Miss Bao

The next day.

A strange package was received at Trump Tower in Xinxiang City, Amerikkka.

Having been instructed beforehand, Ivanka personally carried the contents of the package to the White House —despite layers of deliberately obstructed security checks, the most crucial items still managed to evade the search.

A Chuan's silicone eldest daughter took a card out of her delicate wallet.

"This thing appeared out of thin air... right before our eyes. I've never seen anything like it before. To the accompaniment of breathtaking music, it radiated light, appeared in the void, and then fell."

Ivanka handed the cheaply made card to A Chuan: "The moment I saw it, I knew this must be the thing you were talking about."

A Chuan carefully took the card and immediately noticed the picture on it.

"Chinese language, and pretty China girls."

He carefully stroked the card, on which were written in Chinese characters in a flowing, elegant style, and printed with images of several smiling beauties, along with a string of numbers. "... Is this a phone number?"

"Maybe it is, but when I tried dialing, the number was disconnected."

Ivanka solemnly replied, "Father, I've studied Chinese, so I can recognize this... this should be a lady's business card."

A Chuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Whose business card is this? What's the name?"

"No name was written."

"So what do these three Chinese characters mean?"

It refers to an unmarried woman whose surname is 'Bao'.

The president stroked his chin. "Surname Bao... Does Kang De have any ladies with that surname?"

Ivanka shook her head and said, "I don't know, Father. It's a very important matter, and I dare not show it to anyone who understands Chinese. I just searched and looked it up myself... These three Chinese characters combined mean an unmarried woman surnamed Bao, which translates to Miss Bao."

A Chuan pondered quietly for a moment, then gave his eldest daughter a hug and waved his hand, saying, "Good, very good, my girl, you did a great job... Now, go and rest."

He thought for a moment and added, "If someone asks you what you brought... if you can't resist or refuse, just tell them the truth, and then the question will come back to me, you understand?"

Ivanka's expression changed slightly, and she whispered, "Father, is everything alright?"

Trump looked at his eldest daughter—his most valued child, far surpassing his other children—and saw the unease and fear she unconsciously revealed, yet was also desperately suppressing, and sighed inwardly.

He believed she was a wonderful girl, especially in comparison... compared to the useless daughter of the serial killer Hillary Clinton, compared to the idiotic son of the old man who was good for nothing even in Ukraine, Ivanka was far superior.

But he knew that Ivanka wasn't good enough.

She has always been a little girl who grew up under her own protection, never having fought for herself, never truly tasted the bitterness of failure, and would show timidity when faced with real challenges.

And he's not particularly intelligent.

A Chuan will never forget what Ivanka did—when she was nine years old, she wanted to earn money by starting a small business because her allowance was restricted. She wanted to sell lemonade, but business was terrible, so she came up with a way to turn things around... She sold the lemonade to her bodyguards, drivers, and servants at extremely high prices and got all the money out of their pockets.

When A Chuan learned the whole story, he was actually very happy.

Because being able to use one's own resources, advantages, status, and identity to extract more benefits from the poor is by no means a bad thing, but rather a basic quality of a capitalist.

But doing it that way is one thing.

But to proudly write about this in one's own biography, using it as an example to flaunt one's business acumen, is a completely different matter.

Upon thinking of this, the image of another person A Chuan came to mind.

Oh shit.

Why would a middle-aged demolition contractor with a monthly salary of a few thousand dollars, a personal stash of about nine hundred dollars, use a VPN funded by the American Empire government to access adult websites, give a large number of "likes" to women working in China shops on Twitter, use a credit card to purchase annual memberships on several adult websites, and have a viewing preference for married women in their thirties and forties...?

--Could he possibly father a son like Kang De!?

If my son were this capable, would I be looking like this now?

Thinking of this, the Grand Commander couldn't help but sigh.

He became president and faced pressure and attacks from all sides, but his family and bloodline could not provide him with any assistance. In fact, in times of crisis, he had to bear everything on his own.

"It's alright, sweetheart, it's alright." He hugged his daughter. "I will protect you, I will protect you all... as always. And, be prepared."

He smoothed his daughter's hair. "It'll do you good to have Arabella and the others learn Chinese... Get ready, Ivanka, get ready to go to China."

Watching his daughter's hesitant figure leave, A Chuan withdrew his gaze.

He stared at the card in his hand.

"Miss Bao..."

He pondered for a moment, then thought of China's first atomic bomb... codenamed "Miss Qiu".

The reason I thought of this immediately is because A Chuan is very familiar with this matter.

He knew the story of the first atomic bomb China all too well.

If China big bomb had gone off ten years earlier, the entire Trump family would have been killed by McCarthy.

"Miss Bao..."

He repeated the name again... There was indeed no woman with the surname Bao around Kang De. And the string of numbers that looked like a phone number was a dead number.

Trump pondered for a moment, then thought of Miss Qiu's past.

"Could it be..." he murmured, "That's my code name?"

