Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 801: USA's Technological Weapons



In the opulent confines of the Royal Palace of Spain, Wang Jian lounged on a plush chaise, a glass of vintage wine in hand, his eyes scanning the array of devices laid out before him. The screens displayed a myriad of social media platforms, each buzzing with the activity of the Hollywood actresses he had so meticulously ensnared. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched his plan unfold in real-time.

Amelia, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, sat at a elegant vanity, her laptop open to her Instagram account. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her eyes flicking to Wang Jian for approval.

"What should I say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wang Jian took a sip of his wine, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "Tell them about the atrocities the U.S. military is committing. Share your 'heartbreak' over the civilian casualties. Make it emotional, Amelia. You're an actress, after all."

Amelia nodded, her fingers beginning to type. "#Heartbroken to see the devastation caused by US military actions. Innocent lives lost, families torn apart. We need to stand up and demand accountability. #StopUS Aggression #PeaceNotWar" She hit send, her post instantly reaching millions of followers.

In another corner of the room, Penelope was engrossed in a Twitter thread, her eyes scanning the responses to her recent tweet. "#Woke up to the news of more US drone strikes. When will this end? How many more lives will be lost before the world says enough? #USAout of Control #NoMoreWar"

Wang Jian approached her, his hand squeezing her shoulder. "Good, Penelope. Keep engaging with the replies. The more traction, the better."

Penelope looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. "People are listening, Wang Jian. They're angry, and they want answers."

Fiona, her fiery hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, was on her iPad, drafting a lengthy Facebook post. "I've been silent for too long," she began, her voice steady. "But I can't stay quiet while the country I once loved is destroying the world. The USA's actions are unjustifiable, and we must hold them accountable."

Wang Jian leaned against the wall, watching her with a pleased expression. "That's it, Fiona. Use your passion. People will respond to that."

Elspeth, her lithe form curled up on a sofa, was speaking into her phone, her voice soft yet firm. "Yes, I'd be happy to do an interview with BBC. I think it's important to discuss the humanitarian crisis caused by the U.S. military's actions." She looked up at Wang Jian, her eyes seeking his approval. He nodded, his smile encouraging.

Greta, her voice a melody even in conversation, was on a video call with a popular news anchor. "CNN? Of course, I'd love to share my thoughts on the current situation. The world needs to know the truth about the USA's role in this war."

Wang Jian listened, his chest swelling with pride. His pawns were moving perfectly, each one playing their part in turning public opinion against the United States. The world was watching, and with each post, each interview, the USA's image was being tarnished, their actions scrutinized.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. The actresses, under Wang Jian's guidance, continued to post, tweet, and engage with their followers. Their reach was vast, their influence undeniable. Hashtags like #StopUS Aggression, #PeaceNotWar, and #USAoutofControl trended worldwide, drawing the attention of global media outlets.

Amelia's Instagram live session with a renowned human rights activist garnered millions of views. Penelope's Twitter spaces discussion with journalists and political analysts trended for hours. Fiona's passionate Facebook posts were shared thousands of times, reaching audiences far beyond her usual fan base. Elspeth's graceful yet firm interviews on BBC and Sky News brought the humanitarian crisis to the forefront, while Greta's soulful performances on various talk shows tugged at the heartstrings of millions.

The narrative was shifting, the tide turning against the USA. Protests erupted in major cities around the world, with demonstrators carrying signs that read, "Stop American Aggression" and "End the War Now." Celebrities and influencers, some genuinely moved and others secretly on Wang Jian's payroll, began speaking out against the United States, their posts going viral.

In the political arena, the repercussions were swift and severe. Nations that had once been staunch allies of the USA began to distance themselves, fearing the backlash from their own citizens. European countries, already wary of the war, started to openly criticize the USA's actions, calling for a diplomatic resolution. India, a key strategic partner, issued a statement expressing concern over the civilian casualties and urging restraint.

Back in the USA, the situation was grim. Despite securing key locations and pushing back Russian influence, the military was stretched thin. The relentless war had taken a toll on their resources, and the bad public perception was a heavy weight on the shoulders of the Madam President.

