The Peerless God of War of the Female President

In the top-level imperial suite of the Holiday Inn in M ​​City, Yang Chen and Philip just faced each other quietly, neither showing any intention of backing down.

But the subordinates behind Philip were not calm at this time.They all know that their boss is a complete desperado, and no one knows whether he will press the detonation button of the bomb in the next second.

Cold sweat dripped from the foreheads of the two subordinates, and one of them unconsciously stretched his hand to his waist and grabbed the handle of the pistol.

"Mr. Chen, it seems that you haven't done enough homework. Did you really not inquire about me before you came?"

Yang Chen chuckled: "It's not important, what's important is that I'm very confident that I won't die under your bomb, but I don't know if you have."

"You are worth hundreds of millions, do you really want to die with me, a desperado?"

"Of course not, it's just your idea to die together, and I think you must be the one who died, and I will survive."

Philip's face was livid: "Are you sure you want to try?!"

"Try it, just try it, press it!"

Yang Chen said something carelessly, and then put his arms on the back of the sofa, with a look of indifference.

"Boss!"

One of his subordinates hurried up behind Philip and said in a low voice, "Don't be fooled by this kid! This is a negotiating trick!"

Philip gritted his teeth and released the detonator button in his hand.

"Chen Yang, I really didn't expect you to be a desperado, I admire you!"

"Hehe, you are really wrong about this point. I cherish my life very much. I have never thought of dying with anyone. I only choose to fight with others when I am sure that I will be safe."

Philip thought to himself, are you speaking human words?Make sure you are safe, is that called desperate?That's killing someone else, right?

"Since you are not going to bet your life with me, does that mean we can continue talking?"

"Hehe, you already want to destroy us, is there anything else to talk about?"

Yang Chen smiled slightly: "I'm just talking casually, don't be so serious."

After a pause, Yang Chen suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "The reason why I came to you is largely because you have not been controlled by the elders. This is what I value most."

"However, the whole world knows that the Yang family and the Presbyterian Church have reached a settlement eight years ago. There has been no conflict between the two sides in the past eight years. Since you are a friend of the Yang family, you should know this."

"That's true, but you should also be clear that there are no permanent enemies or friends in this world, only permanent interests. I don't believe that an organization like the Elders' Association will live in peace with the Yang family for a long time."

"So? The Yang family wants to build a bridgehead against the Presbyterian Church in O Continent? We, the Sword and Shield Legion, were lucky to be chosen by you?"

"I don't deny your statement. In business, everyone gets what they need. If you are the agent of the Yang family, the Yang family will give you everything you want. It's fair."

"Hehe, you are really angry! Can you give me everything I want?"

"Yes, as long as it is what you want, the Yang family has the ability to give it to you."

Philip looked at Yang Chen jokingly and said, "What if I want to be the prime minister of Country X?"

"Are you sure you want the seat that doesn't deserve the name? If you're sure you really want it, then I can answer you for the Yang family—no problem at all!"

"Haha, don't you even make drafts for bragging?"

"Ha ha……"

Philip and his two subordinates laughed loudly, and Yang Chen also laughed along with them.

"Chen Yang, I don't have any interest in your business now. If you want to attack our Sword and Shield Legion, please feel free to do so. I will take our brothers with me to the end!"

After Philip finished speaking, he got up and wanted to leave, but found that he felt as if a huge boulder had weighed on him, and he couldn't stand up at all!
Yang Chen showed a smile and said: "Don't worry, are you bragging, you'll know when I finish talking."

Philip didn't know what happened, he could only look at Yang Chen angrily, and gave up trying to stand up and leave.

"Sitting in your position, you should know that Yang Chen robbed the Union Bank of State O in country F and bombed the museum in country Y eight years ago, right? Why do you think these two countries, which have always been domineering, dare not resist?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Yang Chen holds the most advanced seventh-generation fighter technology in his hands, and it may have developed to the eighth generation now. The two countries dare not show their teeth to the Yang family!"

