Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 802: National Emergency In USA



The war between the USA and Russia had reached a fever pitch, its tentacles spreading far and wide, choking the very air of nations caught in the crossfire. Cities lay in ruins, their once- proud skylines reduced to smoldering rubble. The scent of smoke and despair lingered in the air, a grim reminder of the unending conflict.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

In the heart of the USA, President Hartley sat in the Oval Office, her face a mask of determination. The weight of her decisions pressed heavily on her shoulders, but she knew what had to be done. With a firm hand, she signed the National Emergency Declaration, her eyes scanning the words that would give her the authority to lock up any individuals or groups who dared to cause chaos within the borders of the USA.

"This is the only way," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. "We can't afford any more unrest."

The ink dried on the paper, and the declaration was swiftly put into action. Across the country, law enforcement agencies moved with unprecedented speed, rounding up individuals who had been vocal in their dissent. Protesters, activists, and even some journalists found themselves behind bars, their voices silenced by the iron fist of the government.

The streets of major cities, which had been teeming with protests and unrest, now fell into an uneasy calm. The public watched with a mix of fear and resignation as their fellow citizens were taken away. The media, once a cacophony of voices, now spoke with a unified tone, echoing the sentiments of the government.

In the Royal Palace of Spain, Wang Jian lounged on a plush sofa, a glass of vintage wine in hand. The news of President Hartley's actions played on the large screen before him, and a satisfied smirk played on his lips.

"Excellent," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Just as planned."

He picked up his phone and dialed Vladimir Kozlov's number. The Russian President answered on the second ring, his voice a deep rumble.

"Wang Jian, what do you have for me?"

Wang Jian took a sip of his wine, his voice smooth and commanding. "President Kozlov, the situation in the USA is under control. President Hartley has declared a National Emergency and is locking up any dissenters. But now, we need to play the long game."

Kozlov's voice was a mix of curiosity and caution. "What do you propose?"

Wang Jian leaned back, his eyes fixed on the screen. "We need to drag out this war, Vladimir. Slow down your attacks on the USA, let them grab a few wins in some non-important areas. We need to keep this conflict going for at least a year."

There was a moment of silence, and then Kozlov spoke, his voice filled with understanding. "I see your point, Wang Jian. A prolonged war will wear down the USA, both militarily and politically. We can do that."

Wang Jian nodded, his smile widening. "Exactly. Keep the war going, but at a slower pace. Let the USA think they're making progress, but in reality, they're just spinning their wheels."

The call ended, and Wang Jian set his phone down, his mind already racing with the next steps. He turned to Lady Soffa, who was seated beside him, her eyes reflecting his own determination.

"We need to start a smear campaign against the current party in power in the USA," he said, his voice filled with resolve. "And at the same time, promote the opposition party. We need to set up our own people, make deals with them."

Lady Soffa nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'll get our team on it right away. We'll start with social media campaigns, plant stories in the press, and make sure the public sees the current administration as weak and incompetent."

Wang Jian smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "And we'll make sure the opposition looks like the saviors, the ones who can bring peace and stability back to the USA."

Over the next year, Wang Jian's plan unfolded with meticulous precision. The war between the USA and Russia continued, but at a slower, more calculated pace. The Russian forces, following Kozlov's orders, pulled back from some areas, allowing the USA to claim small victories. The news cycles were filled with stories of the USA's triumphs, but in reality, the war was far from over.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian's smear campaign against the current administration was in full swing. The team worked tirelessly, crafting stories that painted the President and her cabinet as incompetent and corrupt. Social media was flooded with hashtags like #HartleyMust Go and #WeNeedChange. The public, already weary from the war, began to turn against their leaders, their trust eroding with each new scandal.

Wang Jian, ever the opportunist, saw this as the perfect time to start making deals with members of the opposition party. He reached out to influential figures, offering them support and resources in exchange for their loyalty. The opposition, seeing an opportunity to gain power, eagerly accepted his offers.

In the Royal Palace of Spain, Wang Jian's suite became a hub of activity. The team worked around the clock, their fingers flying over keyboards, their voices echoing through the room as they coordinated their efforts. Wang Jian moved from one to the other, offering suggestions, tweaking strategies, and ensuring their efforts were perfectly coordinated.

But it wasn't all work for Wang Jian. Amidst the chaos of war and politics, he found solace in the arms of his girlfriends and the Hollywood actresses he had brought under his control. His nights were filled with passion and pleasure, his desires insatiable.

One evening, as the sun set over the palace, Wang Jian found himself in the company of Charlotte, Sarah, Emma, Jessica, and Bella. They lounged in his private chambers, their bodies draped in silken robes, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Wang Jian, his gaze roaming over their voluptuous forms, smiled wickedly. "Ladies, it's been

a long day. I think it's time for some relaxation."

Charlotte, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, approached him, her hips swaying seductively. "What do you have in mind, Wang Jian?" she purred, her voice a sultry whisper.

