Chapter 490 What do you think? What do you look at?
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!"
In the White House presidential office, Clinton stared at him and fell on the boss's chair, his suit being messy. , sweating on the end.
There was a newspaper on the table in front of him.
The Mexican Pioneer, the front page headline is: "Clinton, the President of the United States hidden in the sewer!"
The whole article is full of shameful things. If this is the case, then he will not be angry. He can even use legal weapons to seek justice for his reputation.
But...
The interviewee was Angel Urenia. The reporter was afraid that the audience would not know who it was, so he thoughtfully marked his former identity.
It's completely sold out now!
Sales alone are as high as 700,000 copies!
After breaking through the siege in the paper media, other Mexican media hurriedly followed, but at this time they could only eat some leftovers.
And the newsmen from the United States next door have also reprinted...
In addition to this, TV news and entertainment tabloids also inserted it, and in an instant...
Foeu Weiss Brooke's name resounded throughout the country.
It's just two days.
It is said that Cuban state television has started broadcasting.
Clinton, who was originally killed by his wife in the bombing, played the emotional card and finally gained a foothold, is now shaking again.
He was a little out of control and roaring like a madman in the office...
Secret Service Director Ritch Miller looked at him with complicated eyes.
He was in pain...
In fact, Angel is also a contribution to his ability to live, and he is secretly protecting him in the dark. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be easy to kill someone without power?
He has a very good relationship with Angel, but sometimes... the reality is so helpless.
"Look for someone to kill them, Richie!"
"Anger Urenia is a traitor, he betrayed the United States..."
Hearing this , Ritchie Miller couldn't help but speak, "Sir, he did not betray the beauty..."
"He betrayed me!"
"I am the United States, I am the government!"
Who knew that Rich Miller had not finished speaking, and Clinton interrupted suddenly He shouted at him angrily.
The Director of the Secret Service looked at him in shock...
He has had a relationship with the other party for more than ten years and has always been gentle and elegant. Of course, he has been angry with him, but he is so hysterical , like...
A mad dog who lost his wisdom.
This adjective flashed through his mind.
Clinton smashed the table with his hands, his eyes were scarlet and he was panting, "Let me find someone to kill them, CIA or FBI..."
Ritchie Miller As if he was coming to anger the other party, he said, "The two departments have suffered a major blow in Mexico and may not be able to do so for the time being..."
" Then look for it from the black market, 1 million? 2 million? 500 Ten thousand! ”
"I don't believe that you can't kill them even if you have money."
"Sir, calm down..."
"I can't calm down!"
Clinton got off the table I walked around and stood directly in front of Ritchie Miller, with crazy eyes, "I have been struggling for decades to get to this position. I can't lose. If I lose, I will have nothing. I haven't Make money for capitalists, will they let me go if I go down? "
"I will have a sudden illness tomorrow!" "
As he was talking, he seemed to be scared and actually... he actually cried.
This made Ritchie Miller feel helpless.
Clinton grabbed his hand, "Help me, Ricci, I'm the only one now, help me, because of our relationship for so long, help me, help me, help me. ”
A handful of snot and tears.
If this were the case before, Ritchie Miller might feel a little guilty, but since Angel was abandoned by him, he was actually only afraid of Clinton...
friend?
Comrade?
Even lover?
It's all optional for him.
He gave up, so when will he give up on himself?
I'll help you find someone to kill him. If it fails or things get big, wouldn't you just push me out?
After doing some things, people will remember them!
Ritchie Miller is not a fool. He pulled his hand back, looked at Clinton's eyes, and shook his head, "The Secret Service still has some work, I'll go and be busy first, calm down, sir, God will bless you."
After he said that, he left the office in the other party's shocked and angry eyes.
Oh, I didn't forget to bring the door with me before leaving.
Clinton was so angry that he trembled. He grabbed the documents on the table and smashed them on the ground, trying to lift the table, but this thing was very heavy, so how could he have the strength...
Enough all his strength to practice I've lived.
"Bastard! bastard!!"
He roared in the office and got up tremblingly. No, he couldn't just give up. He wanted to find someone to clarify. These are all slander.
He wanted to make a call, but looking at the broken phone line, he angrily stepped on the phone with his feet and cursed.
Suddenly...
