Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Los Angeles, the most developed city on the west coast of the Federation, is close to the Pacific Ocean and has extremely developed shipping.

Now, it has the potential to become the federal capital.

Since Asgard took Washington as its own and established an embassy, ​​the top federal leaders had to rethink where to put the capital.

New York was first proposed as the first location, but was ruthlessly rejected.

Just kidding, the alien was clearly Lark and was deliberately let in. Now you actually want to make your home in someone else's lair.

It's because your neck is too stiff, or you think he can't lift the knife.

Don't pull us if you want to die.

Don’t even think about Virginia, it’s just a “wall” away from Washington, and if you choose here, officials and gentlemen dare not close their eyes when they sleep at night.

After some verbal battles, it was mainly the president and a few old guys who had a handle in their hands, unanimously decided to place the capital on the west coast thousands of miles away-Los Angeles.

The former Los Angeles government building is now the Federal Interim Presidential Palace.

High-level federal officials and military leaders gathered to discuss stationing troops around Washington.

The door suddenly opened, and a secretary hurriedly entered, walked to a Mediterranean whisper, and handed over a document at the same time.

After hearing this, Mediterranean raised his eyebrows, broke the pen with his big hand, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice;

"It's so arrogant and lawless. It must be rectified."

There was a break in the meeting, and the secretary's entrance had already attracted everyone's attention. Now seeing that Mediterranean was so angry, everyone was curious about what happened.

His old enemy, another vice president, teased: "Vice President Layden, what unpleasant things have happened to you, please tell me, maybe everyone can help you solve it."

During the Chitauri invasion, the Federation's top brass were wiped out, leaving no one to lead the army.

To this end, the Supreme Court passed a new bill to establish a second vice president, who will report on his duties separately and at the same time, so as to avoid the above situation from happening again.

Some people must be curious to ask, in this case, why not just establish a second president.

What a joke, will those in power dig their own graves and take their own lives!

Other unsuccessful candidates for vice president followed suit:

"That's right, Vice President Layden, talk about it. Although we are not as good as you, we are a force that should not be underestimated when we unite. It is not a problem to do small things."

"Yes, just tell me..."

"I am willing to be the first to help..."

Hearing the eccentricity of the crowd, Mediterranean Leiden sneered in his heart, if I hadn't deliberately performed it for you, you would know what a fart.

A group of defeated men.

For now, complete the agreement with Killian first, and then slowly deal with you later.

Following everyone's opinions, he slapped the document on the table and said angrily:

"A group of terrorists broke into the manor in broad daylight, burned, killed and looted. Where is the law and what is the credibility of the Federation, they must all be arrested and shot."

After experiencing the invasion, everyone was particularly sensitive to "terrorists". After hearing this, they stopped running and grabbed the documents to read.

The document begins with a small amount of text, emphasizing the identity of the manor's owner, a billionaire tax collector, and then follows a series of images of dead guards.

"Film camera?"

"It should be, a little vague."

Everyone was furious:

"Vice President Layden is right. Terrorists who endanger national security and disrupt the economy should be caught and shot."

"Yes, arrest him and shoot him; yes, what is the contact information of this rich man? I think..."

"Go away, I'll come first. You should give me your contact information first."

Everyone turned back noisyly, and when they saw the last picture, they suddenly shut their mouths without saying a word, and pushed the document back with their backhands.

"Ahem, I suddenly feel sick to my stomach, so let's go first."

"Oh, I forgot that there is still soup at home, so I'm sorry to go first."

"Dududu... Hey, what, my wife has given birth, okay, I'll be there soon."

In the blink of an eye, the conference room was filled with chaos, and people who had read the document were "urinating" one after another.

Some people stretched their necks out of curiosity to take a sneak peek, and shuddered and also found excuses to escape.

In the picture, a ninja holds a knife in both hands, and the hazy golden light condenses into an illusory golden knife in the air.

Fuck you NND Raiden, you dare to trick us.

Fuck you NND, who agreed to help, why all of them ran away.

waste.

Leiden complained secretly, and handed the document to the calm and mustache president.

As expected of the president, the mentality is good.

"Your Excellency, you also think that he should be arrested and shot, don't you?"

Mustache coughed, took the document calmly and read it carefully, and pinched his thigh with his right hand under the table:

Falk!Why are you numb at this time.

As the pictures passed one by one, Mustache's mood stabilized.

Of course, it wasn't that he suddenly had so much strength that he could press Lark to the ground and rub him, but that he found something was wrong with the document.

The document only said that a group of terrorists rushed into the manor and killed them, but it did not say why they targeted the manor.

money?

Just a joke, as the richest man in the world, Stark would be rare for his three melons and two dates.

Unreasonable, very unreasonable!

From this, it can be concluded that the manor owner must have provoked Stark secretly, or the manor owner himself is the terrorist.

Mustache was energized by the thought and slowed down to check the document word for word.

Suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: Why did those few people just run away when they saw the photo.

Because they have the handle of treason and treason in Luck's hands, it's too late to flatter, why should they kill themselves.

Raiden, on the other hand, was elected from the state after the invasion.

He was not on the kidnap list, so he dared to accept the case against Stark.

Wish yourself the best of luck, little brother.

The mustachioed President narrowed his eyes and became aware.

He closed the file, took two deep breaths, gave Raiden a look that said "Don't worry, I'm in charge", and then shouted to the door:

"Come in, everyone, what's the point of being flustered over a trivial matter?"

After the words fell, a bunch of heads appeared at the door, and several old guys who had also been kidnapped received the signal, and they returned to their seats with relief.

"Haha, my stomach is healed after going to the toilet. I'm sorry, I've kept everyone waiting for so long."

"Oh, my wife said that the plumber came to the door, connected the sewer, didn't make the soup, and made a mistake."

"Hey, the nurse said that the wife next door is about to give birth, which made me happy for nothing, so let's continue."

Others: Your shameless looks are so funny.

When everyone arrived, Mustache, as president, denounced the inhumane behavior of the "manor killing case".

Moving out of federal tradition, he threatened that terrorists must be brought to justice.

Raiden nodded frequently with a smile on his face.

"Since this case happened in Vice President Layden's hometown, Tennessee, then you should be in charge. You don't need to report the progress to me, I just want the result."

"Okay...huh? Huh?"

Leiden was dumbfounded, he opened his big mouth for a long time but couldn't close it.

The script is wrong!

Shouldn't it be you, the president, who is personally responsible for taking the opportunity to clear up the cancer and restore the reputation of the federation?

Why throw it to me?

I don't want to die yet!

He still wanted to struggle, but Xiao Huzi didn't give this chance at all. He waved his hand to end the meeting, and everyone rushed out of the meeting room.

Leaving him alone in the wind messy.

In the corridor, the mustache stopped a man in a suit, and parted ways after making two gestures.

The man in the suit has an engineering team. With his skilled licking skills, he managed to get a little leftovers in the Washington reconstruction plan.