He understood. He understood again.

After all, he had already joined the organization on the front lines and become a glorious soldier on the covert front, so it was quite reasonable for him to have a secret codename.

Considering that the code name for China first nuclear weapon was "Miss Qiu," it sounds much better than some "little brat" or "dead fat otaku." This shows that the code name "Miss Qiu" represents Shi Potian power and holds a sacred position in China's code name system. Ah A Chuan took a spot, and although it's called "Miss Qiu," he doesn't care at all. He's honored—ah, the mysterious East!

President A Chuan nodded with pleasure.

If my guess is correct, then I'll accept this code name.

Recalling Kang De's previous instructions and advice, A Chuan cleared his desk and then solemnly placed the card with his code name on it on his desk.

If this card possessed sentience, it would surely lament its own undeserved privilege.

The person who ordered and printed these cards would never have imagined, even if they racked their brains, that this thing would end up on some weirdo's desk.

A Chuan found a hunting knife and gently cut his thumb.

Following Kang De's previous instructions and admonitions, a drop of blood was placed on the card.

The next moment, a low buzzing sound rang out, the card vibrated slightly, and emitted a purple glow.

A Chuan subconsciously took a step back, then stared intently with wide eyes. He saw brilliant beams of light burst forth from the card, intersecting in the void and forming the outline of a box.

Intense light and shadow, an invisible portal opens wide, space folds, and matter transforms from illusory to real.

Until the light faded.

The light and shadow on the desk were replaced by a huge solid object.

The outline of a square box...

It's described as an outline because this cube, which looks like a box, is completely encased in a tacky, gray-green snakeskin bag.

"What—the..."

A Chuan sensed something was amiss and tentatively placed his hand on the bag.

The next moment, the tightly sealed snakeskin bag opened on its own and slid down, revealing a brown cardboard box inside. A musty smell, sealed in the dust of the countryside for years, wafted out.

Above it were also written three large, red characters in a flowing, dynamic style.

A Chuan took a picture with his phone and tried searching for it.

"Red Fuji apple..." He looked at the answer Google gave him, "... is this an apple?"

Before the president could even begin to decipher the apple's deeper meaning using biblical cultural references, he heard a mechanical announcement: a mobile phone sits atop the cardboard box; "Donald Trump!"

It is the voice of Kang De.

Not knowing if Kang De could see this, A Chuan decided to go all the way, standing at attention and saluting. "Comrade Kang De! Special agent of the Republic's covert front, codename Miss Bao, reporting for duty!"

With a soft "poof," a violent coughing sound came from the microphone.

"What?" The China clearly extremely surprised. "What's the code name?"

Um?

A Chuan was suspicious, but before he could say anything, Kang De exclaimed in realization, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, I see, I see! A Chuan, no, Miss Bao, that's your code name!"

Clearly, Kang De and A Chuan are equally adept at "quickly understanding everything".

Without giving A Chuan any chance to question or doubt, Kang De continued, "Comrade A Chuan, in order to protect your personal safety and enable you to better fight for the interests of the Republic on your combat post, the organization has decided to issue you a certain amount of personal protective equipment, all of which have extremely magical functions, enabling you to protect yourself in dangerous situations... We hope you can strike hard against the evil American Empire lackeys!"

A Chuan hadn't been idle these past two days, and immediately chimed in. "Don't worry, Comrade Kang De, I will definitely carry forward the spirit of hard work and struggle, and for the cause of liberating all mankind, I will defeat all American Empire reactionaries!"

"Great, very energetic!"

Kang De gave a compliment, and the mobile phone floated into the air. Then, the cardboard box opened by itself.

"These snakeskin bags and cardboard boxes are no ordinary objects; they are rare treasures. Don't lose them."

He said to A Chuan, "This bag is called 'Alley's Sanction.' It can automatically target enemies within a certain range and put it over their heads. The enemy will then be subjected to a series of mental attacks such as Blur and Sleep, becoming disoriented and unable to distinguish right from wrong. No matter how hard you beat them, they will be unable to resist."

"This cardboard box is called 'The Kojima's Mercy.' Wearing it will allow you to conceal your presence to the greatest extent possible and use illusions to confuse your enemies, so that they can pass right by you without noticing you."

Upon hearing this, A Chuan clicked his tongue in amazement: "The Emei Thief Eagle—"

He took two steps forward, looked into the box, and was immediately stunned.

"This..."

He saw a set of neatly folded black clothes, but it didn't look like a suit.

On this outfit, a red brooch is solemnly placed, bearing the portrait of a person... a China person who shone brightly across the globe in that era and left a deep impression on A Chuan.

In addition, he saw many strange and incongruous things.

He saw a brick that looked like it had been taken from a construction site, a folded stool, a Mauser pistol that looked like it had been taken from some military museum, a tight-fitting vest, a book... all sorts of strange things, neatly arranged in this large box.

What are all these things?

