I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“Mr. Jiang, I heard that your country has installed a backdoor program in the 20,000 highway magnetic levitation devices exported to our country. Is this true?”

“This is an accusation without any basis!” Jiang Chen slapped the table and said with indignation. “We have always been honest in doing business. How can we do something like this? Mr. Prime Minister, I want to know who is accusing us. I will reserve the right to sue!”

Will I tell you that the CIB told me?

The Nippon Prime Minister looked at Jiang Chen with suspicion. Obviously, he did not immediately believe his words.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Jiang Chen said, full of certainty, “This kind of accusation must be supported by evidence. If you can produce evidence, I will have nothing more to say. But if it’s just a few false hearsays, I hope that your country will treat the trade relations between our two countries with caution. It is unwise to be used by someone else.”

The Nippon Prime Minister looked at Jiang Chen silently.

Indeed, he had no evidence.

The intelligence was provided by the CIB. Until now, the Nippon intelligence system remained dependent on them. When Jiang Chen mentioned this, he also began to question if he was being used.

The same device was sold to Hua!

With this thought in his mind, the Prime Minister smiled.

“I am sorry to have suspected you. I do apologize…”

Apologizing immediately indeed fitted the culture of Nippon, but Jiang Chen knew that he didn’t just believe his words. The prime minister probably already contacted its agency and began sampling Sumitomo Group’s construction site.

After Jiang Chen ended the call, he leaned back into his chair and sneered.

As long as Xin existed, Nippon won’t be a “normal country.”

Nippon should just behave like Country F and Moro, as a dependent country of Xin. Xin also happened to lack an electronic industrial base. If Nippon could be obedient, he wouldn’t mind boosting their economy.

As for those magnetic levitation devices, Jiang Chen was not worried about them finding the backdoor program. The backdoor program was designed by Yao Yao. If Jiang Chen personally didn’tleak the information, no one would be able to find out.

Aside from the magnetic levitation devices, logistics drones, wireless charging stations, Future phones, all electronic products were installed with some method for access. IBM did it before, Microsoft, Google, and Apple have also done it. It wouldn’t make sense if Future Group didn’t do it.

All of these electronic products manufactured by Future Heavy Industrials not only exist as products but also as chess pieces that Future Group placed all over the world. The chess pieces would export valuable information using quantum satellites to Coro City’s Future Building.

Take Nippon for example. In the future, Yoto would make three-dimensional traffic into a reality with the help of Future Heavy Industries. All magnetic levitation vehicles would be incorporated into the city’s AI, while coordinated with the help of AI, they would also be monitored by AI.

The collected data through logistics drones, satellites, and other devices would be aggregated into quantum computers. With the powerful information processing capabilities of quantum computers, the Xin National Security Agency could even create a database of behaviors for every citizen. Of course, only authorized agents would have access to the data in the database.

To sum everything up in a sentence, once Future Group’s products reach over 50% of the country’s citizens, then the privacy of the country would be nonexistent.

The most frightening thing was that people being shrouded by this intelligence network have no idea that they have lost their privacy.

If this matter wasmade public, it would undoubtedly be the biggest scandal in Future Group’s history with significance no less than the PRISM project (1).

However, the premise was that there must evidence to prove Future Group is undertaking such an initiative.

…

“This is infuriating!” Henry Wilmot, the CIB director, slammed his fist against the table and gnawed.

Just now, he received news that the body of another CIB agent was found in the suburbs of Yoto. Since the start of this spy war, this was the 40th CIB agent to die in the hands of Ghost Agents

Speaking of the CIB director position, this position seems to be cursed. The previous two directors stepped down because of Jiang Chen. The last director was involved in plot that involved Jiang Chen on UA soil, and the one before the last was involved with the incident in Hua…

“They are provoking us to start a war! Is that lunatic not afraid of starting another world war?” Wilmot stared at the documents on the table, feeling inexplicable emotions.

Just then, Kerry next to him sighed.

“You said he is a lunatic, why bother using a normal person’s brain to think from his perspective?”

Kerry indeed understood Jiang Chen’s motive after he gained an advantage on the Western Pacific Ocean and immediately began to uproot the CIB intelligence network in Nippon. Since the man did place the nuclear button on the negotiating table, against a thug from the Third World, he couldn’t think of a way to deal with him.

Unless he is the president…

With this thought, Kerry’s fist tightened and he took a deep breath. Then, he looked over to Wilmot and seemingly talking to himself, he said.

“I went to visit Naomi Madden yesterday.”

A sharp sight focused on him. Kerry’s mouth moved subtly, and his hands were tucked behind him, responding to Wilmot’s vigilant sight.

Naomi Madden was his former boss, the unlucky former CIB director who was forced to resign afterward because of his subordinate’s plot for the Los Santos Incident. If it weren’t because of Naomi’s fall, Wilmot wouldn’t have been able to sit in this position

Slightly hiding the vigilance in his eyes, Wilmot tried to act calm and asked.

“Oh? How is he doing?”

Kerry smiled and began pacing around the office with his hands behind his back. Then, he stopped by the bookshelf.

“Paying his bills by offering speeches and living a decent life. It’s just a bit quiet in his home.”

“What do you want to say?” Wilmot’s eyes moved slightly and he said without a change of expression.

“Mr. Wilmot, if, I mean, if,” Kerry reached out, as if he was searching for a book, and moved his fingers across the edge of the bookshelf. “If the CIB loses the war, do you think you can still sit in this position?”

The tip of Wilmot’s mouth curved up and he said in a slightly mocking tone.

“Oh? When did the Secretary of State also begin to intervene in the CIB’s appointments? Or, is this the message of the president?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Kerry waved his hand and smiled. “I just made a hypothesis. Of course, the Secretary of State does not have this power. The president did not give me any orders. However, allow me to be honest. If your performance is poor this time, it’s hard to say the respected president won’t use you as a scapegoat.”

Wilmot’s eyes flashed with thoughts and he did not respond.

Kerry took a book from the shelf, patted the dust on the cover, and walked to the desk.

“The FBA people are investigating the Congressional Budget Committee.”

“This is not within the rule,” Wilmot’s first reaction was to frown, and then his eyes immediately widened and he looked at Kerry in disbelief.

It was impossible to be in this position without political sense. When Kerry mentioned the FBA and Congress, he immediately understood the meaning of the Secretary of State.

Why is the FBA investigating Congress? And in particular, the Congressional Budget Committee with the closest tie to Wall Street?

Kerry placed the book he removed from the shelf on the table, and gently tapped on the cover of the book. When Wilmot looked at the cover of the book, Kerry stood up, fixed his collar, and smiled at the CIB director.

“Think about it. It’s time to pick your side.”

“You want me to stop the FBA’s investigation of Congress?” There was a visible shock in Wilmot’s eyes as he saw the cover of the book.

When Kerry looked at Wilmot, who was fighting an internal dilemma, his smile was cheerful.

“On the contrary, I need you to help me collect evidence that will prove Hill is using the FBA to investigate the Congress.”

On the thick leather cover of the book in front of Wilmont, a line of gold-colored Latin, written in calligraphy, read – Biography of Harry S. Truman.

(1) PRISM – PRISM is a code name for a program under which the United States National Security Agency (NSA) collects internet communications from various U.S. internet companies. (Source: Wikipedia)