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At this moment, Ike didn't know about it; if he knew, he didn't care.

Because, recently, he is preparing for his big wedding.

Mrs. Williams urged him to try on clothes every day, and the clothes were free. In order to compete for the right to make the wedding dress of the great god, the major American brand industries almost broke their heads.

Every day, Mr. President of a well-known clothing brand comes to visit.

Like Chanel, Verizum, Louis Vuitton, the presidents of these companies come almost every day. There are even "ELLE" in France, "MISS-SIXTY" in Italy, "MANGO" in Spain...

Ike is at the mercy of others every day like a puppet.

As for the US government, it is also busy with this matter.

White House.

President Trump holds meetings with senior officials every day, either to discuss the list of guests, or to discuss the location of the auditorium and the layout of the wedding.

It is reported that in order to win the ownership of the Great God's wedding church, the current pope of Christianity even traveled thousands of miles from the Vatican.

Unfortunately, the U.S. government justly rejected him.

How could the little national treasure of the United States go to the Vatican to get married? Even if the pope is the officiant, it is impossible!

Ike is our American nation, not a denomination!

In the end, the Pope of Christianity, Benedict XVI, could only return with regret.

three days later.

After intense discussions, the White House finally discussed the location of the wedding hall.

One of the ten cathedrals in the world - St. John's Cathedral in New York, USA.

The officiant is—the current President of the United States, Trump!

When the result fell, Trump's laughter could be heard throughout the White House.

What an honor!

Once you have this identity, your personal relationship with the Great God will be improved again in the future. Not to mention the potential influence behind this identity, even if I retire in the future, the major consortiums will have to give themselves face.

Who would dare not give it to Ike, the officiant? !

That afternoon.

A military order was sent from the White House to the U.S. Military Department. Subsequently, the U.S. military began to deploy the army into New York and began to deploy security defenses.

Meanwhile, U.S. ambassadors abroad are also busy.

They submitted their credentials to the governments of various countries. The credentials are a golden invitation letter, inviting the heads of state to come to New York, USA on December 25 to attend the grand wedding of Ike and Miss Alice.

After receiving this invitation letter in the name of credential, the governments of various countries also began to get busy.

They need to prepare a precious gift for the Great God!

For example: the Chinese government.

They were discussing whether to send another pair of giant pandas to the Great God.

...

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

FBI Agent Moulton's cell phone rang.

After Moulton picked up the phone, after saying a few words, he handed the phone to Ike who was trying on clothes.

"It's Mr. Hughes' call!"

Ike nodded and took the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Hughes!"

There was a burst of hearty laughter on the phone: "Little Ike, hello! How about letting me be your best man?"

"Forehead……"

Ike was dumbfounded.

"Although I'm a bit older, do we still need to care about these things?"

"Forehead……"

"If you don't speak, it's a default! Well, let's make a decision like this! On Christmas, I will be your best man!"

After finishing speaking, Hughes hung up the phone quickly, for fear that the little guy would go back on his word.

Ike returned the phone to Moulton depressed, and then continued to try on clothes.

After a while, Moulton's cell phone rang again.

Moulton picked up the phone, and then handed the phone to Ike.

"It's the former President - Mr. Obama!"

Ike took the phone again with a sad face.

"Hello, Mr. Obama!"

"Hey, little Ike, I wish you a happy wedding in advance! By the way, is your best man selected? How about I come to be your best man? Although I am over 50 years old, age is not a problem! We Friendship is more important than anything!"

Ike replied softly: "Sorry, sir! Hughes just called and said he was best man!"

There was no movement on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, Obama said depressedly: "Okay, then let Mr. Hughes be the one!"

After speaking, Obama tragically hung up the phone.

Ike was also speechless, and handed the phone to Moulton again.

at this time.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

The phone rang again.

Fuck, who is this?

Ike immediately pressed the answer button: "Hi, hello! I'm Ike!"

"Hi! Little Ike, hello! I am the current Secretary of State Tillerson. I wish you a happy wedding! Excuse me, may I take the liberty of recommending myself to be your best man?"

Ike: "I'm sorry, sir! I already have a best man, Mr. Hughes!"

"Oh, sorry to bother you!"

"It's okay, goodbye sir!"

"Goodbye, little prodigy!"

After a while, another call came in, another call came in...

"Hello, little prodigy, I am the Chief of Staff of the Federal Army—Mark Milley..."

"Hello, little prodigy, I am the commander of the Federal Air Force Command——Herbert..."

"Hello, little prodigy, I'm Rockefeller..."

"Hello, little prodigy, I am the Secretary-General of the United Nations..."

"Hello, little prodigy, this is the Seattle Police Chief: O'Toole, do you remember me? Can I join my husband at your wedding?"

Ike was numb when he answered the phone.

For a whole hour, my mouth was dry.

Ike looked at Moulton with complaining eyes, and seemed to say: Brother, isn't your cell phone a high-secret agent number? Why does everyone in the world know your number?

Feeling the great god's complaint, Moulton also wanted to cry but had no tears.

There is no way, because of your birth, now our FBI has become a sieve. The intelligence ministries of various countries and major consortiums are trying to find ways to stuff people into it. No matter how much our FBI censors, we can't handle it.

Why!

Ike rubbed his bitter face and returned the phone to Morton.

at this time!

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

Ike was furious.

Nima, who is this? Is it over yet? I won't pick it up, you pick it up yourself!

Moulton quickly picked up the phone.

"Moulton, this is James (the current director of the FBI)! Is Mr. Ike there? Ask him to turn on the TV and watch the current news! Something big happened in France!"

The roar was so loud that Moulton's ears buzzed. Next to him, Ike also heard the voice of the FBI director.

Fuck, what happened to me in France?

At this time, Moulton's subordinates rushed in from outside with a laptop.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of the two, the notebook was opened.

A shocking news picture came into the eyes of the two:

Champ de Mars, Paris, France.

A strange man is standing on the Eiffel Tower. The man was wearing a black suit with a sinister hydra pattern embroidered on it.

Sudden!

He raised his right hand and pointed to the Eiffel Tower below.

At this moment, the earth shook.

The all-metal Eiffel Tower shook violently. In an instant, the entire iron tower instantly disintegrated and turned into countless steel particles.

In Ike's frowning eyes, and in the astonished eyes of people all over the world, the endless steel particles began to reorganize rapidly, reorganizing into a line of English text.

The words hang in the sky, and the man is standing on the first letter of that line of words.

"The French government immediately hand over the leader of the hungry wolf mercenary group to me, otherwise Paris will become a purgatory on earth!"

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