Chapter 472 Fake! ! ! !

“Beep, beep…”

At the entrance of the ICU in Washington, a sound could be heard. A group of people stood there, looking tired and exhausted, and some were full of disappointment.

Bang~

The door opened…

The doctor came out.

Chief of Staff Angel Ureña and private guard Lee Miller and others came over at once.

“Professor Bartolomeo, how is it?”

This is an expert from the Mayo Clinic, and he is also a well-known cardiovascular authority in the world.

“Mr. Clinton’s bleeding point is very small, and he is in the hospital, so it’s not a big deal and it won’t affect his life span.”

Angel Ureña breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could speak, he heard someone impatiently asking:

“Then… can he move?”

He turned his head to look at the person who was speaking. The person who spoke was a policy adviser of the campaign team, and he was very anxious.

He is also a director of a pharmaceutical company.

After all…

He is an entrepreneur himself. The reason he can be a policy adviser to Clinton is that he hopes that the other party can guide him in the future, and he also uses his own power to canvass votes for him and even provides campaign funds.

If Clinton can't move or speak, then wouldn't his efforts be in vain?

Care?

He only cares about his own interests!

Professor Bartolomeo nodded, "It's not a big problem, but be careful not to have too many emotional fluctuations, otherwise it will easily cause large-scale bleeding and lead to severe consequences."

Not dead?

It's okay if he's not dead!

If he's not dead, we can provide more services to our pharmaceutical companies, military enterprises, and medical insurance companies.

Clinton can come to power, and these people behind him have paid too much.

Chief of Staff Angel Ureña sighed, a little sad, no one really cares about Clinton's life or death.

He looked at the doctor, "How is his consciousness now? Is he awake? Can we go in and take a look?"

"Yes, but try not to stay too long."

"Okay!"

After Angel Ureña and his group put on antibacterial clothing, they walked in.

The president is the president after all, a separate isolation ward.

"William, William."

He gently pushed Clinton's shoulder. His cheeks were unusually thin. He opened his eyes, his eyes were very tired, and he scanned everyone.

"US-Mexico..."

"What did you say?"

Angel Ureña leaned his ear over.

"The US-Mexico War must stop!" He pulled his voice hard.

! ! !

Who would have thought that the first sentence he said when he woke up was "Give up?"

Everyone present heard it, you look at me, I look at you.

Click~

Clinton grabbed Angel's wrist, raised his head, there was a respirator on his nostrils, his eyes widened, "The United States... has lost its hub, the army has no fighting spirit, and the people's hearts are not with us. We have already lost this battle..."

"Cough cough cough..."

"We can't fight on, seek peace, seek peace! After solving internal problems, we will fight again!"

He was very tired and his breathing was very heavy.

It seems that Clinton is not a fool. During the campaign, he criticized Mexico rudely and promised that he would completely defeat Victor's "bullying" after he came to power.

Campaign is campaign...

Reality is reality.

After becoming president, he can make some money, seek some benefits for himself and his subordinates, and then go to a charity to be the head after stepping down.

Then he can get some money from it every year for retirement, isn't it good?

But now...

He found that Victor is a mad wolf. If he continues to make trouble, he will be swallowed up without a bone, and the United States will lose more!

After asking for peace, he will first solve the impact of the Red Shoes Club, be ruthless, kill a few people, and then solve Eisenhower's harm to veterans, and ask Congress for money to pay wages.

Two-pronged approach, wait for the United States to stabilize internally, and then fight with Mexico!

Let's see who is the boss in North America.

Clinton thought so.

There is a little bit of... the appearance of a patient hero.

But the people in the campaign team standing by the bed looked at each other.

"Northrop will not agree."

"Lockheed will not agree."

"The military-industrial complex wants this war."

The person in charge of external relations of the campaign team shook his head, looked around, hesitated, and said in a very subtle way, "America is not as good as the US dollar!"

Clinton's face was grim, "If there is no America, the US dollar is not as good as the paper used to wipe your ass, don't they know!"

After saying that, panting heavily, Angel Ureña hurriedly touched his chest.

How could he be the "gentleman" demeanor rumored by the outside world now?

His personality completely collapsed in front of acquaintances.

The person in charge of foreign affairs who was yelled at by him was not annoyed, but just talked to himself.

"The president who can't bring them benefits, or the president who touches their cake... will disappear, physically disappear."

