The Oval Office was silent. The officials looked at President Pabre with complicated expressions. No one dared to speak.
After a long period of silence, the President put the phone on the table. His movements were very slow. When the phone made contact with the table, there was no sound. Only the veins on the back of his hand showed his true anger at the moment.
"In the Ministry of Finance building, I had a long conversation with Colonel Xu Le. Before I entered the alloy door, the Special Task Force tried to stop me because they were worried about my personal safety."
President Pabre suddenly said something that surprised everyone. There was no emotion on his tanned face, and his voice was particularly low in the Oval Office.
"At that time, I said that when Colonel Xu Le wanted to kill me, it meant that I really should die." He put his hands on the table, and his broad shoulders were as stable as usual. There was a complicated smile on his face. It was hard to tell whether it was self-deprecating or mocking. "Now that I think about it, this joke was probably not that funny."
The President waved his right hand tiredly. The officials in the Oval Office understood and hastily ended the report on the attack on the military court that afternoon. They quickly left.
The director of the office, Breen, pushed open the heavy retro door and walked in. He looked at the President's tired back with a complicated expression. After hesitating for a moment, he walked up and said softly, "Mr. President, we just got the election poll. Your support rate has increased by one percent …"
Before he finished speaking, President Pabre stood up straight and waved his right arm hard. His usual deep and charming voice became particularly irritable at this moment. "Public opinion, public opinion, public opinion! What's the use of these things! "
The President immediately reacted to his rare loss of composure. After a moment of silence, he patted the shoulder of the shocked Director Breen and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood today."
"It's okay."
Director Breen forced a smile and followed the President's gaze to the cute pink phone on the table. He frowned and said, "I'll immediately inform the intelligence team to cut off Miss's communication authority."
"No need." President Pabre had calmed down by this time. He waved his hand tiredly and said, "I believe Xu Le will call again."
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"According to some sources, this Councilman Jin Qiude should have established contact with the official residence a long time ago, but no one knows what kind of agreement they have."
It was quiet in the Liufeng Slope Clubhouse. Mr. Zion, the vice president of the Federation, took a sip of the expensive red wine and gently stroked his gray hair. He was talking to the lady across the table in a reserved and polite manner.
"Thank you for your hard work today." Lady Tai looked at the old man with a smile and said casually, "After Mr. Byron left us, you have to bear a lot more responsibilities. You should take care of yourself."
He knew what his wife meant by hard work. Regarding the welcome ceremony at the airport, he only needed to make two phone calls to successfully divert the attention of the government agencies. In a sense, the military court attack case, which was still under absolute secrecy, was deeply related to him.
The old man didn't know what kind of deal or tacit understanding between Lady Tai and the feared colonel. In fact, he wasn't going to ask. Every big shot had their own secrets, especially when it came to such a big issue. However, the madam's seemingly casual words made the temperature of his heart rise slightly. After a long silence, he raised his head and calmly said, "But it is very clear that Mr. President does not seem to want to resolve this matter before the election."
According to the relevant regulations of the Federation Constitution, when the President of the Federation government died unexpectedly or was unable to perform his duties for other reasons, the Vice President would take over. In this case, the Vice President would be replaced by the Vice President of the Management Committee.
It had been a long time since Vice President Byron was killed by Shi Qinghai. The major forces of the Federation had been urging President Pabre to complete the replacement process as soon as possible, and let Vice President Xian take over as the Vice President of the Federation. However, the official residence had always claimed that the replacement process was postponed until after the election because of the war and the approaching election.
Lady Tai didn't seem to expect that the experienced and astute politician sitting across the table would choose such a direct way of conversation. After being stunned for a moment, she smiled and looked at a secluded corner of the table downstairs, saying something that seemed to be completely unrelated.
"A few days ago, Colonel Xu Le had dinner at that table." Her wife looked at that place calmly and said, "Now many people in the Federation hope that he can serve a sumptuous dinner."
Vice President Xian tasted the red wine in his glass calmly, but he wasn't as calm as he appeared to be. He knew what his wife was implying, but when he thought of that possibility and the possibility of his feet stepping into that white official residence, the light and mellow red wine seemed to become countless times stronger in an instant, burning his throat after it entered.
"In the past few years, when I tried to teach the little guy some setbacks, I myself suffered a great setback. That's because there were two real mountains behind him, the old man and Mr. President."
