I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World - Chapter 1146

Chapter 1146 – 50 Million Dollars Compensation

The hexagonal fortress, quietly located in the middle of the small crater, was like a medal embedded into the surface. The sturdy Moon soil was its first wall, and a tunnel was carved on one side of the crater; it was the only entrance to the entire military base.The entire military base located in the crater covered a total area of ??9,000 square meters with three floors above and below. Each floor was five-meters high, with the highest point parallel to the outer edge of the crater and the lowest point 20 meters underground. The roof was made of concrete and covered with soil about 2-3 meters thick.

The wall was divided into two parts. The outer wall was 1.5 meters thick, the inner wall was 2 meters thick, and 0.7 meters of soil was sandwiched between the inner and outer walls to protect against cosmic rays, solar wind, and meteorite impact.

Due to the insufficient width of the tunnel, the huge lunar rover was parked outside the military base.

Jiang Chen and Xia Shiyu did not wait for a long time before the door of the military base opened. Two officers who had spacesuits on skillfully leaped out and floated in their direction.

The two officers stopped in front of Jiang Chen, saluted, then led the two into the base.

The officer leading was Hou Zhengwen, a former Celestial Trade Navy frigate captain. Now, he served as a Earth Fleet reserve officer and the head of the Moon military base. When he led the group into the base, he reported to Jiang Chen.

?The soldiers have gathered in the central square and are ready to be reviewed. Do you want a tour of the base first, or would you like to head to the square now??

?Let?s go to the square first, we don?t want to let our boys wait too long,? Jiang Chen said with a smile.

?Roger!?

Jiang Chen examined the outline of the entire military base as he followed closely behind.

The interior of the building was designed as a partition. An air lock was built between the partitions. If the building was damaged and air leaked, the air lock can be dropped to isolate the damaged area. Those who didn?t have time evacuate could enter the hibernation chambers designed on both sides of the safety tunnel to wait for rescue.

This kind of design was similar to the design of Lunar City. Before the shield technology made any more advancements, this was the most feasible option.

One thousand and five hundred soldiers gathered in the central square of the military base, and they were arranged in a uniform square.

The elites from all member states were indeed better than the reserve of Celestial Trade.

When Jiang Chen did military training in school, he always thought that even with the best posture, a bullet was the same to everyone. However, now he wholehearted felt that a good posture was the most intuitive embodiment of a soldier.

Even with only one-sixth of the gravity, these soldiers were as steady as sculptures. Just this alone was enough to impress Jiang Chen.

The two months of training was not wasted.

…

Just as Jiang Chen inspected the future soldiers of the Earth Fleet, it was late into the night in the Capital 400,000 kilometers away.

In the center of the bustling world, a man in a suit walked quickly across the street. He stopped under a bronze streetlight, took a note out from his pocket, and confirmed the address again. He then turned into the side alley and entered an ordinary coffeeshop.

He was on K street.

If the eye of the storm of the 2008 Financial Crisis was Wall Street, then K Street was the ever-changing international political center.

This street was home to a large number of think tanks, lobby groups, and public relations companies. International headquarters, the World Bank, and the International Monetary Fund were also here. There were a large number of lobbying groups and well-known lobbyists with limitless power gathered on this street and conducted political trades every day. Thus, K street was renown to all.

Or infamous.

?The information you want,? the man took a document from his coat and threw it on the table as he took a deep breath and sat across from the woman. ?All the candidates are listed on it. From their political views, to their license plate number. If you want to know the probability of winning for each person, I have a dedicated team to serve you. Of course, the payment must be calculated again??

?The payment is next to you.? The woman raised her chin slightly and used her eyes to point in the direction of the money.

The man paused and followed her eyes to the right-hand side of the seat. A black suitcase rested by his feet. The man grabbed the suitcase as his expression suddenly changed and he looked at the woman with strangeness.

?I guess it won?t be Zimbabwe…?

The woman lifted her glass and gracefully sipped the red wine. After she put down the glass, she reached for the documents on the table and nonchalantly said.

?You can open it.?

The man hesitated for a moment, then he picked up the suitcase and opened it. After he saw the green, he quickly closed the suitcase.

It was enough.

Not Zimbabwean dollars, nor Walmart coupons, there was at least 200,000 in dollars in the suitcase, and maybe even more.

What made the man puzzled was why she chose to pay in cash.

In UA, only two types of people carried so much cash.

Drug dealers and fugitives.

Either way, never a good person…

?Okay, actually…? The man hesitated, and finally decided to continue to promote his business. ?In fact, you can find these things online, other than Hill who delayed her speech for some reason, other candidates all have already finished their election speech. I mean, if you just want to figure out their license plate number, there is absolutely no need to find me. My ability is far more than that??

?Is it?? The woman looked?at the document in her hand and responded nonchalantly.

The man opened his mouth.

It seemed that the customer was not interested in his ability.

Just when he had given up and was ready to get up and leave. The woman who sat across of him took a piece of paper from the document and gently dropped it in front of him.

?I need you to do something for me,? the slender fingers tapped on the photo. ?Investigate him. I need to know everything about him. The more interesting the information, the better. You know what I?m referring to.?

?Joseph Kennedy!? When the man recognized the man in the photo, his face suddenly changed into hesitancy.

?I remember you said,? the woman looked at the man, and her red lips formed a mysterious smile. ?Your ability is far more than just figuring out their license plate number.?

?You don?t know,? the man showed a hint of struggle laced with a hint of fear. ?The Kennedy family is part of the B City Consortium. There is so much going on behind all of this and it is so deep that it can drown anyone who dares to test their depths…?

When the man said this, he suddenly noticed a faint disdain in the woman?s eyes.

Yes, it was disdain.

He was sure he was not mistaken.

Expressed disdain for the B City consortium, who was she on behalf of? Morgan? Rockefeller? Russians? Or Hua? Or, the fabled…

He hesitated for a moment before he finally gritted his teeth.

?If the price is right…?

In any case, he should listen to the price first. If the price was not suitable, then it was not too late to refuse.

The woman opened her left hand and put up five fingers.

?…500,000 dollars?? The man tried to propose a number.

?50 million.? The woman said in an understatement.

50 million dollars!

His heart jerked. The man took a deep breath, and his expression changed several times before it formed a bitter smile

It was a price he could not reject.

Even if he knew this money would bring danger to his life.

?Your answer?? The woman raised an eyebrow.

This question was completely redundant.

No one could refuse such a generous reward on K Street.

Even if the bet was his own life, he would willingly gamble it.

The man took a deep breath, stood up, and extended his right hand.

?Richard Meyer, that is my name. I don?t know if I am lucky enough to know the name of my employer??

?No,? The woman looked at the document in her hand and replied in a whisper.

Even the refusal was so elegant that Meyer, who had his right hand in the air, couldn?t be angry.

?…well, it doesn?t matter,? Meyer retracted his right hand, shrugged, and looked around, then he tapped on the table and lowered his voice, ?wait for my message.?

The woman nodded, without looking up at him at all.

?Mhmm, go now.?