Chapter 1243: Chapter 605: Arica’s Witchcraft Disaster! (Part 2)
However, many comrcial elites and celebrities from Europe and Arica hold a certain respect or recognition for mysticism. For instance, Bill Gates once stated that whenever he sets up a branch or chooses a residence anywhere in the world, he would consult a Feng Shui Master. Additionally, so stock analysts rely on the power of mysticism to predict the trend of stock K lines.
Just like in Asia, so leaders, upon taking office, first change the direction of tables or chairs in dormitories and offices.
There are reasons why mysticism has a market.
Norman Schwartzkopf frowned, raised his head, and looked at Trent Taylor, who stood silently to one side. This was his wife’s nephew and also the captain of his Guard Corps. The other party coincidentally raised his head to et his gaze.
“Can I trust you?”
“You’re my uncle-in-law, I’m bound to you,” Trent Taylor said calmly.
Norman Schwartzkopf managed a smile, though sowhat creepy, walked over, patted his shoulder, and then, in a reverse grip, held his neck, whispered into his ear, “From today, you are the new FBI Director. Find out the traitors around , who exactly is harming .”
As he spoke, he was nearly gritting his teeth, “I want to cut them down one by one!”
Trent Taylor squeezed his hand, feeling excited, nodded vigorously, “Uncle-in-law, rest assured, I guarantee I will find the mastermind behind it!”
Norman’s wife, Brenda Holsinger, also grabbed her nephew’s hand, pleading, “Taylor, you must save Eliza, you must!”
Looking at his aunt, a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes, however slightly, but he nodded vigorously.
After exiting the hospital room, Trent Taylor took a deep breath, looked around, then went to the restroom, locked the door, opened the cover of the water tank from the innermost toilet, and took out a small bag. Inside was a mobile phone with a stored number, which he dialed.
“Hello?”
Trent Taylor tightened his grip, “I’m now serving as FBI Director. He asked to investigate everyone around him…”
He confessed everything. The person on the other end listened quietly, and after he finished, praised him, “Well done, next, find a way to cut down all the people around him; soone within the FBI will guide you.”
After the conversation, the call ended.
The call lasted less than a minute.
Trent Taylor raised his head, sighed deeply.
August 3.
Suddenly, a piece of news shocked the political circles of the United States.
CIA Director lissa Cruz was arrested at ho by the newly appointed FBI Director, Trent Taylor, along with his team!!
This was the news released publicly. Internally, the news was that the FBI found a doll as tall as half a person in the basent of her ho, with Norman Schwartzkopf’s granddaughter’s na written on it.
Trent Taylor squinted his eyes, walked into the underground prison of the FBI, where many people have been detained, including Martin Luther King, Mario Savio, Leonard Peltier, et cetera.
He entered the innermost cell and saw CIA Director lissa Cruz stripped bare sitting on a chair, legs spread, deeply humiliated, with a hood over her head and hands tightly cuffed.
“Still not willing to cooperate?”
Trent Taylor, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked up to her, squinting his eyes, “Just say the word, and you can leave.”
lissa Cruz lifted her head, her eyes bloodshot, corners of her mouth twitching, laughed, “Ha… what do you want to say? Aren’t you framing ? We’re all in intelligence; do you think I don’t know what you’re up to? Pretentious bastard, you son of a bitch.”
“Bah!!”
She spat a blood-stained spray onto Trent Taylor’s foot.
Her words instantly enraged Trent Taylor, struck him deeply, because his mother had a promiscuous history with white n, black n, Asian descent, and even an Indian guy, leaving him unsure of his true parentage.
This fact couldn’t be hidden; many could trace it easily.
But everyone maintained their facade, unlike the direct insult of calling soone a mongrel, could one not get angry?
Trent Taylor sneered, “Then let see if you’ll keep that mouth shut later!”
He waved his hand, and the employee behind the surveillance pressed a button.
Bzzzz—
“Ah!!!” CIA Director lissa Cruz scread, convulsing as she was electrocuted, eyes rolling, losing control of her bowels and bladder, body convulsing.
When the electricity was cut off, she was genuinely unconscious, looking wretched beyond words.
“Make her press her fingerprint on the list,” Trent Taylor cursed, and pressed the cigarette butt hard onto lissa Cruz’s chest!
August 4, Presidential Assistant and Cabinet Secretary Scarlett Stone, Pentagon Public Liaison Office Director Sean Jenkins, Air Force Secretary Casimir Robinson, among others, were arrested and interrogated by the FBI.
That night, 172 cadres of various levels in the White House were apprehended.
August 5, the Vice Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff was arrested.
In the afternoon, Speaker of the Joint Chiefs of Staff—Craft Waters was taken away by the FBI Director from his office, causing panic throughout the political arena.
What is Norman Schwartzkopf doing?!
What does he intend to do?!
Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller certainly couldn’t sit still, he went to question the counterpart, but Norman gave ambiguous responses, and when irritated, he cursed, “These people actually cursed ! They are wishing dead!!!”
Calvin Waller was shocked, is there such a cri?
“Impossible! Norman, this kind of mysticism cannot be believed; it’s unscientific.”
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