When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

At this moment, Odebiao closed his mouth.

America is a country of immigrants, a country with food from all over the world.

But when it comes to recipes...

Let’s just forget it.

Although it is a little thicker than the recipe in England, it is only a little thicker.

"What about the arrangements for the 25th?"

"Don't worry! We haven't finished discussing the arrangements for the 24th!" The chief of staff lightly swiped across the document and turned to the last item on the 24th:

"After the dinner, there will be a fireworks display."

"This is a custom that was brought over from China. The person in charge of planning this fireworks display suggested that the custom of fireworks displays be added to future Christmas celebrations in America."

"Then, have each propaganda department work hard to take this habit away from China and change it to America's habit."

"In another 20 or 30 years, this will be something that belongs exclusively to America."

"Of course, this is also a huge market, with an annual market value of about $3 billion."

"If this becomes a habit in America and is adopted by other countries, the market value will probably expand to around $30 billion per year."

"This fireworks display will last about an hour. After the fireworks display, you need to make a public speech in front of the public and express your blessings to all Americans and then the people of the world."

“Also, you need to welcome dreamers from all over the world in front of the camera, and welcome them to America to pursue their dreams.”

"The above is the itinerary for the 24th!"

Under Odbiao's gaze, the chief of staff finished his speech, closed the document solemnly, and then very carefully held the document and put it aside.

He made a prayer gesture, then held up the itinerary for No. 25 with both hands, spread it out, and began to explain solemnly: "At 5 a.m. on the 25th, we need to take a plane to the Norfolk Naval Base."

"Inspected the aircraft carrier docked at the Norfolk Naval Base and had lunch with the soldiers at the naval base."

"In the afternoon, we will fly to Wall Street in New York and take photos there. At the same time, you will need to give a short speech on Wall Street. The topic of your speech will be your insights into finance."

"At the same time, you need to mention several foundations in your speech. The relevant speech manuscripts have already been prepared and will be handed to you in person when the time comes. You just need to take a quick look at them before the speech."

"According to the itinerary, we will stay in Wall Street for about two hours. After two hours, we will set off from Wall Street and cross the entire America to California and Silicon Valley."

"Silicon Valley is a gathering place for high-tech. According to optimistic estimates, we will arrive in Silicon Valley at about 7 p.m. local time."

“At that time, you need to meet with several leading companies in Silicon Valley, and also meet with some small development companies.”

"These entrepreneurs will shake your hand, take pictures, and possibly engage in a series of intimate behaviors, and in the days after the party, they will use the picture of shaking your hand to promote it, hoping that you don't mind."

"After the banquet, the schedule for the 25th is complete."

"Then there's the trip on the 26th."

"On the 26th, you need to go to the Great Lakes region to inspect the Great Lakes region as a traditional agricultural area..."

Before the chief of staff finished speaking, Odebiao raised his hand to interrupt him. He snatched the itinerary, looked at the full content on it, widened his eyes, slapped the content on the itinerary, and screamed:

"Isn't that Christmas?"

"Why do I feel like I'm busier than usual at Christmas? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

The chief of staff blinked, raised his left hand, pointed at his own skin, then pointed at Odebiao's skin, and answered naturally:

"Because you are black! My dear Mr. President!"

"As the president, except for black people, ordinary rednecks and ordinary white people are naturally resistant to you and naturally discriminate against you."

“Not to mention the famous presidents, even those presidents whose achievements were very mediocre, it would be very difficult for you to surpass them.”

"You need to do more work and let more people see you, so that you can surpass them, let ordinary people remember you, and let ordinary people vote for you in the next voting cycle."

"Do you understand? My dear President!"

All these words fell into Odbiao's ears. He sat in the chair, lowered his head, and thought seriously about the words of his chief of staff.

Very true.

But I always feel like something is not right.

Thoughts flashed through his mind one after another, but he still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

After thinking for a long time, he stood up from his chair, stretched himself, and walked out of the office leisurely. When he reached the door and opened it, he turned around and said to the chief of staff:

"I'm taking two days off!"

…………

St. Mary's Hospital is not in Washington, D.C., but in Bethesda, Maryland, northwest of the District of Columbia.

The hospital is located beside the Potomac River. The water diverted from the Potomac River flows through the forest, making this place a great place for leisure and health preservation.

Across the Potomac River from the hospital is Virginia, the intelligence center of America.

This is the headquarters of the CIA and the FBI.

Beren looked at the route map and itinerary in his hands. He just wanted to curse and didn't want to speak human language.

A few days ago, under Bass's leadership, he returned to America and was given a few days off.

Today is his hundred millionth day at work, and Bass handed him a schedule and a route map.

Let him take his men to carefully check the possible sniper points on the route map.

When he first went out, he thought this task was easy, but when he arrived at the place and saw the situation on the scene, he felt that this task was extremely difficult.

The Hospital of Our Lady of the Assumption sounds like a hospital, but it is actually a sanatorium with some additional hospital functions, and this hospital covers a large area.

It is a full 2.45 square kilometers.

This 2.45 square kilometers of land is shaded by green trees, with trees over 50 years old everywhere. Among these tall trees, there are thousands of small sanatorium villas.

And the damn itinerary and route map showed that their one and only black president would enter from the northeast entrance of the hospital sanatorium, make a big circle inside the hospital sanatorium, return to the southeast exit, and then return to the District of Columbia along the Potomac River Highway, enjoying the beautiful river scenery.

In the eyes of this professional sniper, every tree, every bush, every trash can, and every villa along these kilometers of road are very suitable sniping points.

You just need to plan ahead, set up the sniper rifle in the right place, wait for people to come in, aim at the target's head and shoot.

How to prevent this?

Take your head and be on guard!

