United States, white house.


    It snowed heavily in Washington in February, and the whole city was white as a white city.


    In the president''s office.


    An old man with long blond hair sat at his desk, his wrinkled face covered with melancholy clouds.


    "How could this happen? The Syrian rebels clearly occupied such a big advantage. Why did they suddenly collapse?"


    Trump frowned with an incredible expression.


    "Mr. President, you should see this first."


    With that, the chief of staff handed over a stack of high-definition photos.


    Trump took the picture suspiciously and looked down. The more he looked, the more angry he looked.


    "It''s them!" He put down the picture in his hand and looked calm. The atmosphere in the office suddenly became depressed.


    Outside, snowflakes rustled.


    "That''s them, Mr. President." The chief of staff lowered his head slightly and looked at the photos on the table.


    These photos were taken by Jack, the then F-22 driver.


    Jack didn''t know the T-1 power armor of the pasar islands, but trump guessed that these black steel monsters in front of him were the culprit in defeating the British aircraft carrier battle group.


    Trump can''t help but feel a little headache at the thought of this. Although the pasar islands have strong military strength, in the final analysis, it is only an island country located in the South Pacific, which is not worth mentioning compared with these world powers in terms of land area and population.


    In other words, trump never regarded the pasar islands as a competitor. At most, he was just wary that it would stand on the side of China.


    After all, the military strength of the pasar islands is no joke. This is the only country in the world that can wipe out an aircraft carrier battle group in half an hour without using precursors of unconventional weapons.


    "But what good will it do them?" Trump frowned, puzzled.


    "I don''t know," the chief of staff shook his head. "Will... Will the pasar islands be on the Russian side?"


    After hearing this, trump thought secretly. For a long time, he shook his head. "It shouldn''t be. Russia can''t take anything to attract them. Don''t forget how much market share Yuncheng technology occupies in the United States."


    Hearing the speech, the chief of staff nodded.


    Indeed, in the interests of the pasar islands in the United States, they cannot risk losing the American market to help Russia, which simply makes no sense.


    "Let''s convene a Security Council. Instead of making random guesses here, we''d better directly ask them what they are going to do?" The cold light in Trump''s eyes flashed away.


    "As you wish, Mr. President!"


    ......


    Pasar Islands International Airport.


    A Syrian flight slowly stopped on the airport runway.


    On the runway of the airport, a six meter wide red carpet was paved on the ground. The staff of pasar islands and the security guard of the presidential palace had long been waiting on both sides of the red carpet.


    As the plane''s cabin door opened, Syrian President balsa, dressed in a black suit, waved to the crowd.


    Media reporters on Pasa island and around the world kept taking photos, and people with flashing lights on the field could hardly open their eyes.


    "Mr. President, what do you think of the Damascus victory?"


    "Mr. President, is the pasar islands ready to send troops to help Syria?"


    "Mr. President..."


    Facing the problems of media reporters from all over the world, balsa, as a senior politician, has long been used to it. Without saying a word, he stepped down from the boarding rack, got on the suspension car of the presidential palace, and soon disappeared into the sight of the media and the public.


    Pasa Island, presidential palace.


    At this time, the presidential palace in pasar islands has been repaired again and become more magnificent. In front of the white building, there is a square covering an area of more than 100000 square meters.


    The square was crowded. The residents of pasar Island knew that presidents of other countries came to visit, and they crowded in the square to watch the excitement.


    However, although the scene was very lively, after the suspension car stopped, balsa soon disappeared into the public''s view under the escort of the security of the presidential palace.


    Freed from the entanglement of reporters and the masses, balsa and Anthony met in the conference room.


    "Mr. President, thank you for your help to Syria!"


    As soon as they met, balsa bowed to Anthony with wet eyes.


    "You''re welcome, Mr. President," said Anthony with a grin, showing his white teeth. "Besides, it''s not the pasar islands government that helps you, but the world trading company. Please remember clearly, Mr. President!"


    Anthony looked at each other deeply.


    Balsa was a little stunned. He reacted in an instant and said with a smile, "yes, I really have to thank Huanyu trading company."


    "Come on, sit down!" Anthony heard the other party change his mouth and put out his hand with a smile.


    "OK." Balsa sat on the sofa with an uneasy mood.


    "This is a batch of special cigars just shipped from Cuba. My private collection. Would you like one?" Anthony said casually with a cigar in his mouth, "relax. There are no reporters here. I think we can not be so serious."


    Anthony laughed.


    Balsa hesitated for a moment, took Anthony''s cigar, lit it and smoked.


    For a moment, the whole conference room was filled with smoke.


    "Mr. President," balsa sorted out the words, "I don''t know what you, no, are the conditions for Global trade to help us?"


    "One billion ampere dollars in military spending." Anthony puffed a cigarette and said in a relaxed tone.


    "An yuan?" Balsa frowned. He didn''t know that there was an yuan in the world.


    "An yuan!" Anthony nodded. "An yuan is the national currency of the pasar islands."


    "Well, I don''t know what the exchange rate of an yuan is?" Balsa asked cautiously.


    "Now the exchange rate of an yuan to the US dollar in pasar islands is 1:1.1," Anthony smiled. "That means you need to pay $1.1 billion in military spending this time."


    "That''s the condition?!" Balsa looked unbelievable. It was not that the conditions were too high, but that the conditions were almost in vain.


    You know, this military expenditure may be the real military expenditure of the pasar islands. Did they waste so much effort to fight a war in Syria? Or a war of no benefit!


    Balsa looked at Anthony and said nothing.


    "Of course, this is just our military expenditure," Anthony became serious when he saw balsa''s silence. "Our purpose is very simple. In the future, the oil in the Middle East will be settled in an yuan!"


    "What?!"


    After hearing this, balsa''s ass jumped up from the sofa like a needle, "do you... Do you want to start a world war?"


    Balsa''s voice trembled because he was nervous.