Chapter 243

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after the theft of the FBI headquarters, the news that Amanda Waller, the head of the Tianyan society, was unconscious after a car accident spread, and two vicious incidents happened one after another, which made the already chaotic White House government more chaotic.

The high-level people argued constantly, the Senate also broke out quarrels, and a small number of people who were vaguely aware of the truth turned their strange eyes to the president's office.

Joel Nash, the worst president since the founding of the United States!

As the saying goes, the longer a person is repressed, the more intense he is released. If he succeeds in reelection, I'm afraid many people in the White House will have bad luck.

Four years ago, Joel Nash was targeted by all parties and not recognized by voters because of his low vote rate. Many people regard him as a passer-by. Now, his support rate is close to 45% and is still rising at a considerable speed. Competitor Thomson has also revealed that he has Alzheimer's disease. It can be said that the winner is in his hands.

Once he succeeds, this time he will take back power and become the real master of the White House, rather than the "lucky guy" ridiculed by all parties. What will he do when he is in power?

Revenge, for sure!

There's no doubt about it!

War, which President doesn't fight.

These are the essential attributes of being an "excellent" president. Judging from his attitude towards Amanda, the peacemaker who plays the role of pig and eats tiger and keeps silent seems to be more ruthless.

In a remote villa in Washington state, Joel Nash with a canvas bag pushes the front door and walks into the living room.

In the luxurious living room, a handsome young white man in his twenties sits cross legged, his body strangely suspended in the air. His eyes are closed, his fingers are behind his ears, and his bright forehead is shining black and red from time to time.

A kind of inexplicable authority emanated from him.

Joel Nash didn't speak. He put the canvas bag on the table, lit a cigar, and inhaled it without expression. Soon, the ground was full of soot, and the meditative youth opened his eyes. His black and golden vertical pupils sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted, just like the devil in hell, which was extremely terrifying.

the youth glanced at the canvas bag on the table and said, "well done 。”

Joel Nash sneered, "don't lose it. I don't want to wipe your ass every time."

The youth also sneered, "if you don't want to, let's change, I'll be the president, you'll be the beast."

"It's your duty to protect me."

"Shit, if I didn't go out of my way to help you out, you could be president."

Joel Nash shrugged. "You're me. I'm you. Why do you have to be so clear?"

"That's why I want to change it."

The young man put out his tongue and licked his lips, with sick Madness on his face,

"you can experience my hard work, and I can enjoy your fun, such as Vanessa Charming goblin, I haven't seen her for several years. She has grown so big. I can't restrain her instinct as soon as I see her. This body's will tells me that he wants to press your daughter on the bed and trample her. This is also my idea. What do you think? "

Joel sat on the sofa and said, "don't kill people, or it won't end."

"Don't worry, I won't kill anyone. I will ravage her, torture her body, enslave her soul, and make her fall in love with me. At that time, I will bring her to you and let her feel the beauty of the world."

The young man giggled, his face distorted, confused and full of endless malice.

Joel Nash seems to be used to the other party's madness. He flicks his cigarette into the garbage can and goes on,

"Luke Shaw, what are you going to do with it?"

Hearing this name, the ferocity of the youth disappeared in an instant. His eyes half narrowed and he released the murderer. "He must die in my hands. Only by killing him can I erase the humiliation in my heart."

Joel Nash put his hands around his chest and said curiously,

"he really defeated you. Although you are only half of my strength, you are also an ancient demon. You will be defeated by stupid, low-level and cowardly human beings."

He said, chuckling. "It's so interesting. I really want to see what you look like at that time."

"Shut up, old bastard. I'm stronger than you. You're the part that splits out."

"Is it?"

Joel Nash got up slowly. Mysterious blood lines appeared on his forehead. The breath of terror came out of him. The air was creeping, as if there was a terrible force surging out. At this moment, time became slow.

"Come on, give it a try, let you know who is the boss."

The young man opened his mouth and showed his tusks. You look at me and I look at you. Even if the momentum is very different, he would not step back.

Two minutes later, Joel Nash put up his strength and waved his hand dully,

"a fool is a fool. No wonder you are defeated by human beings. A guy like you who doesn't know how to advance or retreat will end up dead. If it wasn't for me, you would have been gone."The young man said in a cold voice, "I am you and you are me. Don't think you are very smart. That human is not easy to deal with. If you let him know your identity, next time, you will beg me."

"Ridiculous

Joel Nash extremely disdained, "a human frightens you like this. Even if he controls the mysterious flame, I am the president of the United States, the most powerful person on earth. There are 10000 ways to kill him."

After that, he untied the canvas bag and patted it twice on the jar,

"look, don't lose it again."

The young man snorted heavily. It wasn't his fault. If it wasn't for Joel Nash's family, he would not have been targeted by the FBI.

Damn old bastard, it's like this every time. When he has a problem, he carries the pot by himself. It's always him who suffers, and it's him who enjoys.

Unwilling to burn in the heart of anger, gradually into deep resentment.

Joel Nash was too lazy to pay attention to him. When he finished, he turned and left.

No one would have thought that the president of the United States, who is working hard for the election, would come to such a remote place alone.

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Conference room, FBI headquarters.

The meeting had been held for five minutes, but no one spoke. The huge room was silent, quieter than the cemetery.

Jack Harvey's face was overcast, and his bloodshot pupils scanned the heads of departments. Because of the White House, the FBI was not monolithic, but this time, no one stood up.

Soft is afraid of hard, hard is afraid of horizontal, horizontal is afraid of not fatal!

Jack Harvey, who is at a dead end, is the one who lost the stone pot and lost the capital to fight with the president. Once the latter is re elected, he will be the first to clean up.

This is the outcome that everyone can think of, and it's going to happen.

Jack Harvey's done. He's going to die. It's ugly.

PS: I forgot to send yesterday's leave. Today, I added: temporary party, one day off!