I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 1476: Every War Needs Heroes

Perhaps a few years ago, it would be me standing on the deck.

Jiang Chen grinned and thought as he saw the illustration under the headline of “Xin Daily” of a power armor standing on the deck of an aircraft carrier.

If it were before, he would definitely not let go of this opportunity to show off.

But now...

The idea seemed dull.

It was best to leave these opportunities to the younger people.

Although when this sentence came out from someone less than 30 years old, it seemed unconvincing...

The “Xin Daily”, founded by Celestial Trade Investment, was similar to “Washington Post” in the UA. Typically, 80% of the news in Xin could be sourced back to this newspaper.

It was precisely because of this that “Xin Daily” was the lead voice in Xin news.

Every war needs heroes.

Compared with reporting on the cruel side of war, if more emphasis was placed on the heroes and their glorious deeds in the war, it would make the public temporarily forget about the deeper issues entrenched in the war. Even the most radical leftists and pacifists would not choose this time to voice their opposition.

If someone did really do this.

Getting a beating was probably the lightest punishment.

In just two days, Future Group, Celestial Trade, the Presidential Palace of Xin, and the Parliament had joined forces to create more than 20 war heroes through different media channels.

For example, Luo Zheng who stood on the deck, the soldiers who placed the Xin flag on the Statue of Freedom and the Lincoln Memorial, as well as the Slavic pilot with the most number of enemy units downed (the stats from electronic pilots were not included), and so forth...

Upon closer examination, it was not difficult for those with an acute awareness to find the skin color, race, and cultural heritage of those war heroes heavily reported by newspapers, television, and online media to be corresponding to the population composition of Xin.

Everyone could share the glory that belonged to them equally in this war.

Compared with the young man who knew nothing many years ago, Jiang Chen felt that he was more and more comfortable in handling these political, economic, and military issues.

Of course, the work of his team was also indispensable in him getting to the current position.

After he flipped through “Xin Daily” from today, Jiang Chen picked up another newspaper from a foreign publication. Unexpectedly, when he turned the first page, he saw a scene that made him laugh.

On the cover page of Le Monde in France, an Asian man with his legs crossed was sitting on a nuclear bomb with a star-spangled flag. Under the nuclear bomb, there was the UA torn into pieces and the burning Lincoln Memorial and Statue of Freedom.

Jiang Chen noticed that the French artist who drew this cartoon also drew a tuft of mustache under his nose.

“Interesting.”

The drawing did make him chuckle. Although he knew that the French media was mocking him, he didn’t take this illustration to heart.

Contrary to the Xin media, foreign media seemed to be more interested in him than who blew the torch off of the Statue of Freedom and who stood on top of the Lincoln Memorial. Even though he had deliberately reduced his exposure to the public over the years, the media’s “interest” seemed to be on the rise instead.

Just when Jiang Chen was about to read the French’s evaluation of him, a call from New Moon Island arrived on his watch.

“What’s the matter?” Jiang Chen asked casually after he pressed the pickup button.

“Morgan has been caught. He was on a yacht to Britain at the time,” Ivan responded immediately, “Now he is on our nuclear submarine.”

“Very well, send him to South Columbia first and let him stay there for a few days.”

“Roger. We don’t need to bring him back?” Ivan asked.

“No. After this war is over, it will the judge from UA who will try him. There is no need to bring him to Xin,” After a short pause, Jiang Chen continued on, “Also, where is Rockefeller? Did you find him? ”

“He was missing when we rushed to his mansion in Queens,” Ivan replied, “Now our people are pursuing him with the cooperation of Ghost Agents. We should have an answer soon.”

“You figure it. I just need the result.”

While they were speaking, there was a knock on the door of his office.

While he said “come in”, Jiang Chen briefly asked Ivan about the battle in North America. Then he ended the call and looked at Ayesha who came in gently. He smiled.

“We found Rockefeller?”

Ayesha shook her head slightly.

“We found Trump.”

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback. He put down the newspaper in his hand.

After he frowned for a moment, he asked.

“Where did you find him?”

“On a small island in the South Pacific Ocean, about two hundred nautical miles from French Polynesia, close to the Cook Islands,” Ayesha responded.

Although the Xin-UA War erupted, the search for the wreckage of Air Force One by Xin did not stop. A special military observation satellite was put into the search work. A team of observers composed of about fifty people, with the assistance of AI, compared satellite images of the entire Pacific Ocean one by one.

Of course, the rescue work was not meant for Trump, but the black box on Air Force One. In Jiang Chen’s follow-up plan, this black box played a significant role. As for whether Trump was dead or alive...

It did not matter.

“French Polynesia? What the, he is quite lucky.”

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but exclaim at the fact.

If he remembered correctly, the Air Force One disappeared in the radar blind spot between the Mariana Islands and Wake Island. If all other factors were ignored, the fact that one location was in the northern hemisphere and the other was in the southern hemisphere made this quite spectacular. Even if he did not encounter sharks along the way, the probability of surviving was quite small...

Besides, he was in his seventies.

“Do you want to get rid of him?” Ayesha asked softly. There was a glimpse of deadliness that exuded from her gentle tone.

If it was part of the plan, she wouldn’t mind making a trip there herself.

Jiang Chen leaned back against the chair and thought for a long time.

Ayesha stood there quietly and waited for his orders.

About five minutes later, Jiang Chen suddenly turned on the holographic screen of the watch and called Dr. Amos who was at the Celestial City Special Projects Research Institute. Before Dr. Amos could speak, he went straight to the topic.

“Stop the cyborg project.”

“Stop?” Dr. Amos was stunned, then he complained, “But I’m so close...”

Without discussing it further with him, Jiang Chen repeated his order and then hung up.

“Going back to the question just now, we don’t need to for the time being...” As he looked at Ayesha, he tapped on the armrest of the chair. After a short pause, he said, “Prepare a helicopter for me. We will department now.”

“Okay,” Ayesha nodded, “Where are we going?”

“Coconut Island. My Droplet submersible is docked there. Make some arrangements at work for the next few days and come with me on a trip.”

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

“About the future of the UA.”