I have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World - Chapter 1423
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Chapter 1423: Send Them To Pick Garbage
Originally, Sean planned to sink into the depth of the Pacific Ocean with the USS Obama, but the moment when that cargo ship was tossed against the deck of the aircraft carrier by the howling hurricane, fear ultimately prevailed.
People were afraid of death after all.
If he asked himself about the dream of reviving the United States, his desire for power still outweighed his pure belief.
After the desperate attempt by the Presidential Guards, Sean narrowly evacuated to the bottom of the cabin. Before the USS Obama sunk, he got into the submersible and evacuated with several Congress members of the same party.
Curled up in the submersible, he carefully calculated his future.
Panama was definitely not a place where he could go. The USN fleet was destroyed by the weather weapons. The next stop of NAC had to be the concentration camp in Panama.
Originally, he planned to go to Boston, the “Sacred Place of Revolution for the Thirteen Colonies” on the East Coast. He could gather like-minded allies to look for opportunities for a comeback. However, their submersible had not traveled for dozens of nautical miles before it was captured halfway by Beluga Station’s submarine.
There was not much to say about what happened next.
It didn’t take long for him to be sent to Outpost Town by a Beluga Station cargo ship, together with other captives rescued along the way.
Sean, who stood among the prisoners of war, looked at the man in his early twenties as his face turned into a ghostly white. He felt a chill down his spine.
Although it was the first time he saw the fabled NAC General, he had long heard of his tales. Until two days ago, he was still dismissive of these rumors as he thought the so-called General was just a wannabe of the old world.
As for now…
His insignificant conceit had long since sunk into the trenches under the Pacific Ocean with the USS Obama.
Just as Sean looked at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen also examined him with interest.
After Jiang Chen retrieved the image records stored in Zhou Guoping’s chip. He had already met the legendary American president on the computer. To talk about the difference between the real person and the holographic image, it was that in the eyes that were avoiding his eye contact, the pride and arrogance had disappeared, only panic and fear were left behind.
“Mr. President?”
Sean swallowed down the dry lump in his throat, then tried to squeeze out a smile that was no better than crying with his tense muscles, he stuttered, “No, no, not at all…”
“I heard that you are going to hang me on the mast of the USS Obama?” Jiang Chen joked as he looked at the panicking Sean.
He heard this sentence from Zhou Guoping in a speech to voters.
Mr. President seemed to make similar rhetoric frequently. Jiang Chen just picked one and repeated it. He didn’t expect to directly scare the president even more; he was even afraid to breath out loudly.
“Those…” Sean swallowed down another dry lump and started to tremble. However, he had still put on a flattering smile, “Those are all misinformation, absolutely nothing like that happened… Your subordinates must have heard it wrong.”
Jiang Chen glanced at him with a mischievous smile, then finally looked at the Beluga Station captain, and pointed at the group of slaves.
“Give me a price for these people.”
Since the NAC General was negotiating, the captain was afraid to provide the previously quoted price of fifty credits per person. After he hesitated for a moment, he took a middle number and cautiously said, “Thirty credits per person.”
Thirty credits, slightly higher than the expected price, but not much higher.
“Two hundred and seventy-eight people, eight thousand and one hundred credits,” Jiang Chen nodded and looked at the port worker next to him. “Pay him. Find a few containers for these salves. Panama’s battle should be over soon. Once Li Wang brings our colonists home, we’ll send them there.”
After Jiang Chen finished this sentence, he left the Americans with grim expressions and exited the area.
An endless amount of work was waiting for them.
Until death, they would work under the supervision of those who had been oppressed by them.
…
After the USN trouble was resolved, Jiang Chen spent a rare weekend of peace in North America.
Outpost Town that had restored order was like a magnet in the ruins. An endless stream of merchant fleets soon gathered here again. When they saw the familiar flag and the familiar goods in the warehouse, all transactions proceeded as before, as if nothing had happened to this place.
During this relaxing week, Jiang Chen, at the invitation of the two leaders, Paul Revere and Brian Eddie, took the time to visit Liberty City and Steel City respectively, and received a warm welcome in both cities.
Perhaps because the two sides reached an agreement on the “climate issue”, the attitudes of the two major West Coast native survivor forces towards Outpost Town and NAC were not as tense as they were initially. In addition to trade, the two sides had also reached agreements on issues such as the elimination of predators and the elimination of mutated human tribes.
As for the specific details of these agreements, Jiang Chen left them to Zhou Guoping. After all, he was the governor of the colony and Jiang Chen had to return to Wanghai in a few days.
At noon on the eighth day, the figure of AS Order appeared on the horizon of the West Coast.
Two cargo ships followed far behind the steel airship, and the colonists stood on the deck, cheering or crying toward the West Coast. During this month, they suffered humiliation. Many people died in Central America, and less than half of them returned home.
The suffering they experienced in the past month had finally ended.
At the colony’s port, Jiang Chen saw the triumphant Li Wang.
Jiang Chen first praised the glorious achievements of a group of soldiers in Panama, and then he stood on the lift of the port and gave a heartfelt condolences speech to the colonists who had returned home.
After he finished all of these tasks, he instructed Zhou Guoping to settle these poor and unfortunate people, then returned to the colony headquarters with Li Wang and others.
As for the victory celebration, the award ceremony, and the like, would be carried out at the square in Sixth Street based on tradition.
“…In addition to our people, there are about 20,000 South American survivors. We got their help when we attacked the USN Panama base. I would like to ask your thought on how should we handle this situation?” Li Wang asked Jiang Chen.
“The Panama base can be kept,” Jiang Chen looked at the world map on the wall. “It’s also very important to us. It’s the gateway between the West and East Coast.”
“Our next goal is the East Coast?” Li Wang asked.
“Let’s talk about that later, we should finish what’s on our plate first.” Jiang Chen laughed, “We haven’t digested the West Coast yet. If we join the fun on the East Coast, more likely than not, we will get into more troubles again.”
The two looked at each other and laughed together.
After a pause, Jiang Chen glanced at the world map and said seemingly nonchalantly.
“After I go back, I plan to push army reform.”
“Is it the advice of Chief of Staff Han?” Li Wang carefully asked.
“That’s right.” Jiang Chen nodded.
With the expansion of territory and the increase of the population base, the NAC military government had now amassed more than 100,000 troops. The current army establishment of the NAC was no longer suitable for its size, and reform was imperative.
In fact, as early as the end of last year, Han Junhua had suggested this to Jiang Chen and even designed the reform plan, but it was not implemented for various reasons.
By the time he returned to Wanghai, it was time to push forward the long-delayed reform…
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