Chapter 1002 The Greatness of the Past

"Laolitu, this will be his shadow for the rest of his life..." Mary was sitting in front of the dressing table, picking out a suitable necklace from the jewelry box.

Thinking of "Laurel Soil," Mary couldn't help turning her eyes to the logo of the accessories, worried that "Van Cleef" or "Tigini" would suddenly appear. '

Li Zitao didn't pick up the words. In fact, last night's poker game was a bit embarrassing, and a "labor soil" made everyone lose their mood.

After drinking until dawn, they dispersed, and the senator still had a gloomy expression when he left.

That face made Li Zitao chuckle to himself, no matter who gave it to him, that guy will be in trouble next time.

Don't think that big shots are very sensitive to brands. For them, these things are just daily needs, so they don't care so much.

It's just that I took it when I needed it, and the imitation of the 'labor soil' was perfect, which made the joke last night.

"Ma'am, the car is ready." Seeing the door driving, Farandi walked into the room and said softly.

"Here we come." Mary chose a three-row pearl necklace.

The deep color of black pearls sets off her black mermaid evening dress, and her hair is tied up in a bun, looking noble and mysterious.

"Perfect." He praised his wife's look, and the two left together.

There is a drama performance at school today, Mary is going to see the children's performance, and Li Zitao is going to Washington by plane.

The contract of the Ministry of National Defense needs to be finalized by him personally, and the order has been prepared.

After parting from his wife in front of the apartment, Li Zitao got into the car with a little dissatisfaction, feeling a little dissatisfied.

If he had been two years earlier, even half a year, he would not have behaved like this.

But now it is April of 1945. If I remember correctly, at the end of this month, Xiao Huzi committed suicide in fear of crime with his little lover in his arms.

Then NC officially surrendered, and the Allied forces focused all their efforts on the Pacific battlefield, pressing harder and harder on the Japanese mainland.

At this time, the orders from the Ministry of National Defense have been reduced many times compared with previous years, which is why Li Zitao feels disappointed.

According to the latest news brought by Hans, Washington plans to conduct the first test explosion of a nuclear bomb in New Mexico at the beginning of next month, that is, at the beginning of May.

This detonation will be the first nuclear explosion in history. Compared with this, Li Zitao is more looking forward to its formal entry into war in the near future.

The plane arrived in Washington, Li Zitao led the team to the Ministry of National Defense Building, and then turned to the Army Command.

The next day they went to Capitol Hill again, and it was not until the afternoon of the third day that Li Zitao sat in the president's office.

"Roosevelt, your situation looks very bad." Sitting on a couch that was not as comfortable as his own reception sofa, Li Zitao drank Boston whiskey with his legs crossed.

"Yes, I'm too tired." Roosevelt's tone was filled with an unprecedented sense of exhaustion. The closer the victory was, the worse his energy was.

He used to be able to work for 2 days and 2 nights without closing his eyes, now, it will kill him.

"What does the medical team say?" In order to ensure smooth cooperation with the two parties, Li Zitao spent a lot of money on Roosevelt.

Among them, naturally also includes consideration for his health.

Roosevelt has been in poor health since he was in a wheelchair. He was in power for 12 years and happened to encounter World War II. The heavy work allowed him to display his talents proudly and let the world know his abilities, but he was also burdened with heavy burdens.

His body is almost exhausted, and the monthly hot spring treatment has been reduced from the initial two times to one time. Recently, he has not been to a hot spring vacation for half a year.

"They said they need to rest." Roosevelt smiled bitterly: "This is simply a luxury... Everyone knows that it is impossible, and I can't stop."

"You can, you are the president." Li Zitao said jokingly.

"Because I am the president, I am more aware of the responsibilities and burdens it represents." Roosevelt's expression was extremely serious, and he mentioned that his responsibilities were higher than life.

"Come on, Franklin, the world doesn't stop without anyone, not even the president.

The body is the capital of the revolution, and without it is the worst possible situation, at least for you and me. "

As far as Roosevelt's physical condition is concerned, Li Zitao knows more about Roosevelt than he does, and he is also clearer.

His body has reached its limit, like a wind-up clockwork, if it is not released, it may collapse with a 'bang'.

In fact, he has exceeded the records of "history", because today is April 20, Roosevelt is still sitting in his wheelchair, and the location is the Office of the President in Washington.

But this does not mean that his body has improved, but more like a flashback.

Li Zitao hopes that he can stay in power for a few more years. The best way is to hand over the work to the vice president, chief of staff and secretary of state.

Give them more rights and responsibilities, his prestige is enough.

Everyone knew that he would not be able to serve as president for another term. Roosevelt had come to an end no matter in terms of body, age or politics.

As he said in the two sessions, he will not participate in the election again, no matter what!

