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

Has the international situation deteriorated again......

The post-globalization landscape may seem extremely complex, but the root cause is simply a hegemonic challenge from the rising Eastern powers to the North American Eagle States of the West.

All international relations are Sino-US relations.

At present, it seems that the rise of ultra-nationalism and conservatism in Western countries and the beginning of the anti-globalization strategy of giving priority to the eagle country have had a huge impact on the current international situation.

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

The human world has moved from the post-World War II and Cold War order into a jungle of chaos.

The old international order has fallen apart, and human society is about to fall apart.

It's just that for Shen Feng now, the last thing he wants to see is this scene.

When those politicians in Western society dragged the whole world to the brink of war for their own selfishness, there were still a large number of indescribable horrors in the darkness, eyeing the earth and human civilization.

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

This chaotic beginning can be said to play right into its hands.

Listening to the news broadcast in his ears, staring at the silent stone statue of the girl in front of him and thinking for a moment, Shen Feng turned to Jingwei and said:

"How's the internet penetration in North America going? I mean Washington's overall network. ”

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, right? The Pentagon's internal independent security system that leads directly to the bunker? I've had it all done twenty-seven days after you brought it back into this world...... Of course, I was still weak at that time...... If you need it, I'll be able to send you the blonde boy's bath photos right now. ”

Shen Feng shrugged and said:

"There is no need to hurt our own comrades...... Well, we will be comrades in the future...... Now that you've done it all, it's great to be ready to carry out the "head swap" plan to make the world a little safer. ”

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

"Hooray! Our Xiao Feng has finally opened his mind! I told you a long time ago, you should be low-key when you should be low-key, and you should also shoot when you should have made a move, if you had done this a long time ago, wouldn't there be no such troubles? Rest assured, I'm going to find a few suitable people in the 'Real Doomsday Game' 1.0 right now and start our project, which is a lot more interesting for me than any post-apocalyptic mission...... Speaking of which, if you want, let alone the president, the emperor can be the emperor! Or do you want to be a king or something? The kind of woman who lives in the desert every day with diamond oil riding camels and beautiful women? ”

Shen Feng: "...... Arrange my flight to Dubai now. ”

……

“Fake News！ F**K！ F**K！ F**K！ ”

Lewinsky, a White House intern, walked outside the Oval Office with a file in his arms, listened to the frantic roar of rage coming from the room, and couldn't help but quicken his pace, trying to get out of here quickly, and nearly collided with a heavily armed Secret Service officer.

The Secret Service clerk whistled, glanced at Lewinsky with a smile, and whispered:

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

Lewinsky's eyes widened and he glanced at the agent, his palm swept over the palm of his hand, and then sped away.

In the Oval Office, there was still a constant roar at this time:

"Damn fake news! CNN！ How dare they say that about me!? Bunker Boy!? Chinese hiding in the White House!? Traitor! Those Democratic bastards are traitors! Don't they know, how much debt is left to me? If I don't go looking for money, if I don't shrink spending, our government and country will already be crushed by debt! ”

"Move the portrait of the bad Clinton and the stupid George W. Bush out of the halls of the White House for me! Replace us with the president of the Republican Party! ”

"Damn Pelosi! Damn Nigo! Damn illegal immigrants! Damn fucking allies! It's all a bunch of vampires! I gave everything to make my country great again! I haven't played golf in three days! Fuck a bunch of bastards! ”

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

"Oh, dear baby Ivanka, you are my consolation, you are my angel, I don't know what I would do without you...... What the? Nashku's mask? Oh dear, you know, I love you and your husband Nashku, he's a good boy, it's just selling a few masks, it's a trivial thing, it must be the Democrats, don't worry, everything will be fine......"

"No one knows medicine better than me, and the idea of injecting antiseptic into an IV isn't unworkable, it's just that we might need to dilute the dose, it's just a conspiracy of the Democrats, it's all *** fault, and Fauci ...... It's all Fosse's responsibility, and as the chief infectious disease specialist, he didn't give the useful advice he should have in the first place, and it's all his fault! ”

"Yes, that's a good idea, wait for me to tweet a few tweets about Fauci's accomplishments, and hold a press conference so that our loyal voters can hear the truth of the matter......"

“……”

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

A murmur followed, apparently a group of staff members offering advice to the voice's owner.

After a few more moments, the voice came again:

"Okay, I'm going to watch TV for a while, let me be alone for a while."

The doors of the Oval Office quickly opened, and a dozen men in suits and leather shoes walked out.

The first few people are very personable, with their heads held high, and they are none other than members of the president's family.

John, the Secret Service clerk guarding the door, suddenly straightened up, knowing 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 himself just a wish-fulfiller for these people.

A humanoid wishing machine.

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

At the back of the crowd, a gray-haired man hurried out with papers in his hand.

It was Meadows, who had recently taken over the post of chief of staff in the White House.

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

Of course, all he has to do is simply endorse any proposal made by the president.

This is actually the most convenient strategy.

After all, the people who objected before have been fired, and they are still preparing to publish a book recently.

Meadows quickly returned to his office, closed the door and sat down in his chair to breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, after enduring more than an hour of bombardment, his forehead hair was going to be wet with saliva.

At that moment, his phone shook, and a crimson eye icon appeared.

Meadows didn't move, but looked around slowly, then poured himself a cup of coffee, and then casually closed the curtains, and then picked up his phone seemingly nonchalantly.

His movements seemed to be breeze, but his heart was already magnificent, and his breathing had become rapid.

Tap on the icon, and a message appears in front of you:

"Private Mark Meadows, 3rd Brigade of the Salvation Army, this is an order from the commander-in-chief."