LIGHTNOVELWORLD Rebirth begins at Skull Island
Chapter 136 The President's Fright
Chapter 136 The President's Fright
"How to say?"
The president looked up at the newly recruited chief staff officer, and listened quietly to the follow-up.
"If Your Excellency the President wants to prevent such incidents from happening again in the future."
"To be honest, it's a bit difficult. After all, the number of mutant groups is not large, or quite small. It's not realistic to wipe them all out."
"If you want to solve it, the best way is to divide and rule, that is, to attract some to deal with the other."
"But if your Excellency the President just wants to solve this person, it will be much easier."
Ron Kessein pushed his glasses and continued:
"Everyone has weaknesses, desires, power, money, etc. As long as we grasp a little bit, why can't we control that monkey?"
"No shit!"
The Minister of Homeland Security, Mark Victor, looked disdainful. He was obsessed with chivalry since he was a child, and he hated blackmailing others the most in his life. Even if it was an enemy, he would only use the most direct means.
"I suggest arresting directly!"
"How to catch?"
General Kebar put down the information in his hand and bluntly attacked the Secretary of Homeland Security.
As soon as he read the specific information of that war, he realized that this man and beast could no longer be dealt with by traditional warfare methods.
It is simply impossible to achieve arrest in a short period of time.
So then I put my eyes on the president and said in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency, I think our top priority now is to step up the absorption of the Cybertronian technology system and develop our own military industry!"
When the Minister of Finance Wanaq heard that he wanted to spend money again, and the words came from an old enemy, he immediately interjected:
"Sorry, no money!"
"you!!"
General Kebar glared at Vanag, and was about to start, the black president quickly comforted him:
"All right, all right, the military industry needs to develop, but there is no rush."
"The first thing to deal with now is how to deal with those mutants."
"Your Excellency, that monkey..."
As soon as Ron Kessein's words were out of his mouth, he met the president's dark feet.
"How to deal with it? A mountain combat brigade was beaten like that!" The black president was a little irritable, and said in a very unfriendly tone:
"Do you expect me to start a division-level war on the soil of this country?"
As soon as these words came out, Ron Keseyin really shut his mouth obediently.
Half an hour later, the black president walked out of the office blankly.
He reached out and took the coat from the bodyguard, refused the latter's request to help him put it on, put it on himself, and then took out a cigarette from his pocket.
This time he did not refuse the bodyguard's help, lit up, thanked him, and walked slowly to the balcony.
Today's meeting was considered a success.
At least through the implementation of the mutant registration program, it can be regarded as a solution to a big problem.
As for that monkey.
To be honest, Obapp feels quite puzzled.
The most important thing is that there was not enough force to suppress it, otherwise the zoo would be the monkey's final destination!
But having said that, without this monkey, the finance department may not have opened such a big opening to spend the money on military research and development.
Remote control robot?
Embedded armor?
Mutant Potion?
Obap shook his head, and shook off the incomprehensible drawing instructions in his mind.
He was a statesman, and he could only be a statesman.
Soon.
After smoking a cigarette, he took a few deep breaths, then walked back indoors, and went downstairs under the guidance of the bodyguards.
At this time, many tourists were stopping in the lobby of the White House, listening to what the leader of the tour was explaining.
Obapu, who was suddenly excited, went downstairs and walked over.
Seeing the president approaching, the young tour guide hurriedly said excitedly:
"Everyone! Attention! Now we solemnly invite you, the President of the United States, His Excellency Barack Obap!"
Immediately!
The tourists burst into jubilation, clapping and clapping, taking pictures and shouting.
The atmosphere suddenly entered the high court.
"Be quiet, everyone be quiet."
Obap pressed his hands down and said with a smile on his face:
"Welcome everyone to visit the White House. As the temporary housekeeper of the White House, I will give each of you a small gift before your departure. I hope you will not dislike it."
"Ula!"
The tourists cheered.
At this time, several young teenagers waved the notebooks in their hands and said loudly:
"Your Excellency! Your Excellency! Can you sign us?"
"of course can!"
Obapu motioned to the bodyguards to bring the children in front together.
Looking at these lively young people, the black president thought of himself back then.
He took the notebook of the first girl with freckles and asked:
"what's your name?"
"Buyao Bilian"
"Okay, Bu Yao Bilian."
The black president flamboyantly wrote down the girl's name on the first page of the notebook and gave it back to the girl.
The second one is a tall, chubby boy.
"Kuang Qiu Ding Yue."
The third, a little black girl.
"Joan of Arc. Hao Qiong."
Obap stroked the black girl's dirty braids, with a particularly gentle expression on her face.
At this time, the last boy came over.
Seeing the boy's empty hands, Obap smiled and waved to the bodyguards beside him.
Afterwards, the bodyguard handed over a brand new notebook.
"Hello, young man, what is your name?"
"Rod Smith."
The teenager smiled brightly, showing eight teeth.
"Well, Rod Smith..."
moment!
Obapu thought of something, raised his head suddenly, stared at the boy with his eyes, and made a frustrating voice:
"What Rhodes...what Smith...?"
"It's the Rhodes you know, that Smith..."
The expression on the boy's face was still bright.
"Snapped."
Obapu took two steps back in an instant, and the notebooks and pens in front of him were scattered on the ground.
