MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 906 Kant's Secret

Calm down, Donald, calm down.

The cold white house, the lonely Ah Chuan, the morning sun shines on the body through the window.

He takes a Diet Coke from the refrigerator and pulls the tab.

Sip slowly.

Scattered and drooping cornrow-like blond hair covers his forehead and almost falls before his eyes.

But he couldn't stop his fierce wolf-like gaze.

He maintained this posture, calming down the upset, panic, and restlessness.

And think carefully about the plan.

Because he has understood his dangerous situation.

Power has become like a castle in the air, and his life has also been threatened.

-According to normal circumstances, he took advantage of the circumstance where the American society was torn apart and defeated a group of political elites and succeeded in ascending to power. No matter how reluctant and unhappy the two parties were, they would recognize them with their noses pinched. This big commander, after all, this is the rule of the game, and everyone must abide by it.

Even the actual rulers and controllers of this country will do things that they were embarrassed to do in the past by taking advantage of him, the great leader who does not play cards according to the routine.

For example, clearing up some stagnation, sweeping away many historical burdens, and suppressing rising challengers.

Ah Chuan is actually well aware of these things, and he doesn't care about it - from his experience, being used is not a bad thing at all, because it shows that he has the value of being used.

And as long as there is value to be used, there is the possibility of trade and exchange.

He also made a fortune because of this, and his daughter and son-in-law made a lot of money in the Middle East.

These are the rules of the game. Ah Chuan thinks he has understood the rules of the game. He plays the rotten and stinky rules of Murray's political circles better than most beach leaders.

Everything is going smooth.

Stir up those pathetic, stupid, ignorant red-necked, devout followers who put him on the throne with fanaticism, adoration, and votes, and he also with white lies, false promises, overdrafts of future prosperity and even You might make a little bit but I'm sure to make a huge stock market in return.

Don't get me wrong, this is the fairest deal.

After all, those stupid guys just paid some worthless time, dozens of dollars in campaign funds, and a piece of ripped paper called a ballot, that's all, do you want any real money? Are poor people entitled to delusional high-return investments?

The idiots who hold the votes do not have a long-term vision, they do not understand the difference between long-term interests and temporary interests, and they do not realize that the current better report card is in exchange for overdrafting the future of Murray. They will only Cheer for the prosperity in front of you, and shout long live for the great commander Achuan.

Ah Chuan believes that this is the beauty of the democratic system.

Because...he can only do it for eight years at most.

The consequences in the future will depend on him.

This game, this plan, actually went very smoothly. He won countless supporters and handed in a good answer.

The current trend is very good, and I can't think of any possibility of losing the election.

There is no doubt that he will defeat the idiot of Sleepy Joe in the next election, and the two parties will be like a donkey for another four years, and the next four years will be the most wonderful four years for him to fulfill his ambitions and implement his ideals.

…However.

However, unexpected changes occurred.

The Transcendent Awakening events began to occur on a large scale during his tenure.

Things got complicated all of a sudden.

The bizarre events of these transcendent awakenings develop at an extremely fast pace.

The events of the previous year were basically trivial things. For example, a certain Luther in Queens suddenly burst into flames when he was masturbating. An Asian high school student in Austin burned the brains of the two football team players who bullied him with his eyes. A California bar's frontman has kept his calf **** friend alive in the supermarket after a high.

In the next year, things got bigger and bigger.

A horrific plague of locusts has occurred in West Africa.

A giant Leviathan sea beast slams down the coast of California.

The London branch of the Ancient Round Table has been slaughtered by an army of Beyonders.

The terrifying titan appeared on Lake Huron.

The strongest superhuman on earth appeared like a **** on earth - and he was actually a Chinese.

In particular, the large-scale extraordinary event is approaching the United States, which makes Achuan alarm bells.

He really understands the urination of those poor ghosts in the country. Whenever there is a major incident, he will go to mess, burn, kill and loot, and the Fick Newbies who have no integrity, no matter if they are justified or not, they will inevitably bring these riots. The blame for the incident was on his Achuan's head.

It seems that before he was elected, the American society was kind and friendly, with no racial discrimination and no difference between rich and poor, but after he was elected, he tore apart the once human beacon by himself.

