Chapter 153: His Highness Zhao has nothing to do with us

153: His Highness Zhao has nothing to do with us

office.

Chuan Langte sat in front of a large desk, his face as pale as death, and the light in his eyes seemed to be swallowed up by endless darkness.

His hands rested limply on the table, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

The chief of staff stood opposite him, holding a copy of the latest intelligence document tightly in his hand. His voice was trembling and desperate as he kept reading: “The Zhuli blood slave army rushed out from various states, and our army is completely unable to resist their offensive. The Moshidi side has completely entered the border. They are a bunch of lunatics, even crazier than those blood slaves, burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of evil. The local government is already in contact and preparing to sue for peace…”

As the chief of staff spoke, Chuan Langte’s face became even gloomier, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if they might burst at any time.

His lips were tightly pursed and his chin trembled slightly, showing that he was trying hard to suppress his emotions.

“And in Alaska,” the chief of staff continued, “the weather there is extremely bad and has a tendency to spread outside. Blizzards, extreme cold, and hail take turns, and our troops are simply unable to fight in such an environment. Moreover, it is said that the blood slaves seem to have an amazing ability to adapt to this extreme weather. They shuttle across the snowfield like ghosts, approaching us silently.”

Chuan Langte slammed the table with a deafening bang.

He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow in the office.

A hint of determination and anger flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.

“Enough!” he growled. “I’ve heard enough of this news! Tell me, what else can we do? Are we just going to sit there and wait for death?”

The chief of staff lowered his head, not daring to look Trump in the eye.

He knew that Chuan Langte was on the verge of anger and despair at the moment, and any inappropriate words could lead to unpredictable consequences.

“I…I don’t know,” the chief of staff’s voice was weak and trembling.

Chuan Langte’s eyes suddenly turned dark, as if the whole world had lost its color in an instant.

He felt dizzy and his body was shaking. After staggering, he almost fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the chief of staff’s face changed drastically and he hurried forward to support him.

He reached out to hold Chuan Langte’s arm, but Chuan Langte shook him off.

Chuan Langte’s eyes flashed with anger and despair, and he roared, “Contact Zhu Li for me!”

The chief of staff was shocked by Chuan Langte’s reaction. He was speechless and said, “Sir, what are you going to do?”

Chuan Langte gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of pain and unwillingness: “Beg for peace! I know what he wants, isn’t it compensation? We have a universal currency, and the last thing we lack is money! We will give him as much as he wants.”

Upon hearing this, the Chief of Staff was shocked, but he also understood that this was not the time to hesitate.

He nodded in agreement, turned around and quickly left the office to contact Zhu Li.

The chief of staff hurried out of the room, his steps hurried and powerful, his heart filled with tension and anxiety.

He came to the communications office, found the staff, and said hurriedly: “Quick, call Tang Mi’s satellite phone.”

When the staff heard the chief of staff’s order, they immediately took action.

He operated the device skillfully, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard. After a while, the phone started dialing and made a beeping sound.

The chief of staff waited quietly, his heart beating faster and faster, as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

As a superpower, it is very easy to find a person’s satellite phone.

There is no contact information for Zhu Li, but Tang Mi’s contact information is the same.

He believed that as long as he got through the call, the current problem could be easily solved.

However, after a while, the staff’s faces became a little embarrassed.

He whispered to his chief of staff, “Sir, no one’s connected.”

The chief of staff frowned, with a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction in his eyes. He asked, “What’s the problem?”

The staff member hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “She hung up.”

The chief of staff’s face turned pale in an instant, and a strong anger and disappointment surged in his heart.

He growled, “Keep hitting me until you get through!”

The staffer was startled by the chief of staff’s tone, but he sprang into action.

The chief of staff thought for a moment, and a determined light flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, calmed his inner fluctuations, and then slowly walked out of the room with steady and powerful steps. He came to the communication equipment, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The operator’s voice soon came from the other end of the phone: “Hello, this is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, how can I help you?”

The chief of staff said in a deep voice: “Connect me to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Dragon Country.”

After a while, there was a short waiting tone on the other end of the phone, and then the voice of the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came over:

“Hello, this is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Dragon Country. I am the person in charge. How can I help you?”

The chief of staff took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound gentle and peaceful:
“Sir, you know the current situation in our beautiful country.”

The head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs seemed a little surprised, but still responded politely:

“Yes, we understand. Is there any specific problem that we can help you solve?”

A sinister light flashed in the chief of staff’s eyes. He suppressed his anger and said softly:
“I need the contact information of King Zhao. I know you can do it.”

The head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was silent for a moment, and then said in a slightly surprised tone:

“Sir, please don’t talk nonsense. His Highness Zhao has nothing to do with us!!!”

The chief of staff was almost going crazy, his voice was full of anger:
“You’re just calling someone your highness, okay? Do you think I’m a fool?”

I don’t know how long it took.

The chief of staff returned to his office with sweat all over his forehead, his face as pale as paper, and staggering steps.

His clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, making him look disheveled.

Chuan Langte was resting with his eyes closed. When he heard the footsteps, he did not open his eyes, but asked calmly, “What did they say?”

After a long period of no response, Chuan Langte opened his eyes and looked at the chief of staff.

His pupils suddenly contracted and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

Chuan Langte was shocked by the chief of staff’s appearance at this moment.

This young man was originally full of energy and vigor, but now he was hunched over like an octogenarian, his face full of tiredness, and he looked so haggard as if all the blood had been drained out.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost all hope and vitality.

“What’s wrong?” There was a slight tremor in Chuan Langte’s voice. He knew very well that the chief of staff’s appearance at the moment meant that the situation had become extremely bad.

The chief of staff was filled with despair and said in a trembling voice: “Sir, Zhu Li ignored us. We contacted Longguo, but Longguo said they had no way to contact Zhu Li either.”

