1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

I don't believe that group of Jews will figure out what kind of person the Chiang Kai-shek dynasty is in a short time. By the time they figure it out, I guess they will have no choice but to go down the wrong path.

Sunk costs, learn about it.

In addition, Chiang Kai-shek and Soong May-ling were one and the same in history. It can even be said that the latter was the former's "money-making machine" and "financial manager."

But now, if Chiang Kai-shek finds himself in trouble one day, what will he do?

If we could get a photo of Soong May-ling in bed and give it to Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek, or even spread it all over the world, what would his expression be?

It's really exciting... hehehehehehehe...

Looking at Mark's sly grin, the agent and Haruta from 2082, who had witnessed the struggle and pain of the commander in another world and another world line, were moved for a moment.

At that time, he was just a chess piece at first, then gradually became a chess player, and finally overturned the huge capitalist world together with his motherland;

Now, he is a chess player from the beginning, what kind of achievements will he make? It is really exciting.

However, if you think about it carefully, the future is actually roughly what it will look like, at least the Chinese region that the agent is mainly responsible for has basically been figured out:

Manchukuo - The commander personally led the country, ostensibly belonging to Japan, but actually entirely controlled by the Communist Party;

The Chinese Communist Party - mainly arranges UMP45 for influence and support, and now has the United States and the Soviet Union mixed in;

The Chiang Kai-shek government arranged for British and Jewish capital to support the CCP, thereby allowing the transport captain to replenish the CCP's blood;

The Soong government - arranged for the US government to support and cultivate it to compete with Chiang Kai-shek;

Warlords from all over the country—some are supported by Japan, others are being contacted...

My goodness, what a chaotic internal strife.

"Understood, Commander, I'll make the arrangements." The agent was about to leave when he was stopped: "Agent."

"commander?"

"Have you been avoiding me lately?" "Uh...I'm just finishing your..."

"Okay, okay, are you really busy or are you deliberately avoiding me? I can tell."

Mark waved his hand:

"Xiao 9 hinted at me, and I vaguely understood—are you expressing your dissatisfaction with me?"

You understand shit.

The agent sighed and stopped hiding:

"Commander, remember when I asked you about Squadron 404 during that parachute jump?

"Uh, remember."

"You said they didn't trust you wholeheartedly, so you didn't want to be bothered, but what about me?"

The agent stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm but with a hint of resentment:

"I was the first person to meet you, and you verified my identity in that way. Why did you ignore my several overtures?"

"Ah..."

Now, not only Chuntian, but even Mark understood. So this little girl felt that he was a little biased and didn't pamper her enough?

Oh, yeah, Team 404 is fine, but so are Wanrong and Xiao Haozi, who have real political value.

Haruta and the alchemist, who arrived later than her, were both close to her, but... Although she didn't mean to distrust or reject her, and although it was all due to "inappropriate timing", if you think about it carefully, it does give people such an impression.

The humanoids of 2082 are indeed very different in their way of thinking from the humanoids we have in mind... Rather than being humanoids, they are more like half-humans.

How to do it?

After hesitating for half a second, Mark decided to solve the problem with the simplest and most direct method. He whispered something in Springfield's ear for a while, and the latter smiled and nodded. Then he pulled the agent over and pressed him down on the sofa. The solid yet soft sofa immediately let out a mournful sound.

"commander?"

"You, woman on top, prohibited."

The agent was stunned for a second, and finally a faint smile appeared on his usually expressionless face. He stuck out his tongue and licked his crimson upper lip, then twisted his waist and knelt on the ground obediently.

"Then, Commander, please allow Haruta and I to serve you together!"

Just as Mark was hugging the two humanoids and engaging in a fight that readers didn't like and the author had no choice but to skip, Henry Morgan also pulled up his pants and looked at Soong Mei-ling who had been completely fucked on the bed, feeling satisfied.

He had been having a blast with Mrs. Chiang these past few days. At first, the woman was hesitant, but Henry soon discovered that once he mentioned the $200 million, she gave in immediately.

Then, without him asking, Soong Mei-ling took the initiative to come to him, saying it was "to strengthen the relationship between the two sides", but who knows the specific reason?

Henry didn't care anyway; he just thought the MILF was quite pleasant to play with. As the thick, white liquid was ejected, the anger in his heart also subsided, and he began to think about things other than revenge.

For example, making money.

He really intended to help Soong May-ling get the 200 million yuan agreed upon last time, and the possibility of success was very high. It was also he who took the initiative to propose secretly taking away 50 million yuan and sharing it with Soong May-ling.

For Jews, making money is almost instinctive. What else?

Can we do something about the military aid?

Hmm... there's a lot of room for maneuver here...

Anyway, it’s not the Morgan family’s or his own money.

Therefore, the extremely similar values ​​​​that made him able to get along with Soong May-ling were undoubtedly a very important reason.

"Okay, Madam..." "Still calling me Madam?" "Uh... Meiling?" "Hehe..."

"Okay, Meiling, I'm leaving now."

Henry pinched Song Meiling's breasts, which had begun to sag, causing a scream and then laughed:

"Don't worry, I will soon bring a huge amount of US dollars and military aid to your husband's government..."

"Don't forget, there are our..." "Yes, there are our..."

