Country Q.
The Capitol building was brightly lit.
The President was working late at night, when Chief Secretary George brought in a cup of coffee.
"It’s already late, sir, you should rest." The secretary kindly reminded him.
Since taking office, the President has been very diligent, and the policies he promoted have had a profound impact, gaining him the affection of the people.
Working late into the night until two or three in the morning was a common occurrence.
The President frowned deeply, looking troubled.
"Have Cilin co see ."
The secretary raised an eyebrow imperceptibly: "Yes."
"Wait a mont."
George turned, waiting respectfully for further instructions.
The President just waved him off, and George imdiately withdrew.
The King of Lais was easy to control, but his plundering of oil would not cease because of it. Just recently, a significant oil reserve was discovered on a desolate island in western Africa. This ti, he wants to completely control the resources.
As for the King of Lais, ha... in his eyes, he was nothing more than a small ant, and he could crush him with a flick of his finger, so don’t even think about playing any tricks under his watchful eyes.
At this mont, the computer screen in front of him suddenly went black, and all the docunts disappeared in an instant. The President was montarily stunned and instinctively reached for the landline phone. Suddenly, a streak of blood appeared on the black computer screen, as if a basin of blood had been poured over it, extrely striking.
"Good evening, esteed President." A processed hoarse voice suddenly sounded. The voice wasn’t obviously male or female, but its eeriness was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
On the bloody screen appeared a person dressed as a clown, whose eyes looked vaguely out, seemingly piercing through the screen, full of mockery and pity.
The President was only surprised for a mont before quickly regaining his composure, sneering, "What trick are you trying to pull this ti?"
"How have you been lately, Mr. President? You appear much more haggard, it’s really quite heartbreaking...." The soft voice was supposed to be gentle and affectionate, but it only made people feel deeply uneasy...
"I really underestimated you." To have breached the Capitol’s firewall, the other party must have a top-tier hacker.
"Apologies for making the President laugh. It’s just that, busy as you are, you wouldn’t have ti to see , so I had no choice but to resort to this. However, considering that the President has gathered the world’s top talents, it seems that’s all they amount to, hehe...."
The President’s hand tightened slightly at his side, his expression cold and unreadable.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"Simple. It’s ti for the global pattern to change. I’ve been lying low for so long, waiting for this day. Mr. President, I need your support...."
The President’s pupils contracted sharply before returning to normal almost instantly, giving a subtle smirk: "What a pipe dream."
"A pipe dream, is it? I wonder if this recording... does Mr. President still rember it?"
Then a series of sounds erged from the computer, one of which was his own voice. The President’s face turned pale, and his fingers clutched the armrest tightly: "You...."
"Mr. President, if you help this ti, this recording will remain a secret forever, otherwise...."
If this recording were to be leaked, he’d be finished.
Having hunted geese all day long, now the geese pecked him in the eye. The President, full of rage, had nowhere to vent, taking a few deep breaths. The other party was patient, quietly waiting for his answer.
Ti passed silently, the pendulum clock on the opposite wall issuing its rhythmic and chanical ticking. The President suddenly opened his eyes, the light in them calm and unwavering.
"Fine, I agree, but rember this: if that recording gets out, you absolutely don’t want to imagine the consequences."
Every word carried cold anger and authority.
"If the President doesn’t betray first, I will never betray the President. I will be your most loyal and indispensable partner... let us work well together."
The President, being threatened, couldn’t bring himself to say ’work well together,’ curling his lip in a mocking smile.
He had raised a wolf only for it to turn on him, poised to devour him. He had heard an allegory from Country Hua about a farr and a snake, which seed to reflect this situation perfectly.
But whether he was the farr or the wolf... there was no final conclusion yet!
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"Who are you?" Colonel Cilin looked at the young man standing in front of him. No, he couldn’t even be called a man yet—he was quite young, more of a boy.
The knife in the boy’s hand was resting against his carotid artery. If he made any move, he believed the other would unhesitatingly slit his throat.
As a forr special forces Soldier King, his alertness and reflexes were remarkable. In the last instant, he had explosively counterattacked, but he was a step too late, as the opponent was faster than he was.
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