In the Oval Office, President Hartley sat behind her desk, her face etched with lines of stress and fatigue. She was on a secure video call with General Linda Thompson, the tension between them palpable.

"Madam President, we need to act decisively," General Thompson said, her voice grave. "Our conventional weapons are no match for Russia's resilience. We need to unleash our secret weapons from Area 51."

President Hartley leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed as she considered the implications. "Those weapons are untested, Linda. If something goes wrong, the consequences could be catastrophic."

General Thompson's expression was resolute. "With all due respect, Madam President, the consequences of inaction are already catastrophic. We're losing the information war, and our allies are turning against us. We need a game-changer."

President Hartley sighed, her mind racing with the weight of her decision. She thought of the advanced weapons hidden away in Area 51-the Plasma Railgun, capable of firing projectiles at hypersonic speeds; the Quantum Stealth Cloak, rendering vehicles and soldiers virtually invisible; the Directed Energy Weapon, capable of disabling electronic systems with a single pulse.

"Alright, Linda," she said finally, her voice heavy with resolve. "Do it. But we need to be careful. The world is watching, and we can't afford any more mistakes."

General Thompson nodded, her expression grim. "Understood, Madam President. We'll proceed with caution."

The order was given, and the gears of war began to turn in a new direction. In the desolate expanse of Area 51, the secret weapons were prepped and readied for deployment. The Plasma Railgun was mounted on the USS Zumwalt, its sleek barrel pointing towards the horizon. The Quantum Stealth Cloak was distributed among the special ops teams, their forms shimmering as they activated the devices. The Directed Energy Weapon was installed on drones, their silent forms ready to strike from the skies.

The battlefield saw a dramatic shift almost overnight. The Plasma Railgun's projectiles streaked through the air, their hypersonic speeds leaving Russian defenses in shambles. The Quantum Stealth Cloak rendered U.S. troops virtually invisible, allowing them to infiltrate enemy lines undetected. The Directed Energy Weapon disabled Russian electronic systems with surgical precision, leaving their tanks and jets useless hunks of metal.

In the Royal Palace of Spain, Wang Jian and his entourage watched the news unfold with a mix

of shock and disbelief. The footage of the Plasma Railgun in action, the shimmering forms of U.S. troops, and the sudden failure of Russian electronics were a stark reminder of the technological superiority the USA had been hiding.

Wang Jian's grip on his wine glass tightened, his knuckles white. "This changes everything,"

he murmured, his voice laced with frustration. "We need to act fast."

Lady Soffa, seated beside him, nodded in agreement. "We can't let this war drag on any

longer. Russia needs a new edge, something to turn the tide."

Wang Jian's mind raced, formulating a plan. He turned to Lady Soffa, his eyes determined. "I

need to meet with Vladimir Kozlov. We need to discuss a new strategy."

Fortunately, Vladimir Kozlov was just as eager for the meeting. The situation on the

battlefield was dire, and Russia needed a miracle to turn the tide. The meeting was swiftly arranged, and within days, Wang Jian found himself in a secure, undisclosed location in Rome, face to face with the Russian President.

Kozlov, a burly man with a stern expression, greeted Wang Jian with a firm handshake. "Wang Jian, I've heard much about you. Your influence has been invaluable to our cause."

Wang Jian offered a respectful nod. "President Kozlov, the situation is critical. The USA's new weapons have given them an unprecedented advantage. We need to counter this, and fast."

Kozlov's expression darkened. "What do you propose?"

Wang Jian leaned forward, his voice low and commanding. "Russia needs new technological weapons, something to surpass even the USA's advanced arsenal. I have the blueprints and ideas, but Russia needs to put their manpower to work to develop them."

Kozlov's eyes narrowed, considering the proposal. "And what makes you think we can achieve

this in time?"

Wang Jian's smile was confident. "Because, President Kozlov, I have faith in Russian ingenuity and determination. With the right resources and focus, you can turn the tide of this

war."

Kozlov nodded, his decision made. "Very well, Wang Jian. We will put our best minds to work on this. What do you need from us?"

Wang Jian pulled out a folder, handing it to Kozlov. "This contains the blueprints and a list of materials needed. It's a combination of advanced AI, quantum computing, and nanotechnology. The result will be a weapon unlike any other-the Quantum Disruptor."

