I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 326: Agent War

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"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Looking at Zhang Yaping, who looks like an old teenager, Jiang Chen smiled comfortably and said softly.

The expression on Zhang Yaping's face was bitter, his lips twitched for a long time, and finally he squeezed out a word.

"Failed ... sorry."

Five hundred people, five times the military power!

They never thought they might fail. Even if two people were used to change the government army for one person, they didn't have the reason to lose. However, they obviously overestimated the fighting resolve of the insurgents. Before going to the battlefield, each neck was harder than iron, and they only hated their parents and gave birth to two legs. Few people died in the crossfire, but countless people died on the road.

Speaking of equipment, the equipment of the anti-government army is not bad. Although there is no armored vehicle, anti-armor weapons like the AT4 rocket are quite a bit. Not to mention things like light machine guns, grenades, smoke bombs, etc ... However, these things were not very useful, so they were thrown on the road of escape and filled the arsenal of government forces.

Undefeated.

The uprising failed and the Civil Liberal Party was unable to protect itself under the overall suppression of the Panu authorities. Jiang Chen ’s investment of five million dollars naturally fell into disregard.

Zhang Yaping felt deeply guilty about the foreign businessman who helped him out in difficulties, but he was helpless.

"Do you know the reason for the failure?" Jiang Chen asked softly.

Smiling bitterly, Zhang Yaping leaned against the wall of the warehouse.

"Organization? Lack of training?"

"Your uprising is too hasty." As he said, Jiang Chen silently added a sentence in his heart: I'm really sorry, the guy Roberts confessed.

"Oh, anyway ... now it ’s useless to say these."

"Did you give up?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

"... The 12-hour civil war is over and the Edwardian government has demonstrated the strength of Panu ’s military. I believe that no one dares to resist his rule for at least ten years."

"Of course I know that I don't need you to tell me. All I want to ask is, have you given up?"

Looking at Jiang Chen for a long time, Zhang Yaping shook his head bitterly.

"How can I give up ... But I also have to learn to accept this fact. We thought that we had gathered 500 people and equipped with advanced American ordnance. It should be easy to behead Edward. The result ... "

"History does not have, nor does it."

"I know, but I ... sorry, let your investment float."

Jiang Chen smiled, "Five million dollars is just a small sum for me. I still can afford this water float. I want to gamble when doing business. It turns out that I lost the first game . All I want to know now is that you ’re not worth my continued betting. "

Zhang Yaping froze.

"You mean ..."

"I can subsidize you five million dollars."

"That was a waste of money, not to mention that President Edward has now enacted a restriction on private parties. Even if the Civil Liberal Party is standing up, no one will respond to this flag."

Jian Chen smiled when he heard the words.

All he wants is this effect. A weak and easy-to-control new regime came to power. In this way, even if they replace President Edward, their prestige in the hearts of the people will not be so high. Because the former regime was not overthrown by themselves, but the result of interference from outside forces. It's like a copy of Iraq to the United States, a perfect puppet regime.

Zhang Yaping looked at the cheerful smile on Jiang Chen's face in confusion. He didn't understand, what was ridiculous.

"I remember you went to study in New Zealand, right?"

"Yes." Zhang Yaping nodded. He even considered that if the uprising failed, he fled to New Zealand or Australia.

"Then have you heard of the term mercenary?"

......

The riot is over.

The gunshots in Koror City have been completely stopped and replaced by the whistle of an ambulance. It was not just the insurgents who were injured but ordinary citizens who were innocent. The riot happened very suddenly, and it was too late to avoid it. After the failure of the uprising, the cowardly insurgents rushed into the crowd in haste, causing many ordinary citizens who were too late to avoid to be injured or even killed in stray bullets.

Tonight is destined to be calm.

Outside the presidential palace.

Under this mansion that resembles the White House, Edward is facing a long gun and a short cannon, sweating and clarifying to the lively foreign media.

"Mr. President, what is your opinion about this riot?"

"They are just a group of thugs, and my army has suppressed them! I repeat, they are all thugs! Besides that, I have no opinion." Edward growled at the British reporter.

He ca n’t remember the first few clarifications. Did the journalists from the Western media put paste in their heads? Or is their ears deaf.

"Really? But they are citizens of the Republic of Panu. They did not dispatch police and sent troops directly to suppress it. Does this violate the Constitution of your country?"

"I say it again, no! If so, I will go back and change it now."

"Is the constitution of your country written on toilet paper? I mean the kind of **** wiping." An American reporter joked.

The crowd laughed.

Edward's face was pale, but he couldn't do anything to these people.

The toughness of the Panu authorities is only directed against the country. The US aircraft carrier stopped at Guam, a thousand kilometers away, and launched a military operation to rescue its citizens in minutes.

The only thing that irritates him now is that he apparently ordered the flight from abroad to be shut down within two days, but these reporters appeared in his land as if they had changed out of thin air.

After dealing with these reporters, exhausted Edward returned to the presidential palace and sat on his office chair.

However, after a while, a Chinese came in again.

Wang Tianfeng, representative of Linhua Group. I heard that a relatively strong family from the Kingdom of China called Wang is also the son of Linhua Group President Wang Linhua.

"Anything?" Edward changed his tone, and looked at the man standing at his desk.

"It's about the progress of the project." In fluent English, Wang Tianfeng said straight away, "The recent riots in your country have seriously affected the construction period of our Linhua Group ..." >

"If business matters, you talk to Johnny." Edward really didn't want to listen to this question anymore.

"But those who have not seen him at all recently." Wang Tianfeng said helplessly.

To be honest, he did not want to come to this ghost place at all. Even when dealing with foreigners, he was more inclined to go to places like Europe or the United States. However, the expansion of Linhua Group's business overseas was a unanimous decision of his father and the board of directors. As the future heir of Linhua Group, he must be familiar with overseas business as soon as possible.

In the words of his father, this is a good opportunity to establish prestige within the company. The calm Pacific island is undoubtedly much easier to start business here than in Africa with a chaotic political environment ...

Yes, it was really calm here two months ago. Now, the riots have brought the progress of the project to a standstill.

Seriously, he is more optimistic about the prospects of the IT industry than he is in the real estate industry. However, the failure of Linhua Group in the acquisition of future human technology projects, as well as the sudden overseas orders, made the board change its mind.

Thinking of this, Wang Tianfeng scolded the man named Jiang Chen a few words in his heart.

It's just a dog raised by Wang's family, but after two Wall Street Journals, it swelled into this look.

While thinking so, he selectively neglected the hard power of Futurian Technology and counted Futurian Technology's domestic performance as the head of his uncle Wang Dehai. Don't blame him for thinking so. After all, the rise of Linhua Group relies on policy.

"Can't see anyone?" Edward raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I went to his villa, but his security guard kept me out. And from that posture, the alert level seems to be a little high?"

"What is that guy doing?" Edward frowned.

Is there a limit for fear of death? The civil war is over and still hiding in the villa to see people. (To be continued.)