As an amateur athlete, Jiang Chen was not joking.
Just a few months ago, he was registered in the Xin Olympic Committee and participated in the Olympic Games as an athlete.
Without any surprises, he might be the first person in the history of the Olympic Games to appear in the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games as an invited guest and athlete.
Xin had only been founded for a few years, and the Yoto Olympics was the first world-class sports event for Xin athletes. As a small sports country, without inviting foreign aid, the number of athletes in Xin itself was very small, and many events did not even have anyone sign up.
Some people might ask why they didn't give the athletes a bottle of genetic vaccine or just let the Celestial Trade Marine Corps soldiers sign up. Sports that tested skills such as football and basketball were not guaranteed, but it was no exaggeration to say that the gold medal list of track and field events would be dominated by Xin.
Using current technical means, it was absolutely impossible for the Olympic Organizing Committee to find out the existence of a gene agent. Only by comparing the differences in DNA morphology between germ cells and somatic cells could they detect some clues from the differences in some of the details.
But did it make sense?
If the athletes were given drugs, the game itself would lose its meaning.
To be honest, Jiang Chen didn't care how many gold medals Xin could win in this Olympic Games. Under the premise that he could make all legal citizens of Xin live in the eyes of people all over the world, he didn't think he or Zhang Yaping needed to rely on gold medals to boost national self- confidence.
If they won, they deserved to be cheered.
If they lost, they had to work harder next time.
Things that should be enjoyed in the process didn't need to be turned into commodities on the assembly line.
With this mentality, Jiang Chen saw that there was an event that no one signed up for, so he signed up for it.
As for what he signed up for?
Anyway, it was not track and field or weightlifting because it was meaningless to sign up for these two events. The genetic vaccine could make him run at a superhuman level, and weightlifting was even more pointless. His attributes had reached the limit of what humans in the 21st century could achieve a few years ago. Even if he won, it wouldn't bring him any sense of accomplishment …
…
Just as Jiang Chen was sitting in the office of the Xin Embassy and chatting with Gill about the next mission, the Capitol held an emergency meeting.
The meeting was held in the president's office.
Attending the meeting were the outgoing Hill, Secretary of State Kerry, who once competed with her for the presidency, CIB Director Henry Wilmot, Secretary of Defense Carter, and Melvin Laird, Director of the Advanced Projects Agency, who were summoned.
As he entered the conference room, Henry gave Kerry a look. The former had supported the latter during the presidential election, but the latter had quietly looked away at this moment.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Harry's eyes. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment. As though he had made a decision, he raised his head again.
"Henry Wilmot." Her sharp eyes locked onto Henry's face as she said sternly, "Do you know why you are standing here?"
What will come will come.
Henry knew he couldn't hide.
Opposing the T-virus was the consensus of the international community. After such a scandal broke out, a sincere apology was not enough. There was no need for someone to take the blame for the scandal, and this person couldn't be the "great and righteous" White House, nor could it be the Department of Defense acting under orders. Then there seemed to be only one suitable candidate left.
The CIB's responsibility in the Colombian crisis was not small at all.
"Isn't it because I'm the CIB director?" Henry, who had completely figured it out, shrugged and laughed. "Apart from this reason, I can't think of any other reason."
The director of the CIB was directly appointed by the president, and he also served as a senior intelligence adviser to the president and Congress. He was often referred to as the "ears" of the president. Although his appointment required the approval of the Senate, it only took a word from the president to kick him out of this position.
"You have three minutes to defend yourself. If you can't give a convincing explanation for what happened at the Yokosuka military base, you may have to explain to the independent prosecutor." When Hill said this, she did not look at Henry's eyes. Instead, she flipped through the documents on the table with a blank expression.
"There is nothing to explain," Henry said faintly as he stared into Hill's eyes, "I will be responsible for my own mistakes."
From the moment he crossed the gate of the White House, he had already predicted what might happen today. No matter what explanation he gave, the final result would be that he couldn't convince anyone and would eventually be thrown out as a scapegoat.
This was the only choice to reduce the stain on the UA.
"… Mike Pompeo will take over your position," Hill said.
"I have no objections," Henry said softly.
The young man who had been standing in the corner of the office stepped forward, nodded slightly to Henry, and reached out his right hand.
"Mike Pompeo, Senator, thank you for your efforts for the national interest."
"I'll leave it to you." Henry held the young man's hands and looked into his eyes. His originally relaxed voice became solemn. "This position is far more dangerous than you think."
"I'll do my job as if I'm walking on thin ice," Mike said politely, but he couldn't hide the smugness on his face.
Henry keenly noticed the smug smile on his face and shook his head with a smile.
"First of all, congratulations. But before that, as your predecessor, I have to give you some advice. "
There was no reply. Mike raised his chin slightly and signaled him to continue with his eyes.
"Stay away from that man. You know who I'm talking about. Including me, my predecessor, Mr. Naomi, and his predecessor. " At this point, Henry shook his three fingers, and his originally serious expression suddenly burst into laughter. He shook his head and laughed at himself. "Since the establishment of the CIB, this has never happened before. Three directors have changed in less than five years, and they all stepped down because of the same man … "
"Mr. Wilmot." Hill coughed lightly and said with a blank expression, "If this is your advice to your successor, then your speech is over."
"Yes, Madam President." Henry bowed gracefully, took one last look at Kerry, and turned to leave the conference room.
No one asked him to stay. They just coldly watched the loser leave.
For some reason, Mike suddenly felt that the man's back as he left the conference room was so desolate …
A chill gradually rose in Mike's heart, and he swallowed hard.
The moment the door was slammed shut, he suddenly understood why he would feel this way at a moment that should have been a happy one.
Because from Henry's back, he vaguely saw a person.
That person was none other than himself …
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