"I will explain their functions to you one by one. Each one is a powerful weapon... I mean the Scarlet Divine Weapons. If used properly, even if an Amerikkka superhuman were to personally attack you, they wouldn't be able to harm you."

A Chuan's expression was a mixture of surprise and delight. "Really?"

"It really couldn't be more true," Kang De said in a deep voice, "But Comrade A Chuan, there's a problem."

What's the problem?

I'm afraid you're not in a position to use this equipment right now.

"Why?"

"It's very simple. Using these Scarlet Divine Weapons requires a firm materialist stance and a red faith, and Comrade A Chuan, if I may be so bold..."

Comrade Kang De said earnestly, "I think you, young comrade, have joined the organization physically, but not ideologically. That's not good."

Isn't that obvious?

If it weren't for those bastards trying to harm me, I wouldn't have bothered to defect to the Communists.

That being said, he couldn't say it aloud; circumstances were beyond his control. A Chuan could only lower his head and say meekly, "Oh, Kang De, my dear comrade, forgive my wavering stance and difficulty in changing my mind. After all, I am already an old man of over seventy. Please tell us, how can I gain Marx's approval?"

"You'll have to make up for your ideological and political education class after you return to China."

Kang De solemnly declared, "For now, the only expedient measure is to take a gradual, subtle approach, using pure enthusiasm to compensate for the lack of thought... So, sing, Comrade A Chuan!"

As if in response to his words, the box vibrated and a small MP3 player floated out, its two headphone wires moving nimbly like squid tentacles, and Kang De's whispers echoed softly in his ear.

"Each piece of equipment corresponds to a patriotic song. To power these Scarlet Divine Weapons in battle, you need to master the corresponding song and use the power of song to fight! The song I had you sing before was one of those..."

China boy's tone was honest and kind.

What malicious intentions might the Fire Thief have?

--How could there not be, you bastard!

Even if A Chuan didn't understand the realm of superhumans, he could guess that Kang De was teasing him—just like that song he was asked to sing before, he looked up the lyrics online and ended up furious.

Donald Trump, a billionaire, playboy, and Amerikkka president, has actually stooped to singing China ideologically charged red songs!

How can we tolerate this!?

--able.

A Chuan had no objections and replied to Kang De, "I understand, Comrade Kang De. I will master the methods of using these equipment as quickly as possible, and I hope it will indeed be as useful as you say."

Kang De smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Miss Bao, you can rely on them to help you through any danger—and if the situation exceeds their capacity, I will come to your rescue immediately!"

This is the promise that A Chuan wanted.

The protection promised by Earth's most powerful superhuman is more effective than anything else.

"Then I'm relieved," A Chuan said. "I hope I never have to use them."

"Even so, you must familiarize yourself with them," Kang De told A Chuan. "Among these items, you can wear the vests and badges close to your skin. Put the rest back in the box and store them with cards. When you need to use them, you only need to take out the card, recite the incantation, and the equipment will be delivered directly to you."

"OK."

"These equipment are for your use only, and only you may use them. Do not give them to anyone else, and do not allow anyone other than the enemy to obtain them—"

Otherwise, those people would intuitively understand why a planet like Jupiter, which is more than 300 times heavier than Earth, orbits the sun.

"I understand, Comrade Kang De," A Chuan said immediately. "I know the rules, and I always remember why I asked you for help. I also know clearly that what those who threatened me threatened to do to me, you can certainly do too, and may even do it better."

"Yes, A Chuan, yes, that's exactly what I meant."

Communication ended.

A Chuan held the "Miss Bao" card, stared at the cardboard box in front of him, and remained silent.

"Oh shit."

He couldn't help but curse.

The position of President must be continued.

Otherwise, even if they were taken to China, they would be nothing more than caged birds and intelligence devices to be used.

He claimed he wanted to defect to the Communists, but in reality, he just wanted to use Kang De's influence and intimidation to confront those people in order to protect his life, property, and family as much as possible.

So, the outcome is still uncertain.

Kang De, China, Donkey Party, parasites, we'll see.

A Chuan listened to the explanations and instructions on the MP3 player, his initial resentment turned into a subtle change.

According to Kang De's message, he could already imagine himself fully armed, singing, and firing at full power when he encountered danger... It was simply the biggest and most desperate event in Amerikkka history.

The China boy is truly unimaginable.

However, he could accept it if it was just a simple case of bad taste.

But...

"I hope so," he muttered helplessly, "I hope I never have the chance to use them..."

As he spoke, he waved the card and recited the incantation according to Kang De's instructions.

President Donald Trump uttered those five words in fluent and dignified Mandarin.

"Serve the people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the card lit up with a bright light. Then, the box, half-wrapped in a snakeskin bag, transformed into a stream of light, shifting from solid to ethereal, and disappeared without a trace in the flashing Phase Door.

"Shit."

A Chuan waved the card in his hand. "It's pretty useful."