Chuanlangte’s heart sank to the bottom, and he felt powerless and desperate.

He knew that if even Longguo couldn’t contact Zhu Li, then they would really have no other options.

“Are we just going to sit there and wait for death?” Chuan Langte’s voice was filled with anger and unwillingness. The chief of staff lowered his head and said nothing.

Chuan Langte’s face turned red, like a volcano about to erupt, and his eyes flashed with raging anger.

He slammed the table so hard that the loud noise echoed in the room and caused the documents on the table to fly everywhere.

He was furious, and roared like thunder: “Zhu Li is really going too far! Start the nuclear bomb parliament procedure! Isn’t it just destruction? Die! Zhu Li, don’t even think about living!!!”

As Chuan Langte roared, the entire office seemed to be shrouded in a powerful aura.

His fingers trembled with extreme anger and pointed towards the ceiling, as if he wanted to penetrate it and reach the sky.

The chief of staff was frightened by Trump’s reaction and turned pale. He had never seen this usually calm leader so out of control. He stood there, his body stiff, not knowing how to deal with this sudden change.

There was a flash of madness in Chuan Langte’s eyes. He seemed to have lost his mind, leaving only deep hatred for Zhu Li.

His heart was filled with despair and anger, which burned within him and turned into an unstoppable force.

“Go quickly!” Chuan Langte roared again, with an unquestionable command in his voice.

The chief of staff finally woke up as if from a dream, turned around and quickly left the office.

Capitol Hill is usually bustling and packed with people.

However, at this moment, even the seats were not full.

The entire hall seemed empty and deserted, as if all the vitality and energy had been drained away by an invisible force.

The seats of the congressmen were empty, with only a few people sitting there with sad and solemn looks on their faces.

Chuanlangte walked slowly into the Capitol Hall, his steps seemed heavy and tired.

There was sparse applause in the room, which seemed particularly cold and weak.

Many MPs stood up and greeted each other by calling out “Sir”, and although their voices were respectful, there was a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in their tone.

Chuan Langte’s complexion was obviously not good, with deep dark circles under his eyes on his pale face, as if it was the result of not sleeping for a long time.

The corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were flashing with fatigue and anxiety.

Despite this, he still forced a smile and responded to the greetings from the congressmen.

“Everyone, I understand how you feel at the moment.” Chuan Langte’s voice rang out. He tried to calm people’s hearts with a firm tone, but there was a hint of trembling in his voice.

Trump stood at the podium in the Capitol, his eyes sweeping over every member of Congress present.

His voice was firm and powerful, echoing throughout the hall:

“Don’t worry, I will definitely lead you to victory. As for those congressmen who escaped, they will all be dealt with as treason. Afterwards, none of them will be able to escape.”

His words hit everyone’s heart like a heavy hammer, making the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

After a pause, he said in a low voice:

“Everyone knows that the country is now on the edge of a cliff. Dangerous is not enough to describe the current situation. Our country is about to be overthrown because of Zhu Li, the devil from hell. We can only destroy him by using nuclear weapons.”

The congressmen were shocked and exchanged astonished glances with each other.

Are we going to use nuclear bombs?
And Zhu Li is in the heart of the country!

Such a decision undoubtedly pushed the entire country to the brink of destruction.

However, Chuan Langte saw the expressions of the congressmen and did not back down. Instead, he shouted even louder:

“This is God’s will!!!”

The congressmen who are able to stay are all Trump’s own people, so there is naturally no reason to refuse them.

They knew that at this moment, Chuan Langte was no longer the calm leader he usually was, but a madman driven by anger and despair.

They may have some concerns in their hearts, but in such an atmosphere, no one dared to raise any objections.

The voting began and was passed unanimously.

When Chuan Langte saw the result, his eyes were extremely cold.

This is the result he wants to see.

Chuan Langte sat at his desk with a document labeled “Draft Resolution for the Election of Mr. No. 99999” in front of him.

The cover of the document is crimson with the title printed in gold font, making it look both solemn and mysterious.

His eyes stayed on the document for a long time, as if he was thinking about something important.

He knew that as long as he signed this resolution, he could successfully launch a nuclear bomb and destroy Zhu Li’s blood slave army.

However, he also understood that this decision would nail him to the pillar of shame in history and make him an object of scorn by the people. For a moment, Chuan Langte’s mouth curled up into a bitter smile.

In Longguo, every Longguo citizen knows what 666 represents.

In the United States, 999 means 666.

Looking at the string of numbers 9 in front of him, Chuan Langte felt that this was the biggest mockery of him.

He once thought that he could lead the country to prosperity, but he didn’t expect it to end up like this.

He gently stroked the draft resolution, feeling the texture of the paper.

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he wanted to save the country, but on the other hand, he was afraid of becoming a historical sinner.

This contradiction caused him immense pain and torment.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

The chief of staff came in with an anxious look on his face: “Sir, time is running out, you must make a decision.”

Chuan Langte raised his head and looked into his eyes, as if looking for an answer.

He knew that whatever choice he made would change the course of history.

He took a deep breath, then slowly picked up the pen and prepared to sign the draft resolution.

Chuan Langte signed his name in a flamboyant manner, and the tip of the pen moved across the paper, leaving firm marks.

He placed his hand on the nuclear bomb launch button, his fingers trembling slightly, revealing his inner struggle and anxiety.

“Have you contacted the military?” he asked, with a hint of nervousness and anticipation in his voice.

The chief of staff stood beside him with a smile on his face: “Sir, everything is ready.”

Chuan Langte smiled bitterly, with a hint of helplessness and self-mockery in his eyes: “I will go to hell.”

The chief of staff shook his head and said firmly and comfortingly, “No sir, God will protect you.”

(End of this chapter)