Clinton's pupils shrank.

Most of the campaign team members are his confidants, so he dared to say it so bluntly.

"There is a difference between actively seeking peace and passively seeking peace..." Clinton said in a sad voice.

"I don't think Mexico can defeat the United States. During World War II, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor and defeated the entire Asian country, but the facts have proved that as long as the United States joins the war, we can win!"

A tall man with sharp eyes spoke.

He was a military adviser in the campaign team, providing him with military "talking skills" to deceive votes. After Clinton was elected, he would work in the Pentagon.

When he saw everyone looking at him, he still smiled and spread his hands, "Unless Mexico has X deterrence, but this is obviously impossible, hahaha."

This is somewhat reasonable.

If Mexico has X test, it can't be hidden at all, and the Americans took more than 7 years, France took 8 years, and the Soviet Union took less than 4 years.

It took India 28 years!

Mexico?

Unless he made it out of thin air.

"The crisis is only temporary, we don't have to be afraid at all."

"Victory belongs to us!"

"Victory belongs to the United States..."

Before the chicken blood was even started, he suddenly felt the house shaking slightly, and the glass began to crack?

A huge explosion resounded throughout Washington.

"Earthquake? Earthquake is coming?!"

There was obviously some panic on the street, cars crashed into telephone poles, and passers-by holding children ran away quickly.

The alarm of the vehicle kept beeping.

Some people were lying on the ground, chanting "God bless you" and trembling.

Angel Ureña was busy protecting Clinton and yelling to the nurse to push him out.

How could an earthquake happen in Washington?

There was, but the last time was on April 13, 1949, when a 7.1-magnitude earthquake occurred in Olympia, Washington, killing 8 people.

This hasn't happened in nearly 50 years.

When they were pushing Clinton out, his cell phone rang.

"Hello!"

"Sir!"

The person on the other end was panicking.

"What's wrong?"

"We detected that there was super-intense heat energy in the desert of Chihuahua, Mexico, equivalent to 90,000 tons of TNT explosives!" The person on the other end exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief.

Angel Ureña's first thought was, did a meteorite fall and hit Chihuahua? And then Mexico was irradiated?

But it's impossible, the space agency didn't respond.

That is...

The pupils of the chief of staff shrank like pinholes, and his heart paused for a moment, as if it was pinched by someone.

His mind went blank, his hand trembled, and the phone fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

"What's wrong? Angel, what happened?" Bodyguard Rich Miller asked anxiously. He had a good personal relationship with the other party, and he was shocked to see him like that.

Angel Ureña's eyes were blurred.

"Mexico..."

"There is a weapon."

The campaign team was quiet for a while, and then the military adviser sneered, "Impossible, how could it be possible, it must be a misunderstanding..."

"The Chihuahua Desert just had an energy fluctuation equivalent to 90,000 tons of TNT explosives!"

"It's not a weapon, is it your mother's fart?!"

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

Angel Ureña roared and grabbed the other party's collar.

"Calm down, calm down, Angel, check again, and make sure to check it out!" Rich Miller said, holding his hand.

"Quick, check it out!"

"We must know the news!"

The chief of staff came to his senses and shouted to everyone, with a fierce look on his face, not caring about his dignity at all.

What face do you want?

If Victor really has this thing, just go home and farm!

Otherwise he will be blown to death.

...

The US 4th Fleet is actually a wrong name.

Because in 1950, all the fleets under its name were merged into the 2nd Fleet, but because it has been sailing in the Gulf of Mexico for many years, intimidating Mexico, Guatemala, Cuba and other countries, similar to an independent fleet, many people like to call it the 4th Fleet.

The commander is Vice Admiral McMorris, also the deputy commander of the Southern Command, a gray-haired... Playboy?

He should be 67 years old.

The biggest gossip is: once let 8 female subordinates of the fleet have a party together, and they were the kind without clothes. It was a sensation at the time, but the next day, this news suddenly disappeared.

The military spokesman symbolically said that he would investigate it thoroughly, and then it was gone.

As for why?

Vice Admiral McMorris' uncle is Ernest Joseph King, the commander-in-chief of the US Navy during World War II, and has a deep relationship with the American political arena.

Similarly, he is also a member of the Bohemian Club.

He is also one of Reagan's fans.

When he learned that the other party was killed by Mexico, he declared revenge more than once in the military!

