The Road Never Imagined

What's up?

Hearing A Chuan's impatient voice, Kang De smiled.

"Hi, Donald," he asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"

"Fuck those Hollywood idiots on Twitter." It's five or six in the morning, A Chuan's voice is still full of energy. I don't know if he's been cultivating immortality or if he's already woken up.

Immediately afterwards, the president suddenly realized what was happening.

His relationship with Kang De wasn't close enough for them to chat so casually.

Moreover, in his view, Kang De was a true United States.

Because this China boy is not polite and humble like China people at all. Instead, he is rude and domineering. He never speaks properly and will not reason with anyone unless he is extremely helpless or planning to scheme against someone. Only then will he speak a few words in a nice tone.

And now, Titan is still on the Lake Huron. To prevent this behemoth from causing trouble, an outrageous military expenditure comparable to that of Afghanistan is poured in every day. Cities on both sides of the lake are in constant fear, rumors are spreading, and international media are watching. If anyone is "utterly helpless," it is certainly not Kang De, the China.

It's yourself.

So, Kang De took the initiative to call, and was so polite, then...

They're either trying to extort money from me, or they're plotting something.

A Chuan instantly became alert. "What are you planning to do now?"

Kang De arrogantly replied, "Commander-in-Chief, the Communists [beep--] asked me to pass on a message to you: This treaty, are you going to sign it or not? I heard it's stalled with you."

The president's voice immediately rose eight octaves, becoming even more spirited than before. "Fuck you, greedy China Empire! Despicable hegemony! This is blatant superpower extortion!"

Kang De's eyes widened. "How dare you slander someone out of thin air? As everyone knows, our country has always been firmly committed to the path of peaceful rise, adheres to the scientific outlook on development, and opposes all..."

"Get lost! You oppose imperialism only because you lack the ability to become the largest imperialist power! Once you have that power, you're capable of anything!"

"Tsk tsk, President, don't assume everyone else will just because you think eating shit is delicious..."

"Come on!" A Chuan shouted, "Do you think I don't know how great imperialism is!"

"..."

Kang De was speechless for a moment, then heard Trump shout angrily, "Join forces to defeat Titan, share the spoils, establish a research base at Can*da, share the research results, Can*da will pay 70%, the Amerikkka 30%—I ask you, how much will China pay?"

China boy blinked his innocent, big eyes and said naively, "China produced me!"

"You?" A Chuan's voice weakened, and he asked uncertainly, "Can you cooperate and help with the research?"

Kang De replied crisply, "Of course not."

"... Responsible for security and preventing unforeseen incidents?"

"No, not at all."

Ah Chuan asked doubtfully, "Then what do you do?"

"Oh, some very important things," Kang De replied honestly, "For example, what if the Amerikkka or Can*da disagree with this plan and then they jump out and destroy you?"

"..."

A Chuan fell silent.

Kang De, understandingly, explained in a low voice, "I'm like your entire aircraft carrier fleet—the kind you can take together. Dio doesn't do much most of the time, but when he has free time, he comes out for a spin, and you'll know you have to pay him."

The American Empire president roared in fury, "I knew it—you bastards copy us every other day, why don't you pay the patent fees! You thieves! You plagiarists! I'm going to send all the China students back!"

Kang De shouted, "Times have changed! A Chuan! The days of China on the 'foolish and rich' persona to pay an entrance fee and get ripped off are gone! It's our turn to get something for free!"

"NO! Go to hell!" A Chuan roared, "You can't just bully us like this all the time!"

"Come on!" Kang De shouted, "Don't you know how great it is to do this?!"

A Chuan was panting heavily, looking quite angry.

"Fuck you!" he gasped, then declared resolutely, "I'd rather nuke that thing than accept your blackmail and humiliation! Go to hell, Kang De! Whatever conspiracy you're plotting, whatever your ambitions, I Amerikkka will fight you and your evil nation to the very end!"

He let out a mighty roar, "We shall never surrender!"

Kang De nodded with satisfaction upon hearing the roar from the other side.

Okay, now you can ask to open the window.

He was about to speak when he heard a loud knocking on the door from the other end of the line.

The door to the White House was flung open, and the defense minister whispered, "President—please promise him, we've already invested too much; we can't afford to lose everything!"

A Chuan looked around in surprise; this was his bedroom.

This is dawn in Washington.

The president's face flushed red, and he roared, "You're wiretapping my phone again! Damn it! I'm the democratically elected president! How dare you trespass into my room! I..."

The defense minister, much younger and stronger A Chuan, suddenly stepped forward and snatched the president's phone.

"Mr. Kang De," the Defense Secretary said in a deep voice, "I am Mark Esper, the Amerikkka. Rest assured, the secret negotiations with your officials will soon yield a perfect result."

Wow, wow!

Kang De listened to the voice on the other end. "... Wait, are you planning a coup?"

"You misunderstand, sir. I simply want to assure you that the situation in Amerikkka is stable, everything will be fine, we have no intention of engaging in any attack or confrontation with you, and the extraordinary incident at the Bruce Nuclear Power Plant will be resolved perfectly and appropriately through our close cooperation."

