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Russell could only say: "I'm working hard, give me some time."

Jess took the empty glass and asked, "The President of France is coming over next Monday. We will go to the luncheon then. Remember not to drink! Forget it, you are a big shot, the future governor, my governor's daughter It cannot affect your normal communication, and I will drive for you then."

Russell was very happy to see his daughter caring so much: "Okay."

Jess looked into his eyes and arranged based on facts: "Will Washington be under martial law then? I'm not familiar with Washington. Ask about the streets, intersections and specific conditions of martial law so that I can choose a suitable route."

Such a well-behaved and sensible daughter, Russell felt that she must be the first daughter: "No problem, I will ask someone to ask."

Jess smiled: "Ask earlier, so I can prepare."

…………

Ronan came to work at the newspaper as usual. The focus of the newspaper's work these days has been adjusted to US-French relations and the short visit of the French president. Many people are struggling to get tickets to the press conference on the North Lawn. .

But Matt was unmoved.

"Aren't you going?" Ronan asked specifically.

Matt pulled Ronan quietly into the stairwell and asked, "Have you thought about it? These days, the focus of public opinion and politicians is all on the French, and naturally ignore other aspects. We just seized this opportunity to find evidence!"

Ronan had thought about it a long time ago: "It's just the two of us! There are too many people and the news is easy to leak."

Matt said: "Just the two of us! We will set off later, investigate separately, and meet again at noon."

Ronan replied, "Yes."

After greeting the editor-in-chief Howard, the two left the newspaper and went to check the people on the list separately.

Ronan picked a woman named Claire.

Then, it was suggested that Matt choose Peter Russell.

Driving away alone, Ronan cut his finger, sent Matt's appearance to Jess with a blood divination message, and then made another phone call.

Unbeknownst to Matt, while he was targeting Russell, he was also being targeted by Jess.

Jess, in disguise, passed near Matt and looked into his eyes, implanting a programmed seed of consciousness.

Ronan drove around Clare's charity organization, and then ran along the roads between the white house and Andrew's base to familiarize himself with the environment.

I met with Matt at noon, exchanged news about each other, and continued the investigation in the morning.

Jess, dressed as a little sister, passed by Matt again, strengthening the consciousness seeds.

The following day was almost a repeat of the previous day.

Ronan was generally familiar with the terrain, and the seed of consciousness implanted by Jess entered the depths of Matt's mind.

Russell got the martial law plan for Monday. A large number of dignitaries visit Washington every year, and the authorities have a set of mature measures that have been used for many years.

There have been no accidents in the past, and the White House Security Office, the Secret Service and the SAR Police will continue to use it.

After Jess handed it over to Ronan, Ronan also received a notification from Igor and came to the warehouse that night to discuss a specific action plan.

After changing his vest and driving a van, Ronan went directly into the warehouse.

Igor, Olof, and the American named Ryan Gogol and more than a dozen people are already waiting in the warehouse.

Ronan got out of the car and opened the back door of the car: "The weapons are all here."

Igor came over and took a closer look. There were RPG7, RPG29, AT4 recoilless guns, Javelin anti-tank missiles, a large number of grenades, smoke bombs and shock bombs, and various automatic rifles.

"Good! Good!" Igor nodded again and again: "With these, we will definitely succeed!"

Ronan reminded: "You'd better let them get acquainted."

Igor said: "I will conduct simulation training for them."

Several people from law enforcement agencies and ex-military personnel came forward to inspect the weapons.

Ronan came to the side of the warehouse, looked at Igor, Olov, and Gogol, and said, "I got information from my side that the martial law on that day belongs to the usual normal norms."

Igor nodded: "This is not wrong, and the information on my side is the same."

He waved his hands and asked Gogol to stick two municipal maps on the wall: "It is confirmed that the convoy from the Andrew Training Base will start at 05:30 on Monday morning, and they are expected to arrive at the White House before 06:30. It will enter Washington on the east side, and eventually reach the White House on Pennsylvania Avenue."

