novelslam Chapter 147 The Edge
Chapter 147 The Edge
Chapter 147 The Edge
A little earlier than the live broadcast, Washington DC, the Presidential Suite of the Hilton Hotel.
Walter Holland, the head of the US State Department, chief of the cabinet, and US Secretary of State, is a 55-year-old man with gray hair, a resolute and calm face, and a handsome and tall man.
He has a perfect resume. He was born in a powerful political circle, graduated from a prestigious law school, has a doctorate in law, has been a lawyer, a senator, and is good at geopolitics. He has traveled around the world all year round and tried his best to help the United States maintain its hegemony.
At this moment, His Excellency Walter Holland was lying on the big bed in the Presidential Suite of the Hilton Hotel. His old face was pressed under the pillow, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, and he was tied to the four corners of the wooden bed, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Don't kill me, oh, don't kill me, please."
The voice of the Secretary of State was buried under the pillow, and the struggle gradually subsided. The Cambodian woman lying on top of him let go of the pillow in her hand, looked at the Secretary of State with her eyes closed, and asked timidly, "Wo, Walter? Are you okay?" ?”
His Excellency the Secretary of State opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the tall Cambodian girl with heavy makeup, and said seriously: "I think it's okay, let's continue, shall we?"
"Go to hell, Walter!" the Cambodian girl slapped the Secretary of State's chest with a fluffy pillow, half scared, half ashamed, roared: "You scared me to death! Next time you want to play suffocation, go find someone else Bar!"
Walter greeted the other party's coquetry indifferently, and said to himself: "I think you should press the pillow harder, otherwise I won't feel the pleasure of suffocation."
Boom, boom, boom.
The wooden door of the presidential suite was slammed, and with the sound of the key being inserted into the lock cylinder, two figures rushed in.
One is a lobby manager in staff uniform with a hotel key, and the other is a female secretary in the Secretary of State's office.
The secretary glanced at the embarrassed Secretary of State who was hurriedly getting dressed, and said calmly to the lobby manager, "You didn't see anything, go out now, it's none of your business here."
The lobby manager hastily closed the door and left. The female secretary walked into the room calmly and yelled at the Secretary of State: "Sir, do you not have a time when you are not dominated by your lower body 24 hours a day?"
"Well," the Secretary of State said with a frown as he struggled to put on his pants, "If I'm not mistaken, there shouldn't be any."
"." The secretary got angry for a moment, didn't bother to explain to him, and directly picked up the remote control placed on the bedside table and turned on the TV.
As expected, the TV screen in the Presidential Suite of the Hilton Hotel was also occupied by Magneto's old face,
In the stunned expression of the Secretary of State who was only wearing half of his trousers, Magneto slowly said: "The so-called X-weapon program can be traced back to 30 years ago. The threat of the Soviet Union, and the possible mutant social problems in the country."
"Dry!"
His Excellency the Secretary of State took a breath, glared at the secretary, and shouted loudly: "What's going on? Isn't this Magneto? Why did he appear on TV?"
"The sky is already upside down outside." The secretary said violently: "Magneto has hijacked the screens of most of the Internet-connected devices in the world, from Washington to New York, from Tokyo to Paris, and even the TVs in the homes of herdsmen in the Middle East who guard their flocks." , all of them are rebroadcasting his images.”
The Secretary of State was sweating visibly on his face. He hurriedly put on his pants and called out to the Cambodian girl, "Hey, baby, bring me my shirt."
His Excellency the Secretary of State, who was dressed in attire, followed the secretary to the elevator downstairs, rushed all the way to the government bus that had already parked there, and drove towards the White House.
No need to ask, the secretary has already handed Walter a thick stack of information on the X-Weapon Project, and took out his tablet computer to watch the global live broadcast of Magneto.
While chewing quick-acting mouth-refreshing lozenges, the Secretary of State tried his best to get rid of the strange taste in his mouth, while scanning the paper files with a glance.
"Mutant Affairs Administration human experiment artificial insemination"
The more Walter Holland watched, the more frightened he became. Although he knew that there were many pure-bred human chauvinists among the princes in Washington, he never expected that William Stryker would dare to do such a thing. too much.
"Where's the president?" the Secretary of State asked awkwardly.
"In the tactical command room of the underground fortification." The secretary said with a stern face, "No one has a plan for this kind of emergency. If Magneto discloses all these contents..."
"No one can afford this!" The Secretary of State said in a deep voice, "Weapon X has been going on for 30 years. How many owners have changed in the White House? How many bureaucrats have changed in the Pentagon? How many powerful people know but Don't tell me it's broken?"
A military program listed under the Pentagon has been able to persevere in the brutal persecution of American citizens for decades.
If the "Watergate Incident" is at most a scandal caused by a certain dignitary and his vassals, then the X-Weapon plan revealed by Magneto is directed at the entire US military and even the entire federal government.
"SHIELD and the FBI are trying to interrupt the live communication, but there is little hope," the secretary said softly. "The President knows very little about the Weapon X program. He has just taken office and is innocent."
"This is not a matter of the president or not!" The Secretary of State slandered bitterly in his heart: "This is a matter of the entire federal government! The angry people have no patience and no wisdom, waiting for the federal government to go through tedious investigations and internal self-examination to find out the murderer .
They just want to vent. "
The Secretary of State's mind changed sharply, and he roughly finished the draft in the blink of an eye.
He didn't care how big the storm was or how deep the water was, Walter Holland only had one thought in his heart.
Preserve this glorious and great country.
What unites the United States is the American spirit and the American Constitution, not just some powerful people.
The president can be sacrificed and the military can be discredited, but the American people cannot completely lose their trust in the federal government and the federal constitution.
Walter stared out of the window blankly, he clearly sensed the depression before the storm.
His private life may be dissolute and corrupt, and his lower body may intermittently control his brain, but Walter is a loyal patriot and a paper painter.
When the wind and rain were precarious and the building was about to collapse, all he could do was to repair the broken ship.
The bus stopped, and Walter rushed to the tactical command room in the underground fortification, pushed the door open and entered.
The big screen placed inside the door is reflecting the old face of Magneto, and those justices who really decide the direction of the country are arguing, yelling, arguing, but they can't come up with an idea.
The President, the Latino middle-aged handsome guy who just took office not long ago, saw Walter walk in, and his frown finally eased a little.
The President forced a smile, and said to the Secretary of State, whom he regarded as a think tank, right-hand man, and right-hand man: "Walter, you are finally here."
"Yes, I'm here, Your Excellency." The Secretary of State took a deep breath, glanced at those gloomy, bitter and bitter colleagues, and said in a deep voice: "Disasters are inevitable, but now, I would like to ask everyone Let go of controversy and suspicion, and do a good job in the aftermath of the disaster."
(End of this chapter)