"Ah... what happened to A Chuan?"

"You know, democratic systems sometimes have their share of problems."

"I see."

"Yes."

"... so?"

"Therefore, I suggest that you no longer need to engage in private negotiations with President A Chuan. I believe that within a mature negotiation framework, the elites of our two countries have sufficient courage, will, and strength to resolve the problems we face without being disturbed by any disturbances or abnormal circumstances."

After several months of practice, Kang De's English level has improved significantly, but when faced with this level of social etiquette, he still tilts his head and looks askance, as if he were taking a listening test.

Sigh, A Chuan's vocabulary is still the most approachable.

No wonder he has so many supporters.

He nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

The Defense Minister replied with an air of nonchalance, "If there's nothing else..."

"Some."

"Please speak."

After a while, a clear voice came through the microphone, spreading throughout the entire bedroom. Even A Chuan, who was being held by two bodyguards, could hear it clearly.

"A Chuan!"

The voice was mysterious, as if it were whispering.

"If you get kidnapped..." Kang De whispered, "just shout ' China! I'll come to your rescue!'"

A Chuan was a man of fierce character, and upon hearing this, he was about to shout.

The two bodyguards, who had clearly taken a new stance, immediately covered their mouths, causing the president's desperate cry to break its voice.

"--Damn it!"

The call was disconnected.

Kang De glanced at the screen indicating the call was terminated, pondered for a moment, and then shrugged.

That's interesting.

He immediately dialed another number, which was answered instantly as well.

Before the beautiful, sweet-voiced girl could speak, he blurted out, "Comrade Little Qin!"

"... ah?"

Kang De covered the microphone and said solemnly, "I have important information to report to the organization!"

The White House.

A Chuan's eyes widened, his hands trembled, and his face turned ashen.

As the president, he was brazenly intruded upon and humiliated in his own residence!

Even worse than a black guy who got his house illegally broken into!

Since becoming president... he had never been insulted like this before.

Representing the will of the silent majority, he became the democratically elected national leader! He was disliked by the elites, ridiculed by the other half of the country, and looked down upon by the establishment and those within the system—yet he ultimately possessed the highest power, enabling him to realize his ambitions and restore the country to its rightful place.

And make a lot of money while you're at it.

--But the latter is not the point! He truly had the United States Dream! Not only did he want to make a lot of money, but he also wanted to accomplish something bigger and make this country great again!

After taking office, he consistently fulfilled his promises and, according to his own plan and understanding, gradually eliminated those parasites Amerikkka, kicking away one obstacle after another...

But this path was not smooth. He had neither connections nor friends in the political arena, and could only rely on some opportunists and despicable people. Many of his policies and orders were successfully implemented, but others were sidelined, ignored, and treated with disdain. He could see the hidden disdain of those from prominent political families, and he knew that those elites were not friendly to him. He thought he could ignore it...

But he hadn't expected the situation to deteriorate to this extent!

"You vile dog! You beachhead of the Military-Industrial Complex!" he growled in a low voice. "Oil! Ah, Field! You have just threatened the legitimate president of the Amerikkka!"

"No, we are protecting this country in our own way."

The Defense Secretary wiped his glasses and said calmly, "President, you shouldn't act rashly. Many good people of high standing have invested too much in capturing Titan; they deserve a reward, not to have everything wiped out by a nuclear bomb... The secret of the Deceleration Field will usher in a new era."

" --Kang De acting very strangely! This could just be a poisoned bait he's thrown out!"

A Chuan said angrily, "Do you know what he just said? His words and attitude are even more aggressive than before! What does that mean? It means he's revealing his own interests! He wants to play a significant role in this Titan incident! He's officially seeking status and prestige in the world!"

The defense minister shook his head and said, "That's normal..."

"This is not normal!" the President shouted irritably. "You all don't understand! No one understands Kang De better than me! His attitude and ambition are more intense than they were back in England! Even more intense than before the Titan Incident! This shows that his mentality has quietly undergone some kind of change, and I bet it's definitely not a good thing!"

He almost jumped up, broke free from the restraints of the two bodyguards, and strode back and forth in the room.

"Yes, yes, that's the feeling..."

He murmured, "It was like when I took over the company in the 1970s and bought the Central Railroad Company in Manhattan. I planned to build a municipal convention center there. Back then, at dinners and social events, in front of all my colleagues, officials, and celebrities in New York, I couldn't hide my smugness or my aggressiveness. It was as if I had my thoughts written all over my face. What I wanted to say was..."

"--Hey! I'm going to make a big splash on your turf!"

He suddenly turned to the Secretary of Defense: "Mark! Did you hear that?! Things are definitely not that simple!"

The defense chief shook his head indifferently. "You know, sir, I'm tired of your endless speculation, probing, conjecture, and fantasy about Kang De, like that story in Aesop's Fables. Even if the wolf really comes in the end, so what? We have plenty of meat to feed the hungry wolf."

