MTL - Real Apocalypse Game-Chapter 489 blond boy episode
Hearing the news on TV, Shen Feng couldn't help frowning.
Has the international situation deteriorated again...
The situation in the post-globalization era looks extremely complicated, but the root cause is actually nothing more than the hegemonic challenge of the newly emerging Eastern powers to the Western North American Eagle States.
All international relations are Sino-US relations.
At present, it seems that the rise of extreme nationalism and conservatism in Western countries has begun to adopt a strategy of de-globalization that prioritizes the eagle country, which has formed a huge impact on the current international situation.
And now this willful and random causal diplomacy has intensified the possibility of violent conflict between the two global powers.
The human world has moved from the order after World War II and the Cold War into a jungle of chaos.
The original international order has collapsed, and human society is about to collapse as well.
It's just that for the current Shen Feng, the last thing he wants to see is this scene.
When those politicians in Western society drag the world to the brink of war for their own sake, there are still a lot of indescribable and indescribable horrors in the dark, eyeing the earth and human civilization.
Whisperers, in particular, have been anticipating spontaneous chaos within human civilization.
The beginning of this confusion can be said to be in its favor.
Listening to the news broadcast coming from his ears, staring at the silent stone statue of the girl in front of him and thinking for a moment, Shen Feng turned around and said to Jingwei:
"How's the North American cyber infiltration going? I mean the overall cyber in Washington."
Jingwei walked into the study, raised his hand and touched the head of the girl's stone statue, and said with a smile:
"You mean the internal network in the White Palace? The internal independent security system built by the Pentagon that leads directly to the bunker? I've already fixed all that stuff on the twenty-seventh day after you brought it back to this world... Of course , I was still weak back then... I can send you the blond boy's bath photos now if you want."
Shen Feng shrugged and said:
"There's no need to hurt our own comrades... Well, it's our future comrades... It's great that we've got it all done. Next, we're going to carry out the "head transplant" plan to make the world a little safer."
Hearing this, Jingwei's eyes lit up involuntarily, and he jumped and cheered:
"Long live! Our Xiaofeng has finally come to his senses! I told you a long time ago that you should be low-key when you should be low-key, and you should also shoot when it's time to take action. If you had done this long ago, wouldn't there be no such troubles? Don't worry, I'm going to find a few suitable candidates in 'True Doomsday Game' 1.0 and start our plan. For me, this kind of thing is really much more interesting than any doomsday mission... Speaking of which, if you want, don't say it The president can be an emperor! Or do you want to be a king or something? Living in the desert every day with diamond oil, riding camels and beauties?"
Shen Feng: "...help me arrange a flight to Dubai immediately."
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"FakeNews! F**K! F**K! F**K!"
White House intern Lewinsky walked out of the Oval Office with documents in his hands. Hearing the frenzied and angry roars coming from the room, he couldn't help but quicken his pace, trying to get out of here quickly, almost with a heavily armed Secret Service Staff hit.
The Secret Service clerk whistled, gave Lewinsky a mocking look, and whispered:
"Careful, dear, do you have an appointment tonight? Remember, I was John who ran into you at the door last week."
Lewinsky's eyes widened, and he glanced at the agent, his palm swept across the opponent's palm, and then quickly ran away.
Inside the Oval Office, there were still roars coming from now on:
"Damn fake news! CNN! How dare they say that about me!? Bunker boy!? Chinese hiding in the White House!? Traitors! Those Democrat **** are traitors! Don't they know, **** stay How much debt do I have? If I don't look for money and cut spending, our government and country will be overwhelmed by debt!"
"Get me the lousy Clinton and stupid George W. Bush portraits out of the White House lobby! Get our Republican president!"
"Damn Pelosi! Damn Nico! Damn illegal immigrants! Damn **** allies! A bunch of vampires! I gave everything to make this country great again! I haven't played golf in three days! He Damn bunch of bastards!"
"Let Mexico's Lopez wait outside! I won't talk to him unless he's willing to pay us to build the wall!"
"Oh dear Ivanka baby, only you are my solace, you are my angel, I don't know what I would do without you... what? Nashku's mask? Oh dear, you know , I love you and your husband Nashku, he is a good boy, he just sells a few masks, this is a trivial matter, it must be the devil of the Democratic Party, rest assured, everything will be fine..."
"No one knows medicine better than me, the idea of injecting antiseptic into an IV isn't infeasible, it's just that we might need to dilute the dose, it's just a conspiracy by the Democrats, it's all ***'s fault, and Fauci ...It's all Fauci's responsibility, as the chief infectious disease expert, he didn't give the helpful advice he should have in the first place, it's all his fault!"
"Yeah, that's a good idea, wait for me to post a few tweets about Fauci's great exploits, and hold a press conference to let our loyal voters hear the truth..."
"…"
The swearing from the Oval Office gradually subsided, as if the owner of the voice had found a breakthrough and got emotional catharsis.
A murmur followed, apparently from a group of staff advising the owner of the voice.
After a while, the voice just now came again:
"Okay, I'm going to watch TV for a while, let me be alone for a while."
The door to the Oval Office was quickly opened, and a dozen men in suits and ties came out.
The first few people with outstanding looks and their heads held high are the members of the president's family.
The Secret Service clerk who was guarding the door, John, suddenly stood up straight. He knew that the few people walking by his side were actually the core decision-making circle of the entire Eagle Nation.
Even the one sitting in the Oval Office is nothing but a wish fulfiller for these people.
A humanoid wishing machine.
Those who control the entire Eagle Nation are the people closest to these presidents.
At the back of the crowd, a gray-haired man hurried out with a document in between.
It was Meadows who just recently took over the position of White House Chief of Staff~www.novelbuddy.com~ As an official who has only served as White House Chief of Staff for three months and has just entered the decision-making circle, Meadows has always been cautious and tried not to lose himself. this post.
Of course, all he has to do is simply say yes to any suggestion the president makes.
This is actually the most convenient strategy.
After all, everyone who objected before has been fired, and a book is currently in the works.
Meadows quickly returned to his office, closed the door and sat in a chair with a sigh of relief.
After all, he had endured the bombardment for more than an hour, and his forehead was getting wet with saliva.
At this moment, his phone vibrated suddenly, and a red-red eye icon appeared.
Meadows didn't move, but firstly looked around slowly, then poured himself a cup of coffee, and then closed the curtain casually, and then picked up the phone seemingly casually.
His movements seem to be light and calm, but his heart has long been turbulent, and his breathing has become rapid.
Gently clicked on the icon, and a message appeared in front of me:
"Private Mark Meadows, Third Brigade, The Salvation Army, this is an order from the Commander-in-Chief."
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