Chapter 583 Crazy Election! (Second Update!)

The vehicle crossed the bridge over the river, passed through the bustling downtown, and stopped in front of the Capitol.

After standing in front of the building for a while, he took a deep breath, stretched out his long legs, and walked into the building step by step.

On the top floor of the Capitol, he found the Senate President and submitted the budget report in his hand. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by the Senate President:

"White, I want to ask you a question, is the army below really reliable?"

This sentence made White feel like being struck by lightning.

The new Secretary of Defense, who had just taken over the Ministry of Defense, slowly turned his head, his handsome face was full of fear, and his eyes were also widened to the maximum under his ability.

It seemed that he heard something incredible.

At this moment, he wanted to open his mouth to speak, but his open mouth felt extremely dry. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out, only dry and hoarse.

Behind the desk, the Senate President saw all of White's actions, raised his hands to press his forehead, pressed his two thumbs to the position of his temples, and rubbed them hard.

A few minutes later, the Senate President let go of his hands, and the whole person collapsed on the sofa, saying:

"Rumor has it that several waves of terrorists from the Middle East have landed in America."

"Then, they can't be found."

"You heard it right, the powerful America can't find a few terrorists."

"Then there is another piece of news. The reason why our two candidates are so eager to fight is that someone is behind the scenes, and finally, this person who is fanning the flames seems to control the army somewhere."

"If this is true, then there may be an uncontrollable disaster on the day the election begins."

The Senate President said it very seriously, with a completely sincere look.

However, White did not respond, but raised his eyes and examined the person in front of him with his light blue eyes.

No words, no other movements.

Just staring at people.

Being stared at with such a direct gaze, the Senate President did not react at first, but soon, he began to feel uncomfortable all over his body, as if there were dozens of ants crawling on him.

Then, the ants turned into thousands, tens of thousands, and even hundreds of thousands.

At this moment, his whole body began to twist. Just as he was about to twist and crawl, White retracted his gaze and shook his head gently:

"Mr. Senate President, I will pay attention to the relevant news and issue some orders."

"I will do my best to control the army and prevent them from getting involved."

"As for the rest, you need to control them yourself, especially those terrorists. To be honest, if we abandon the gap in weapons and local advantages, the combat effectiveness of the army in most parts of our country is not as good as these terrorists."

After saying this, he walked out of the office alone and disappeared in the corridor.

In the office, the Senate President looked at the departing back uncertainly and said nothing.

He waited until the end of get off work and until he got in his car, then he took out an Apple mobile phone, turned it on, and logged into the chat software.

He sent a string of numbers to the chat software.

Not long after, he also received a digital reply.

Looking at the numbers on the screen, the Senate President slowly converted the numbers into text in his mind, and finally showed a calm smile.

Then he deleted the string of numbers, turned off his phone, and leaned back to sleep.

North of Arlington, CIA headquarters.

A black bulletproof car slowly drove from the direction of Arlington. As it moved forward, the car window was open, and a beautiful Middle Eastern woman's face appeared from the car window. In her beautiful eyes, there was an exploration of the surrounding things.

Her eyes blinked and her long eyelashes were like a brush, brushing the passing police and CIA intelligence officers' hearts.

When the vehicle stopped on the side of the road, the CIA security personnel walked over quickly, holding the holster with his left hand, knocked on the car window very politely, and then extended his right hand to the woman who stuck his head out in a more gentlemanly manner: "Hello, beautiful lady, are you here for tourism?"

"Also, please show your ID."

Hearing the voice, the woman sitting in the co-pilot seat bent down and kept searching in the car storage compartment, as if she was searching for ID.

As she searched, she also exposed the person in the left main driver's seat.

It was still a woman, a woman wearing a maroon dress and with a graceful figure.

After hearing the question, the woman was also stunned, then bent down and looked for something in the grid of the center console.

Along with the sound of fingers rummaging through the documents, the two CIA security guards outside the car window also took the opportunity to get into a car. There were only two women in the car, and they looked obviously Middle Eastern Arabs.

With sweet looks, curvy figures, and graceful figures, if you can seriously discuss life with these two women at night, it will definitely bring a ray of light and a trace of beautiful memories to your gloomy life.

Just as the two were fantasizing, the two beauties in the car raised their heads, spread their hands with ten fingers, barely covering their faces, revealing a tearful look, and then stammered:

"That...that we came out in a hurry and didn't bring our ID."

"Look, can you let us go, we promise to bring our ID next time."

The words with a slightly tearful tone made the two security guards stunned, but after the two looked at each other, they both smiled at the same time.

With a smile, the two leaned on the car door with both hands, and locked their eyes on the two people in the car. After a moment, the smiles on their faces turned into greed, endless greed.

That gentle voice, with endless greed, slowly sounded:

"Ladies, this is the CIA, not a messy place."

"You two have violated the law by driving here. According to the general way, we only need to drive you away, but the problem is that you don't have your ID."

"You don't have your ID, you are a stranger, and you suddenly appear in the CIA."

"All these conditions add up to tell us that this is not a coincidence, so I need you two to come with us. We will find out your identity in the shortest time and clear your name."

"However, during the investigation, you need to pay something yourself."

"Now, please open the door."

The mechanical lock of the door fell at the same time as the sound fell, and the two security guards opened the back door without hesitation and sat on it.

Sitting in the car, the two remained alert, leaning forward all the time, and holding their hands on the holsters. As long as the person in front of them made any movement, they could quickly draw their guns and kill them.

The person in the co-pilot seat also got off the car at this time, got on the car from the left side calmly, squeezed past the security personnel, and sat down between the two people.

After sitting down, she first swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then raised her head to the two people with a bright smile as if she had made an important decision.

