Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Just as President Wilkie and Donovan were wondering whether Hoover had been blown up in the villa or had absconded, a shrill air raid siren suddenly sounded outside.

"These damn Germans are really on time!" President Wilkie cursed bitterly. As if to prove the rigor of the Germans, these bomber groups visited every day for a few minutes.

Donovan's expression became grim after hearing the report from the President's Secretary that the number of German bombers exceeded 70. "The Germans have more and more high-altitude bombers." From the initial thirty or so to the later forty or fifty, there are now more than seventy, and I'm afraid it won't be long before they exceed 100. shelf. Unfortunately, even if hundreds or thousands of German bombers flew over, they could not shoot them down and could only watch the bombs fall.

"How long will it take for those high-altitude fighters and anti-aircraft guns to be produced?" Now we can only place all our hopes on those high-altitude fighters and anti-aircraft guns. Once these equipment are put into war, they can at least protect their capitals and important cities from such unbridled bombing by the German army.

President Wilkie sighed deeply. "The anti-aircraft gun has made some progress, and it is said that it will be put into production in about half a year. The engine of the high-altitude fighter is a problem, and it may take some time."

Just then the secretary hurried in to report. "Mr. President, Mr. President, it's not good. The German bomber groups dispersed, flying in groups of three towards different cities."

"What?!" President Wilkie's heart sank. These days, the German bomber groups have only targeted Washington and New York. Now they are suddenly separated. It is obvious that the Germans are going to drop carbon fiber bombs again!

The mention of these carbon fiber bombs drove President Wilkie crazy.

Last time, General Arnold's method was used to disconnect the city's power grid before the German bombing. I thought it would not be difficult to clean up the carbon fiber wires on the wires and electrical appliances, but the terrible thing is that those carbon fiber wires that are thinner than human hair are everywhere. The wind is blowing, and after a night, carbon fiber threads floating from nowhere will be attached to the electrical wires and appliances that have just been cleaned.

It took them nearly two months to completely remove these annoying carbon fiber filaments and restore the city's power supply.

Now the Germans are going to use carbon fiber bombs to attack those cities again, which will cost lives!

"These damn Germans." He was helpless except to curse fiercely. After all, who made them a belligerent country? Isn't war just about using all means to defeat the enemy by any means necessary?

Donovan asked. "How much money did we lose last time?" The losses caused by power outages in industrial areas for nearly two months should not be small.

President Wilkie smiled bitterly, "I don't know the exact number yet, but when the power was out for half a month, those plutocratic bosses started shouting that they might as well give money to the Germans."

"Wouldn't the loss be greater this time?" Donovan frowned slightly, thought for a while, and suddenly whispered. "Why don't we just give them money!" This time the German army dispatched more than 70 bombers, which means that more than 20 cities will be attacked. The losses are much greater than the last time.

President Wilkie's eyes widened. "Give me money?!"

Donovan nodded. "Since the loss is so big, it's better to give money." The Germans are quite trustworthy in this regard. They say that one month is one month, and they will never break their promise and come over to bomb. "In less than a month, the German army will have to launch a large-scale attack on the Soviet Union. By then, there may be a turn for the better."

President Wilkie pointed to the top of his head and said helplessly. "But the Germans have already flown over our heads. Even if we want to pay, it's too late."

"First use clear radio codes to contact these bombers and ask them to postpone the bombing. Then contact the ambassador to Sweden and ask him to find the German ambassador quickly!"

On the way to the target city, the German bomber radioman shouted in surprise. "Hey, I received a clear radio call from the Americans. They asked us not to drop the bomb yet, saying they were negotiating with the Chinese government."

"Are they going to pay again? This is a good idea. Let's contact the country." Soon, the news spread to the Greenland headquarters, and then from Greenland back to the Berlin Palace.

Anderson, the ambassador to Sweden, also rushed to the German Embassy in a hurry.

German Ambassador Ebel did not take the opportunity to embarrass him and asked his secretary to take him to the office. "Sir Anderson, you are such a rare visitor. What brought you here?" The first two times, he went to Anderson to ask for "protection money." Could it be that Anderson took the initiative to give the money this time?

Contrary to his expectation, Ambassador Anderson really came to give money.

Ambassador Anderson ignored the pleasantries and went straight to the topic. "Mr. Abel, please contact China immediately. We are willing to pay, please cancel this bombing!"

"..." Ebel naturally didn't know the specific bombing plan, but seeing how anxious Anderson was, he vaguely guessed that their bombers might have flown over the United States.

He immediately sent the news back to Berlin, and Yannick agreed to cancel the bombing, but the money had to be paid, which was still 3,000 tons of gold.

Ambassador Anderson looked embarrassed when he heard this reply. "Mr. Abel, we don't have much gold left in the treasury. I'm afraid we can't raise 3,000 tons. We can only pay in US dollars."

Eber turned to Yannick again and rejected the offer. "Mr. Abel, our Highness has said that payment can only be made in gold or other hard currencies. As for the U.S. dollar, I'm afraid you will issue a large amount of currency during this war. When the U.S. dollar depreciates wildly, won't we suffer a big loss? And you After the defeat, the U.S. dollar will be almost equivalent to waste paper, so what use do we need the U.S. dollar?"

Ambassador Anderson's face became a little ugly. Doesn't this mean that the United States will definitely lose this war? How abominable! But he could only suppress his anger and asked. "Then what does your country want?"

A mocking smile appeared on Ambassador Abel's lips. "I heard that your country recently launched a new type of battleship? We can accept this warship at the price. Anyway, it will be sunk by us in the future, so it is better to sell it at a better price now."

"!!" Ambassador Anderson's face turned dark. It was created to deal with you, and now it is sold to you to deal with us? ! How shameless! "No, absolutely not!"

"This won't work, and that won't work either. Aren't you making things difficult for me?" Ambassador Abel pretended to think carefully before speaking. "Well, our Highness is very interested in art. Your country can cash in the various artworks in the museum. If this doesn't work, there is nothing we can do but let our bomber group continue to drop bombs."

When he heard that the Germans were going to take away the treasures in the museum, President Wilkie almost jumped up and cursed.

Donovan quickly comforted him. "We can take it back in the future, but we can't hand over our battleship to them."

After huffing and puffing for a long time, President Wilkie calmed down the anger in his heart and ordered through gritted teeth. "Call back and agree to the deal."

The German bomber group hovering in the sky also received the order and all returned.