In short, the leakage of large extraordinary events will have unpredictable effects on Achuan's re-election, because it will undoubtedly greatly affect his votes and approval ratings. According to Achuan's recent plans and intentions, he must do his best to suppress this term. Information about extraordinary events to prepare for battle.

What's the matter, I'll talk about it after I'm re-elected.

Anyway, even if he made some great fun in his second term, he couldn't help him in the slightest. If he did it well, it would not be impossible to follow the old example of Roosevelt and have a special re-election method during the period of extraordinary awakening. In that case, not only It's good, and it's so clear.

Having said that, although the abacus is fine, as a German immigrant and new-money, Ah Chuan is too simple after all.

He only anticipated the impact of extraordinary events on his re-election and approval ratings.

But he did not take into account the sinuous snake hidden under the bald eagle for more than 200 years.

The extraordinary awakening, all well-informed and broad-minded vested interests have realized that a brand new era in human history is coming.

As the most honorable and powerful old-moneys in this country and even in the world, these blue-blooded bumblebees naturally hope that their family can maintain the glory and power of the old days in a new era, rather than become a stepping stone for rising stars stone.

They are eager to obtain, possess and analyze the secrets of extraordinary power, so as to take the initiative in the following changes. To this end, they do not hesitate to destroy the stable order and rules of the game that have been built for more than a hundred years.

He came to the stage in person, exerted his heritage and strength, and made the two parties reach a tacit consensus.

Use some out-of-the-box tricks, so that in the next election, let A Chuan, a vulgar barbarian who inexplicably take advantage of loopholes, get out of the way and bring the country back on the right track.

End the inexplicable confrontation and confrontation with Kant, and ease the relationship. It is best to absorb him as a part of your own side, and introduce that noble and extraordinary bloodline. Even if you can't, you must numb and appease him.

Until they get the... gun that can make the gods of the world fall.

"I see…"

Ah Chuan whispered silently, he has gradually understood everything.

Therefore, today, Amper's dog will directly tear his face to prevent himself from having a bad relationship with Kant.

After all, those **** and vampires have never regarded Murray as their motherland. Their feelings for this country are not even as good as their grandfather's nouveau riche from Germany!

"They want me out..."

This is almost doomed.

If it was only within the rules of the game, he would have to face off against Sleepy Joe, a sad Alzheimer's, then Achuan would have no reason to lose.

But the maker of the rules personally went out and assembled the consensus of the two parties, which is another matter.

—The great commander bit his fingernails irritably when he thought of this.

The most deadly problem now is not losing the general election and being re-elected.

It's personal safety, family safety, everything in the Trump Organization.

He knows what he has done in office - how many political enemies and opponents he has offended, how many capitalists and groups have suffered heavy losses, and how many tens of thousands of dollars in coffee cups cannot be sold.

Originally in his plan, this was not a problem.

He even thought about his future after retirement - just like the books that his uncle gave him, the concept of the so-called "people's war", the tens of millions of red necks he gathered were his army, his largest backing.

That means tens of millions of votes, it means terrifying political resources, and it means that politicians like the party have to kneel down and call him Daddy!

Even after he retires, he can rely on this huge political resource to become a celebrity of the Elephant Party. Whoever he supports will become a congressman, mayor, governor or even the chief commander. At that time, even if he has left office, the Elephant Party will The small sandy beaches of ours also lined up to kneel outside the gate of Mar-a-Lago, begging the supreme His Majesty Achuan to grant them a brief and precious reception!

But smashed.

All smashed.

The referee went off in person, and the rules of the game had no effect... In front of those people, A Chuan's mere billions of dollars in assets, and no connections with political allies, were useless.

To die, to die, to die.

Or become a begging dog or a clown and ask for their forgiveness and kindness.

Do you want to hand over the safety of yourself and your family to those cruel and despicable sluts?

Since then, it has become a joke in the mouths of those "big men"?

Even the little people who are flattering themselves now can step on themselves at that time?

-Do not!

A Chuan stood up suddenly and patrolled fiercely like a wolf.

Asylum issues...or personal safety issues.

I need allies.

I need a little help.

