If the toughness was only one of the climaxes of this press conference, then the end of the conference was the second climax.
When the press conference was about to end, Mr. Trumann raised his hand again and gestured for the press conference to quiet down.
He looked at everyone calmly as he sorted out the materials in his hands. "Before that, I have one more thing to tell you and everyone else.
"We will continue to push forward national issues, but revenge will not stop because of this.
"The life of every citizen of the Federation is incomparably precious. We will not let anyone who kills a citizen of the Federation escape the punishment of the law!
"If the crime scene can't solve this problem, we will!"
At this time, Mr. Trumann, who had already packed up his things, handed the documents to his assistant with a faint smile. "The press conference ends here. Goodbye..."
After a brief moment of bewilderment, the reporters suddenly came to their senses. Was this … to take revenge first, and then talk about diplomatic issues?
They did not know if their guess was right, but they became even crazier!
When Mr. Trumann returned to his office, he directly told his secretary not to answer anyone's call except for Mr. President.
Mr. President's call could come in because his position was unstable. It had nothing to do with his own results or the support of the people.
If Mr. President felt that he could not do it, then he could not do it. Not answering the phone was obviously a very bad signal among the many 'no's.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the secretary's phone rang crazily.
As soon as he sat down, Mr. President called.
"What did you mean by those last words?"
This time, he did not even bother with a subtle greeting and went straight to the point.
Mr. Trumann said very calmly, "Let's get rid of those murderers first and make some things true. This way, we can have more initiative in diplomatic matters."
Mr. President's voice was a little anxious. "We agreed to maintain this attitude, not to use force!"
Trumann's words made him a little uneasy. Using force would make people uneasy, and he was like that now.
He had to consider some of the changes brought about by using force, changes in society, changes in public opinion, changes in the political system, changes in the international community...
There were too many things he needed to consider. If he was not careful, Congress would impeach him. The Conservative Party had just been impeached, and now they might be preparing to impeach him, the Progressive Party.
He was also a little angry that Trumann did not tell him in advance. He felt that he had been deceived and was very passive.
In addition to asking for an explanation, he also wanted to vent his anger and vent the dissatisfaction in his heart.
In fact, Mr. Trumann had already prepared his speech. He had a deep understanding of the president and knew how to deal with the current situation.
"I'm not the one pushing for this, Mr. President."
"Actually, not long ago, I just found out that Mr. Geruno hired Blackstone Security to launch a military attack. They took care of these people and found some additional evidence. You'll see it in two days at most."
When Mr. Trumann said the name "Geruno", the President was suddenly speechless.
If he was talking about a politician, it didn't matter if he was inside or outside the party. He could just close the door and release the party whip to make the other party unlucky.
However, whether it was Geruno or Lynch, they were not people to be trifled with, especially the former.
They had money, status, background, and power!
The chairmen of both the Conservative Party and Progressive Party committees were personal friends of Mr. Geruno. He was the one with the real power in the Federation.
The anger in his body was instantly sucked out, and the President calmed down. "You mean they've already made their move?"
"Yes, Mr. President, they've already made their move."
The President was a little angry. He was the highest ruler of the country in name, but he had no way of controlling the country completely. Someone had actually bypassed him and launched a military attack.
This time, it was just revenge against some gangsters. What if they directly launched a war the next time?
Those capitalists were too rich. As long as they were willing to spend money, they could get people to fight for them.
"Why didn't anyone inform me?"
His mind was in a mess, and he felt offended.
The two gentlemen thought that this was a "business" between them, and there was no need to inform you.
Then, Mr. Truman heard the sound of something breaking on the other side of the phone, and the president's breathing became a little heavier.
"If they want to attack the Presidential Palace one day, does that mean they don't have to inform any of us?"
"Shut that thing down! Yes, Black Rock Safety! Shut it down!"
The President's voice was a little out of tune.
The news that the capitalists had bypassed him to launch a military operation really scared him. It was really scary. He subconsciously wanted to solve the root cause of all this. As long as he turned off the Black Rock Security, wouldn't everything be over?
