Chapter 683 Threat

"Marvel's Princess Becomes King ()"

In August 2006, Mr. Party Whip was slow to respond positively to Charlie's olive branch. In Congress, he seemed to be very close to Charlie, and the two talked and laughed. In fact, he did not formally Agree to join Charlie's camp.

Throughout August, the Capitol was filled with endless meetings of all kinds.

Francis Underwood came out of the Capitol with a briefcase after finishing a day's work. The Capitol Policeman in charge of his travel safety and driver quickly opened the car door.

His life is very regular, and even the commute route has maintained the same style for 20 years, but today, when the vehicle suddenly turns to the side road and walks onto another street, he knows that his habit is about to be broken .

After the initial panic, he calmed down.

No calm is useless, is he a fifty-year-old politician who beats a young, strong, well-trained driver with a gun?

Stealing the steering wheel from the opponent can only be imagined. It can be done in the movie, but in reality it is too dangerous. If he dies in a traffic accident, Congress may adjourn for three days, because his Those political enemies have a high chance of dying of laughter!

The car became more and more remote. Francis Underwood kept looking at the co-pilot's position in front of him. His handbag was there, and there was a mobile phone in it, but he really didn't know how to grab it and let this The driver who had defected waited for two minutes so that he could make an emergency call.

The vehicle stopped at a pier, and Bella, leaning against a red Aston Martin in a plaid shirt, was waiting for him.

"It's a good car, it's nice to have money." Francis Underwood got out of the car calmly, his expression still calm, and he didn't seem to be worried about his own safety.

Bella nodded and accepted the compliment, then took out a check and handed it to Francis Underwood's driver: "Yes, money can accomplish many things, and money has some kind of magical power."

The driver took the check, looked at the numbers on it, looked happy, and drove away without saying a word.

"Your driver has actually been secretly in love with your wife. He has hatred for you. Now I just gave him a reason to leave the whirlpool, and he was relieved."

Francis Underwood said "Oh" very easily: "Is that so? No wonder I think his eyes have always been so complicated. Thank you, Miss Swan."

Bella interrupted: "I got my PhD in biology from Oxford a week ago."

"Okay, Doctor, do you have anything to do with me? Although my driver has some problems, it will cost a lot of money to buy him, right? I think I am friends with the Swan family, and we can fully enjoy the atmosphere. In a better environment to talk about things, anything can be discussed.”

Bella went straight to the point: "You want you to join my father's camp and help him get into the White House."

Francis Underwood relied on strong self-restraint to suppress those thoughts such as "country bumpkins" and "idiots who don't understand the rules of the game".

His expression was as sincere as always, and he said meaningfully: "I respect Senator Swan's political views very much, but the campaign work is very meticulous and needs to take into account many factors, which is different from business operations, not just with money. It can be solved."

Bella scoffed, stop teasing, in this country, what can't be solved by money?

"I just think you should be on the winner's side."

This is a bit straightforward, Francis Underwood's hand holding the briefcase is very hard, he still doesn't think Charlie's side is the winning side.

"Mr. Senator, wait a minute, let me show you a piece of evidence."

"Yes, old people like me are always patient."

Bella made a phone call, and within ten minutes, Freddy, the kebab shop owner Francis Underwood had known for more than 20 years, appeared in front of him with a large plate of grilled ribs.

When Francis Underwood took the rib for no apparent reason,

The old friend suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head: "Sorry, Frank, but I...they're paying me...sorry..."

He said sorry and his hands were shaking, but the muzzle didn't move at all.

Francis Underwood has no doubt that this old friend who he has known for nearly twenty years may have a conscience long after today, but he will definitely shoot today.

Bella said, "Okay, Mr. Freddy, you can go."

"Yes."

The owner of the kebab shop left, followed by Francis Underwood's neighbor, his personal doctor, lawyer, and even the beggar downstairs of his house. Pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head.

These people walked around in front of him like lanterns, and then left.

"Mr. Congressman, do these things prove that we are strong? If you think that is not enough, then I can get your hometown... well, those peaches farmers in South Carolina, but they need a car to Washington. In a little while, you can eat the ribs first, it's a little cold now, let's wait here."

Bella's series of actions made Francis Underwood fall into an ice cellar, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

Such a blatant death threat is something he has never experienced before. Everyone around him can become an enemy. Will he walk out of the Capitol and be beaten to death by passers-by who come out of nowhere?

He thought carefully about every word he said, thinking three times in his mind for every word he said, one sentence was not stuttering, but it was definitely not fluent: "I don't think... there is no need to alarm them, cooperation, um, Helping Senator Swan win the election ... yes, it's the common aspiration of all Democrats, Democrats, and it's a very good foundation, very good."

He smiled reluctantly, and Bella snapped her fingers: "Very good, this is indeed a good basis for cooperation, you see, you are good at dealing with those troublesome things, and I, I am good at dealing with those troublesome people."

Bella opened the door on her own, got in the car, and drove around Francis Underwood for half a circle, and then seemed to suddenly remember something: "Mr. Congressman, you need to exercise, Charlie. After eight years, maybe all the political resources will be given to you? By then, you will not be able to have a good health. I think it will be a very good choice for you to run home. "

Bella drove away alone, leaving the lonely old politician Francis Underwood standing under the pier in a daze.

Birds don't poop, chickens don't lay eggs, and it's so desolate.