Wang Jian's eyes darkened with desire. "I want to see you all dance for me. Show me your moves, your grace, your passion."

The women exchanged glances, their eyes sparkling with mischief. They began to move, their

bodies swaying in a sensual rhythm, their robes slipping off to reveal their luscious curves. Wang Jian watched, his gaze fixed on their every movement, his desire growing with each passing moment.

He reached out, his hands pulling Charlotte towards him, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. She responded, her body pressing against his, her moans filling the room. He broke away, his eyes holding hers captive.

"That's it, Charlotte," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Show me your passion, your desire."

He turned his attention to Sarah, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, eliciting a gasp from deep within her. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands mapping her curves.

Emma, her eyes glistening with desire, approached him, her hands trailing over his chest. He captured her lips, his kiss fierce and demanding. She responded, her body arching into his touch, her moans a symphony of pleasure.

Jessica and Bella watched, their bodies trembling with anticipation. Wang Jian turned to them, his eyes gleaming with promise. He pulled them towards him, his hands roaming over their bodies, his kisses fierce and demanding.

The room became a tangle of limbs and moans, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Wang Jian's hands roamed freely, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot. He kissed each woman with a fervor that left them breathless, his tongue demanding entry into their mouths.

He positioned himself between Charlotte's thighs, his body pressing against hers. She cried out as he entered her, his body moving in a relentless rhythm. He fucked her with a fierce intensity, his hips slamming against hers, leaving her breathless.

As Charlotte reached her climax, her body convulsing with pleasure, Wang Jian turned his

attention to Sarah. He positioned her on her hands and knees, his body pressing against hers from behind. She moaned as he entered her, his body moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He fucked her deeply, his hands gripping her hips, leaving bruises that would serve as reminders.

Emma watched, her body trembling with desire. Wang Jian turned to her, his eyes gleaming with promise. He positioned her on her back, her legs spread wide. He entered her slowly, his body moving in a gentle rhythm. She moaned, her body writhing beneath his, her hands clutching at the sheets.

Jessica and Bella, their bodies trembling with anticipation, approached him. He turned to

them, his eyes gleaming with desire. He positioned them side by side, their bodies pressed against each other. He entered Jessica first, his body moving in a relentless rhythm. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her with a fierce intensity.

He turned to Bella, his body pressing against hers. She moaned as he entered her, his body moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He fucked her deeply, his hands roaming over her body, his kisses fierce and demanding.

The hours melted away, and the room became a mess of tangled sheets and sweat-drenched bodies. Wang Jian's desires remained insatiable, his hunger for pleasure unyielding. He fucked each woman in a myriad of positions, his body a tempest of desire, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of their bodies.

In the adjacent chamber, the Hollywood actresses awaited their turn, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. Amelia, Penelope, Fiona, Elspeth, and Greta knew their time was near, their bodies trembling with a potent mix of emotions.

Wang Jian entered, his gaze sweeping over their voluptuous forms, his eyes gleaming with desire. He approached Amelia first, his hands roaming over her body, his kisses fierce and demanding. She responded, her body arching into his touch, her moans filling the room.

He turned to Penelope, his hands exploring her curves, his kisses intense and passionate. She moaned, her body writhing beneath his, her hands clutching at the sheets. He entered her, his body moving in a relentless rhythm, his hips slamming against hers.

The room became a symphony of pleasure and desire, the air thick with the scent of sweat and

sex. Wang Jian's desires were insatiable, his hunger for pleasure unyielding. He fucked each actress in a myriad of positions, his body a tempest of desire, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of their bodies.

As the night wore on, the world outside seemed to fade away. The war, the politics, the smear campaigns—all of it paled in comparison to the pleasure Wang Jian found in the arms of his women. He reveled in their moans, their cries of ecstasy, their bodies yielding to his every

desire.

In the midst of it all, Wang Jian's plan continued to unfold. The smear campaign against the current administration gained traction, the public's trust in their leaders eroding with each passing day. The opposition party, bolstered by Wang Jian's support and resources, began to rise in the polls, their promises of peace and stability resonating with a war-weary populace.

Meanwhile, the war between the USA and Russia continued at its slower, more calculated pace. The Russian forces pulled back from some areas, allowing the USA to claim small

victories. The news cycles were filled with stories of the USA's triumphs, but in reality, the war was far from over.

Wang Jian watched it all with a sense of satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with triumph. His plan was working wondrously, the pieces falling into place with meticulous precision. The world was on the brink of change, and he was at the helm, guiding it towards a future of his own

design.

As the year drew to a close, the situation in the USA reached a critical point. The public's trust in the current administration was at an all-time low, their faith in the government shattered by the relentless smear campaign. The opposition party, now seen as the saviors, the ones

who could bring peace and stability back to the USA, began to prepare for the upcoming elections.

Wang Jian, his eyes fixed on the future, knew that the real battle was just beginning.