Yang Chen smiled and nodded: "You are right, the current fighter technology of the Yang family has indeed developed to the eighth generation, I can tell you without any concealment, I only need a phone call now, the latest model of the Yang family The test machine will fly over our heads within 10 minutes, and your defense system is just a display in front of it."

"I believe the Yang family has this strength, but does it have anything to do with me?"

"Of course, if you suddenly stand up and tell the people of country X tomorrow that you have reached a cooperation with the Yang family in the field of civil aviation, and the Yang family will transfer the most advanced aircraft technology to you, what do you think the people of country X will think?"

"what?!"

Philip stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, and he didn't notice at all that the invisible pressure on him just now had disappeared.

"Don't get too excited, if you do what I say, it will become a reality."

"You mean, the Yang family is willing to share the technology of the eighth-generation machine with me?!"

"What do you think, the technology will not be shared with you, but you can buy an advanced eighth-generation aircraft from the Yang family. You know, the entire Western world has not fully grasped the technology of the sixth-generation aircraft, but you have With an aircraft two full generations ahead, think about what that gets you."

Philip couldn't calm down anymore, he swallowed hard, and his face was flushed with excitement.

The eighth generation machine!This is no joke!
Strategists in the Western world once said that whoever can obtain the technology of the seventh-generation aircraft in the hands of the Yang family can dominate the entire Western world!

A seventh-generation machine can subvert the entire Western strategic structure, but what Yang Chen promised to himself is an eighth-generation machine that the West can't deal with at all!
Even if it is a civilian aircraft, it is enough to make a lot of money, fame and fortune!

"Mr. Chen, if there is such a good thing, why do you want to find me? In country X, there are many forces stronger than me, why is it me?"

"Like I said, I love working with outlaws."

Yang Chen said with a light smile: "The big and small forces in Country X are either being suppressed by the Elders' Council and doing nothing, or they have already taken refuge in the Elders' Council and become their lackeys. Only your Sword and Shield Legion has not done anything yet. Infiltrated by their power."

"Of course, what I hate the most is that they put on the appearance of a savior all day long, but all they do is stealth. Of course I am also bad, but I am just aboveboard!"

Speaking of this, Philip also showed a bit of "I am a bad guy and I am proud" gesture.

"Let's put it this way, Mr. Chen, my idol is the 'Thugs in Suits' under your Commander Xia Guoying. My greatest dream is to develop the Sword and Shield Legion into a team like 'Thugs in Suits'!"

Yang Chen smiled indifferently, he didn't expect that the guys under Xu Jun would have little fans.

"Philip, in order to show my sincerity, I will contact Yang Lin, the head of the Yang family, so that you don't think I'm a liar."

After finishing speaking, Yang Chen directly turned on the laptop on the coffee table, and started connecting with Yang Lin.

Soon, Yang Lin, wrapped in a bathrobe, appeared on the computer screen.

"A Lin, I've already talked to Mr. Pelip. He doesn't believe that the Yang family can sell him an eighth-generation machine. Tell him yourself!"

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he directly turned the computer screen to Philip.

Philip recognized the man on the screen at a glance. He was the man currently ranked number one on the world's wealth list. He straightened up involuntarily and smiled.

"Mr. Yang, it's not that I don't believe in Mr. Chen, it's just that I feel a little suddenly—"

While wiping his wet hair, Yang Lin said impatiently: "What the hell, Brother Chen went to country X to develop. We decided to study together. We need an agent there, and you are very suitable. I sold the eighth-generation civilian aircraft to my agent, isn't that normal?"

"Uh, aren't you afraid that I will secretly sell the technology of the eighth-generation machine to the West? After all, they haven't even developed the sixth-generation machine yet..."

"Hehe, don't say whether you dare to do this, even if they get the whole machine, do you think we will have no means of defense? You underestimate the technology of our Yang family."