In a magnificent villa in Centipede Manor.
The eyes of Michael and Smith were about to spew fire.
Beside them, a middle-aged man sat there trembling with fear, not daring to make a sound.
In the live broadcast, Congress actually passed Andy's proposal.
Michael's breathing quickened. He was so angry.
"Bastard, damn bastard!"
His eyes were red as he stared at Andy, who was on TV, and cursed.
The military factory under the Consortium had already produced this year's armaments.
The B-2 Phantom Stealth Bomber cost billions of dollars, and they had produced a bunch of Trident cruise missiles. The M416A4 automatic rifles were all over the warehouse. But now, the government had a better choice and did not need the military supplies they provided.
"This damned guy actually improved and upgraded this batch of weapons and equipment.”
"Our military factory has gathered the best weapons experts in the world. No matter what, we can't compare to this Chinese kid!”
Michael and Smith, the two leaders of the consortium, wanted to strangle Andy to death.
"Boom!"
Smith slammed his walking stick on the ground and said to his brother Michael with a gloomy face,"
"Brother, kill him. We can't let this person live. We all thought that he would give up on revenge because he was afraid of the consortium, but we didn't expect him to make a move on us in less than seven days of his presidential career.”
Michael's expression was equally gloomy." Kill him? He's already the president now. Do you know how much pressure we have to bear to assassinate him?”
" No matter the price, it's worth it. I have a feeling that if we continue to let him do as he pleases, the two hundred years of glory of the Consortium will be destroyed by him.”
"Impossible! He doesn't have the ability!"
"Of course he doesn't, but the position of president of the United States gives him too much power. Working together with Morgan Financial Group can pose a huge threat to us.”
Michael fell silent as he weighed the pros and cons.
In the end, he looked at the middle-aged man who had dared to speak.
"Carl, arrange a foolproof assassination.”
The middle-aged man named Carl was shocked. He immediately stood up and said respectfully,
"Yes, Uncle!"
……
In the Blue Palace, in Emma's room.
Emma hid in the toilet and talked to someone.
"Remember, no matter what method you use, this assassination must succeed!”
"Understood!"
After the communication ended, Emma walked out of the toilet as if nothing had happened.
In his heart, he was planning an assassination that had to succeed.
She had been trained as a secret agent since she was young, and she had received countless assassination training.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of assassination plans appeared in her mind. In the end, she rejected them one by one.
Suddenly, she thought of the day before yesterday on Air Force One.
Bella, the air stewardess, stayed in Andy's living room for more than half an hour. Then, she rushed back and cut off a piece of the bedsheet.
Seduction!
Men in bed were the easiest to kill!
If he wanted to assassinate Andy under extremely tight protection, he needed a chance to get in touch with him alone.
As the president's deputy secretary, Emma had this opportunity.
However, the problem was that if he killed Andy, he would also be captured instantly.
Only by luring Andy to the bed, when everyone had let down their guard, there might be a chance to escape.
……
One o'clock in the morning, in the Blue Palace Oval Office.
Si Jiali tirelessly guarded the office door. There were also dozens of bodyguards who were constantly on guard.
In the office, Andy was handling state affairs.
Everyone liked to be the president, but few people knew how hard it was to be the president.
Every day, there are a lot of things waiting for you to deal with and sign.
If it was handled well, no one would praise it. If it was not handled well, it would be scolded by the people.
It was really bitter and tiring. The degree of hardship was comparable to that of a web novel writer.
Claire yawned quietly. She was too sleepy now.
As the president's secretary, she had to be ready when Andy was working.
Because he might need her help at any time.
She worked until two in the morning last night and woke up at six in the morning. She didn't have a good rest in the first place. Today, she worked for more than ten hours at high intensity. It was normal for a weak woman like her to not be able to take it.
Sensing Claire's condition, Andy looked at the time.
" Claire, I think you're tired too. Go back and rest first. I don't need you by my side for the time being."”
Upon hearing this, Claire quickly shook her head." No, Mr. President, I'm not sleepy at all."”
Andy shook his head and smiled."Look, your eyelids are fighting. You're not sleepy yet."Don't hold on anymore. Hurry up and go back to rest.”
When Emma saw this, she knew that her chance had come. She quickly said,"Claire, you can go back first. I'm still here.”
Claire was already very sleepy. After hearing Andy and Emma's words, she didn't insist.
" Thank you, Mr. President!"
After thanking Andy, she nodded at Emma and left the office to rest.
After Claire left, Andy was still focused on handling government affairs.
Time ticked by, and soon, it was two in the morning.
At this moment, Emma only needed to walk behind Andy and twist Andy's neck with her bare hands according to the special agent training.
However, she knew that the president's office was full of cameras. Although she could kill Andy now, she would also die.
Even ants could survive, let alone a person who had survived special agent training.
She was waiting for Andy to return to his room to rest after he was done with his administrative matters.
She took the opportunity to show her admiration for Andy and then returned to her room with Andy, just like Bella, the air stewardess.
At that time, Scarlet had to go back to sleep, leaving only a few bodyguards on duty to guard the surroundings.
There were no surveillance cameras in the president's bedroom. After she killed Di, she could still use the excuse of helping Andy out of the Blue Palace.
This was the advantage of being the president's secretary. No one would doubt it.
As long as she walked out of the Blue Palace, she would be able to escape under the cover of the American Financial Group. No one could catch her.
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