fantasy novels Chapter 797: Keeping UK and France Occupied
Chapter 797: Keeping UK and France Occupied
Chapter 797: Keeping UK and France Occupied
The sprawling hotel suite in Rome had become a war room, a nerve center from which Wang Jian orchestrated his grand plan. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and the hum of laptops, as his girlfriends worked tirelessly to execute his vision. The walls were adorned with maps of the UK and France, marked with red pins indicating hotspots of unrest and chaos.
Wang Jian stood at the head of the table, his eyes gleaming with a mix of ambition and satisfaction. "Look at this," he said, gesturing to the maps. "The entire country of the UK is under emergency. Their army is focused on dealing with the riots. They can't use their powerful weapons or aircraft against their own civilians. It's unthinkable."
Jessica, her fingers dancing over her laptop keyboard, looked up with a determined expression. "And France is in the same boat. Their resources are completely tied up dealing with internal matters. They're stretched thin, and it's only getting worse."
Bella chimed in, "The governments are in disarray. They can't keep up with the unrest. It's spreading like wildfire, and they're scrambling to put out the flames."
Emma nodded thoughtfully. "We've created a perfect storm. The governments are so preoccupied with their own problems that they can't even think about supporting the U.S. in any future conflict."
Charlotte added, "And the best part is, they don't even know who's behind all this. They're chasing shadows, trying to find a ghost."
Sarah spoke up, "We've done it, Jian. We've turned the UK and France into a powder keg, and now it's just a matter of time before it all blows up."
Wang Jian nodded approvingly, his gaze sweeping over his team. "Good. Now, let's keep the pressure on. We need to make sure they stay off balance, that they can't regain control."
As the weeks turned into months, the situation in the UK and France grew increasingly dire. The governments struggled to maintain control, as the unrest spread and intensified. The streets were filled with the sounds of gunfire and the smell of tear gas, as police and military forces clashed with protesters and rioters.
Wang Jian watched the chaos unfold with a sense of satisfaction and excitement. He had set a spark, and it had turned into a raging inferno, a fire that even he couldn't control. But he didn't mind. He knew that this was the price of progress, the cost of achieving his ultimate goal.
Years passed, and the situation turned from bad to worse. The governments of the UK and France were on the brink of collapse, their resources stretched thin, their people divided and angry. Wang Jian's plan was succeeding beyond his wildest dreams.
But Wang Jian didn't just revel in the chaos. He also enjoyed the pleasures of his harem, the voluptuous bodies of his girlfriends, and the other women who had fallen under his spell. Lady Soffa, the Queen of Spain, was one such woman. Her stepdaughters, Mariana and Valeria, the princesses of Spain, were also among his conquests.
One evening, as Wang Jian lounged in his opulent bedroom, Lady Soffa entered, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Wang Jian," she purred, her voice like velvet. "I've been waiting for you."
Wang Jian smiled, his eyes roaming over her curvaceous body. "And I've been waiting for you, my queen."
Lady Soffa approached him, her hips swaying seductively. She leaned in, her lips finding his, her tongue invading his mouth with a fierce hunger. Wang Jian responded in kind, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts and grabbing her ass.
As they broke apart, Lady Soffa's eyes gleamed with mischief. "I've brought you a gift," she said, gesturing to the door. Mariana and Valeria entered, their eyes downcast, their bodies tense.
Wang Jian's eyes widened in surprise. "Mariana, Valeria," he said, his voice filled with desire. "What a pleasant surprise."
Mariana, her voice soft and submissive, replied, "We're here to serve you, Wang Jian. Whatever you desire."
Valeria, her eyes filled with a mix of resentment and desire, added, "We may not like our stepmother, but we love you. And if you want us, we're yours."
Wang Jian grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Then come here," he commanded, his voice firm and demanding. The princesses obeyed, their bodies pressing against his as he kissed them both, his hands roaming over their curves and squeezing their asses.
He pushed them away, his eyes gleaming with lust as he surveyed their eager faces. "Undress," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. The women quickly complied, their hands fumbling with their clothes as they stripped down in front of him. Lady Soffa's large breasts spilled out of her bra, her nipples hard and erect, and Mariana and Valeria's dresses fell to the floor, revealing their luscious curves and shaved pussies.
