Chapter 1477 - 481: The World’s Capital United (As If)_2

Chapter 1477: Chapter 481: The World’s Capital United (As If)_2

Fucking Slavic bastards, why didn’t they finish you off back in the day?

Silently cursing Andre in his heart, the French representative held his anger and said after getting the floor,

"I must remind everyone that the European Community is now facing a new challenge. If we can’t demonstrate Europe’s unity to the world, we’ll end up under the shadow of the United States, just like a hundred years ago...."

His speech lasted a full half-hour, painting the country across the Atlantic Ocean as almost identical to Sun Xiaochuan, but few bothered to listen.

With the Soviet Union leading the way, other small countries like Poland, Turkey, and Czechoslovakia followed suit, firmly opposing the proposal.

Others may fear the United States, but we, the Soviet Union, don’t. We are the victors of the Cold War!

As a result, after a round of voting, the war proposal naturally fell through with a result of 9/12/23.

Seeing the proposal rejected, the meeting ended. The three countries quickly held a closed-door meeting, but this time it wasn’t country representatives attending, it was the triad of heads of state—the President, Chancellor, and Prime Minister—meeting via holographic projection.

French President Sax was a very androgynous-looking blonde white man, appearing very young, like he’d just come of age. But, with a bit of research, you’d know this guy was already in his sixties.

He looked at German Chancellor von Bechvinger and British Prime Minister Geoffrey, speaking in a subtly nuanced tone,

"Now that the war proposal has been vetoed, it seems our allies aren’t planning to wade into this mess any further. What do you two think? We’re all in the same boat now."

Sax warned the other two not to think of extricating themselves from this situation; the lives and assets of many within their three countries were tightly tied to Cuba.

Geoffrey raised his head and asked,

"So, how much do you think Horizon Corporation knows about our affairs?"

Bechvinger said,

"Before Morrison evacuated, he issued orders to destroy evidence at the front line, but Horizon Corporation acted too swiftly, leaving many things behind."

Sax raised an eyebrow,

"So you’re saying they might know everything?"

Bechvinger continued,

"Horizon Corporation and Zeta Technology are both in Night City, and two years ago Horizon’s mercenaries launched a raid against Zeta Technology, so we must prepare for the worst-case scenario."

The military of the UK, France, and Germany secretly harvested Cuban brains to use as computers, a fact that almost scared them out of their wits when the wheelchair mention it during the speech.

Other members of the Alliance Army probably knew they were doing something, but didn’t know the extent, thinking it was just small-time stuff like elsewhere.

But in reality, they harvested seventy or eighty thousand live human brains.

If this leaks, it won’t just be a few people affected—many, many people will die.

Sax felt particularly helpless about this,

"Countless people die every day in this world. Those living in Cuba were only suffering, we gave them a chance to dream, and in return, we obtained the right to use their brains. Even God would praise our mercy."

In his view, bringing these people’s brains from the backward, ignorant Cuba to Europe was already a form of charity.

Do you know how many people globally try to smuggle into Europe?

Not making you kneel in gratitude is already a great kindness.

Moreover, whether the brain is connected to industrial equipment or cybernetic implants, what’s the difference?

They’re still working for companies; you’re happier in dreams than in reality.

Yet, this twisted, abstract moral judgment received unanimous agreement from the other two.

Geoffrey nodded in agreement,

"You’re right, but we still have to consider the potential public backlash if this goes public. Not everyone can appreciate our greatness, and continuing to deploy forces in Cuba is indeed not a wise decision."

"Before coming here, I already consulted several other military contractors. They have no interest in participating in this war unless the government or other corporations are willing to pay more."

"This is indeed a problem."

Bechvinger sighed a little,

Military contractors are not armies serving their countries; they’re companies.

You can let a company take a loss because I can make up for it elsewhere.

But losing money is losing money, and dead people are dead people; these are two different concepts. Once someone dies, nothing you say matters.

So, military contractors might bear the financial loss, but they can’t let their soldiers fight in a war guaranteed to result in death. The soldiers themselves wouldn’t do it.

A sacrifice?

Sacrifice for the country?

You’re going to talk about that with a company?

I can only laugh.

"Now it seems we have only two solutions left."

Bechvinger said,

"First, use intercontinental missiles to nuke Cuba, just like the Soviet Union did to Central Asia back in the day."

"Second, figure out a way to eliminate Horizon Corporation, or at least take out that pesky Asian guy—missiles, satellite weapons, poison, whatever it takes, he is, after all, just a human."

If they accomplish either of these two tasks, they can still declare themselves big winners.

"Perhaps we have a third solution."

At this moment, British Prime Minister Geoffrey spoke up,

"Maybe we should negotiate with Horizon Corporation."

"?"

The other two were a bit puzzled,

"Are you suggesting the European Community surrender to a corporation?"

"No, it’s not surrender."