I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“This is the wrong decision. It is an interference in the Colombian people’s choice of their future! It is an act of aggression!”

“If the Vietnam War failed to teach the arrogant UA a lesson, then feel free to come! This is the second Vietnam, and I promise that the steepness of the Andes will make them have a good rest at night. If they dare to set foot on the land of Colombia, I will make sure there is no return trip!”

On TV, Timochenko shouted passionately into the interview microphone. With his saliva flying in the air, it was difficult to imagine he was a man over seventy.

Of course, anyone could speak loudly, the difficult part was keeping the promise.

On the second day after the UA soldiers landed in South America, Timochenko called Jiang Chen.

A few days ago, Jiang Chen wondered if he should give the man a call, but the phone call already arrived.

As soon as the call was connected, Timochenko’s voice, filled with urgency, went straight to the point.

“I need your help!”

The expected request was also the most troublesome request.

“We can’t directly send troops to South America. The Russians have told you from the beginning. Once the war starts, you can only rely on yourself.” Jiang Chen sighed, “There is no doubt you chose the worst timing.”

“There is no better time! The President of Colombia was assassinated and the people of Colombia need a strong leader to seek justice, instead of inviting the murderer in and allowing the CIB to falsify the case!” Timochenko said indignantly.

Is this an attempt to flatter him?

Jiang Chen counted it.

Regardless of whether he acted confused or was really confused, Celestial Trade did need to put the blame on the CIB.

But unfortunately, even so, Jiang Chen could not send ground troops to help him win this war.

An orbital airborne brigade was not an option, at least not before the results of the UA election. Moreover, it was not worth the loss for the diplomatic strategy of Celestial Trade to touch the sensitive nerves of half of the South American countries for the sake of Columbia. The option of using Madagascar mercenaries was available, but they were reserved for Ayesha’s “natal family.”

Some time ago, he asked Ivan to expand the scale of non-staff personnel, or contractor, but there was still less than half a month before the deadline. He couldn’t just send the recruits to die?

Jiang Chen’s finger lightly tapped on the table, after a moment of thought, he said.

“Although we cannot send troops directly to support you, we can send you some anti-aircraft artilleries and surface-to-air defense missiles.”

It may be laughable to fight F35s with obsolete anti-aircraft missiles and antiaircraft artillery, but these weapons could still interfere with airstrikes and deter them.

It was impossible for the UA to invest too many ground forces in South America. The brigade of the Marine Corps was mostly there to help the government forces defend important cities and facilities. Airstrikes were inevitable the primary strategy for the UA and thus it was not difficult to imagine the difficulty of striking targets in mountains and rain forests.

Timochenko’s emotion was more stabilized after he heard Celestial Trade is willing to sell missiles, and he thanked Jiang Chen.

Even the SAM missiles from the past era would be extremely helpful to FARC. Although it was useless against the UA, it was more than enough to bully the Colombian Air Force. It was the 21st century, but the propeller planes were still in service with the Colombian Air Force.

Without the proxy between Xin and the UA, the war between the two would be “child’s play.”

“Take the Cucuta area, then these anti-aircraft missiles can be transported across the border. You can’t expect anti-aircraft missiles to be transported through the mountains like rifles. Your only choice is to control a road to Venezuela,” Jiang Chen emphasized again.

Timochenko gritted his teeth

“I’ll try my best.”

“I don’t want you to try. You must do it.”

Jiang Chen hung up the phone.

After he leaned back on the chair to rest for a while, he sat up again and called the Colombian Presidential Palace.

In the past week, his phone didn’t stop ringing, and they were all long-distance calls.

There were calls from North America, Russia, and even Hua, but most of them were from South America.

Some of these calls were made to the Xin Embassy in Colombia to confirm the current situation of the injured Zhang Yaping. The other calls were to the Colombian Congress, the Presidential Palace, and even the police station…In short, he was demanding them to release people.

Release people?

That’s right.

Release people!

Just a week ago, after the tragedy in Bogota, the police in Bogota locked down the Xin Embassy. It threatened that the delegation of Xin was restricted from leaving the country until the murder investigation was clear.

Travel restrictions?

Are you kidding me?

Also considered a suspect, the CIB not only could freely enter and leave the country, but it was also part of the investigation!

The order was issued by the Colombian Congress, and the Bogota Police only acted on orders. As for the newly appointed Colombian President, because the transfer of power was too hasty, while he did promise to lift the restriction order as soon as possible, it was obvious that he could do very little in the current circumstance.

With Jiang Chen’s increasingly harsh stance, he could only respond with “we’re working hard” and “I will consider”, and even started to drag this situation on.

“I will give you seventy-two hours. If you don’t allow my delegation to be released within seventy-two hours, we will let you know the cost of angering us!”

After Jiang Chen hung up, he looked at Ayesha, then immediately ordered, “I’ll contact Ecuador to open the border, and immediately send Ghost Agents to pick up the people. They must withdraw all diplomatic personnel of Xin within the country in twenty-four hours.”

The seventy-two-hour notice was only used to paralyze the Columbia government. From the excuses of that president, Jiang Chen did not expect his delegation to be released any time soon. What’s more, the restriction was likely a work of the behind the scene CIB.

You dare to restrict my people?

How foolish!

Ayesha turned serious, then said softly.

“If we encounter resistance?”

“Execute!” He slammed on the table with force. After some thought, he tapped on the table, and then added, “Well, also, remember to put on the FARC armband, you understand what I mean.”

Anyway, since they were already in Celestial Trade’s debt, it would cause no harm to just use their name for this. For the sake of anti-aircraft missiles and anti-aircraft artillery, they could also allow the FARC to bombard the suburbs of Bogota for a few rounds to attract the attention of the government forces to complete the story

“Do I need to go there in person?”

“No,” Jiang Chen shook his head. “It’s enough to send a few reliable agents. Now is a critical period, and you need to take command of the headquarters.”

“Then I will send Zhu Yu,” Ayesha responded.

“You can take care of this matter… By the way, ask her to bring Lilith back too.”

When he thought of Lilith, he had a headache.

The little girl seemed to realize that she had gotten into trouble. She had been staying at the embassy for a while, afraid to come back.

However, was that decision effective?

If Jiang Chen really wanted to punish her, he would have traveled back to the apocalypse and brought a hammer to the server room.

The monk could run, but the temple couldn’t run!