His pupils shrank, and he began to sweat coldly, and he began to tremble.
Clinton trembled and pulled open the drawer, and saw a paper bag on the bottom layer. On top was a lion stepping on the earth on both sides, but with the "two lions stepping on the earth" in the golden triangle "It's different, it's colorful, and the lion has wings.
The next one reads: "Hell No. 2!"
The new drug produced by Ye Zhenli is circulating around the world, while the No. 2 is mainly aimed at having money and power. the person.
Since the beginning of the US-Mexico War, this guy actually wants to get up and cause trouble, but...
The soldiers I found could not beat the local National Guard, but were almost wiped out. Ye Zhenli is so awesome, you It's just a rifle, and small rapid-fire guns have begun to be installed on Hummers.
Mexican Military Industry: RMK30 automatic recoilless cannon!
What are you trying to beat?
You drug dealer has no future...
It is said that Ye Zhenli took his people to Guatemala, and of course some people also said they had gone to the United States, but who knew that his "Hell 1" made him a lot of money.
The world drug dealers are caring!
The 10-USD Hell 1 can increase the price by 60 times if you transport it to northern Mexico. If you are lucky to go to Cuba, you can reach 130 times. Of course, the premise is that you have life.
But there is never a shortage of desperate people in this world.
When did Clinton start taking drugs?
Maybe it was when I was studying. (Really, he is taking drugs.)
There are several modes of "Hell 2". Unpacking it, there is an injection syringe inside, and Clinton pricks his arm... >
"Ah~"
A ecstatic voice sighed from his mouth.
It's bad!
It's really bad...
The US President takes drugs in the office!
One was not enough, and he took off two more...
The injection volume was a little too large, and it occupied the high ground of reason. He was a little hot and took off his clothes in a daze. His eyes began to be confused...
The hundreds of women he had played with appeared in front of him...
They were smiling at him in bikinis...
Clinton stood up with a slight smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to hug each other, but the other party flashed, dodged, and hooked towards him hand.
He took off his clothes one by one and was so naked...
Then, he opened the door and walked out!
This is the West Wing office, outside is an office area group, and a group of White House staff are working...
"Anna, pour me a cup of coffee, thank you..." A white woman was busy in front of the computer wearing glasses, calling out to her assistant, but the other party did not respond. She turned around in confusion and saw the other party standing. His face looked in one direction in horror.
The white woman stood up in confusion...
I saw Clinton walking out naked, and she kept laughing. "OMG!"
And in the window next to it, a black male picked up the camera from the drawer...Click, the sound was very crisp at this time.
"No photos are allowed! Everyone sits down!"
The secret service agent who rushed over quickly took off his suit and was about to cover Clinton, but the other party was completely sucked and hugged him directly Then the other party started kissing.
"Sir, sir..."
"OMG! OMG! Pull him away, damn..."
"Quick, he's X, he took off my pants ! ”
The bodyguard of the Secret Service rushed away Clinton, and Ritchie Miller, who was rushing to see this scene, was completely disappointed.
Clinton...
It's also a waste!
"Turn back to the office and call the doctor." He gave the order decisively, then looked at the staff in the work area and squinted, "Everyone is not allowed to leave for the time being, and if anyone takes a photo, He wanted to delete it."
After he gave the order, he went to see Clinton with a gloomy face.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Staff, look at me, I look at you...
Hi!
Watched a good show for free.
The president runs in office area.
"I feel that the United States has no way out. I actually have the urge to leave the United States." An old cow with deep qualifications shook his head and said to himself.
The voice is not light, and many people hear it.
No one refuted...
I couldn't refute anymore.
Ritchie Miller walked into the office and saw the needle on the ground at a glance. He was furious and shot Clinton hard, making the other party bruised and swollen.
The bodyguards in the Secret Service next to them didn't dare to come up to persuade them, so they could only look at each other.
After getting tired of playing, Ritchie Miller let go of his hand, pulled off the work card on his chest, threw it on Clinton's face, and left without saying a word. "Director...Director, you are." A bodyguard couldn't help asking.
"No more, it's embarrassing!"
Ritchie Miller left. Seeing him walk out, the staff who were originally talking in a low voice suddenly became quiet, and everyone He closed his mouth, but his eyes were very gossipy.