Ronan came closer to look at the map.

For the success of this plan, the Russian side has used high-level spies, and there is even a danger of being exposed behind. It is composed of elite special service fighters, in addition to the falconer who guards the bald eagle and two security officers."

He pointed on the map: "In the event of an attack, the convoy calls for support. As long as the Andrew Air Force Base is authorized, the armed helicopter can arrive within 5 minutes at most."

Ronan said: "You can't do it in the suburbs. I have seen it in the past two days. The most suitable place to do it is Pennsylvania Avenue. When the convoy turns into the avenue, rely on the buildings on both sides to attack with heavy firepower!"

He specifically said: "The surrounding area of ​​the avenue is full of important merchants and properties of large companies. Even if armed helicopters arrive, they will not easily use missiles and rockets."

Igor nodded: "Don't get too close to the white house, otherwise there will be quick reinforcements there! There will be police and multiple SWATs nearby on standby that day, and this part of the support force must be considered."

Ronan had already prepared: "Don't the protesters in Washington like to protest during major events? Use protesters to attract their attention."

Gogol chimed in: "The authorities are used to these protests."

Ronan looked at Olof: "Can you control Evelyn?"

Olof nodded: "It's easy."

Ronan read the relevant information on Igor and asked Gogol: "Your company does municipal cleaning projects, including Pennsylvania Avenue?"

Gogol guessed Ronan's intention: "Including! Before 06:30 every day, it is normal cleaning time."

Ronan took a picture of the map: "The restaurants and office buildings in this place, I remember that the operators are related to you?"

A short, prematurely decrepit man said, "It's run by my family."

Igor picked up the pen and drew a circle directly on this place.

Ronan looked at the dozen or so people present. In the seed project back then, many people's seeds failed, and some people were at the bottom of society. These are all elites.

How many people would come here without Orlof's seeds?

This seed plan is now working, mainly because of supernatural power.

Ronan and Igor discussed a specific action plan based on the collected information.

Igor even made up his mind to fight and die here!

Of course Ronan didn't want to die. If things didn't go well, he would be the first to run away, and he had prepared several escape routes.

He even made plans to abandon Duke's vest at any time.

Coming out of the warehouse, Ronan called Jess, and the two met and talked about Peter Russell and Sauter's environmental protection organization.

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Early in the morning, the Sauters, who lived in the Arlington Hotel, received a call from Congressman Peter Russell, asking them to meet in the office to discuss some issues in the implementation of political commitments.

The two immediately drove to Washington.

As if to express importance, Russell's daughter Aisha came to greet her in person.

When we met last time, Evelyn heard from the House of Representatives that Russell's daughter planned to stay in Washington for development.

Walking along the long corridor, an old man in a suit approached. Evelyn suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, and unconsciously looked at the old man.

The old man looked at her at the same time.

Evelyn felt her brain twitch, she slightly supported her forehead, and soon returned to normal, and accompanied her husband into Russell's office.

The discussion was still that night, but Peter Russell was ready to step up his support for Mike Short's environmental group.

Peter Russell said: "I have always supported environmental protection, but the protests are not strong enough. You need a bigger occasion to attract more people's attention."

Mike asked, "You support us?"

"I'm not the only one who supports it!" Russell didn't know at all, what popped up in his mind was instilled in by others, so he said directly, "Do you know Frank Underwood?"

Evelyn answered: "Your party whip, Garrett Walker's important campaign aide."

Russell said: "Mr. Underwood admires your ideas very much, and personally confessed that I will support you! You may have seen from the newspapers that Mr. Walker's support rate far exceeds the incumbent's opinion poll."

This couldn't be more obvious. Mike thought for a while and asked, "What do you want us to do?"

Russell said: "On Monday morning, go to the National Mall, near the south side of the White House, and protest that the content is current policy."