"The most important issue now is not the meat. We have plenty of meat in our warehouse, enough to temporarily feed the hungry wolves and keep them busy resting and digesting, instead of them coming to eat us harmless creatures."

Mark Esper said in a deep voice, "What we need is—guns."

"You..."

A Chuan chewed on the word, then sneered, "Are you... Amerikkka?"

"That's certainly true."

The defense minister reverently stretched out his arms and closed his eyes, as if basking in the light.

He murmured, "We are the flowers that fly by in May, we are the ships that drift in from the sea, we are the flowing blue blood, we are the mountain peaks, we are the foundation stones, we are the managers, the caretakers, and the shepherds."

A Chuan spat. "Parasite, vampire..."

"President Trump, I urge you to abide by the Constitution and your oath, set aside your personal prejudices and whims, and in the final year of your term, fulfill your duties and make a final contribution to this country."

The defense officer stood at attention, saluted, his face stern and composed.

A Chuan's face was filled with disgust. "You're not worthy to speak to me as a soldier. You're nothing but a dog kept by Raytheon Company. You're fired now, and I'm going to hold you accountable!"

"I'm afraid you can't do that."

Mark Esper said calmly, "Just as you became the elected president through an election, even if I am dismissed by you, I will legally and legitimately receive an offer from Raytheon Company and begin a leisurely and wealthy retirement. This is the reward my partners are giving me..."

"Just like your rise to the presidency, this is the rule of the Amerikkka. I urge you to abide by this rule, after all, you have profited from it for over seventy years."

A Chuan gritted his teeth and said, "I will expose your crimes..."

"That means you're going to make the Titan and Extraordinary events public."

The defense secretary remained calm. "Congress will never allow this unauthorized public speech. If you insist on doing so, you will be immediately declared mentally unstable, and according to the relevant laws, the vice president will take over your position until the next election... Why take it to this point?"

Trump's expression changed.

"The Elephant Parties, the Donkey Party... Mr. President, why are you so confident that you will be re-elected?" Esper said. "The Amerikkka political elites, regardless of party affiliation, can no longer tolerate you... Why not pursue a more respectable outcome?"

He gazed at the old man before him and said softly, "After all, even without the title of Grand Commander, you are still a billionaire, a complete winner in life, a father, a grandfather..."

After saying that, he shoved the phone back into A Chuan's hand, then left with the two bodyguards, closing the door behind them.

A Chuan stood there for a long time, then suddenly his legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground, looking utterly dejected.

He didn't even make the bold statement, "I'm going to tell everyone on Twitter."

Because they have self-awareness.

Zuckerberg, that shameless bastard, is the most despicable businessman. He'll lick the balls of anything he thinks is worth licking in order to make money, and of course, he's been to the White House quite often to lick his A Chuan.

Therefore, he will definitely be even more enthusiastic when he's sucking up to that group of people.

Trump looked grim.

He wasn't stupid; on the contrary, he was extremely intelligent. With just a few words from Esper, he realized his predicament—he was an outlier in the political game of the donkey-elephant rivalry, having come to power by exploiting loopholes. He had no foundation and was an anomaly in the eyes of almost everyone, which aroused everyone's dissatisfaction and hostility.

He knew whose spokesperson Esper was.

But he really couldn't have predicted that something like this would happen.

Why?

Why are they so much crazier and bolder now compared to a few years ago?

As well as...

What should we do now?

He had no doubt about the power of that group when they united.

The other party's implication was quite clear: forget about becoming the next president, just finish your term peacefully, then get out of here immediately. I guarantee you'll be safe afterwards. Don't be ungrateful.

The two parties, the Democratic Party and the Republican Party, have almost reached a certain consensus.

Faced with the reality of the supernatural invasion, two ancient serpents are stirring and beginning to awaken. What are they going to do? What are their plans?

As a political novice, a Germany immigrant and nouveau riche, it was absolutely impossible for A Chuan to access these deepest secrets... He seemed to be nothing more than a tool used in transition.

However, the extraordinary awakening event happened to occur during his term of office.

Having figured out the cause and effect, A Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

The businessman's instinct to seek profit and avoid harm instantly took over.

Or... maybe we should just forget about it?

Fuck MAGA, fuck United States First.

But as Donald Trump, the cold and tyrannical soul disciplined and molded by his father roared in his heart—No! I have never suffered such humiliation and injustice!

Furthermore, after my ignominious defeat in the election, after taking away the interests of so many people during my term, am I destined to live in fear and trembling under the promises of those venomous snakes? Their promises are the least trustworthy thing of all. Rather than believe in the protection of these evil people, I would rather...

It would be better to...

--etc.

It would be better to...

A Chuan blinked, looking around blankly.

A path I had never imagined suddenly appeared before me.

At that moment, he thought of his uncle.

As this absurd idea grew uncontrollably, he suddenly found that all the fears, hesitations, and problems that had been troubling him seemed less of a concern.

There's a saying that goes something like this?

The moment a thought arises to join the cause, the world expands infinitely.