The Oval Office was silent, and the officials looked at President Pabble with complex expressions, and no one dared to speak.
After a long period of silence, the president put the phone on the table, moving very slowly. There was no sound when the phone touched the table, only the fading blue veins on the back of his generous hand, showing his real anger at the moment.
"In the Treasury building, I once had a long conversation with Colonel Xu Le, and the Secret Service tried to stop me before entering that alloy door because they were worried about my safety."
President Pable suddenly said something that surprised everyone. There was no emotion on his dark cheeks, and his voice was particularly low in the Oval Office.
"I said at the time that when Colonel Xu Le wanted to kill me, it meant that I really deserved to die." He put his hands on the table, his broad shoulders were as steady as usual, and his face showed that he didn't know. Whether it was a self-deprecating or a sarcastic complex smile, "Now that I think about it, this joke is probably not very funny."
The President wearily stretched out his right hand and waved, and the officials in the Oval Office comprehended, finished the briefing on the military court attack this afternoon, and left quickly.
Brin, the office director of the official residence, pushed open the heavy retro door and walked in. He looked at the tired back of Mr. President with a complicated expression, and after a moment of hesitation, he stepped forward and said softly, "Mr. President, you just got the general election poll. The approval rating has risen by 1 percent…”
Before the words were finished, President Pabble stood up straight and waved his right arm vigorously. His rich and charming voice in his usual speech became extremely violent at this moment: "Public opinion, public opinion and public opinion! What use are these things!"
Mr. President immediately reacted to his rare gaffe. After a moment of silence, he patted the shocked Director Brin on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood today."
"It's ok."
Director Brin smiled reluctantly, frowning when he saw the president's eyes on the cute pink phone on the table, and said, "I will immediately notify the intelligence team to interrupt Miss's communication authority."
"No." President Pabble has returned to calm at this time, waved his hands wearily, and said, "I believe Xu Le will call again."
"According to some sources, this Jin Qiude member should have established contact with the official residence very early, but no one knows exactly what agreement or what agreement was reached between them."
The Liufengpo Clubhouse was quiet. Mr. Zion, the Deputy Speaker of the Federation, took a sip of expensive red wine, lightly stroked the gray hair on the top of his head, and held a conversation with the lady across the table in a reserved and very polite manner.
"It's hard for you today." Mrs. Tai smiled at the old man and said casually: "After Mr. Byron unfortunately left us, you have to take on a lot of responsibilities. You should take care of your health."
Deputy Speaker Zion smiled incomprehensibly. He knew exactly what his wife said about the hard work. Regarding the welcome ceremony at the airport, he successfully diverted the attention of government agencies with only two phone calls. In a sense, the military court attack, which is still in absolute secrecy, has a deep connection with him.
The old man didn't know what kind of deal or tacit understanding there was between Mrs. Tai and the dreaded Colonel. In fact, he wasn't going to ask. Every big man has his own secrets, especially when it comes to such a big event. . However, the words that Mrs. seemed to say casually caused the temperature of his heart to rise slightly. After being silent for a long time, he raised his head and said calmly: "But obviously, Mr. President does not seem to want to Get this sorted out before the election."
According to the relevant regulations of the Federal Charter, when the president of the federal government dies unexpectedly during his term of office or is unable to perform his duties for other reasons, he will be replaced by the vice president, and if this happens, the vice president of the management committee will be replaced.
It has been a long time since Vice President Byron died under the gun of Shi Qinghai. The major forces in the Federation have been urging President Pabble to complete the replacement process as soon as possible, and Vice Speaker Zion will be the Vice President of the Federation. However, the official residence has always claimed that because of the war With the general election approaching, this process has been postponed until after the general election.
Mrs. Tai didn't seem to have thought that the veteran and wily politician across the table would choose such a direct way of dialogue at this moment. She was slightly startled, then smiled and looked at a secluded corner of the dining table somewhere downstairs in the clubhouse, saying something that seemed completely unrelated. Content.
"Colonel Xu Le had a dinner at that table the other day." Madam looked at the place calmly and said, "Many people in the federation now hope that he can serve a sumptuous dinner."
Deputy Speaker Zion tasted the red wine in the glass calmly, but his mood was not as calm as it appeared. He understood what Madam Hidden Feng was referring to. He just thought of the possibility, and that his feet might step into the white building. In his official residence, the mild red wine seemed to have intensified countless times in an instant, and it was scorching hot after entering the throat.
"In the past few years, when I tried to teach the little guy some frustration education, I was greatly frustrated because there used to be two real mountains behind him, the old man and the president."