Achuan looked around subconsciously.

White House, here is the official residence of the great commander, the highest power center, he is the master here.

- Not long ago, he thought so.

But the blatant monitoring, the defense chief who broke in brazenly, the bodyguard of the commander who changed his position without blinking his eyes, everything reminds Ah Chuan that you are being watched by the real big brother.

There is no ally in this house that he can rely on and rely on.

Who can help me?

— Proud Boys? Those redneck militias?

What a joke.

Soon, the behemoth across the Pacific Ocean appeared in my mind.

That's the name he's fondly called out on Twitter countless times.

Not even Ruasha.

Only that country has enough courage, will, blood and strength to fight against such an enemy.

It's what they've been doing.

I might be able to...

— No, not right.

Wait a moment.

Achuan shook his head.

This kind of thing is dangerous and outrageous. If it is discovered, it will be a dead end, and it will definitely be openly tried... From the practical point of view, the feasibility is not high. With the official level of prudence and seriousness in that country, his blatant defections and emigration after retirement may not be acceptable.

Murray's law and public opinion will never agree to the former commander-in-chief to emigrate to Tsao Na.

Not to mention those viper hyenas and jackals.

but…

The point of the question is never to tear down that official.

Rather...

He turned his head suddenly, took a few quick steps, came to the desk, and pushed aside the documents on his private desk.

From the top of the mountain of archives, take down a thick stack.

Open, there are photos on the first page.

A boy with yellow skin and black hair, with a subtle smile, a dignified demeanor, and proud as a god.

"It has to be valuable, Donald, it has to be valuable. You can't beg for pity under the fangs of those vipers, and you can't just go right there to make a sack full of secrets, you have to have value..."

He took Kant's picture from under the paper clip, held it up, and stared into the other person's eyes.

"What's my value to you?"

The important thing is not to demolish the official, but Kant.

Kant can provide him with shelter, and Kant can deter those who want to harm him.

Compared to demolishing the officialdom, Kant can do more free things.

A Chuan pondered for a moment and dragged across the mobile blackboard behind the desk.

He picked up a marker and wrote quickly on the blackboard.

Magnetic stickers stick files one by one.

Komora...or Jurban.

AWSL Corporation.

The Transcendent Training Academy under construction.

Kant made a proposal to all countries in the world through the mouth of the covenant—he wants to become the law of the world's extraordinary people, and he wants to govern and deter the extraordinary people all over the world.

All Kant's actions in the world that can be found by the intelligence machine of the American gangster have been thoroughly researched by Achuan. Now, these intelligences have been systematically sorted and summarized by Achuan.

"Kant..."

The old face was solemn, staring at Kant's global layout on the blackboard.

"I believe you are a true patriot, you stand on your country's side, you fight for her well-being and future, and you are willing to fight for more for her..."

His eyes swept over a piece of intelligence information, Kant's words and deeds, the brutal interference in the countries, and relying on Kant's potential to demolish the more arrogant attitude recently-in the recent negotiations, the United States represented by Pompey Pig. The imperial officials, who were being demolished every day, roared loudly, and all of them were furious.

"But I think..."

Ah Chuan whispered: "You don't seem to be serving your country wholeheartedly."

Construction of Jurban.

AWSL's strange business policy.

Kant's bizarre mode of action.

And the mutual attitude between him and the official - cordiality, tacit understanding, frankness, trust.

But it means a kind of alienation.

"You didn't join them, you didn't get into that huge system, you didn't hold a formal position, you didn't have a rank, so they couldn't treat you like a civil servant or a soldier..."

A Chuan murmured: "Kant, your main focus is on that little broken country in West Africa, and your strange enterprise... What makes you, a true patriot, keep a decent distance from your beloved motherland, not at all To integrate into them without reservation, to be their comrade-in-arms and a part?"

"I guess it must be..."

The Great Commander was silent for a moment, then said categorically: "—Secret!"

"What secrets do you have that you can't tell your own country?"

There seemed to be electric light shining in his eyes, and the spark of thinking was active and beating in the seventy-year-old brain.

"Does it have something to do with your unbelievably powerful, unidentified power?"

