In a villa on Ange Island, two men were sitting opposite each other on the sofa. The coffee table in the middle was filled with recent newspapers and various election materials.
O 'Casey quietly looked at the documents in his hand and frowned from time to time.
The black man in a suit sitting across from him was McDonald. He was from an international human rights organization in North America called "Black Voice." From their name, it was not difficult to guess the nature of this organization.
He heard that they were supported by a company on Wall Street.
O 'Casey also heard that the White House was behind them.
But who cared?
At least O 'Casey didn't care.
It was just that their request this time was a little too difficult for them to accept.
"… Haven't you finished reading yet?" Seeing that O 'Casey did not respond for a long time, McDonald said softly, "In fact, there is only one paragraph that needs to be changed, which is to add one item at the end of your campaign platform: Promise to amend the 2016 Constitution during your term of office, promote the abolition of the Defense Outsourcing Act, and take back the defense contracting rights from Celestial Trade and other military contractors."
"This is different from what we agreed on at the beginning. Didn't we only agree to promote the Black Immigration Protection Act?" O 'Casey patted the document in his hand with the back of his hand and frowned. "Now there are only two months left before the election, and you want me to suddenly add a constitutional amendment to the campaign platform? And then explain to my supporters why I changed my mind? "
"I know this is outside the contract," McDonald said emotionlessly and waved to the secretary behind him. MacDonald said faintly and waved to the secretary behind him. "That's why we've prepared remuneration beyond the contract."
The secretary standing behind him stepped forward and put the suitcase in his hand on the coffee table that was full of newspapers and campaign documents.
"Here is five million Xin New Dollars, which is also the deposit we are going to pay you in advance."
The black suitcase opened, and the fragrance of oiled paper and ink wafted in with the wind. Looking at the bundles of banknotes inside, O 'Casey's eyes widened subconsciously and he gulped.
"You are going to completely screw up my election …"
On one side was five million Xin New Dollars, and on the other side was the throne of the president.
There was a flash of struggle in O 'Casey's eyes.
MacDonald grinned and shook his head. He took out a cigar from his pocket and let his secretary light it for him before putting it in his mouth.
After he blew out a smoke ring, he looked at the hesitant O 'Casey and said emotionlessly.
"Do you think you can defeat Zhang Yaping who is supported by Celestial Trade if you don't add this? Stop dreaming. You have no chance even with our support. "
O 'Casey's expression was a little ugly. Anyone who was looked down upon would definitely not feel good. What's more, he still had a lot of support among the leftists. The recent "James incident" had increased his support a lot, so much so that he even felt a little smug that he might be able to fight on the day of the March vote.
However, this McDonald said that he had no chance at all, which made him quite dissatisfied.
However, he could only hide this dissatisfaction in his heart. After all, the person opposite him had borne almost 80% of his campaign funds.
"Since you have no confidence in me, why are you betting on me?" Looking at the expressionless McDonald, O 'Casey said softly, vaguely expressing his dissatisfaction.
"I'm not investing in you, but the paper in your hand." MacDonald pointed at the document in his hand with his cigar.
"This piece of paper is worthless before I become president."
Hearing O 'Casey's words, McDonald grinned.
"Worthless? I've been a lobbyist for more than ten years. I know better than you what is truly worthless. "
"Someone has to propose it, someone has to supplement it, and finally it will be perfected. If the citizens don't know that they can have such rights and that they can fight for these rights for themselves through voting, then all the work can't be carried out. "
"We have enough patience. As long as we continue to do things step by step, we can use 20 years, 30 years, or even longer to transform this country into a normal country. Then, we can develop normal diplomatic relations with it. It won't be like now, where diplomatic negotiations don't feel like diplomatic negotiations, but more like business negotiations."
"And you don't need to worry about this. You just need to stand in front of the people of Xin for us, and use the opportunity of the election to tell them how much they can get …"
At this point, McDonald stopped talking, leaned forward slightly, put his arms on his knees, and stared at O 'Casey sitting across from him. "Now, tell me, do you have the value for us to continue to invest in you?"
O 'Casey gulped.
After an internal struggle, he clenched his fists and slowly loosened them. Finally, he nodded.
"I understand."
MacDonald smiled and rose to his feet.
"It seems that you made the right choice, then I won't bother you anymore."
Leaving this sentence, he gestured to the assistant behind him and walked in the direction of the door.
At the door, MacDonald stopped and looked back at O 'Casey, who was sitting on the sofa in deep thought, and said cheerfully.
"I will avoid contact with you for the next two months. I hope that when I return to the Capital, I can see good news about you in the newspaper. Then, Mr. O 'Casey, I wish you all the best in the election in March. "
As he spoke, he adjusted the collar of his suit with a smile and pushed open the door of the hallway.
However, the moment the door was pushed open, the expression on his face and his footsteps froze at the same time.
In front of him, two men in black suits stood at the door looking at him. Behind the two men, there were about a dozen police officers and six or seven reporters carrying cameras. Unbeknownst to him, the entire villa had been surrounded by police cars and media vans.
"I'm sorry, Mr. McDonald, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to the Capital." The man in the suit took out an arrest warrant, which was stamped with the seal of the Xin court. "We received a report that you are charged with 21 charges, including election bribery, election manipulation, and espionage."
Cold sweat dripped from McDonald's temples.
Looking at the man standing in front of him, it took him a long time to squeeze out a word.
"This is slander …"
"Whether it is slander or not, we will soon know." The man in the suit shrugged and gestured to the police behind him.
…
Sitting in the living room, O 'Casey was still in a daze as he stared at the box of cash on the table.
The bundles of cash made him dizzy.
He had never seen so much money in his life, and this money was only a 10% deposit …
His trembling fingers touched the box of cash.
However, just as he was about to count the pile of money, an angry roar came from the entrance of the living room.
"You can't do this! I'm warning you, your actions violate international conventions! Stop, damn it! Do you know who I am? I'm — "
The dense footsteps interrupted his reverie of yachts, private beaches, and blonde beauties. When he saw the arrest warrant with the seal of the Xin court, the badge of the Xin police, and the media cameras, his face instantly turned pale.
At this moment, his heart almost stopped contracting.
Without any resistance, the ashen-faced O 'Casey obediently extended his hand and allowed the police to handcuff him.
Resistance had lost its meaning.
He knew very well that his political career had come to an end …
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