He looked at Mike: "Your application is stuck, I can help you pass the application."

This was a political speculation. Mike glanced at his wife, saw that she had no objection, and said, "Yes."

The two chatted about some specific matters, and the Sauters left.

Russell dialed Douglas: "I'm Peter, Mr. Stamp. I persuaded Mike Sauter and instigated him to stand on our side. I need your help with a small job. It's not very difficult, just do it smoothly..."

Without protest crowds, big political events in Washington would lose their character, and Russell quickly got an answer in the affirmative.

After leaving the office, Evelyn, who was a CIA secret agent, immediately notified her superiors about the gathering.

But the superiors didn't take it too seriously, there were too many such gatherings in the past.

Those who are engaged in environmental protection and animal protection are not used to several large-scale protests in Washington a year, and various institutions in Washington are not used to it.

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Monday morning.

It was so dark and dull that the birds could hardly be seen in the blackness.

Flying over the dome of Capitol Hill, a small ball fell from the claws and fell into a hidden corner.

The bird circled, flew over the Washington Monument, and pressed a small mass against the obelisk.

On Pennsylvania Avenue, the Bite Fast Food Restaurant was closed, and the vehicles that came to pick up the garbage went around to the back.

The surroundings were dark, and the few surveillance cameras had already been turned off.

Six people got out of the car, each carrying a bag, entered the back door of the restaurant, and immediately got armed.

Well-armed, equipped with bazookas, recoilless guns, individual anti-tank missiles and Vulcan cannons!

In the hotel diagonally opposite, a man who served as a soldier on the battlefield stayed in a specially selected room during the day, woke up on time at this moment, opened the package he carried with him, and quickly assembled a sniper rifle.

From the room he was in, there was a sweeping view of Pennsylvania Avenue.

In another office building next to it, two cars went around to the back of the building. The newly recruited security guard opened the back door, and eight people with bags quickly entered, choosing the third floor with the best shooting range.

The sky gradually turned from black to white, and when it was just dawn, the vehicles of the cleaning company drove up Pennsylvania Avenue early and began to clean and sprinkle water as they did every day in the past.

These are vehicles that appear on the road every day, everyone is used to seeing them, and no one cares too much.

Even the Washington police officers who came to the intersection ahead of time to monitor the situation just took a look, and then continued to sit in the car and yawn.

When I got up early to be on duty, few people were in high spirits.

Orlof, dressed in cleaning company uniform, sat in the passenger seat of a sweeper.

Everything is the same as usual.

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White Room, Security Office.

Supervisor John had already woken up, called relevant personnel for a morning meeting, and at the same time contacted the control personnel everywhere.

Carol, the female supervisor of the Secret Service, also rushed over.

The two will sit in the security office to coordinate and handle today's security matters.

The reports from various places were quickly summarized by radio, and everything was normal.

John and Carol knew the inside story of today's meeting, and they checked for gaps and made every effort to plug every loophole.

"There has been news from the Office of the Director of Intelligence that Russian intelligence agencies are going to target us." This is what John is most worried about: "The Secret Service also routinely notifies and has received rumors about this, but the Russians have not moved , won’t appear today, will it?”

Carol laughed: "Because of Alexander? John, don't forget, this is Washington!"

John nodded. "Hopefully it's a normal day."

Carroll said: "Since Reagan, Washington has not had a major attack. Reagan was also injured by the Americans. The Russians? After the disintegration of the Red Empire, their spines have been broken! Prevent Ukraine from joining NATO? Noisy Aren't they the ones who want to join NATO?"

She is quite confident: "Washington and the surrounding organizations related to arms are all under the surveillance of the Secret Service and the FBI. Even if the Russians show up, what will they use to kill Alexander? How many rifles and pistols?"

Alexander's convoy not only had bulletproof armored vehicles, but also three non-commissioned officers, fifteen private soldiers, and twenty elites who controlled vehicles and heavy weapons!

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