Chapter 277: Storm
Lucia just thawed.
Although they have been caught up in the Kiev War recently, it does not mean that they are ignorant of the world.
On the contrary, they have become more sensitive to any disturbances in the world.
In the study of the Kremlin.
The fire in the fireplace was still burning. Caesar stopped writing and looked up wearily.
Chekov, the head of the strategic surveillance department, and Minsk Anthony, the head of the Cossacks, stood aside with a stiff look on their faces.
Caesar took a look at the information on the table, which was exactly what Wu Wei said in front of the media half an hour ago.
"It seems that the group of vampires have been targeted. Your intelligence capabilities are not as good as those of the Southeast Asians."
"Sorry, this is my fault." Minsk quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
Caesar's eyes were calm: "Increase intelligence gathering in Southeast Asia."
"Yes." Minsk saluted in return.
Suddenly his hotline rang again. Caesar took a look at the password prompt and picked it up: "Hello..."
"Sir Caesar, we have decided to cancel the nuclear strike on Southeast Asia..."
"Oh? I see."
"Also, I think it is necessary to impose restrictions on the nuclear bombs held by Southeast Asia..."
Caesar said expressionlessly: "In principle, I have no objection, but how do you intend to restrict Southeast Asia? The current situation is not suitable..."
"We need to hold a small meeting and invite people from Southeast Asia to sit down and talk."
"No problem, you guys arrange the meeting!"
"How about the location in Hong Kong?"
Caesar raised his eyebrows: "Hong Kong? Sure."
Hong Kong is indeed the most suitable place for the meeting. After all, America will never accept Southeast Asia, and Southeast Asians will never go to North America or Western Europe.
Moreover, Caesar obviously saw through America's intentions. The other side and Southeast Asia were almost on the brink of war, and now they needed a third party with sufficient weight to mediate and conciliate between the two sides.
After much thought, only the party behind Xiangjiang is more suitable to be the third party for mediation.
…
Star Island at this time.
The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
Especially the behind-the-scenes boss of Temasek Investments, Li Guming, and his retainers, as they watched the series of mushroom clouds broadcast on TV, their eyes filled with panic, fear and anxiety.
"Boss! The stock prices of our major companies are plummeting. In addition, the Singapore dollar has depreciated by 13% against the US dollar, and the downward trend is still spreading..."
Li Guming was cold all over.
Peter Li, who had run errands for the black ship before, was also in grief at this time. As a member of the Li family, he naturally understood that Xingdao was in bad luck, and he would definitely not be much better off.
Huang Dayong, a think tank consultant, racked his brains, but he found that the situation before him was basically a dead end.
Xingdao is too small.
Although they have clung to America's thigh, Luzon, Honsawadi and Siam are close at hand. The cruel people of Luzon even dared to block the Strait of Malacca, and now they have nuclear bombs.
Sing Tao has no qualifications to ask the other party to lift the blockade of the Malacca Strait. Only America can negotiate with the other party.
That's the problem.
If America insists on holding on, Sing Tao will definitely be in big trouble.
They still didn't know the result of the Battle of the Eighth Strait two hours ago, otherwise Li Guming and others would be even more desperate.
International capital's concerns about the future of the Strait of Malacca and Sing Tao instantly broke through the safety limit, and this was reflected in the market as a frantic selling of Sing Tao Enterprises' stocks and Sing Tao dollars.
After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that it would take several months to clear out the artificial reefs and mines thrown by Luzon in the Strait of Malacca.
Without arable land, minerals, energy and strategic depth, Xingdao will have a hard time even for a few weeks, let alone a few months.
It would be strange if international capital didn't flee.
…
Siam.
Thonburi.
"Sunrise" of the Isthmus of Kra was playing in every street and alley.
In a Thai restaurant.
“So beautiful!”
“Is this the power of the sun?”
"Do we have this power?"
“Wuwuwu…”
The locals shouted with excitement.
Anyone who has read an education knows that nuclear bombs are the foundation of a strong nation. Why has Siam been walking on thin ice for so many years and even dared not dig the Kra Canal? It is because it lacks strength.
Kobayashi Yafu and two of his colleagues, who were having breakfast in the restaurant, were also staring at the replay on TV in amazement.
He has been considering these days whether to apply for a transfer back to Japan to avoid being affected by the disaster. Now it seems that it is no longer necessary.
At the same time, Sato Eiichi put down the spoon and said, "Senior Kobayashi, it seems we don't need to go back."
"It's unbelievable that they have developed a nuclear bomb." When Yamashita Kunimitsu saw the cannon firing from the Pacific and the sunrise over the Isthmus of Kra on Siam TV, the unique middle school spirit of the Japanese almost exploded.
The restaurant owner walked to the middle of the hall.
"Everyone, to celebrate the arrival of a new era, all dine-in consumption in this restaurant is free today. Everyone, eat and drink to your heart's content."
“The boss is generous!”
“Give me an extra serving of pineapple rice.”
"Hahaha."
"Add one more serving of shrimp porridge."
Kobayashi Yafu couldn't help but feel a little envious. He was not envious of the restaurant's free bill today, but he was envious that Siam would no longer have to rely on others.
Even though the Japanese keep calling America "daddy" all the time, there is definitely some resentment deep down in their bones.
…
When some people are happy, others are naturally sad.
Inside the private estate of Lukung Prayut.
He sat at the dining table, watching the broadcast on TV. Even though there were his favorite delicious dishes on the table, they tasted like chewing wax at this moment.
“How could it be possible…”
'How do they do that?'
'No! I want to leave Siam as soon as possible...'
Countless thoughts flashed through Lukong Prayut's mind, and the more he thought, the more terrified he became. He didn't dare to think about the throne at all , he just wanted to save his life.
After eating a few bites, he quickly arranged for his confidants to go to Cambodia to "inspect investment projects."
However, before his men could leave the manor, armed guards surrounded the entire manor.
Domino appeared in front of Lukung Prayut with a smile.
"Mr. Prayut, where are you going?"
"What do you mean? Do I have to report to the Gui Palace where I go?" Lukung Prayut asked back pretending to be calm.
The smile on Domino's face disappeared instantly: "Mr. Prayut is really a forgetful person. Have you forgotten about the Mikatheep Island incident?"
What? Lukong Prayut's heart was pounding, his eyes were filled with fear, and a pool of yellow liquid flowed down his pants.
Domino covered his nose and sneered with contempt: "Is this your mentality? You also want to rebel? What a waste of my expression."
The internal guards also looked disdainful.
Then the Prayut family was uprooted.
Almost at the same time, Alok Lohia, Lapu Tessos, Sava Wadi, and their families were also completely eradicated.
And their properties were also forcibly taken over by the Siamese Internal Guards.
Qiu Yingle and Domino took the opportunity to carry out a comprehensive purge within Siam.
Those forces with ulterior motives were nipped in the bud before they could launch any action, and they contributed their assets and bodies to the Homo Sapiens Company.
The various forces did not dare to interfere with the internal actions of Siam and could only watch those pawns being devoured.
at the same time.
Southeast Asia and even all over the world are also engaged in a fierce game.
