Before coming to this basement, Lin Miao thought it was a matter that an Intelligence Bureau agent needed him to resolve.

But upon entering, he saw a woman wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, with her back turned to him, observing the map of North America on the wall.

"July 4, 1776, on this historical day, the Congress passed the Declaration of Independence, proclaiming the establishment of the United States, thereby breaking free from the colonial system of the empire on which the sun never sets."

Miles said with her back to Lin Miao.

"The history of this country spans exactly 300 years so far; during these three hundred years, the light of the Statue of Liberty once illuminated half the Earth, yet now I cannot accurately depict her outline on the map."

Her words were filled with sadness about the decline of the United States.

Lin Miao also showed timely surprise and suspicion at this moment.

"You... you are..."

He stammered, as if he could not believe his judgment, naturally expressing the shock and lack of confidence of a young person.

Miles timely turned around and took off her sunglasses.

"It's me, Rosalind Miles."

"Heavens!"

Lin Miao was shocked, quickly looked around to confirm there was no one else, then turned and closed the door, as if fearing that Miles' scent would be detected by someone.

After doing all this, he nervously walked to Miles' side, with eagerness mixed with a hint of complaint.

"Madam President, why didn't you notify me beforehand about your arrival? I could have prepared for your reception."

In fact, Lin Miao intended to use the Cuba Drug Trafficking Group to get rid of Miles, or at least seriously injure this woman. Only in this way would he have enough excuse to do the next thing—letting his ambition for military technology expansion go out of control. He wouldn't mind acting himself. Now that this incident has happened, his plan has failed.

The key is that this time, this woman did not notify even Song Zhaomei and did not leave any electronic documents...

How damn sneaky.

"It sounds like you don't welcome me?"

"No! I just..."

Lin Miao's young face was full of deceptive expressions.

"The current Night City is really too dangerous, Huang Ban, Soviet Petrochemical, Cubans, too many people want me dead; your sudden contact with me might be set up by someone with ulterior motives, leading to an assassination. At least you should bring more entourage for safety."

"Moreover, what I said before the media was just for self-preservation, and I have absolutely no intention to offend you, Madam President."

Lin Miao's motivation was reasonable. If Miles were to die during their meeting here, he would have no way to clear his name.

"You should have confidence in the agents of the Intelligence Bureau; they can ensure my personal safety."

Miles gave a slight smile; she was very satisfied with Lin Miao's reaction, regardless of its authenticity.

She was a thorough political creature; whether the other's feelings were genuine mattered not to Miles; she only cared about outcomes and benefits.

"Mr. Lin, I've heard from agents that you yearn for and miss the past United States very much? Could you share your thoughts on that United States?"

Miles didn't jump straight into business but chatted leisurely.

Moreover, she was equally curious about what mindset Lin Miao was in when he uttered the phrase "MAGA," according to the identified Night City identity data, Lin Miao was only 28 years old and should have no impressions of the old United States.

"I..."

Lin Miao hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"My family wasn't originally United States citizens; they immigrated in the 1990s."

These details were fabricated; the Night City population record was a mystery, hacked by various hackers countless times, seriously skewed data, plus having gone through network collapse events, as a person with a blank past, Lin Miao could fabricate however he wished; no one could disprove it.

Before the financial crisis of the 1990s, the United States and Europe were the paradises for everyone around the world, and the United States were an immigrant country, accepting seven-figure immigrants every year, not counting illegal residents, his fabricated history couldn't be more plausible.

Thus, in Lin Miao's words, his family was one of millions of Asian families that crossed the seas and immigrated to this foreign land, believing in the American Dream under the United States' propaganda offensive.

And due to the inherent competitiveness of Asians, his ancestors took advantage of the era's benefits and truly fought to create a decent fortune, until they hit the financial crisis head-on, causing the family to go bankrupt, overnight going back to the starting point.

At this point, Lin Miao expressed indignation.

"It's all those damn foreign forces meddling, inciting rumors, sabotaging the United States' economy, these shameless people even infiltrated into government agencies, manipulating the United States' economy, which led to my family's downfall!"

"They destroyed the United States of 'as long as you're willing to work hard, you can definitely realize dreams,' and I... I came to Night City with my tribe to develop just to contribute to the once United States, driving out these European and Japanese colonialists, restoring that great United States, my dream nation, for which I am even willing to sacrifice my life."

Alright, Lin Miao felt himself acting a bit over the top.

But there was no choice, Lin Miao was already trying his best to reproduce the way of thinking about opportunity he remembers, yet still couldn't understand these people's logic.

Normal people also have normal difficulties.

After all, where do foreign forces come from?

Damn it, the moon?

Miles certainly didn't believe Lin Miao's nonsense; an honest and sincere patriot could not have carved out such a territory in Night City.

After all, however loyal you are, are you more loyal than Solomon Lid?

She had only one purpose for visiting Lin Miao, to determine whether the directions of interest between the two sides aligned and how much utility value existed.

"You love the United States so much, why don't you start a business in the New American states? With your abilities, it's easy to secure government preferential policies."

"Of course, because of military technology."

Everyone speculated Horizon Corporation was the sword sent by military technology or the New America, but Miles and military technology both knew Lin Miao wasn't their person.

"Military technology has hijacked the New American government and economy, wielding the emperor's name to command vassals. If within the New American Federation, it would be subject to its shackles; better to choose another place, recuperate, wait for opportune timing; once aligned, I must gather the Alliance Army, collectively denounce military technology, and return the power to the New America government."