Chapter 882: Chapter 468: I Knew It, We Shouldn’t Jinx It! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)
Chief of Staff Angel Urenia glanced at Clinton lying on the bed and sighed softly.
He was preparing to stand up and leave.
Suddenly, Diane Rodham spoke, “Has the cause of death for CIA Director Stanfield Turner been clarified?”
At the ntion of this, Urenia felt another headache.
The dignified CIA Director had been assassinated!
No need to even speculate: could a vehicle explode without cause?
What kind of joke is this!
He clenched his teeth, a throbbing pain forming at his temple veins. “Neither the FBI nor the CIA has uncovered any specific clues, but one thing is certain—this was a preditated murder.”
Well, isn’t that obvious!
Diane Rodham didn’t seem satisfied with this answer. She paused for a mont and asked, “Then what about the position of the next CIA Director…?”
Urenia suddenly understood—so that’s what she was concerned about. Soone dies, doesn’t that leave the seat vacant?
“According to constitutional provisions, if the head of the agency encounters an ‘incident,’ the deputy automatically steps up.”
“Who is the CIA’s deputy head?”
Urenia: “lissa Cruz.”
Just from the na, you’d know it’s a woman.
“I recall she’s of xican heritage,” Diane Rodham said coldly, frowning slightly.
The Chief of Staff took a deep breath. Watching her posture, he imdiately knew what sche she was planning.
She wants to use this to undermine lissa? Then parachute her own trusted ally into the role?
Back when Ford sent Old Bush to the post, Congress nearly clashed head-on with the CIA.
He stared at the woman, and she stared back with eyes full of aggression.
“Diane, the Constitution of the United States is the Constitution of the United States. CIA law is CIA law. Do you understand what I an?”
Angel Urenia’s words were blunt and unmistakable. Don’t stir trouble…
Do you want to understand the CIA’s rules?
What, you think you’re Roosevelt?
Take a hard look in the mirror before considering your own worth!
He didn’t want to waste ti listening to a self-absorbed and overly ambitious woman anymore. Offering a curt apology to her, he left with his briefcase.
He didn’t even notice the dissatisfied look in her eyes as she watched him go!
Outside, Angel Urenia got into his car and couldn’t stop himself from thinking, feeling increasingly hopeless.
“What’s wrong with her?”
After everyone had left, Diane Rodham slowly approached Clinton’s bedside, gazing at her husband. She stroked his cheek and spoke softly, “I will make you the most powerful President in the United States!”
Surpassing Roosevelt!
Clinton, whose head was fevered and delirious, muttered nonsense with his lips.
…
February 15!
The air cut cold with a biting chill.
The gusts of wind made people feel as if they were freezing to the bone.
Normally, spring should have already arrived, but in the United States, it had been unnaturally delayed this year.
All 50 states simultaneously lowered their flags to half-mast to mourn Reagan.
In Washington’s “National Square,” large groups of people gathered.
Most of them were familiar faces often seen on TV.
For example…
Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Nixon in a wheelchair, and Colin Luther Powell, later dubbed “Super Laundry Powder…”
Countless famous figures.
Unfortunately… they hadn’t wheeled Old Bush over on a hospital bed.
Similarly, Clinton… wasn’t present either.
Diane Rodham wanted him to attend no matter what, but his temperature kept rising, so hospitalization was inevitable.
Other attendees included large numbers of troops, civilians, and representatives from other countries.
At 9:00 in the morning.
As solemn funeral music played, pallbearers carrying Reagan’s coffin slowly made their way to the venue.
A photo of him sat atop the coffin.
And Reagan’s body?
It had been blown to ashes. Strewn debris—who could tell whether it was cent dust or human remains?
Surely no one was going to open the coffin for proof.
Reagan’s wife, Nancy, wept uncontrollably, needing assistance from those nearby.
The United States’ five major television networks were broadcasting the event live across all channels, and with the day being designated as a public holiday, over 90 million citizens were tuning in nationwide!
This mont even broke Guinness World Records.
With Clinton absent, the designated speaker was Secretary of State Jas Baker III.
He presumably applied eye drops before taking the stage to ensure an emotional display of tears as he stood before Reagan’s coffin:
“Ladies and gentlen, in this spring, we have lost the greatest gift bestowed upon the United States by God… Ronald Wilson Reagan.”
“Everyone knows what our nation is enduring right now: the chaos deliberately incited within our borders, the provocations and invasions of anti-Arican terrorist organizations led by Victor, and what amounts to the greatest crisis since World War II!”
Indeed, the words from politicians’ mouths have the power to turn fiction into truth.
They hardly ever reflect on why dostic unrest escalated—was it not due to their own nonfeasance, enabling various organizations to run rampant with human trafficking, culminating in three months with not a single comprehensive report?
“xico launched an unprovoked assault on our San Diego. And upon learning of this, Mr. Reagan, despite his frail health, resolutely decided to support the nation with action by visiting the troops personally…”
“But the demon claid him!”
“Savage attackers from xico cowardly ambushed him!”
At this point, Jas Baker III’s tone grew increasingly emotional, eventually cracking as he broke into uncontrollable sobs.
Caught up in the mont, many among the audience quietly began to weep.
“Ronnie!”
The 71-year-old Nancy, overco with grief, broke free from her daughter’s grip, rushing to the coffin and collapsing onto it, wailing loudly, “Take with you, Ronnie!”
Her daughter and son-in-law stood beside her, wiping away their tears.
It was utterly heartbreaking. If only an opportunity arose for the entire family to rejoin him in peace.
The scene was profoundly moving, and many citizens watching from their televisions couldn’t help but shed tears…
After all, Reagan’s rise to power had been built on openly playing the emotional card with his wife, claiming his love for her was unwavering through decades.
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