Rise of an Empire

"Who is here?" Conrad put his arm around Emma Rose's waist and leaned against her cheek and asked softly.

"Linden, he's here in disguise," Emma Ross finally calmed down, pointed her right index finger to her temple and shot it outside.

"Uh" The Duke then let go of the White Queen and clapped his hands.

"I guess he should be here too."

Although the assassination of Kennedy was almost impeccable, except for some insiders, no one could have imagined that Magneto, who claimed to lead mutants to overthrow the rule of ordinary people, would actually be an assassin sent by others.

After all, Lao Wan's style and posture really don't look like an assassin, but like a king.

However, although Magneto killed John F. Kennedy with a devastating force, and because of his high-profile appearance as a murderer, everyone's attention shifted to the mutant community. As for the dead President, he was squeezed out. On to the second page of the news.

But the eyes and attention of the melon-eaters were attracted away, but the eyes of other people were all transferred to Conrad.

Even Lyndon, who has always been interested in Conrad, is now a little worried.

Since Conrad can let Magneto come and bloodbath the White House, who knows if he will do the same thing again next time?

Although everyone pays great attention to their own security precautions, no one dares to guarantee that their own security is tighter than that of the White House.

What if Conrad had a conflict of interest with them that day and directly sent someone to face the flying dragon?

So Lyndon had just been sworn in as the new President of the United States, and he had to rush to New York non-stop the next day. As a negotiator sent by various big guys, he wanted to test the Duke of Wetting. What means.

The best candidate for this kind of thing should naturally be Old Osborne. Unfortunately, that guy is said to be suffering from hemorrhoids and is lying in bed unable to get up.

Although everyone knew that the bastard was pretending to be ill, at this sensitive time, it was obviously not the time to find out whether Old Osborne had hemorrhoids.

"I'm going to see Lyndon. You go to the next room and wait." Conrad patted the White Queen's buttocks and said with a smile.

Emma Rose breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, she really thought that the little man in front of her was going to attack her.

To be honest, as a person with psychic powers, she never thought that she would be suppressed by someone. You must know that even when Charles was still alive, he could not completely suppress her mentally.

"Some things can just be left in the stomach." Conrad asked Tina to come forward and tidy up his collar, and then said calmly.

Emma Rose is around him every day, and she is a psychic. Even with the protective measures developed by Joseph, she must have discovered a lot of secrets.

Even the other party should almost know his own life experience by now.

But it doesn't matter, the perjury that the cheap daddy made for himself back then was absolutely perfect. Even if someone really exposes it, as long as he bites the bullet and refuses to admit it, no one can do anything to him.

Now he is no longer the short-term Duke who could only let mermaids be eaten three years ago. Anyone who wants to touch him must carefully consider the consequences.

This is also the reason why Conrad released Magneto, the killer weapon, in such a high-profile manner this time.

In the face of a greater threat, even if his identity is really known, it is not a big deal.

Back then, the head of state had no way to kill the President of the United States, nor did he come to bloodbath the White House.

As long as Magneto continues to stir things up, those in power will have to rely on him to check and balance that madman.

This is the so-called principle of raising bandits to respect themselves.

"I am truly honored that Your Excellency the President condescended to come to this humble residence."

In the conference room, Conrad looked at the guy standing in the middle of the hall pacing back and forth, and quickly took two steps forward to greet him.

"Your Excellency, the President, has so many things to do, why do you still have time to come to this poor place in the countryside?"

Linden was about to speak, but he almost choked to death on the other person's words.

Why did I come to you? You have no clue in your heart.

You must know that the White House is now full of blood, and it may be renamed the Red Palace.

Fortunately, the place where he was sworn in as president was on Capitol Hill. Lyndon also went to see the murder scene in the White House. The disgusting scene almost made him vomit out his overnight meal.

As a top politician, Lyndon has as many as 800 lives in his hands, but he has always been the one sitting behind the desk and commanding by remote control. The so-called lives in his hands are just a set of data. How have he ever seen such blood? Brutal scenes.

"Three members of Congress and two senators have applied for medical leave in the past two days, and the office has accepted their resignations." Lyndon Johnson took out a note and handed it to Conrad.

This is the reward they agreed upon during their meeting last month. The power of the Kennedy family will be directly uprooted from the American political arena, and the vacant position will be directly replaced by Conrad.

Originally, although the three giants at that time all said that whoever could kill Kennedy, they would hand over all the political legacy of the Kennedy family to the other party. However, just like all leaders who make a wish, they will boast it to the sky, but in fact, it is actually implemented. Sometimes, if you can implement it halfway, you are very conscientious.

But this time, Conrad didn't have to press him at all. Linden directly prepared the list and brought it to him.

How many people in the world can ask the President of the United States to run errands for them?

"Your Excellency, you are so polite. You can just give me an order for such a small matter." Conrad quickly took the note and put it in his pocket. From now on, it will be his political capital.

Although he does not have so many suitable candidates to compete for now, but with this quota, he is afraid that no one will take the initiative to send it to his door.

Everything in the world is prosperous, and no matter how much the United States boasts about democracy and justice, human nature cannot be changed by just one or two slogans.

"This" Lyndon Johnson looked at the young man in front of him who was smiling as if nothing had happened, and he was suddenly speechless.

Even though he could usually talk eloquently when faced with many political opponents, now he was shocked to find that he had no idea what to say to the opponent.

"Do you have any other orders from your Excellency, President?" Lyndon didn't say anything, and Conrad just happily pretended to be stupid. Anyway, it wasn't him who was anxious in his heart right now. Who would be afraid of who would be slowly consumed?