Gritting his teeth, Belen drove back to the northeast entrance of Our Lady of the Assumption Hospital, parked the car in the parking lot, took the route map, and marked a sniper point every step.

He walked the 5.4-kilometer main road from morning to afternoon, and when he was hungry, he carried it on his back.

Anyway, he had been hungry more than once or twice when he was on a mission.

As for seeking help from the nurses and doctors here, this option was never considered by him.

In an ordinary hospital, it would cost at least $3,000 to seek help from doctors and nurses. This is Our Lady of the Assumption Hospital, a national-level sanatorium.

Belen couldn't imagine how huge the medical bill would be if she sought help from doctors and nurses here.

He didn't dare to think about it!

Because that is definitely a bill that costs more than my tuition!

As the sun set, Belen finally appeared at the southeast entrance of Our Lady of the Assumption Hospital. He stood on the side of the highway, looking at the Potomac River flowing below. He gently wrapped his clothes and walked towards the Ford Mustang parked on the side of the road.

After opening the passenger door and getting in the car, he immediately put his hands to the air-conditioning vents, feeling the hot air blowing out of the vents, and he felt like he was alive again.

After his hands warmed up, he unzipped his clothes, took out the route map from his inner pocket, and slapped Bass:

"If tomorrow's work is still like this, then I think you can find someone else."

“This job is impossible!”

"There are sniper points everywhere. If I take action, our unique black president will never be able to get through the door!"

The driver, Bass, looked at the route map in his hand, looked at the red dots marked on the route map, and sighed:

"We can't help it. We are all working people, small people, and our words don't count."

"If I can convince the president, I will definitely ask him to change his schedule. It doesn't matter whether he comes to this crappy hospital or not. Safety is the most important thing."

As he spoke, Bass had already started the car. Amid the roar of the Ford Mustang, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly:

"It's a pity that I can't convince you. Let's go and have a rest first."

"Tomorrow morning, we will go to the next area. The next area is a school. You need to be more careful."

Nothing happened that night. After a good rest in the hotel, the next morning, just as the sun rose from the east, Beren was dragged by Bass to Howard University and to the lecture venue.

The on-site situation at Howard University is better than that at Notre Dame Hospital.

The speech venue was on the lawn of the new area of ​​Howard University, which is a semi-enclosed area. Surrounding it were teaching buildings and office buildings of Howard University.

But unfortunately, this is an open school and there are no walls.

There are hundreds of very suitable sniper points in every building around. The sniper only needs to get into the house, find a suitable window, open the window, and then aim the gun at the square.

Then point the gun at the target and kill at will.

"When the president appears, the windows of surrounding buildings need to be closed. If a window is seen open, it must be treated as a terrorist attack."

As he spoke, within a dozen seconds, Beren wrote down his opinions on the matter in his notebook. At the same time, he folded the paper filled with opinions and used it as a temporary bookmark so that he could quickly turn to this page.

After strolling around again and marking a few sniper points, he patted his butt and walked towards the east side of the university.

To the east of Howard University is an artificial reservoir.

On the road next to the artificial reservoir, Bass was leaning against the front of a Mercedes-Benz, a cigarette in his mouth, leaning diagonally against the front of the Mercedes-Benz, occasionally looking up to glance in the direction of the university.

When he looked up for the nth time, Beren walked slowly in front of him against the sunlight and handed him the marked map:

"I think the person who arranged this schedule is actually an enemy of our president, and he just wants our president to die."

"Colonel Bass, I think you have to stand up. No matter how insignificant we are, we must inform the president and the relevant security departments about this matter."

"Based on these scenes, if there really is an enemy, our President will be dead for sure!"

Bass took the blueprint as usual, took a look at it, and also made a sound of complaint, then slapped the blueprint onto the center console of the car and started to curse:

"These people are just pigs, stupid pigs, little Ukrainian sweet pigs!"

"It's a good thing you're here. If it was anyone else, our president wouldn't even know how he died."

"Now that we have your map, as long as the security department keeps things under control, there will be absolutely no problems at the scene."

"If there are any problems, it only means that our President Odebiao is unlucky."

"You can't blame us!"

"Let's go, it's still early, let's go to Sidwell, that's the top priority."

"On the day of the event, in addition to our silly president, there will be many children at the event. The parents of those children are either rich or noble, either businessmen or children of congressmen."

"If something happens to these children, we two little arms and legs won't be able to handle it."

"Hold on tight!"

The Mercedes roared and turned along the lakeside road. With a turn of the steering wheel, Beren and the other man drove towards Sidwell School.

Sidwell School is very large and offers a full range of services from kindergarten to high school.

Standing at the school gate, Beren looked back at the magnificent school gate, took a step forward, and walked straight towards Bass's car parked on the side of the road.

This job is impossible!

This shabby school is said to be enclosed, but it has no walls, only railings that look as low as they can be.

New paint, looks pretty good.

Beren reached out and grabbed one, shaking it vigorously twice. The fence, which was more than one meter long, looked very shaky and ridiculous.

This thing...

Can block normal people.

But if others are a little abnormal, they can easily step over the railing and enter the school.

Moreover, this shabby school has no surveillance, not even a single one.

Whether internally or externally.

None at all!

When he asked the principal why there was no surveillance installed, the principal actually told him kindly that their school respected students' privacy and therefore never installed surveillance.

To this day, Beren still remembers the expression on the face of that damn principal when he spoke.

It is disdain, contempt, disgust, and even more a kind of complacency.

This guy can't do any work!

After slapping the documents in his hand to the co-pilot seat, Beren turned around and walked to the other side without hesitation.

This guy can't do any work!

Someone wants to kill the president, right? Then let him do it!

Kill at will, shoot as many times as you want, use explosives if you want, use a knife if you want.

Even if I get hit by a car or starve to death when I go out, I would rather do this kind of shit!