I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 891: The amount of chips

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The moment the embassy was hit by a "missile", Venice Avenue was completely boiled. The entire embassy was cut off at a corner, and the steel bars in the concrete were exposed. The splashing cement blocks even hit the armored vehicles at the street entrance, showing the powerful impact.

U.S. soldiers leaning on the back of the armored vehicle poked their heads out and looked at the messy embassy, ​​unable to resist.

"WTF? What kind of stuff is that?"

"Missile? Or something?"

"None of them ... do you think what you just dropped like a person?"

If it was n’t for the police ’s desperation to stop, those reporters would have rushed into the embassy immediately. They desperately want to know what exactly hit the embassy just now, and they have reason to believe that the audience waiting in front of the TV set also desperately want to know this.

SWAT leaned on the door of the embassy, ​​the automatic rifle in his hand was loaded, and just waiting for the command of the chief, he rushed in to teach the terrorists who had beaten them in disgrace. However, in the face of reports prepared by his subordinates, Los Angeles Sheriff Michael William seemed quite hesitant.

He has not obtained authorization from the White House.

Or, the White House has not yet obtained the authorization of the new country.

Lawrence leaned against the street light and stuck his phone to his ear. This was the tenth call he had received. Half of them came from the White House, half from Congress and the FBI General Directorate. Everyone wants to know what happened and what hit the embassy. Are the people in the embassy alive?

And ...

Did the war break out?

Lawrence saw with afterglow that the people around the cordon had no serious consciousness. Many people are busy uploading the captured photos to Twitter or Facebook, sharing their shock at this moment.

"I swear! I saw it just now! It ’s definitely not a missile, it ’s a person! No, it ’s Iron Man! **** is on, this is crazy!"

"... Do superheroes really exist?"

"Why are our police still not moving? What are they waiting for!"

Lawrence retracted his gaze, sighed, and turned his attention to the semi-collapsed embassy, ​​while praying in his heart.

Do n’t be okay ...

......

The muzzle smoked, and Jiang Chen put away the tactical rifle in his hand and at the same time lifted his power armor.

I have already asked for the information I want, and Jiang Chen naturally has no need to let Kammut Rothschild survive. As a member of the Rothschild family, he was separated from Carmen by more than three generations, and did not have any value as a bargaining chip.

As a gatekeeper, he knows far more than Jiang Chen imagined.

Every time a 33 ° member of the Freemasonry holds a secret meeting, as a gatekeeper, he will stand at the door of the conference room. Although he didn't deliberately listen to the content of the meeting, he was very clear about the list of 33-degree members of the Freemasonry and the meeting place.

Removed the satellite phone, Jiang Chen put the rifle aside, sat on the sofa, and dialed Aisha's phone.

"Are you okay!"

In Aisha ’s voice, there was a rare anxiety and confusion.

Jiang Chen smiled comfortably at the familiar voice.

"I'm fine. The embassy crisis has been lifted. In addition, I also found a lot of interesting information from the gatekeeper."

Aisha was relieved and whispered slightly.

"Next time ... don't do this."

"Relax, I know the size." Jiang Chen said indifferently, leaning on the cushion of the sofa, lifting Erlang's legs and then saying, "The rest of the work is to wipe the tail, I need you to send more people to Europe , It's time to make a break. "

Aisha closed her eyes slightly and said seriously: "Leave it to me."

"Also, give a word to Zhang Yaping, I need the new government to pressure the US government. I just had an interesting confession in my hand, which happened to belong to a CIA agent." Jiang Chen grinned. , "This will be a breakthrough for us to blackmail the White House."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen stretched out and looked at Zhu Yu lying on another sofa.

The beta-4 drone has performed simple hemostasis and bandaging on her wounds, and hovered next to her after completing the task. Jiang Chen recruited the drone back through the holographic screen, reached out and threw it back to the storage space.

The drone downstairs is still hovering at the door of the hostage room, but there are no mercenaries alive in the entire villa. That set of power armor must not be hidden from everyone's eyes. Presumably, many embassy staff who were rescued will express doubts about this. There are also secrets about why you are not in the embassy.

Although there are a lot of troubles, Jiang Chen believes that Xia Shiyu will certainly find a solution for himself.

After dealing with the aftermath, Jiang Chen and the White House made a phone call when the outside world was uncertain about the situation in the embassy.

After the call was connected, Jiang Chen snatched the dominance without hesitation and spoke with an angry tone in calm.

"Mrs. Clinton, I need an explanation for this attack."

“I ’m really sorry for your encounter with the staff of your embassy, ​​Mr. Jiang Chen. I understand your anger and pain, but please believe me, we are also victims of terrorism. Forty Americans died in the attack. They were policemen and ordinary citizens. They may be the father of a child or the husband of a wife — "

Although the tone is quite sincere, this attitude, which puts him in the position of the victim, undoubtedly sets aside all responsibilities. Should I say that I am a former Secretary of State? On diplomatic issues, Hillary is undoubtedly a difficult opponent.

Jiang Chen interrupted her relentlessly.

"Want to listen to a recording first?" Jiang Chen grinned.

Hilary froze a little, not understanding what Jiang Chen meant.

"I'll just agree when you agree." Leaving this sentence, Jiang Chen opened the watch's holographic screen and played the recordings that Bernice obtained through torture.

......

(wind sound)

Ghost Agent: "What are you doing here?"

Steven: "Just in case."

Ghost Agent: "What does it mean just in case?"

Steven: "Literally ... If he came, I would kill him. If he didn't come, then the action failed ..."

Ghost Agent: "Who is he."

Steven: "Your boss, Jiang Chen."

......

When the recording was halfway through, Jiang Chen noticed that almost the breath sound had frozen on the other end of the phone. Half a minute after he turned off the recording, there was no word on the phone.

The CIA is suspected of murdering invited foreign officials and even colluding with terrorists. Once exposed, this scandal will not only destroy the diplomatic credit that the United States has operated for decades, but will also shake the foundation of the current federal government. If the Republican Party makes trouble, Clinton's government may become the shortest US president in a century.

As Jiang Chen expected, this is a bargaining chip with enough weight.

The corner of the mouth slightly evoked a slight arc, and Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, waiting patiently for Hillary ’s reply.

"If you have no impression of the name Stephen, I can remind you appropriately. His identity is the CIA agent supervisor and belongs to the Ukrainian Action Group. Now, his people are in our hands."

Silent for a long time, Hillary no longer goes around, speaking.

"Speak directly, what do you want." (To be continued.)