"I can't..." Roosevelt leaned on the back of the chair, murmuring as if in a dream: "There are too many things to do, and these things require the president..."

"Man, there is always something to do..." Li Zitao didn't know what to say.

The president was not as glamorous as the outside world seemed. Every order Roosevelt gave was related to the lives and deaths of countless people during the war.

Not the kind that involves the future or later, but the immediate, the present.

Like the Battle of the Pacific, like Utah Beach in Normandy, the sweeping attack on Berlin, and people were killed almost every moment because of these orders.

But this is exactly what he should and must do.

It's not a good feeling to kill, especially as the one who gave the final order, and when those people have no hatred against him.

He can use national interests to paralyze himself, but no one can share and imagine his inner and mental pressure.

"Roosevelt...Roosevelt..." Before we got to the point, Roosevelt fell asleep leaning on the chair, which made Li Zitao both helpless and worried.

Stepping forward to shake him, Li Zitao's expression changed suddenly, because he found that the other party didn't seem to be simply asleep.

"Hey, come here..." Li Zitao opened the office door and called out.

Soon, the president's chief of staff and Secret Service personnel rushed into the room, and the medical team felt it a few minutes later, and Roosevelt was rushed to the hospital.

"Sir, please stay here, we need to conduct the necessary investigation." Li Zitao was confined by the Secret Service in the White House office.

This feeling was so bad that Li Zitao even felt that he shouldn't have chosen this time to meet him.

In addition to the goddess of luck, Li Zitao can now be sure that she is a moody bitch, a dirty bitch who likes to show off and don't make faces.

"Sir..." Spotting Li Zitao approaching the president's desk, the Secret Service agent standing next to him raised his hand indifferently.

"Can I make a call?" Li Zitao asked, pointing to the phone on the table.

"Sorry." Simple and clear refusal, without any scruples about other factors, after all, just 20 minutes ago, the President of the United States had just been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Anxiously waiting made Li Zitao feel like years. He was almost certain that Roosevelt's life would come to an end.

And he happened to be there, and it was just the two of them in the office.

All right!

Sitting on the sofa, Li Zitao knew that it was useless to be anxious now, it seemed that he was going to spend tonight in Washington.

By the way, the sofa here is not comfortable at all, can someone get him a quilt?

Preferably silk stuffed with cotton from India, because it's raining again in DC.

This long and anxious night was not alone. Four Secret Service agents stood in the corners of the room, staring intently ahead.

In the outside world, the disappearance of the president's death has not yet spread.

At 11:36 that night, President Roosevelt was declared dead.

People in the Congressional Office and the Vice President's Office are busy. They need to ensure the succession ceremony tomorrow morning and discuss the president's burial specifications.

There is no doubt that Roosevelt, who broke the American succession tradition most and died during his term of office, will become one of the greatest presidents of the United States.

His sudden illness is a heart-wrenching loss, one that cannot be ignored, either by the American or Allied forces.

However, as Li Zitao said earlier.

The world will never stop for one person, even if he is one of the most powerful people in the world today.

Fortunately, the president passed away due to illness. If other issues were involved, it would be chaos.

It's just that in the busy process, some people seem to have overlooked that there are still people waiting for news in the president's office.

In New York, someone is also getting in touch with Washington by phone.

"There was no news when the boss entered Washington in the afternoon. At midnight, the Secret Service sealed off the entire Washington. So far, no news has come out."

Ava, who accompanied Li Zitao to Washington, sent the news back to New York, and Mary also called the party whip, Dang Side.

The news I got was that he left in a hurry three hours ago, and the call was from Washington.

This made Mary clearly realize that there must be something wrong in Washington, and now she needs to know what happened.

"Ben, I think you already know...yes, D.C. is under martial law, and Charlie's been inside. I'm a little worried...Okay..."

After talking to Ben, Mary waited by the phone for a reply.

And Ben on the other end of the phone also got in touch with their lovely ally, Charles Adams who had just joined the Li family.

The voice of Charles Adams Jr. sounded clear and loud, it seemed that he was not asleep, and from his mouth, Ben also learned the shocking news.

Roosevelt died of illness.

This was really unexpected, and his BOSS happened to be in the office and needed to undergo some routine review.

"Ben, there will be no problem, will you?" Mary asked with some concern.

"Of course, ma'am, I promise BOSS will call you tomorrow morning, trust me." Ben said in a positive tone.

"That's fine, it's been hard work, Ben, go to bed early." After receiving an accurate answer, Mary's heart relaxed a lot.

Rather than trusting Ben, it is better to say trusting her husband.

He would not do anything to hurt the president. If there is a friend he admires and respects, that person must be Roosevelt.

Even though he behaved erratically in many cases, and some wisely chose to watch on the sidelines, Li Zitao still valued his friendship.