Lady Tai said, "Now that the old man is gone, Mr. President has become his biggest enemy. I'm very curious to see what kind of trouble he can stir up in such a difficult situation. However, the feedback in the past few days seems to indicate that his ability and determination to stir up trouble have exceeded my imagination."
Vice President Xian stroked the white hair on his forehead again, tasting the burning sensation of the precious red wine on his lips and tongue carefully. He let out a slight sigh of satisfaction, thinking silently with a smile that the bigger the trouble, the better.
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The edge of the bathtub with metal feet was carved with porcelain flowers. Although it wasn't comfortable to touch, it looked very luxurious. The water in the bathtub was boiling hot, with steam rolling out.
Xu Le held a glass of red wine in his right hand. Most of his body was immersed in the water, but his skin didn't show any trace of burning red. All the fatigue quickly leaked out through the expanded pores. He drank a mouthful of red wine, sinking a little more into the water, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.
The door of the bathroom was tightly shut, isolating the ringing of the office phone and the sound of automatic printing. The window facing the building was open, and the cool autumn wind poured in from Charter Square, bringing with it hot steam that filled the air, blurring the vision of the surroundings.
Sometimes, blurring was synonymous with relaxation.
Xu Le's sharp eyes could easily see through the mist, looking at the scenery of the square outside the window. The wound on his leg was healing quickly. The temperature of the water was intoxicating, and the glass of red wine in his right hand hanging by the side of the bathtub was also intoxicating. The scenery of the square was also intoxicating. At this time, although the fatigue in his body had been completely squeezed out, the tiredness in his mind was uncontrollably rising.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes, looking through the layers of hot mist at the square shrouded in the night. He looked at the bronze statue of the quintet, and looked at the old man who was still sitting in the cockpit of the M37 mecha even after his death. He raised his glass of red wine and toasted him from a distance, softly muttering to himself, "Old man, I'm sorry I couldn't do what I promised you. I really like being a cleaner."
Then, his body and mind completely relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep in the bathtub.
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"I'm quite dissatisfied with your work during this period of time!"
Councilman Jin Qiude paced quickly beside the table, as if he wanted to use these actions to calm his anger. He suddenly stood still, pointed a finger, and reprimanded in a deep voice, "The organization gave you such an important job to work in this decaying building. This is a very rare trust, and what did you do? I order you to complete the handover of the four departments in the shortest time possible, and then return to the mountain for debriefing. "
The old man's finger was about to touch that pair of black-rimmed glasses, appearing particularly rude and forceful. As the second most important person in the anti-government army of Green Dragon Mountain, this kind of behavior towards a subordinate was only natural.
However, to the surprise of the old man and the soldiers who came with him from Green Dragon Mountain, not only did the owner of the black-rimmed glasses not immediately apologize, even her expression was so calm.
Zhang Xiaomeng slowly extended her right index finger and pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looked at the old man and calmly said, "Councilman comrade, I want to know the reason."
Jin Qiude could clearly feel that she, who was standing in front of him, had a kind of calmness that came from the depths of her heart. The old man knew that only a person with a strong enough heart could show absolute calmness. A sense of vigilance arose in his heart, and he slowly said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to carefully repeat the process of that little fish's death?"
The old man's voice was incomparably cold. He had presided over many bloody internal cleansing operations, so his body exuded a kind of terrifying aura from inside out. In Green Dragon Mountain, countless people secretly hated him, but no one dared to show this kind of emotion in front of him, because coldness and ruthlessness were often the most powerful weapons to intimidate people.
"This is an internal operation of the four departments, I don't think there is anything to explain to you." Zhang Xiaomeng calmly said. Since she already knew the purpose of the councilman, she even directly omitted the honorific.
The people in the room fell into absolute shock, including the female employee with the coquettish figure. Everyone looked at Zhang Xiaomeng in disbelief, not knowing how she dared to talk to the councilman in such a tone.
The emotions in the eyes of Councilman Jin Qiude were particularly gloomy. He stared at the beautiful face in front of him, and said very slowly with a voice as thin as the tongue of a poisonous snake, "The stupid people in the Federation call you the Leaf of Green Dragon Mountain. Do you think that with this beautiful face, you can do whatever you want? Don't forget that it was the organization that trained you, and you are working under my direct leadership."
"Councilman comrade, I want to correct you on one point, I work directly for the organization." After a moment of silence, Zhang Xiaomeng calmly looked into the old man's eyes and said with a smile, "This is my sea, unless the committee passes a resolution, no one can take away my sea."
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