Wang Jian's cock strained against his pants, his eyes roaming over their naked bodies, taking in every curve, every swell. He unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving theirs as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, his erect cock springing free. The women gasped, their eyes widening at the sight of his massive length and thickness. He smirked, knowing the effect he had on them, and gestured for them to come closer.
"On your knees," he commanded, his voice firm and demanding. The women obeyed, their eyes locked onto his cock as they knelt before him. Wang Jian gripped his shaft, his eyes roaming over their eager faces. "Who wants to taste me first?" he asked, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
Lady Soffa, her eyes dark with desire, leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the precum from the tip of his cock. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her head down, his cock sliding into her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for support.
"Fuck, that's it," he murmured, his eyes locked onto Mariana and Valeria, who watched with eager anticipation. "You two can share him," he said, gesturing to his balls. "Suck on them while Lady Soffa takes care of the rest."
Mariana and Valeria moved in, their tongues finding his balls, licking and sucking them gently. Wang Jian groaned, his body shuddering with pleasure as the three women worked in tandem, their mouths and tongues driving him wild.
He grabbed Lady Soffa's head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he began to fuck her mouth, his hips moving with a steady rhythm. She gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face as she took him deeper, her eyes locked onto his.
"Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut," he murmured, his voice filled with lust. "You love it, don't you? You love having my cock in your mouth, choking you, making you gag."
"You love it, don't you? You love having my cock inside you, filling you up, making you feel like a real woman."
Valeria moaned in agreement, her eyes shining with tears as she looked up at him. Wang Jian
grinned, his eyes gleaming with desire as he continued to fuck her, his body moving with a fierce intensity.
He reached out, his hands finding Lady Soffa's and Mariana's breasts, his fingers teasing their
nipples until they were moaning in pleasure. He reveled in the sounds they made, the feel of their bodies against his, the knowledge that he held their pleasure in his hands.
He brought them to orgasm, one by one, their bodies shaking with pleasure as they cried out
his name. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he found his own release, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside Valeria.
As the years passed, Wang Jian continued to enjoy the pleasures of his harem, the voluptuous bodies of his girlfriends, and the other women who had fallen under his spell. But he never lost sight of his ultimate goal. The date that he had decided with Vladimir Kozlov for Russia's
attack on the USA was coming closer.
Wang Jian knew that he needed to keep the USA's agencies occupied, to ensure that they didn't find out about Russia's future attack. To achieve this, he devised a plan to fake an incident in Italy that would link Italy to Iran for some military business deal about selling aircraft and blueprints of aircraft to Iran.
One evening, as Wang Jian lounged in his opulent bedroom, he turned to Jessica, his eyes gleaming with a mix of ambition and calculation. "Jessica, I need you to create a fake incident in Italy. Something that will link Italy to Iran for some military business deal about selling aircraft and blueprints of aircraft to Iran."
Jessica's eyes widened in surprise. "Wang Jian, that's a risky move. If we get caught, it could blow up in our faces."
Wang Jian smiled, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "We won't get caught. We'll make sure
the evidence is airtight. We'll plant the right documents, the right people. We'll make it look
like Italy is selling military secrets to Iran."
Jessica nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the task. "Alright, I'll get to work on
it."
Wang Jian nodded approvingly, his gaze sweeping over his team. He knew that they were up to the task, that they were ready to do whatever it took to achieve their goal. He knew that they were with him, body and soul, and that together, they were unstoppable.
As the days turned into weeks, Jessica and the team worked tirelessly to create the fake
incident. They planted documents, created fake emails, and even hired actors to play the roles of Iranian officials and Italian businessmen. They made sure that every detail was perfect,
that every piece of evidence was airtight.
Finally, the day came when the fake incident was ready to be unveiled. Wang Jian watched
with a sense of satisfaction and excitement as the news broke, as the world reacted to the shocking revelation that Italy was selling military secrets to Iran.
The CIA was immediately on the case, their agents scrambling to investigate the incident.
They poured their resources into uncovering the truth, into finding out who was behind the deal. But they were chasing shadows, trying to find a ghost.
Wang Jian smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had succeeded in keeping the CIA
occupied, in ensuring that they didn't find out about Russia's future attack on the USA. He had
created a perfect distraction, a smokescreen that would keep the CIA busy for months, if not years.
As the date for Russia's attack on the USA drew closer, Wang Jian knew that he had done everything in his power to ensure the success of his plan.