Chapter 927: Chapter 487: I, Victor, Am Gifted and Astute!
The conference room next to the President’s office.
Clinton sat with his legs crossed, listening to the proposals of the new Cabinet.
“I believe the Black Panther Party is the most destabilizing factor in the United States. We should mobilize all our forces to eliminate them,” Attorney General Janet Reno said grimly.
She was the first female Attorney General in the United States’ history, spanning hundreds of years.
A sizable mole blemished her otherwise clean face, giving her a… grim appearance.
Face reveals the heart—a bad person.
“The Black Panther Party keeps retreating into the forests. How do we handle that? Even if we deploy troops in large numbers, we still won’t catch them,” soone interjected.
“Then drop Agent Orange into the forests. If that doesn’t work, burn them down. I refuse to believe those scum from the Black Panther Party can hide there forever!”
Janet Reno’s words, though delivered casually, slamd into everyone present like a heavy hamr to the chest.
“Just like in Vietnam!”
Even Clinton was stunned by this audacious woman. Such brutality—it was worth rembering that Vietnam now has not a single centenarian tree left.
The environntal consequences would be devastating. Not to ntion the harm inflicted: killing a thousand enemies while sacrificing eight hundred of our own. Many Aricans who fought against the Vietnase in the forests are now suffering from rare diseases.
Agent Orange—it was undeniably a chemical weapon.
“Were you brainless after getting screwed last night, Janet Reno?”
At that mont, a voice, trembling with suppressed rage, echoed. Everyone turned to see Old Donald sitting off to the side.
He hadn’t intended to speak…
After all, his status in the room was awkward. Despite being reinstated three tis—an impressive feat on paper—everyone knew he was rely a “backup option.” Especially after being placed under house arrest by Reagan and others, the higher-ups were all aware.
His reputation…
Was long since ruined.
Still, when he heard Janet Reno’s suggestion, he couldn’t help but interject. The mont he opened his mouth, his words were a personal attack.
“You… what are you saying?”
Donald abruptly stood up and strode toward her, yelling, “I said your brain must’ve been screwed into idiocy! Do you think you’re smart? You’re a moron! Do you even know what Agent Orange is made of?”
“Please, use that brain of yours stuffed full of dog shit for a mont!”
Clinton and the others sat stunned, utterly flabbergasted.
After venting his fury, Donald took a deep breath, releasing the pent-up anger in his chest.
Janet Reno, who had been verbally pumled, shook her head, finally snapping out of her shock. She let out a sharp scream, then went straight for him, shouting, “Respect! Do you know what respect ans, Donald?”
Bam!
A fist landed squarely on his face, knocking off his glasses with considerable force. Janet Reno froze, her entire body stiffened, and then she flung backward with all her might.
“Respecting won requires the greatest strength!”—Donald!
Indeed, anyone nad Donald seems to be unhinged. Another one is currently ruining his hotel business, apparently on the verge of bankruptcy.
Clinton’s mind went blank…
“Call a doctor, quick!”
Thankfully, the new Chief of Staff reacted swiftly, shouting loudly. The rest of the cabinet scrambled into action, so rushing out for a doctor, while others crouched down to check on Janet Reno.
The old Defense Minister…
Adjusted his clothes, standing there with a disdainful look.
Satisfaction!
“Are you going to fire ?” he asked Clinton, whose face was clearly troubled, with complete indifference.
“Mr. President! Mr. President!”
At that mont, soone burst in from the doorway, hurriedly shouting.
He was drenched in rainwater, his hair soaked…
Not a shred of gentlemanliness!
To Clinton, who cared deeply about appearances, this was unbearable. He frowned and was about to reprimand the man when he heard his announcent: “Angel is missing.”
“!!!”
“Impossible! Didn’t I order you to follow him?”
“It was raining… we went to take cover. Just for a mont, and he was gone…” the man stamred, not even daring to et Clinton’s gaze.
“Useless! Useless! Useless!”
“Find him! Find him now!”
The President shouted, losing his composure, then smashed the ashtray on the table.
He regretted it…
If he’d known sooner, he would’ve sent soone to kill him earlier—not like it wasn’t possible at the White House gates.
He had hesitated, worrying about appearances. And now, this happened.
“I have things to deal with. The eting is adjourned.”
He hurriedly left along with his Chief of Staff.
Old Donald stood to the side, imrsed in thought.
Who would want a “useless man” for no reason?
Suddenly, a na popped into his head:
Victor!
Angel in Victor’s hands would produce optimal results.
…
“The Internal Affairs Bureau arrested Treasury Departnt’s Third Deputy Minister Pierre Maxwell yesterday. He was accused of acting as a protection umbrella for drug traffickers, embezzlent of pensions, accepting bribes from local businessn and criminal gangs, and sabotaging fairness in major public tender contracts. Additionally, he was found to possess unauthorized firearms and ammunition…”
This marks the fourth senior Roman official arrested within three days!
The other three are:
Levi Hoffman, head of the xico Police Departnt’s Anti-Drug Bureau.
Winston Pierce, Deputy Chairman of the xican Army’s Discipline Committee.
Liam Richard, Deputy Director of the Treasury Departnt’s Tax Investigation Bureau.
xico City was drizzling, and the television in the shop broadcasted the news. Each na was paired with a photo as it was announced.
Inside a convenience store, the shopkeeper and his family of three were eating dinner when a little girl with braided pigtails, her head buried in her rice bowl, heard the news report. She looked up, food still in her mouth, pointed her spoon at the TV, and said, “Shoot them all. Shoot them all.”
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