Mrs. Tai said: "Now that the old man is gone, and Mr. President has become his worst enemy, I am very curious about what kind of turmoil he can make under such difficult circumstances. However, the feedback in the past few days seems to show that he has been tossing around. The ability and determination are beyond my imagination."
Deputy Speaker Zion rubbed a handful of gray hair on the top of his forehead again, tasted the scalding sensation of the precious red wine on his lips and tongue, let out a slight sigh of satisfaction, smiled and thought silently, the bigger the storm, the worse it was. it is good.
The edge of the bathtub with metal feet is carved with porcelain flowers. Although it is not comfortable to touch, it looks very luxurious. The water in the bathtub is extremely hot and steaming.
Xu Le held a glass of red wine in his right hand, and most of his body was immersed in the water. There was no trace of redness on his skin, and all the exhaustion quickly leaked out along the enlarged pores. He took a sip of red wine, his body sank a little further into the water, and he couldn't help letting out a satisfied sigh.
The door of the bathroom was tightly closed, isolating the telephone ringing and automatic printing in the office, but the windows of the adjacent building were open, and the cool autumn wind poured in from the Charter Square, and the high-temperature steam filled the air. The field of vision became a little blurry.
There are times when vagueness is completely synonymous with relaxation.
Xu Le's keen eyes can easily penetrate the water mist, looking out the window at the view of the square, the wound on his leg is healing quickly, the water temperature is intoxicating, and the glass of red wine in his right hand hanging by the bathtub is also very intoxicating. The scenery is also very intoxicating. At this time, although the exhaustion in the body has been squeezed out, the exhaustion in the mind is uncontrollably rising.
Xu Le squinted his eyes, penetrated the layers of hot fog, looked at the square shrouded in the night, looked at the antique bronze statue of the five-member group, and looked at the old man who was still sitting in the cockpit of the M37 mecha after his death. He raised the red wine glass and respected each other, and said softly to himself, "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't do what I promised you. I really like being a cleaner."
Then he was completely relaxed physically and mentally, and fell asleep in the bathtub.
"I am quite dissatisfied with your work during this period of time!"
Commissioner Jin Qiude paced quickly around the table, as if to quell his anger with these actions. He suddenly stood still, stretched out his fingers and reprimanded in a deep voice: "The organization has entrusted such an important job to you, and let you Working in this decadent building is a very rare trust, and what have you done? I order you to complete the handover of the four subjects in the shortest possible time, and then go back to the mountains for a debriefing."
The old man's fingers were about to poke into the pair of black-rimmed glasses, and he looked extraordinarily strong and rude. As the No. 2 figure of the Qinglong Mountain anti-government army, it seemed natural to treat a subordinate like this.
However, to the surprise of the old man and the warriors who had come with him from Qinglong Mountain, the owner of the black-rimmed glasses not only did not immediately review and apologize, but even his expression remained calm.
Zhang Xiaomeng slowly stretched out his right index finger, pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at the old man and said calmly, "Comrade member, I want to know the reason."
Jin Qiude clearly felt that she was standing in front of her, and there was a kind of peace from the bottom of her heart. The old man knew that only people who were really strong enough in their hearts could show absolute peace, and some caution was born in his heart, and he said slowly: "Do you want me to retell the death of that little fish carefully?"
The old man's voice was extremely gloomy and cold. He had presided over many bloody internal purges, and his body exuded some kind of terrifying smell from the inside out. In Qinglong Mountain, countless people hated him secretly, but no one dared to. Show this emotion to your face, because ruthlessness is often the most powerful weapon in shock.
"This is the internal action of the four divisions. I don't think there is any need to relieve your itch." Zhang Xiaomeng said calmly. Since she already knew the purpose of the committee members, she even omitted the honorific title.
The people in the room fell into absolute shock, including the coquettish female staff member, everyone looked at Zhang Xiaomeng in disbelief, wondering how she dared to speak to the committee members in such a tone.
The mood in the eye sockets of Commissioner Jin Qiude was particularly gloomy. He stared at the beautiful face close at hand, his voice was as thin as a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and he said very slowly: "The foolish people in the federation call you the Leaf of Qinglong Mountain, don't they? Do you think you can do whatever you want with this pretty face? Don't forget that the organization cultivated you, and you work under my direct leadership."
"Comrade Comrade, I want to correct you, I work directly for the organization." After a moment of silence, Zhang Xiaomeng calmly looked directly into the eyes of the old man and said with a smile, "This is my sea, unless the committee passes a resolution, any No one can take away my sea."