After the smile, there was a timid cry: "Brother, let us go."

The voice was numb, gentle, and charming.

Like the spring breeze from early summer in April, with a hint of gentleness and a hint of coolness, it passed through the ears of the two security personnel.

Let the trace of humanity in their hearts completely disappear, leaving only desire.

Under the guidance of the two people, the car started again and then slowly drove towards the CIA.

With two security guards in the car, the car naturally passed through the front gates.

When they drove to a fork in the road, when the two people behind them said they wanted to turn left, the woman in the middle suddenly started, and before the two people behind them could react, the sharp nails cut the necks of the two people.

While the two men were busy covering their throats, the woman quickly grabbed the gun and fired wildly at the people next to her.

Bang, bang, bang!

The gunshots rang out, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the CIA building.

Americans are used to gunfights, especially various security personnel and guards.

Years of training allow them to easily distinguish between gunshots and firecrackers.

Although the gunshots were dull, they were still gunshots. They dodged into the bunkers at the fastest speed, drew their guns, and were alert to the surroundings.

In this way, the bulletproof car that suddenly accelerated was particularly conspicuous.

The moment they saw the car, the security personnel of the CIA building pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At the main entrance of the CIA building, there was a flat lawn, and the gate guard responsible for security checks was outside the lawn.

The bullets hit the car with a crackling sound, but not only did it not break the defense, but it made the driver step on the accelerator again, and the vehicle speeded up again.

A few seconds later, under the horrified gaze of the security guards at the gate, the bulletproof car broke through the bulletproof glass and crashed into the hall.

At that moment, the car exploded.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, and the shock wave generated by the explosion, carrying the broken bulletproof glass, attacked in all directions.

For a moment, there were only the crackling sounds of debris hitting the wall and the flesh, and the screams of people affected by the explosion.

The sound of the explosion shook the earth, and the people in the entire CIA building were stunned at first, and then their eyes widened at the same time in an instant.

An incredible idea flashed through their minds.

The CIA building was attacked by a bomb!

This tnd is a joke!

After this idea flashed, these intelligence-related people, without any hesitation, took out their guns, loaded the bullets, and followed the crowd to leave from the other side of the passage.

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On the other side, California, Silicon Valley, Stanford University Plaza.

President Bush Gomen sat in a bulletproof car, communicating with his staff and assistants about the details of the speech.

As a president, he knew very well why America could become the world's hegemon.

So, although he was a conservative Republican, he was not very conservative. He was willing to accept reality and new things.

And the theme of his speech this time was to embrace new things.

Of course, the main purpose was to let the students who came learn to use smartphones to canvass votes, form chat groups, form groups, and form support clubs to help them vote.

After communicating the details for a while, the assistant looked at the time and nodded slightly: "Mr. President, the time is up, we should go out."

Bush nodded, stood up slowly, asked the assistant to help him tidy up his clothes, and then took a step and slowly got out of the car.

Seeing him appear, the security personnel around him were refreshed, their sharp eyes narrowed, and they swept around like searchlights, not letting go of anything that might threaten safety.

Under everyone's gaze, Bush walked slowly onto the stage, held the podium with both hands, and tapped the microphone with his left index finger.

The surrounding speakers cooperated very well at this time, and the sound was very clear and without noise.

After the test, Bush stood on the podium and slowly turned around, looking at the people around him, and then put his mouth to the microphone and asked with a smile: "My dear gentlemen, ladies, and children, have you eaten lunch?"

After this question was asked, the surroundings were quiet for a moment, but soon, there was a fierce response from the surrounding crowd.

"I ate!"

"Fried chicken!"

"Donuts with milk!"

The response was very intense and crazy.

Bush was very satisfied with the result. He did not interrupt the responses of these people, but stood there, smiling, quietly waiting for the sound to stop.

After the response, the person who responded also slowly stopped the sound and looked at the person on the stage.

When the venue fell silent again, Bush spoke again:

"Do you want to know about the world? Do you want to know about the living conditions of more than 6 billion people in the world? Do you want to know about the daily lives of people thousands of miles away?"

"Do you want to? If you do, then shout it out loud with me!"

After that, he raised his right hand and waved it vigorously.

The people around him also raised their hands following his movements, and some people got up from their chairs, followed him and raised their right hands, calling out loudly:

"I want to!"

"I want to!"

Amid the calls, a white Toyota pickup truck slowly appeared from the corner of the street outside the venue. The speed of the car was very slow.

The driver drove the car, but his eyes were fixed on the direction of the venue. The expression seemed to be eager, but unattainable.

The security guards on guard outside glanced at it and didn't care too much.

Someone just went over to check it out as a routine. The documents were complete, he didn't drink, and he was a white man.

Safe!

After a casual warning, the security guards turned and left, and at the moment they turned around, the pickup truck suddenly accelerated, knocked the security guards who were checking the documents to the ground, and then crashed straight into the distant venue.

As the vehicle moved forward, a voice could be heard from the cab: "For the Vice President! For America!"

There was a distance from the street on the side of the road to the venue, about two or three hundred meters, and it was all grass.

Pickup trucks have a natural advantage on this kind of grass, the wheels did not slip, and the speed was very fast.

Seeing this, the sniper on the high ground turned the muzzle and pulled the trigger frantically.

Toyota pickup trucks are of good quality, but in front of large-caliber armor-piercing bullets, the quality is no different from paper.

Three shots, the man was shot into three pieces.

But the pickup truck did not stop, it just deviated slightly.

In the end, it still crashed into the conference venue.

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PS: Two updates, the third update is at night, the cold has been recurring, and I can only stay in bed and write.

The result is that I type a few words and fall asleep, then sleep for two hours and wake up to continue typing.

This repeats.