Hearing the news on TV, Shen Feng couldn't help but frown.

Has the international situation worsened again...

The situation in the post-globalization era seems extremely complicated, but the root cause is actually just the hegemonic challenge of the newly rising Eastern powers to the Western North American Eagle Nation.

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 the anti-globalization strategy of putting hawks first, which has had a huge impact on the current international situation.

And now this willful and random blame-shifting diplomacy has intensified the possibility of a violent conflict between the two global powers.

The human world has entered a chaotic jungle from the order after World War II and the Cold War.

The original international order has fallen apart, and human society is about to fall apart as well.

But for Shen Feng now, this is the scene he least wants to see.

When politicians in Western society drag the world to the brink of war for their own selfish interests, there are still a large number of indescribable and indescribable horrors in the darkness that are eyeing the earth and human civilization.

The Whisperers, in particular, have been looking forward to spontaneous chaos within human civilization.

The beginning of this chaos can be said to be exactly what it wanted.

Listening to the news broadcast in his ears, he stared at the silent stone statue of the girl in front of him and thought for a moment. Shen Feng turned around and said to Jingwei:

"How's cyber penetration going in North America? I mean 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:

"Are you talking about the internal network in the White Palace? The internal independent security system built by the Pentagon that leads directly to the bunker? I already finished all that stuff on the twenty-seventh day after you brought me back to this world... Of course, I was still relatively weak at that time... If you need it, I can send you the bath photo of the blond boy now."

Shen Feng shrugged and said:

"There is no need to hurt our own comrades... well, it's our future comrades... Now that it's completely settled, that's great. Next, we are going to implement the "Head Replacement" plan to make the world a safer place. "

Hearing this, Jingwei on the side couldn't help but his eyes lit up, he jumped and cheered:

"Long live! Our Xiaofeng finally figured it out! I told you a long time ago that you should keep a low profile when you should be low-key, and you should take action when you should take action. If we had done this a long time ago, wouldn't we not have these troubles? Don't worry, I will now go to the 'Real Doomsday Game' 1.0 to find a few suitable candidates and start our plan. To me, this kind of thing is really more interesting than any apocalyptic mission... Speaking of which, if you are willing, don't Speaking of president, you can even be an emperor! Or do you want to be a king or something? The kind who lives in the desert with diamonds, oil, camels, and beautiful women every day?"

Shen Feng: "...Help me arrange a flight to Dubai immediately."

…

“Fake News!F**K!F**K!F**K!”

White House intern Lewinsky walked past the Oval Office holding documents. Listening to the crazy and angry roars coming from the room, she couldn't help but quicken her pace and wanted to leave here quickly. She almost got into trouble with a heavily armed Secret Service agent. The clerk hit.

The Secret Service agent whistled, glanced at Lewinsky teasingly, and whispered:

"Be careful, dear, do you have an appointment tonight? Remember, I am John who met you at the door last week."

Lewinsky's eyes widened, she glanced at the agent, her palm passed over the other's, and then she ran away quickly.

In the Oval Office, there were still roars:

"Damn fake news! CNN! How dare they say that about me!? Bunker boys!? Chinese hiding in the White House!? Traitors! Those Democratic bastards are traitors! Don't they know, *** stay

How much debt is given to me? If I don’t find money and don’t cut back on spending, our government and country will be overwhelmed by debt!”

"Get the pictures of bad Clinton and stupid Bush out of the halls of the White House! Replace them with our Republican president!"

"Damn Pelosi! Damn Nico! Damn illegal immigrants! Damn fucking allies! They're all a bunch of vampires! I gave everything to make our country great again! I haven't played golf in three days! He

What a bunch of bastards!"

"Let Lopez of Mexico wait outside! I won't talk to him unless he's willing to pay us to build a wall!"

"Oh, dear Ivanka, you are my only comfort, you are my angel, I don't know what I would do without you... What? Nashku's mask? Oh honey, you know

Yes, I love you and your husband Nashku. He is a good boy. He is just selling a few masks. This is a trivial matter. It must be the fault of the Democratic Party. Don’t worry, everything will be fine...

…”

"No one knows medicine better than me. The idea of ​​injecting antiseptic solution into IVs is not unfeasible, it's just that we may need to dilute the dose. This is just a conspiracy by the Democrats. It's all the fault of *** and Fauci."

…This is all Fauci’s responsibility. As the chief infectious disease expert, he did not give the useful advice he should have at the first time. This is all his fault!”

"Yes, this is a good idea. I will send a few tweets to talk about Fauci's great achievements, and then hold a press conference to let our loyal voters hear the truth of the matter..."

"..."

The curses coming from the Oval Office gradually subsided, as if the owner of the voice had found a breakthrough and found emotional catharsis.

What followed was a burst of whispers, apparently a group of staff giving advice to 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."

The door to the Oval Office was quickly opened, and a dozen people in suits and ties walked out.

The people at the front were very handsome and held their heads high. They were members of the president's family.

John, the Secret Service employee guarding the door, suddenly stood up straight. He knew that the people walking beside him were actually the core decision-making circle of the entire Eagle Country.

It can even be said that the person sitting in the Oval Office is nothing more than a wish-fulfillment device for these people.

A humanoid wishing machine.

The people who control the entire Eagle Country are the people closest to these presidents.

Behind the crowd, a gray-haired man hurriedly walked out with documents under his arm.

It was Meadows who had recently taken over as White House chief of staff.

As an official who was appointed as White House chief of staff for only three months and has just entered the decision-making circle, Meadows has been cautious and tried hard not to lose this position.

Of course, all he has to do is very simple, that is, agree to any suggestions made by the president.

This is actually the most convenient strategy.

After all, those who objected before have been fired, and they are currently preparing to publish a book.

Meadows quickly returned to his office, closed the door, sat in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

After all, he had endured the bombardment for more than an hour, and his forehead was almost wet with saliva.

At this moment, his phone vibrated suddenly, and a red eye icon appeared.

Meadows did not move, but looked around slowly first, then poured himself a cup of coffee, then casually closed the curtains, and then picked up the phone seemingly casually.

His movements seemed calm and calm, but his heart was already full of excitement and his breathing had become rapid.

After gently clicking on the icon, a message appeared in front of me:
Chapter completed!