"Does it have anything to do with your purchase of arms and supplies in large quantities, but they are piled up in Comora without moving?"

"You are frantically acquiring companies and occupying land around the world. You have no business policy or main direction. You have to do everything and have everything, but do you prefer manufacturing and industry?"

The exploration of ideas is blocked at this step.

Weaving the global intelligence network with the United States, it is natural to keep an eye on Kant's every move at any time.

All warehouses, production lines, and acquisitions, every expense and income, are all tracked.

No material disappeared out of thin air, no production line was dismantled.

All the things purchased, the production technology introduced, the factories built, the hospitals built, were piled up on the narrow land of the Comora-Biagun United Kingdom, and the population from China and Southeast Asia was flown by plane after plane. In this country, there are yellow skins everywhere, and all the scholars, engineers and doctors who have been hired with high salaries are doing substantial work here, establishing settlements, planning cities, and laying railways.

This once called the world's poorest country, has begun to force industrialization.

All local blacks of school age were driven into schools and barracks. After they were full every day, they were trained by brutal instructors, who engraved discipline, hard work, obedience, punctuality, responsibility and tenacity in their bones and souls. Take a series of cultural courses.

Kant employed an astonishing number of mercenaries for this purpose, as well as a large number of domestic veterans.

If the things that happened in these military camps and schools spread out, the place would definitely be bombarded by human rights organizations. Every day, black people who were beaten on the brink of death were sent to the hospital, and some showed obvious racist tendencies and were not punished according to the training regulations. and trained white instructors being shot by tanks.

The most tingling thing is Kant's own approach.

When inspecting the training of recruits in a military camp, the locals, who had been lazy and undisciplined, were very slow to respond to the instructor's instructions and demonstrations, so Kant personally went to the field to teach.

He patiently demonstrated to the fifty trainees a series of essentials such as standing posture, stance, formation, etc., only in exchange for the other side's eyes and laughter to look at the monkeys. I taught it once, and it was the same. Finally, I taught it a third time, and it was the same.

The onlookers were disdainful of this soft teaching method, but Kant calmly showed a few pictures of local malnourished children and local people who were attacked by white phosphorus bombs in the Battle of Moyani. In the end, Kant told these black people that they were already far behind. If they didn’t want to be just pigs and sheep to be slaughtered and **** eating dirt, they could only catch up with blood and sweat.

The last time he ordered these people to carry out the essentials and specifications of the movements just now.

As always.

The white instructor who had been watching has not yet suppressed the disdainful sneer on his face, but Kant, who came calmly, pulled the assault rifle off his chest.

In front of everyone, Kant emptied the entire magazine for the fifty de facto civilians, and then calmly called out the next team of fifty, ordering them to use ten minutes to kill the dead on the ground. Only ten minutes to shovel out of camp with the living and come back for training.

And they took eight minutes and twenty-one seconds.

The next team's order was to shovel back the dead and the living outside the camp, and train them in ten minutes.

It is said that these fifty pieces of educational equipment had been used until the degree of decay was enough to affect the health of the students before they were ordered to be cremated. Officially authorized, all adult camps have designated kill quotas.

Of course, for countries, the matter is unremarkable.

Kant has already proved that he is a cynical and ruthless psychopath in the **** massacre of French and Baixi mercenaries, extraordinary people of all countries, and the superior people of the country. Compared with that, shooting a few Nicos is simply self-cultivation.

They were just curious what Kant wanted to do.

All the evidence shows that Kant is really sincere and wants to completely rewrite the fate of the Comora-Biagun United Kingdom, not only from the material aspects of national welfare, industrial strength, medical security, etc., but even to completely rewrite this The national character and spiritual outlook of the country.

Continuing to invest huge sums of money for this.

Buying a lot of materials, building factories, buying weapons production lines, bringing in workers from China with high salaries, building railways, building power stations, and building shipyards is all about building the Comora-Biagun United Kingdom into the most developed country in Africa. , It can be seen that Fa Baixi feels guilty.

Not only that, he even threw coins all over the sky and proposed topics to the top universities in the world, asking them to provide a detailed plan for turning backward areas into developed areas.

So...why?

Why do you care so much about this country? Why put so many resources into it?