Alas...
Fallen from above, there is no shame at all.
He walked downstairs, stood at the door, raised his head, and looked at the misty sky, and was a little confused for a moment...
At this moment, the cell phone in his underwear rang.
He didn't want to answer, but the other party was persistent...
"Hey." "Ricky, long time no see." The familiar voice from the opposite side made his pupils froze.
"Anger..."
"Do you think Clinton's X-ba is ugly? Hahaha, I never thought a president would take drugs to this level."
>
? ! ! !
"How do you know!" Ritchie Miller said in shock.
Anger sat in the office, holding coffee, "Mexico's greatness is intoxicating, so naturally many people are willing to join us to overthrow the tyranny."
Who in the world is not familiar with me!
Ritchie Miller was really scared and ordered the blockade himself, and then the other party knew in a blink of an eye. What does this mean?
It means that the Secret Service and even the President are Victor's people.
Is this so great?
It turns out that all my efforts were like ridicule under the other party's eyes.
"Come to Mexico, Richie, you are only 40 years old. The United States cannot let you fulfill your political ideals. Mexico can. Come on, I have applied to the general. He welcomes you very much. You can go to the army to train special soldiers, or you can come to the North American Affairs Bureau to serve as deputy director. "
Anger's affectionate invitation.
"I am American!"
"Your grandpa is French, your mother is Nigerian, brother... you are immigrant, authentic Americans have become scalp and hidden in the museum."
"…"
" You resigned, do you think Clinton can let you go? No, he will not let everyone who knows this secret today, you... are not far from death!"
Ritchie Miller The pupils shrank. "It doesn't matter if you die, your child and your wife, just like me, hahaha!"
Angel's laughter across from him was very similar to the villain.
"You think about it yourself. There is not much time, but it's better to hurry up. People from our intelligence department will not rescue a dead person."
After saying that, Hang up the phone.
Ritchie Miller's hand was still in front of his ears, his eyes were a little distracted.
Anger Office.
Casarai sat on the sofa with his eyebrows raised, "Will he come?"
"Who knows? He's the way, it depends on himself whether he comes or not."
Ka Fatty nodded when he heard this, and the topic turned to other topics, "Is the buying list of the United States and Canada listed?"
"It's still listed, I need funds."
"Yes, I will allocate 6 million US dollars to you. I hope your North American Bureau will do a beautiful job. The most important thing is that the general wants to make a big deal and get the Canadians out first. That place is too peaceful and not in our interests. Trouble them."
"North America only needs a stable Mexico."
Angel nodded vigorously, "Leave it to me!"
A "American traitor" is indeed easy to use, no, at this time It should be called a comrade in Mexico!
…
Manhattan District, New York City, USA.
At the junction of First Avenue and East 42nd Street.
Joachim Ribbintrov looked up at the United Nations headquarters building in front of him, and the Mexican representative to the United Nations smiled.
After him, there were thirty or forty men and women in black suits, each with pride on his face, and they called back! "Mr. Joachim, what does Mexico's re-entering of the United Nations mean?" The reporter next to him handed over the microphone.
"It means that hegemony has an influence on the world like shit. We told everyone that the United States is a paper tiger."
Very aggressive.
The reporters also wanted to ask, but were pushed away by the bodyguard.
Joachim Ribbintrov walked in with people, and the neat footsteps made many people turn back.
He took the people to the depths of the corridor, where there were no reporters.
I just saw a scene...
The Cubans and Americans faced each other at the door, and the atmosphere was a little stiff. "Are you welcoming me? Gentlemen!" Joachim Ribbintrov called out and walked over.
The Cubans were surprised when they saw the Mexicans, while the Americans looked gloomy. "Hmph!" The US representative snorted coldly.
"Are you unconvinced?"
The Cuban representative opposite suddenly shouted, "Mr. Joachim, he despises you!"
"Oh?"
>Joachim Ribbintrov raised his brow and walked over. He was already tall, standing opposite the Americans, squinting his eyes and smirking, "Do you don't respect me?"
The Cuban stood beside him, holding his head up, pointing at the American, looking like he wanted a CNM.
Have you seen it...
My elder brother is here!
What do you want, what are you looking at!
…
(This chapter ends)