"Mr. President, I'll explain this in detail to you in your office. When are you free?"
"Now!"
After Mr. Trumann hung up the phone, he thought for a while and called Lynch. He felt that Lynch should also mention this matter to him.
After all, Lynch's interests were involved. He couldn't represent Lynch. If something unexpected happened, it would be devastating for their small group.
Not long after, Lynch and Trumann arrived at the Presidential Palace together.
"What's going on here?"
As soon as they walked into the President's office, Lynch curiously glanced at the workers who were moving things and painting the walls.
He remembered that there was a gray carpet on the ground, but it was gone now. A worker was repairing and painting the walls.
Mr. Trumann thought of the cracking sound from the phone not long ago. Maybe it was coffee.
"It's not convenient here for the time being. Come inside with me!"
Mr. President did not seem to be as angry as he appeared on the phone. He did not seem to be angry. Of course, this was also the most basic self-restraint of a politician. He had to restrain his emotions in the deepest part of his heart, not on his face.
The three of them entered the lounge through a door. After closing the door, it was completely quiet.
It was said that even if a bomb was used to bombard this room, there wouldn't be any accidents in a short period of time. Therefore, this place was also called the "safe room".
There was enough food and water in the cupboard in the corner, as well as some emergency supplies.
It wasn't clear if anyone could bombard Bu Penn from outside, but the supplier of these things definitely thought so.
"Lynch, tell me, did you find those people and kill them?"
The President suppressed his emotions and stared at Lynch.
It was rare to see the President in a serious state. In the past, he was always smiling. This was the first time Lynch saw him being serious. He even had the dignity that a President should have.
Of course, this bit of prestige was nothing in front of Lin Qi.
He nodded. "Of course, this is a task given to me by Mr. Geronimo. It's normal for the company's employees to complete the task according to the contract. I don't think there's anything wrong with it."
"But your actions may trigger a war, Lynch, do you know that?"
The President's voice was fast and anxious. "This is not a joke. Your people went to other countries to kill their citizens. This can be seen as an invasion!"
"If a war happens because of this, you'll be a sinner of the country, Lynch!"
Mr. Trumann was about to say something, but Lynch raised his hand to stop him. "Mr. President, if we have to remain cautious and humble in the face of the provocation of a weak country, this will be a persecution of the people of the Federation."
"This will set a bad example internationally. Those countries will unscrupulously plunder the wealth of the Federation's businessmen because they know that we are a weak Federation."
"Even if they slap us in the face and we don't dare to fight back, they won't give us any respect."
"You won't respect any b * tch because you know that as long as you spend money, you can solve the problem. As long as you spend enough money, you can even whip her!"
"It's the same in the international community. If you take a step back, others won't take a step back in return. They will only push you further."
"Survival space is always limited. We have to fight for it. If we fight for it, there will be conflicts."
"Gevra is such a small country. It's not because they reason with people all day long. Civilization may be an indispensable support for glory, but force is the flame that ignites glory, Mr. President!"
"In addition, you don't have to worry about the nature of this matter at all. If an accident does happen, everything will be borne by me and Mr. Geronimo."
At this point, the President could only glare at him and then start to think about some questions.
"What benefits do you plan to gain from Suge?"
Lynch and Trumann looked at each other. The latter said, "The relationship between the central government and the local government is severed. We can use this severed relationship to gain some benefits for us."
"For example, we can ask them to open up the market and ask them to rent a piece of land for us to build a military base."
"We have a lot of gold miners looking for gold mines in the mountains of Suge. Although there is no news of gold mines, they have bauxite and copper mines. These are all what we need …"
The President's mind flashed with the image of Najalil. There was no doubt that this place would become the second Najalil.
He began to seriously consider the feasibility of this matter. After all, as Lynch said, they were already f * cking dead. There was no value in discussing whether this was appropriate or not.
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Last issue: The remote control is wired.
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My friend Zhen Yu's new book, The Strange Immortal Cultivation of the Republic of China. It's very, very good. It's so good that I can't eat.