Marvel’s Princess Becomes King

"Sir, there is a communication request in the bunker." A school official in charge of communication ran over to report.

No matter how healthy the old Wiley is, his essence is still the retired old worker. The position of Vice President was originally a mascot. No one had any hope of him, but everyone still looked at him subconsciously.

"Take it, take it in." He stammered a bit.

What appeared on the display was an Asian man with very obvious features. As for which country is he from? They still can't tell.

The other party is fluent in English.

"Mr. Vice President."

"What do you want?" Old Willie didn't say anything at all, so he could only speak by himself.

The Asian man on the screen said: "Withdraw the Seventh Fleet and withdraw the 55,000 soldiers stationed in South Korea. You are limited to do these two things within twelve hours. If you dare not do it, if you dare to take Any move to retake the White House, you have to..."

Old Willie ignored the look of the officials on the side and interrupted him: "We can't just recall the fleet like this, it's too childish!"

The Asian man sneered: "If you don't execute, I will execute your officials one by one, and the last one will be your president! Remember my words, these two things must be done well before dawn tomorrow!"

In the next second, he disconnected the communication on the other end, leaving everyone in the Pentagon in silence.

"We must rescue the President." Old Willie was the first to speak.

Several generals in the military are a bit dissatisfied. Are you a mascot speaking at this time? Does it fit?

Neither the army nor the navy are willing to withdraw their troops. The benefits involved are too great.

"Mr. Vice President, we have to consider the position of our allies. If we withdraw, the Asia-Pacific will instantly lose control."

"Mr. Vice President, the people in South Korea still need our support. The source of the biochemical virus has not yet been found. I don't think Mr. President wants his six months of work to be completely overthrown, right?"

Everyone said everything. For their own interests, they did not agree with the withdrawal. It is not difficult to guess how many people think. Anyway, there are still twelve hours to consider. Let's make a total of them first. Even if something really happens, change the president if something happens! Benjamin Asher’s impression of them is not as good as before.

"Who is the guy who just spoke?" Old Willie asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

The old man stared, his gaze swept across the faces of several intelligence supervisors.

He sighed in his heart. It's normal for a retired worker like me to not know that product. You don't know those in charge of intelligence work either? Are you pigs!

"Sir, we are conducting a facial comparison. It will take a while." The FBI chief replied bitterly.

Old Willie didn't know what to do, let alone any constructive suggestions. He sat in a chair and was silent for a long time before instructing the staff on the side to make him a cup of coffee.

At this time, he missed the old guys in the steel plant very much. How happy everyone is to chat with nonsense! Catch the ducks and let him rescue the hostages, or rescue the President of the United States? Is this a joke? How can he do this before!

He watched everyone's expressions carefully, and wanted to find a hint on whoever's face, just one point.

This search made him see Charlie, who was extremely silent.

Charlie's resume is very beautiful. The grass-roots sheriff has worked for 16 years, and the Los Angeles Police Department has reached the highest point step by step. After more than 20 years of police time, he has solved countless major and important cases.

Although he had been hunting and fishing in the mountains for the first sixteen years, and in the following years, Bella, Natasha, and even the black marinated eggs were secretly helping to open the game, but everyone didn't know! At this time, in the eyes of Old Willie, the senator should have a wealth of experience in rescuing hostages.

"Mr. Senator, do you have any opinion?" The old man asked directly by name.

Charlie was shocked, wouldn't he? you ask me?

You let me, the Democratic presidential candidate four years later, say how to save the current Republican president?

He is aspiring to be president in four years. This is not a secret, and there is no need to keep it secret. Basically, he knows everything he needs to know.

Charlie doesn’t want to be involved in this matter. It doesn’t matter if he does it well or if he doesn’t do it well, he has been pretending to be small and transparent. Everyone knows that no one will break this layer of window paper, and no one will ask. he.

At this moment Old Willie's question pushed him to the front of the stage.

The deputy army staff and the female director of the Secret Service who had invited him into the conference room had to speak to resolve their embarrassment.

"Mr. Senator, I remember three years ago, you escaped from the White House tunnel with President Sawyer? Can we use this tunnel to save people?" asked the Army Deputy Chief of Staff.

Then there is a hidden tunnel below? Old Willie didn't know about it, and no one had ever talked about it to him. At this time, he quickly looked at Charlie.

Charlie hurriedly dodged: "I was so panicked that I didn't remember the way at all. You should ask President Sawyer about this question, and... and I heard President Sawyer said that when the White House was rebuilt later, The tunnel has been repaired."

His words are not entirely evasive. Theoretically, after using this tunnel once, it will definitely be redesigned and a new one will be dug to avoid being used by the enemy.

Everyone also agreed with this statement. This thing can only be repaired by the predecessor, and the current president has no time or time to repair anything.

They hurriedly called to contact the black president~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the black president had no official status and went out early. There was no decree that the previous president must turn on the phone 24 hours a day and wait for the call. After all, it was the previous country. The leader, not a prisoner, who knows where he went? There was no one to call at midnight.

Charlie urged that he couldn't remember the authentic place, and there was no one on the black president's side. The meeting was deadlocked so far, and no one could do anything about it, except for Old Willie. No one mentioned the withdrawal of troops.

Everyone was very vague about Benjamin Aisha's fall into the enemy's hands.

The time passed every minute and every second.

During the break, Charlie talked with several of his staff about this matter. Several of the staff thought it was feasible. If the Democratic presidential candidate saves the current Republican president, then the next election will be lively. Up.

"Charlie, this matter is good for us. You don't need to go personally. It is not good for you to go personally. You should take command. As long as the rescue operation is successful under your command, then we have a lot of room for maneuver afterwards. It's big, but...Benjamin Aishe must live." The staff member was afraid that he would be a black hand, and specially reminded him.

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