Marvel's princess becomes king

Time entered August 2006. Mr. Whip had yet to respond positively to Charlie’s olive branch. In Parliament, he seemed to be very close to Charlie. The two talked and laughed. In fact, he did not officially Agree to join Charlie's camp.

Throughout August, the Capitol was filled with endless meetings.

After Francis Underwood finished his day's work, he walked out of the Capitol with his briefcase. The Capitol Police officer responsible for his safety and driver quickly opened the car door.

His life was very regular, and even his route to and from get off work had remained the same for twenty years. But today, when the vehicle suddenly turned onto a side road and onto another street, he knew that his habit was about to be broken. .

After the initial panic, he calmed down.

It's useless if he's not calm. Can he, a fifty-year-old politician, beat a young, strong, well-trained driver with a gun?

You can only think about grabbing the steering wheel from the opponent's hand. You can do it in movies, but in reality it is too dangerous. If you die in a traffic accident, Congress may adjourn for three days because of his Those political opponents will most likely die laughing!

The car became more and more remote. Francis Underwood kept looking at the passenger seat in front of him. His handbag was there, and there was a mobile phone in it, but he really didn't know how to snatch the handbag away, and then let this The mutinous driver waited for two minutes so that he could make a distress call.

The vehicle stopped at a bridge pier, and Bella, wearing a plaid shirt and leaning on a red Aston Martin, was waiting for him.

"It's a great car. It's great to have money." Francis Underwood got out of the car calmly, his expression still very calm, and he didn't seem to worry about his own safety.

Bella nodded, accepted the compliment, then took out a check and handed it to Francis Underwood's driver: "Yes, money can accomplish a lot of things. Money has some kind of magical power."

The driver took the check, looked at the numbers on it, looked happy, and drove away without saying a word.

"Your driver has actually been secretly in love with your wife. He hates you. Now I just gave him a reason to leave the whirlpool, and he is free."

Frances Underwood said "Oh" easily: "Is that so? No wonder I think he always looks at me with such complicated eyes. Thank you, Miss Swan."

Bella interrupted: "A week ago, I got my PhD in biology from Oxford."

"Okay, doctor, what do you want from me? Although my driver has some problems, it will cost a lot of money to bribe him, right? I think the Swan family and I are friends, and we can definitely use the atmosphere to A better environment to talk about things, anything.”

Bella went straight to the point: "You hope you can join my father's camp and assist him in entering the White House."

Francis Underwood relied on strong self-discipline to suppress thoughts such as "hillbilly" and "idiot who doesn't understand the rules of the game."

His expression was as sincere as ever, and he said meaningfully: "I respect Senator Swan's political views very much, but campaign work is very rigorous and needs to take into account many factors. Unlike business operations, it is not done with money. It can be solved.”

Bella sneered, "Don't be ridiculous. In this country, what can't be solved by money?"

"I just think you should be on the side of the winner."

This was said a bit bluntly. Francis Underwood's hand holding the briefcase was very strong. He still didn't think Charlie's side was the winning side.

"Mr. Congressman, wait a minute, let me show you some evidence."

"Okay, old people like me are always very patient."

Bella made a phone call, and in less than ten minutes, Freddy, the barbecue restaurant owner who Francis Underwood had known for more than twenty years, appeared in front of him with a large plate of barbecue ribs.

When Francis Underwood took the ribs for no apparent reason, his old friend suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head: "Sorry, Frank, but I...they gave them The money is really...sorry..."

He said sorry and his hands were shaking, but the gun's muzzle did not move at all.

Francis Underwood has no doubt that this old friend he has known for nearly twenty years may have a guilty conscience for a long time after today, but he will definitely shoot today.

Bella said: "Okay, Mr. Freddy, you can go."

"Yes."

The owner of the barbecue restaurant left, followed by Francis Underwood's neighbors, his personal doctor, lawyer, and even the beggar downstairs from his house. He pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head.

These people walked around in front of him like a revolving door, and then left.

"Mr. Congressman, can these things prove that we are powerful? If you think it is not enough, then I can bring in the peach farmers from your hometown...well, South Carolina, but how much does it take for them to take a bus to Washington? In a moment, you can eat the ribs first, it’s a bit cold now, let’s wait here slowly.”

Bella's series of actions made Francis Underwood feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, and there was an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

He had never experienced such a blatant death threat before. Everyone around him could become an enemy. Would he be beaten to death by passers-by who appeared out of nowhere when he walked out of the Capitol?

He carefully considered each word and thought about each word three times in his mind. He didn't say a word stuttering, but it was definitely not fluent: "I don't think... there is no need to alarm them. Cooperation, um, Helping Senator Swan win the election...is the common aspiration of all Democrats and the Democratic Party. This foundation is very good, very good."

He smiled very reluctantly, and Bella snapped her fingers: "Very good, this is indeed a good basis for cooperation. You see, you are good at dealing with troublesome things, and I, I am good at dealing with troublesome people."

Bella opened the door, got in the car, and drove around Frances Underwood for a half circle. Then she seemed to suddenly remember something: "Mr. Congressman, you need to exercise, Charlie." After eight years, maybe I will give away all my political resources to you? I won’t be able to live without good health by then. I think it would be a very good choice for you to run home."

Bella drove away alone, leaving the lonely old politician Francis Underwood standing under the bridge pier in a daze.

Birds didn't poop here, chickens didn't lay eggs, and it was so desolate. He walked for more than half an hour before he caught a taxi, and then returned to his home in a very embarrassed state.