Kozlov flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the complex diagrams and equations. "This is... ambitious. But if anyone can pull it off, it's Russia."

Wang Jian's smile widened. "Exactly, President Kozlov. And with the Quantum Disruptor in your arsenal, the USA will stand no chance."

The meeting concluded with a firm handshake and a shared determination. Wang Jian left

Rome with a sense of urgency, his mind already racing with the next steps. Back in Spain, he set to work, coordinating with Russian engineers and scientists, ensuring they had everything they needed to bring the Quantum Disruptor to life.

Days turned into a week, and the Royal Palace of Spain became a hub of frenzied activity.

Wang Jian's suite was filled with the hum of video calls, the rustle of papers, and the clackingn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

of keyboards. The actresses, now fully integrated into his operation, assisted with logistics, communications, and even offered their creative insights.

Amelia, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, was on a call with a Russian engineer,

discussing the intricacies of quantum computing. Penelope was coordinating the shipment of rare materials from various parts of the world, her voice firm and authoritative. Fiona was drafting press releases, ensuring the world knew that Russia was on the cusp of a technological breakthrough. Elspeth and Greta were busy with their own tasks, their voices a harmonious blend of determination and focus.

In Russia, the work on the Quantum Disruptor began in earnest. The blueprints Wang Jian provided were a complex web of advanced technologies, each one pushing the boundaries of what was thought possible. The engineers and scientists worked tirelessly, their minds bent on deciphering the intricate designs and bringing them to life.

The first prototype was a marvel of engineering, a sleek device that hummed with an otherworldly energy. The Quantum Disruptor was designed to disrupt electronic systems on a quantum level, rendering them useless. It was a weapon that could turn the tide of the war, neutralizing the USA's advanced arsenal with a single pulse.

The days that followed were a blur of tests, adjustments, and more tests. The Russian engineers worked around the clock, their dedication fueled by the knowledge that the fate of their nation rested on their shoulders. Wang Jian, despite the distance, was a constant presence, his voice echoing through video calls, his guidance invaluable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Quantum Disruptor was ready. The first field test

was a resounding success, the device disabling a mock enemy drone with a single pulse. The engineers cheered, their faces a mix of exhaustion and triumph.

Back in Spain, Wang Jian watched the footage of the test, his heart swelling with pride. He

turned to Lady Soffa, his eyes gleaming with determination. "It's time to turn the tide, my dear. The world will soon see the true might of Russia."

Lady Soffa nodded, her eyes reflecting his resolve. "And with it, the downfall of the USA."

The news of Russia's technological breakthrough spread like wildfire, the world watching

with bated breath as the balance of power began to shift. The USA, once confident in their superiority, now faced an uncertain future. Their allies, already wary, began to distance themselves further, fearing the repercussions of supporting a losing side.

In the Oval Office, President Hartley watched the developments with a growing sense of

unease. The war had taken a toll on her, her once vibrant eyes now shadowed with fatigue and worry. She knew that if this dragged on, her chances of staying in power were slim. The public

perception was against them, and the world was watching, ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness.

General Thompson, her expression grave, stood before her. "Madam President, we need to act decisively. The Quantum Disruptor has changed the game. We need to find a way to counter it, and fast."

President Hartley nodded, her mind racing with the weight of her decision. She thought of the lives lost, the families torn apart, and the future of her nation hanging in the balance. She knew what she had to do.

"General Thompson," she said, her voice steady and resolute. "We will not go down without a

fight. We will find a way to counter the Quantum Disruptor, and we will emerge victorious. The world will see the true strength of the USA."

And so, the war raged on, a battle of wills, technology, and public perception. The USA,

determined to maintain their superiority, worked tirelessly to counter the Quantum Disruptor. Russia, fueled by their newfound strength, pushed forward with renewed vigor. The world watched, their eyes glued to the unfolding drama, their hearts torn between the

two superpowers.

In the midst of it all, Wang Jian stood, a puppet master pulling the strings, his influence

reaching far and wide. With his actresses by his side, he continued to shape public opinion, guiding the narrative with a masterful hand. The war was far from over, but with each passing day, the tide was turning, and the future of the world hung in the balance.