Henry rubbed his slightly itchy waist, disguised himself, and left Soong Mei-ling's apartment, intending to contact some acquaintances and prepare for a long-term undercover stay in America.

However, when he was sneaking through an alley, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes. When he woke up again, he found himself sitting on a chair in a dark room.

This is me...

Then, a voice that Henry would never forget and that frightened him to death rang out:

"Master, he's awake." Spring-Field!!! President Field!!! It's her!!

I was...wait? ? ?Master? ?Lord!!!

She...she she she she she who is she calling "master"?

The "lord" who is close to Haruta, who has proven that he is "blessed by God," does this "lord" mean...

"Alasse aure..."

A voice that was sometimes close, sometimes far away, vague, but with an inexplicable sense of holiness rang out. It seemed to be without any emotion, nor was it a question. Henry did not understand the language, so it was translated by Chuntian:

"The master said that you did a good job in trying to aid the Chinese Nationalist Party and the Germans to fight against me. Thank you for making the world he created more interesting."

"...Uh...ah..."

Although he was not restrained in any way, Henry dared neither speak nor move, and cold sweat soaked his entire back.

Obviously, the "I" here refers to Field himself; the "he"...

he...

So that’s it! So that’s it!

It turns out that Field really didn't lie! She really has God's blessing!! But she lied again!

What God won't come down to earth! What God is in another world? Bullshit! God is right next to her!

In other words, Field's true identity is most likely not a saint, but an angel who has descended to earth!

“Snap!”

Henry quickly jumped off the chair, put his head to the ground, and listened to God's instructions.

After a while, the sacred voice sounded again, and it was Haruta who translated it again:

"The master said he hopes you can show him something more interesting."

Henry continued to lie there listening to the "holy sermon." Although it was only a few words, he lost his sense of time and space. It was unknown how much time had passed before Springfield calmly broke the silence:

"Alright, my Lord has passed away long ago. Get up!"

After all, Henry had spoken with Chuntian in person before, so he felt a little bolder. Still kneeling on the ground, he spoke tremblingly:

"Fei... Your Highness the Saint, the Lord... the Lord's will..."

"Isn't it clear? You continue to support Germany and the Kuomintang, and continue to do what you want to do. The Lord finds what you are doing very interesting."

Very...interesting...

Henry suddenly lost interest.

Our life-and-death feuds, our ups and downs, our strenuous struggles... in the eyes of the Lord, are they just "very interesting"?

Maybe this is how I usually see ants?

"By the way, although the Lord didn't say it, I personally give you a mission."

Henry suddenly woke up and quickly fell to the ground again, his tone even more respectful than before:

"Please, Heaven... Please, Your Highness the Saint, please give me some guidance!"

Do mortals have the right to refuse God's will? No!!

Do you dare to refuse? No!

Since we can't refuse, and we dare not refuse, and since refusing will result in divine punishment, and since refusing or not refusing won't make any difference to the outcome, we might as well devote ourselves wholeheartedly and do things according to God's will!

Why did God choose me instead of someone else? This must be a test for me!

Yes! This is an opportunity!

"Well, very good, you are indeed a smart person. Well, I will leave the United States in a while, and you..."

"Agent, Elvish is damn hard to speak, but it sounds pretty good."

"Commander, I added some harmony vocals to the side, so it has the effect like in the movie."

"Oh... then next time, can you moan in Elvish for me? I want a harmonious version."

"...Commander, may I request to have you beaten?"

"Can't.

,

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v

410 Takagi-san who loves to tease people

The new US president's coming to power and the policies she has promulgated, is promulgating, and will promulgate will undoubtedly have a huge and far-reaching impact on the United States and the world.

While the impact will take time to materialize, no one, not even her enemies, thinks Field will fail.

Because, at this moment, even though the United States has experienced the Great Depression, its industrial and agricultural capabilities are still extremely strong worldwide. Its problem, in the final analysis, is mainly a problem of confidence.

But the issue of confidence is a problem for President Field?

If the people have confidence in President Field and support her policies, the policies will be effective. The more effective the policies are, the more confident the people will be and the more willing they will be to support her policies, thus forming a positive cycle.

Otherwise, Springfield would not have announced his global tour plan and intended to completely leave the domestic affairs of the United States to the newly appointed Vice President Roosevelt.

However, in another place across the ocean, some people have actually enjoyed this "treatment" a long time ago.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

When the news that Fujiwara no Kanezane was personally received by the President of the United States and successfully reached various cooperation agreements reached back to Japan and even Manchukuo, there was cheers one after another.

Many people rushed to Osaka Hachimangu Shrine or the Fujiwara clan's main residence to kowtow, express gratitude, and worship, singing praises to this benevolent and wise prince.

It is true that we have not read many books, but it is easy to feel whether the superiors are good to us and whether they care about us.

Apart from anything else, thanks to the "Fujiwara Rescue Plan," no more farmers or citizens in the Osaka and Kyoto areas starved to death or were forced to hang themselves due to debt collection, right?

I heard that if it weren't for some insects causing trouble in the country, those piles of delicious "American relief food" would have been delivered to the desks of every household long ago.

So, when His Majesty Fujiwara wanted everyone to go and build Manchuria, everyone signed up enthusiastically, and after arriving, they slapped their thighs: