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Arlington.

Hanks was lying on the sofa, holding his cell phone, with a changeable light flashing in his eyes.

He really hated talking to Lin Yu because this guy always made up nonsense words.

Those words, in the Chinese language, are called idioms and allusions.

Behind these few simple words may be an event that requires thousands of English words to describe.

However, his inner intuition told him that if he could ask someone for help this time, it might be Lin Yu.

Because there is a saying in China that goes, "Those involved are often confused, while those who are on the sidelines can see clearly."

I am an authority in Washington, and so is Dana.

So I urgently need a bystander to stand by and help me see the road clearly.

After sorting out his thoughts, Hanks got up from the sofa, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, and took out two crystal clear ice cubes from the freezer and threw them into the glass.

He mixed the wine with ice cubes, took a sip, felt the alcohol dancing on the tip of his tongue, and asked softly:

"What's the meaning?"

Just after asking, Lin Yu's cold voice rang out from the phone: "If I remember correctly, it's in your America's wartime command mechanism."

"It seems there is a rule, or maybe I remembered it wrong."

"But it doesn't matter, we can make an analogy."

"A normal country, as long as it has normal national defense capabilities, will mark a regulation in its national defense system."

"Those are senior defense officials. They should not, and are not allowed to, appear together at the same time."

“Even if you are attending a major gathering, you have to stagger your attendance to prevent yourself from being swept away in one fell swoop.”

"Now that you understand this, go back and look at the list you gave me, focusing on the positions of the people on the list. After reading it, you should be able to understand something."

"I'm hanging up first!"

The cold words, tinged with excitement, made Hanks' heart pound.

He did not dare to delay. He ran to the study in two or three steps, turned on the computer, found the list on the computer, and then began to recall the specific positions of everyone on the list.

Thinking of this, he froze completely.

Cold sweat instantly covered his back and soaked his clothes.

this……

The people on the list are all high-ranking officials of the American Department of Defense. They are the ones who can quickly command various departments of the United States to organize a counterattack when war breaks out.

If these people died suddenly, America's combat command system would be paralyzed in about 12 hours.

It will take about 12 hours to contact everyone and activate the backup plan.

If someone takes the opportunity to launch an attack on America, they will seize the most precious advantage.

In the modern warfare system, 12 hours without command is enough for a country to be completely wiped off the map.

Coming to this conclusion in his mind, Hanks couldn't help but tremble all over.

This damn bunch...

Damn beast.

What do they want to do?

Who arranged this itinerary for the president?

What do they want to do?

After asking himself countless unanswerable questions in his mind, but getting no answers, Hanks lay on the chair, staring at the ceiling, his head feeling dizzy.

Don’t these beasts know that by doing this, America will fall apart?

Soon, he shook his head in self-mockery and sneered at his ridiculous idea.

Those people should know, and it is because they know that they dare to mess around.

What should I do?

How can we protect ourselves?

Countless questions flashed through his mind, one after another, making Hanks' scalp tingle.

At this moment, a thought quietly emerged in his mind, and it made his distracted eyes focus again.

He simply stood up from his chair and paced around the room.

If all these assumptions were true and everything were to happen, America would be in chaos.

He is the commander of the America Central Theater. If he stands up at this time and raises his arms, he can use his power to calm everything down.

Solve the confusion!!

If he can resolve the chaos and handle things well, he might even be able to become president directly.

A president who has eliminated most of his political enemies and holds the power over finance, taxation and the military.

A President similar to Roosevelt!

Thinking of this, Hanks' eyes became bright again. Perhaps because he was in a good mood, his body straightened up and he looked particularly handsome.

He went back to the wine cabinet, took out a cube of ice from the freezer and threw it into his mouth, then grabbed a half-filled bottle of whiskey on the bar and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Gulp. Gulp.

He drank half a bottle of wine in one gulp, and under the influence of alcohol, Hanks started dancing at home.

And sang a song.

The cheerful tune and joyful dance steps made him look several years younger.

When the dance ended, he bent slightly towards an empty corner and made a curtain call gesture.

You can give it a try.

However, before trying, you need to find someone to take the blame and then plan well.

If he fails in the end, he will also need to protect the McCain family's foundation and the position of commander of the America Central Command.

Under the influence of alcohol, he picked up the phone on the bar and started dialing a number.

On the other hand, under the leadership of Bass, Beren took a plane, flew across thousands of kilometers, and appeared in Silicon Valley.

Conduct a final site survey.

After searching the site thoroughly inside and out and confirming all the details, Belén took a pen and wrote down all the details he had seen in a notebook, and also wrote the corresponding plan next to it.

When the last letter fell, Beren breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he grabbed the pen like crazy and threw it far away. After throwing it, he turned around and walked out without looking back.

A refrigerated van was parked on the side of the road. A man with a ferocious face was driving the car with his eyes wide open, staring at every blade of grass and tree around him.

The man caught a glimpse of someone in the rearview mirror, breathed a sigh of relief, and pressed the switch next to the steering wheel.

The rear door of the refrigerated truck opened, and Bass, who was very familiar to Belem, was standing inside. Seeing Belem, Bass smiled naturally and stretched out his right hand:

"Come on! Get in the car!"

At his invitation, Belen naturally stretched out his hand and stepped one foot onto the truck.

At this moment, Bass suddenly took out a pistol with a silencer. The pistol had a very exquisite shape and he looked like a good guy.

The muzzle of the pistol was naturally pointed at Beren. Under Beren's incredulous gaze, Bass easily pulled the trigger. With a "puff", red and white liquid, wrapped in the bullet, spurted out from the back of Beren's head and scattered to the ground, looking particularly hideous and hateful.

After firing the gun, Bass grabbed Belen's hand, pulled Belen's body into the car, and threw it deep into the car.

The driver of the refrigerated truck gently pressed the switch on the center console, the rear door of the refrigerated truck slowly closed, and the engine started. Amid the roar of the engine, the refrigerated truck slowly disappeared under the skyline, disappearing without a trace.

It's as if it never existed.

The festival is coming, and the whole of America is immersed in the festive atmosphere, so time passes quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it was December 23rd, Washington time, America.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, Odebiao was still asleep.

He was still dating the beautiful girl in his dream, when suddenly, the beautiful girl with a sweet smile said to him:

"Mr. President, it's time to get up!"

The voice did not have any of the sweetness and loveliness of a girl, but was hoarse, as hoarse as a sander.

The voice echoed softly in his ears like a maggot attached to his bones, responding in every cell of Odbiao.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the beautiful scenery in front of Odebiao suddenly shattered and turned into a scene he was familiar with.

Turning his head, he immediately saw the servant next to him wearing a black maid outfit.

This is a black man.

A black man whose ancestral home is in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

She has bright black skin and is wearing a black maid outfit. Her entire body is shrouded in darkness, like a ghost in the dark night. One can only vaguely see a dark mass there and cannot make out her real appearance.

The reason why Odebiao could see her was simply because both of them were black and could ignore the interference of each other's disguise.

Glancing at the maid, Odebiao couldn't help but raise his hand and slap himself between the eyebrows:

"Thalia, what time is it?"

"Mr. President, the time is now 4:02 a.m. on December 23. You need to get up, wash up, and start your schedule for today."

"Today's breakfast includes oatmeal, milk, toast, and a fried beef steak."

“Do you want an egg?”

The maid's words did not attract Odebiao's attention. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his cheeks constantly, forcing himself to wake up.

He worked until 1 a.m. last night. After washing up and talking to his wife, it was already 2 a.m.

It's 4 am now.

Two hours.

He felt that he was even more miserable than the black slaves he had learned about in history books. After all, black slaves were real farm tools and precious property to the capitalists, and property also needed to be protected.

And he doesn't need it!

He is a beast of burden!

After forcing himself to wake up, Odebiao went into the bathroom to take care of his washing and hygiene issues.

Thirty minutes later, he appeared at the dining table. As soon as he touched his breakfast, the chief of staff appeared beside him, holding a newspaper and a schedule:

"Mr. President, there is a piece of news that I think you need to read."

After he finished speaking, the chief of staff spread out the newspaper and laid it flat in front of Odebiao.

On the spread-out newspaper was a photograph of three red figures 160 flying side by side in a triangle formation.

But the newspaper title seems a bit out of place with the picture.

[Huaxia officially announced that it will hold a small event on December 24th, which will consist of a submarine, several trucks, and several planes. ]

boring.

After giving his evaluation in his mind, Odebiao pushed the newspaper aside, picked up the breakfast on the table, and started eating elegantly and quickly.

Today's activities are all exhausting. We must seize every opportunity to fill our stomachs, otherwise, we will go hungry.

After breakfast, a group of people set out from the White House in a mighty procession, and the direction of the motorcade was the St. Mary's Hospital in the northwest of Washington.

Our Lady of the Assumption Hospital.

In a very ordinary-looking sanatorium villa, Bass and his team were changing equipment.

What was changed was the patient equipment.

The main purpose of Odebiao's visit to Our Lady of Mary Hospital this time was to visit the sick soldiers.

But to ensure safety, those sick soldiers were all acting, all professional actors.

Bass and his team are professional actors.

Reaching out his hand to call over a team member, Bass took the bandage and wrapped it around the other person:

"Remember your identity. You are playing a person who has been shot in the head. Your memory is a little confused, but even if your memory is confused, you still remember the good things about America. You still remember to be loyal to America and the president."

Listening to Bass's nagging, the team member in front of him couldn't help but roll his eyes and corrected him:

"I am Jewish and an Israeli citizen. If you ask me to swear allegiance to America, I don't think God would agree."

Bang!

Bass slapped the team member on the head, but did not scold him. He just silently increased the force of the bandage.

After fixing the bandage, he picked up the red medicine next to him and gently poured it on the team member's head.

After the wound on his forehead was healed, he turned around, took a makeup palette from the side, and started putting makeup on the team members.

More than ten minutes later, a sick and wounded soldier who, even though he had been shot in the head and was extremely weak, remembered America's kindness and swore allegiance to America appeared in front of everyone.

Pushing this man aside, Bass began to show another man a wheelchair and prosthetic limbs:

"Your identity is that you are a soldier who stepped on a landmine in Iraq and had to have both legs amputated."

"No matter what Odebiao says, you just need to raise your hand to salute and find a way to get close to him."

"Your prosthesis and your wheelchair contain a total of 8 kilograms of TNT. As long as you can get close to Odebiao and their senior military officers of the Ministry of Defense."

"You can just detonate the bomb."

"The omniscient and omnipotent God will remember everything about you."

"Remember, you only have one chance. You must wait until Odebiao and his senior military officers from the Ministry of Defense gather together before you can detonate the bomb."

After demonstrating the wheelchair and prosthesis, Bass pushed the person who needed to play the disabled role into the wheelchair, then naturally picked up the makeup palette and began to put makeup on the person.

Later, two more injured people were arranged. Bass, the captain, stopped and turned his eyes to the people in the corner of the room.

There were 6 people in total, and they were obviously divided into three groups, with two people in each group. When Bass didn't pay attention to them, the three groups looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.

Bass walked up to the six people, spread out a map, pointed at the map and explained:

"The target of your three groups is Hanks. No matter what happens at the scene, your guns will always be pointed at Hanks."

"At the command, all three guns must fire simultaneously. We must ensure that this guy cannot die."

"remember!"

"Odebiao doesn't have to die, but Hanks must die. I want him to die completely."

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a young man rushed into the room in a hurry, screaming:

"Mr. Bass, I just found out that none of Hanks and his men have arrived."