But at least he was restrained...

But when he heard about the "National Park Bombing Incident", he was furious and ordered the 4th Fleet and the 3rd Marine Corps to raid the border waters of Tamaulipas.

Many fleet officers pulled him to beg, saying that without the orders of the Pentagon and President Clinton, they could not mobilize troops.

But the angry Vice Admiral McMorris said this on the deck:

"Do you want me to go to hell to get them to sign? If everything must be in accordance with rules and regulations, then the United States cannot exist!"

Send troops brazenly!

25 hours later...

On the USS Theodore Roosevelt in the Gulf of Mexico.

Vice Admiral McMorris's expression now: (_)╮!

"Bang!"

His hard hammer table, the pens and water cups on it all jumped, and the staff and officers who set up combat plans nearby stopped the work in their hands. They looked at each other and did not dare to breathe.

"Waste! Waste!"

"Three beaches, more than 2100 casualties? Lost directly close to one group, Made, I can take a camp, I can do it."

"The Third Marinerist is simply ..."

He looks like a horse deer, but it is not a bit bad.

He promised that he finally reacted. He didn't say it in the end, humming like a bullfighting dog, blushing his neck and thick, a little red.

"Call to Major General Sigmond, I want to talk to him."

The staff was busy playing the phone to the 3rd Division of the Marine Corps. After contacting the people, he handed over the phone.

With one hand with one hand, holding a stomach, if he was holding a cigarette, Lieutenant General McMoris should not be too similar to "Yu Renye Dad".

"Hey, Major General Sigmond, I asked the 3rd Division to continue the attack. You can rest assured that the naval fleet will provide maritime firepower. We will use saturated coverage of the three beaches, and send the Air Force to bomb the high -rise buildings."

Major General Sigmond is full of bitterness.

Grass mud horses!

Sure enough, the Marine Corps is a group of "death teams", and landing in combat is almost life.

Normandy's landing on average 50 seconds per person. Although the beach in Mexico is not such a structure and danger, the other party is not vegetarian. Weapons and combat effectiveness are much stronger than the Japanese troops during World War II.

"General, the 3rd master's signs is relatively sluggish ..."

"Dowager?"

Lieutenant General Mc Morris frowned, and his tone was suddenly dissatisfied. "The honor of the American soldiers! The honor of your third division! The courage to the battle of the Battle of the Kagkashima, the Battle of the Guam, and the Battle of Usugao."

Hold!

Has it been decades?

Do you still take this PUA?

The soldiers killed during World War II During World War II have not been neatly tidy.

"Mexicans have enough firepower configuration. The rocket artillery behind them can give the beach landing support. On Lashamolina, our soldiers have boarded the island. The soldiers were blown up blurred, only 37 survived, how do you do? "

Major General Sigmond was also very resentful in his tone. "The amphibious attack ship responsible for supporting saw the opponent's artillery covered and ran away in scared. Do you drive the engine on the buttocks?"

Lieutenant General Mc Morris had to scold his mother, but suddenly the hull fluctuated, and a huge explosion seemed to be close at hand.

Shocked him a big jump.

He was busy holding his body, his eyes were scared ...

Are the aircraft carriers trembling?

What's the matter!

"General, the instrument suddenly changed, and suddenly it was better." Some officers shouted, and their tone was a little confused.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know what happened.

It doesn't matter?

Of course impossible!

The explosion sound was at least hundreds of kilometers away, and I could listen to it ...

There must be a big deal.

Ding Ling Bell ~

The telephone ringing sounded rapidly, and an staff reached out and picked it up immediately.

"Hey, combat headquarters!"

"Ah! Ah!!! Okay, okay, I know, I will report the general."

After the staff hung up the phone, I saw all the eyes of comrades and others looked at themselves, and touched my scalp. "General, Mexicans announced 10 minutes ago ..."

"I experimented with a X Wu in the Qiwawa Desert, name: Fatty child."

Intersection Intersection Intersection Intersection

This name is too plagiarism.

But this is not important, Lieutenant General McMoris opens his eyes hard now.

He felt trembling.

"X Wu?!"

Staff nodded hard.

Guru Guru ~

The sound of swallowing one after another.

It's over ...

Suddenly there is a feeling, like Zhang San next door, now it has become Zhang Fuhao!

You can no longer insult and beat them at will.

"Fake !!!!"

Nympho