The think tanks of the various countries were puzzled and agreed that there was a major reason for this, because according to Mr. Kant’s consistent words and deeds on the Internet, he did not look like an internationalist with such a sense of responsibility for black people, but These actions and investments are real.

After thinking about it, the public opinion is that this must be a conspiracy by Ah Gongzai.

But in Achuan's view...

Achuan turned around and dug out the report on the major transformation of Komora-Biagun from the archives.

On the first page, A Chuan's comment was written, which was his conclusion after listening to the report of the think tank.

"A bunch of salary thieves, analyzed a bunch of shit."

The commander-in-chief of Murray made his own evaluation and conjecture.

"If Kant is a pervert, then this is purely a large social experiment in domesticating Nego."

"If Kant is not, then he must be experimenting, summarizing and generalizing a method - a method of turning the most ignorant, laziest, and hopeless scum of backward regions into red elements."

A Chuan stared at his previous comment, thoughtfully.

"Secret... Kant, your secret."

He felt like he had touched a vague truth...but in fact, he should stop there.

"I seek cooperation, allies, and shelter, not another enemy who wants to kill me."

"Besides, this is just a conjecture."

"No matter what secret Kant has, there is no doubt about it - he has enough strength to defend this secret, and even Murray and Deanna don't want to unilaterally obtain it."

The grand commander said to himself: "So I won't probe your secrets, not for the time being. No matter what you want to do, I can provide you with convenience and help, and then you can receive my goodwill. I think Do a small favor for you, and then ask you to do me a small favor, so that we can be friends... After all, I should be valuable to you too."

for example…

He remembered the rune stone that appeared out of nowhere near Lake Huron.

Engraved with several mysterious symbols, it exudes energy fluctuations that amaze the extraordinary.

And Kant didn't notice... the agents had already taken it away.

At that time, after Achuan issued the order, he soon regretted it. He ordered to hide the stone from Kant and take away the stone. Turning his head, he felt that this was a very facile thing.

A strange stone that appears near Titan, is it a good thing or a bad thing? Bad things are more likely. If the research is secretly taken away, and some terrible enemy is attracted, it will cause a big mess like a Hollywood movie. It doesn't matter how many people die, it will be a **** mess to influence the election.

What if it was a good thing? Also useless.

Because, anything that cannot produce results and benefits in the first term cannot be said to be a good thing, and anything that cannot produce results and benefits in the second term is rubbish!

So, whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, at least give Kant a look...

If it's a good thing, talk about it after reading it.

If he dared to grab it, what would he do with the nuclear weapons?

It's a pity that Ah Chuan's idea at that time was still ruthlessly rejected by the five-headed building. Obviously, the poisonous snakes and the vampires will not let go of any ambition to monopolize extraordinary power... But now, it seems that these are not important.

That stone seems to be the first step in friendship.

"And now the question is..."

He bit his nails again: "How should I contact you? How should I hint to you?"

After what happened this morning, Ah Chuan realized that he had been monitored by a poisonous snake in all directions. If he rashly contacted Kant, put forward conditions, or reminded him of something...

Then he should go in a convertible.

What's worse is that if he was taken in a convertible and shot in the head by a Mexican illegal immigrant transgender vegetarian animal protection female gunman, then the US imperialists and even people around the world would find it very reasonable.

"How am I supposed to let Kant know that we can talk?"

He organized Kant's information in an orderly manner, and wiped off all traces on the blackboard. At this time, the rising sun had risen, and the golden sunlight shone on Ah Chuan's profile.

This means that the other half of the Grand Commander's face is hidden in the shadows.

"I need a plan."

He grabbed the blackboard eraser and wiped it hard, like a lion waving its claws, tearing and scratching.

Achuan bowed his head slightly, his face grim.

"Fake squid."

The terrifying crisis that was suppressed finally had a chance to breathe. He wanted to give those arrogant people who looked down on him and regarded him as a dish, a big surprise.

"Fxck-everthing," he said viciously, "sons of the beach, we'll see."

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PS1: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

PS2: Friendship recommends You Meng's new book, "Prime Minister, I've Got it", and friends who are interested can read it.