more than 20 war heroes through various media channels.

For example, Luo Zheng standing on the deck, and for example, Chinese soldiers with flags on the Statue of Liberty and Lincoln Memorial respectively, such as the Slav pilot with the most crashes (the number of electronic pilot crashes is not counted) For example ...

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that those heroes who are reported in newspapers, TV, and online media, the skin color, ethnicity, and cultural circle basically match the population composition of the new country.

Everyone can share their glory from this war.

Compared to the young man who did n’t understand anything many years ago, Jiang Chen felt more and more comfortable handling these political, economic, and military issues.

Of course, to be able to have the status that he has today, he is also indispensable to those who are capable.

Roughly read the contents of the "New Country Daily" today, Jiang Chen turned to another foreign media newspaper. Unexpectedly, when he turned the first page, he saw a picture that made him unbearable.

On the cover of the French newspaper Le Monde, an Asian man was sitting on the nuclear bomb with the Stars and Stripes on his legs, and underneath the nuclear bomb was the fragmented United States and the burning Lincoln Memorial Hall and Statue of Liberty.

Jiang Chen noticed that the French painter who painted this comic also painted a bunch of mustaches under his nose.

"Interesting."

Haha smiled. Although he knew that the French media was satire, Jiang Chen did not take this picture seriously.

Compared with the New China media, foreign media seem to be more interested in himself than who blew up the torch of the Statue of Liberty and who boarded the Lincoln Memorial, even though he has deliberately reduced his public presence over the years The number of appearances before, but this "interest" seems to be increasing.

Just when Jiang Chen was going to look at the Frenchman's evaluation of him, a phone call from Crescent Island hit his watch.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen asked casually after pressing the connect button.

"Morgan has already caught him while he was on a cruise ship to England." Ivan immediately replied, "Now on our nuclear submarine."

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

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

"No need, when this war is over, it is the American judge who tried him, there is no need to take him to the new country," Jiang Chen continued after a pause, "Yes, what about Rockefeller? Is it? "

"When we arrived at his mansion in Queens, he was missing," Ivan replied. "Now our people are hunting for it with the cooperation of ghost agents, and there should be results soon. "

"This is up to you, I only look at the results."

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

While speaking into the door, Jiang Chen briefly learned from Ivan the situation in North America, then hung up the phone, looked at the door and gently opened the door, and walked towards his side. Aisha, smiled slightly.

"Rockefeller found it?"

Aisha shook her head gently.

"It was found by Trang."

Jiang Chen froze slightly, and the newspaper in his hand was completely put down.

After frowning for a moment, Jiang Chen asked.

"Where did you find it?"

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

Although the New American War broke out, the search for the Air Force One wreck did not stop. A military observation satellite is dedicated to the search. A team of about 50 observers, with the assistance of AI, compares satellite images of the entire Pacific one by one.

Of course, these searches are not for Trang, but for the black box on Air Force One. In Jiang Chen's follow-up plan, this black box is a very important part. As for Trang's life or death ...

In fact, it has no effect.

"French Polynesia? Voges, this life is pretty solid."

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

If he remembers correctly, Air Force One disappeared in the radar blind zone between the Mariana Islands and Wake Island. Not to mention, one location is in the northern hemisphere, and the other is in the southern hemisphere. Even if you do n’t encounter a shark along the way, the probability of survival is pitiful ...

Not to mention people in their 70s.

"Are you going to deal with him?" Aisha whispered softly, a flash of cold killing flashed in her soft tone.

If Jiang Chen needs it, she does n’t even mind going there in person.

Looking on the chair, Jiang Chen thought about it for a long time.

Aisha stood there quietly, waiting for his orders.

After about five minutes, Jiang Chen suddenly opened the holographic screen of the watch and called the doctor Dr. Amos who was working at the Special Project Research Institute of the Star City. .

"The Synthesizer project stops first."

"Stop?" Dr. Amos froze for a moment and couldn't help saying, "But I'm almost successful ..."

Without consulting with him, Jiang Chen repeated his orders and then hung up.

"Back to the question just now, don't use it for the time being ..." Looking at Aisha, Jiang Chen's index finger lightly tapped on the armrest of the chair. After a pause, he continued, "Prepare me Helicopter, we will start now. "

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

"Coconut Island, my water droplets stop there. Under the arrangement of these two days of work, I will accompany me to a distant trip."

"Before deciding what to do with him, I plan to spend some time talking with him."

"About the future of America."