Early the next morning, at the cemetery on Koro Island, Jiang Chen, as the chairman of Xinghuan Trading, attended the funeral of four fallen soldiers.
Xinghuan Trading reported on the incident where the consignment ship was hijacked by pirates, and stated that all the hostages had been rescued and all the pirates had been killed on the spot. Four Xinghuan trade bodyguards died in the line of duty. Jiang Chen personally attended the funerals of the four soldiers and personally handed over the medals of honor and pensions to the families of the fallen soldiers.
At the funeral, after Jiang Chen finished his condolences, he briefly spoke to the media about the incident of pirates hijacking a consignment ship.
"… Star Ring Trade will not compromise with any evil force, absolutely, and never will. No matter how much sacrifice is made, no matter what means are used, no matter the provocation comes from pirates or anything else, we will protect us at all costs of citizens.”
“…let us remember those warriors who sacrificed their lives for peace.”
The audience burst into applause.
After the speech ended, the reporter immediately stepped forward and stretched out the microphone.
"Mr. Jiang Chen, as the chairman of the board of directors of Star Ring Trade, what do you think of the connection between the nuclear explosion in Madagascar and Star Ring Trade pointed out by Mr. Smith, the president of Arrow Company?"
"I have no opinion on unreasonable remarks. And on this sad day, I don't want to express any opinion on events that have nothing to do with the Star Ring trade. But if the boss of Arrow Company is interested, I recommend him to go to Coro Island Psychiatric Hospital Hospital for treatment.”
There was some good-natured laughter from the crowd.
Although they knew it was inappropriate to laugh at a funeral, Jiang Chen's words still amused the foreign reporters.
Apparently, they also don't believe there is a connection between the Halo trade and nuclear bombs. After all, the new country has only mastered civilian nuclear technology for a few months. Even if we ignore the gap between civilian-grade nuclear technology and military-grade nuclear technology and secretly replace all the light-water reactors at the Coro Island Nuclear Power Plant with heavy-water reactors, in terms of time It is also impossible to collect enough "plutonium" needed to make nuclear weapons.
People are more willing to believe that it was the Arrow Company that deployed nuclear weapons in Madagascar.
As for whether there is any instruction from the United States behind this, it is unknown.
On the emerald green lawn, the honor guard raised their guns to their chests and fired three shots into the sky.
Surrounded by people, the coffin with the New Zealand flag was carried into the cemetery and buried. The military band played the solemn and passionate national anthem, which seemed particularly tragic amid the cries of the families of the fallen soldiers.
The ceremony is almost over. If you continue to stay here, I'm afraid you will have to deal with endless interviews from those reporters. Jiang Chen nodded to Ayesha beside him, then turned and walked towards his car. The accompanying bodyguards shielded him from reporters until the retro black car drove away.
…
Neither the White House nor the Pentagon has any precedent of wiping the butt of private military contractors.
The White House spokesperson insisted that he had no knowledge, and at the same time told the public that Arrowhead's assets in the United States would be strictly investigated to ensure that there are no nuclear weapons outside the control of the government in the United States. This is about the end of the accountability that can be known to the public.
As for the subsequent impact of this incident, it is still fermenting under the deliberate promotion of the online media owned by Future Man Group.
At this moment, in a manor in the suburbs of Bavaria, Germany, members of the Freemasons were holding a secret meeting.
Even today, when the Internet is highly developed, they still maintain the tradition of mysticism and rely on ancient dogmas to maintain a covenant that is better than blood.
Sitting in front of the round conference table, the white-haired old man sitting at the head, wearing the robe of a religious master of ceremonies, read this opening statement in a sad and solemn tone.
"Two days ago, in Madagascar, we lost two of our compatriots."
"The death of Mr. Ferran, a third-degree member, and Mr. Evans, a thirty-second-degree member, is a heavy loss to Freemasonry. We will not be blinded by hatred, and we will never let everyone go. An enemy who kills our fellow citizens."
"The Future People Group will definitely pay the price for their stupidity."
"As punishment, I propose that the gatekeepers be sent to Asia."
Having said this, the old man paused and looked at Carmen, who was sitting on the left seat.
"The new head of the Rothschild family, do you have any opinions?"
Twelve eyes looked at him, but Carmen's expression did not change. She leaned on the chair and smiled.
"No comments, sir."
The Rothschild family has many friends, but when it comes to their core interests, no one can be called a friend.
The old man nodded and placed his right hand on the table. On the dry finger, the golden ring shone in the light of the candle.
"So, let's start voting."
Thirteen hands were placed on the table, representing the thirteen families at the core of power in the old world, and unanimously approved the Lord's proposal.
The old man nodded with satisfaction, then looked towards the door.
The man standing at the door nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared from the door shrouded in darkness, as if he had never been there.
The old man withdrew his gaze.
"Now that the war has begun, let us carry out the ceremony to the end."
Everyone raised their right hands and solemnly repeated the oath that had been repeated ten thousand times in ancient Hebrew.
The candles on the wall flickered brightly and dimly.
Under the dim light, the thirteen upward rings were all engraved with the number thirty-three.
…
Three days have passed since the ship hijacking incident. Jiang Chen was sitting in the study room of the villa as usual, looking through unfinished books.
At this time, Natasha's knock came from the door.
As for why Jiang Chen knew so well, it was because every time Ayesha knocked on the door, she was as gentle as a cat...if cats could knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Jiang Chen sighed, and as he spoke, he stuffed the bookmark into the book, and then placed it on the corner of the table.
Natasha strode in quietly, and as Jiang Chen expected, she mentioned the matter straight to the point.
"You've gone too far."
"Going too far?" Jiang Chen smiled, stood up from the chair, and walked to the window of the study, "When we were in Antarctica, they sent a whole battalion of elites to besiege me. At that time, they never considered what they were doing. Isn’t it too much?”
The war has begun long ago, not just in the sense of bullets.
If either party naively thinks that both parties can coexist, that is truly naive. The new world must be nirvana in the flames of the old world. Whether it is Freemasonry or the AS consortium, they will eventually become the enemies of the future people group, but the oldest ones should die first.
Hijacking a consignment ship? It's just a stupid temptation. Starting from the most peripheral interests of the Future People Group, with Jiang Chen's compromise, we took away the building blocks of this building bit by bit, and gradually extended our hands to the more core interests...
However, Jiang Chen had no intention of compromising, right from the beginning.
Natasha raised her eyebrows.
"Is it really you who happened in Madagascar?"
"I didn't say anything." Jiang Chen shrugged, looked at the drones building the garden outside the window, and said with a smile.
“…”
Natasha stared at Jiang Chen's back speechlessly, not knowing what to say at this moment.
She didn't know whether he was confident that he would never lose the trump card in his hand, or whether he was blindly conceited because of his current achievements. There were many people who thought they could defeat that ancient alliance, but those geniuses who stood at the crossroads of history all ended up in the abyss of hell.
From Napoleon to Hitler, as far as war is concerned, they are undoubtedly geniuses.
"Can you answer me a question?"
Looking at the overlapping reflections of himself and Natasha in the window, Jiang Chen asked a little abruptly without turning around.
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