This scene immediately alerted the bodyguards around him.
Although they wondered why the president was afraid of the child, the bodyguard's accusation made them immediately pull out their pistols, protect the president behind them, and aim the gun at the boy.
What happened one after another in a short period of time stunned the surrounding tourists, but when they saw the bodyguards pulled out their guns, they immediately thought that there was an attack about to happen.
One by one retreated in a hurry, and then ran out one after another, and the fear spread.
However, as the center of the event.
The young man just took a step forward and bent down amidst the vigilance of the bodyguards and the president.He picked up the book on the ground, patted it in his hand, then raised his head and said:
"Is it necessary? I just want to talk to you about something."
talk about things?
Your presence is the scariest thing!
The black president really wants to curse, but as a president, he must have the bearing of a president.
Although it's cool to scold the street like this, he can't do it at all.
So he could only suppress his anger, and asked in a deep voice:
"What are you talking about!"
"Something that's good for both of us."
(End of this chapter)
"How to say?"
The president looked up at the newly recruited chief staff officer, and listened quietly to the follow-up.
"If Your Excellency the President wants to prevent such incidents from happening again in the future."
"To be honest, it's a bit difficult. After all, the number of mutant groups is not large, or quite small. It's not realistic to wipe them all out."
"If you want to solve it, the best way is to divide and rule, that is, to attract some to deal with the other."
"But if your Excellency the President just wants to solve this person, it will be much easier."
Ron Kessein pushed his glasses and continued:
"Everyone has weaknesses, desires, power, money, etc. As long as we grasp a little bit, why can't we control that monkey?"
"No shit!"
The Minister of Homeland Security, Mark Victor, looked disdainful. He was obsessed with chivalry since he was a child, and he hated blackmailing others the most in his life. Even if it was an enemy, he would only use the most direct means.
"I suggest arresting directly!"
"How to catch?"
General Kebar put down the information in his hand and bluntly attacked the Secretary of Homeland Security.
As soon as he read the specific information of that war, he realized that this man and beast could no longer be dealt with by traditional warfare methods.
It is simply impossible to achieve arrest in a short period of time.
So then I put my eyes on the president and said in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency, I think our top priority now is to step up the absorption of the Cybertronian technology system and develop our own military industry!"
When the Minister of Finance Wanaq heard that he wanted to spend money again, and the words came from an old enemy, he immediately interjected:
"Sorry, no money!"
"you!!"
General Kebar glared at Vanag, and was about to start, the black president quickly comforted him:
"All right, all right, the military industry needs to develop, but there is no rush."
"The first thing to deal with now is how to deal with those mutants."
"Your Excellency, that monkey..."
As soon as Ron Kessein's words were out of his mouth, he met the president's dark feet.
"How to deal with it? A mountain combat brigade was beaten like that!" The black president was a little irritable, and said in a very unfriendly tone:
"Do you expect me to start a division-level war on the soil of this country?"
As soon as these words came out, Ron Keseyin really shut his mouth obediently.
Half an hour later, the black president walked out of the office blankly.
He reached out and took the coat from the bodyguard, refused the latter's request to help him put it on, put it on himself, and then took out a cigarette from his pocket.
This time he did not refuse the bodyguard's help, lit up, thanked him, and walked slowly to the balcony.
Today's meeting was considered a success.
At least through the implementation of the mutant registration program, it can be regarded as a solution to a big problem.
As for that monkey.
To be honest, Obapp feels quite puzzled.
The most important thing is that there was not enough force to suppress it, otherwise the zoo would be the monkey's final destination!
But having said that, without this monkey, the finance department may not have opened such a big opening to spend the money on military research and development.
Remote control robot?
Embedded armor?
Mutant Potion?
Obap shook his head, and shook off the incomprehensible drawing instructions in his mind.
He was a statesman, and he could only be a statesman.
Soon.
After smoking a cigarette, he took a few deep breaths, then walked back indoors, and went downstairs under the guidance of the bodyguards.
At this time, many tourists were stopping in the lobby of the White House, listening to what the leader of the tour was explaining.
Obapu, who was suddenly excited, went downstairs and walked over.
Seeing the president approaching, the young tour guide hurriedly said excitedly:
"Everyone! Attention! Now we solemnly invite you, the President of the United States, His Excellency Barack Obap!"
Immediately!
The tourists burst into jubilation, clapping and clapping, taking pictures and shouting.
The atmosphere suddenly entered the high court.
"Be quiet, everyone be quiet."
Obap pressed his hands down and said with a smile on his face:
"Welcome everyone to visit the White House. As the temporary housekeeper of the White House, I will give each of you a small gift before your departure. I hope you will not dislike it."
"Ula!"
The tourists cheered.
At this time, several young teenagers waved the notebooks in their hands and said loudly:
"Your Excellency! Your Excellency! Can you sign us?"
"of course can!"
Obapu motioned to the bodyguards to bring the children in front together.
Looking at these lively young people, the black president thought of himself back then.
He took the notebook of the first girl with freckles and asked:
"what's your name?"
"Buyao Bilian"
"Okay, Bu Yao Bilian."
The black president flamboyantly wrote down the girl's name on the first page of the notebook and gave it back to the girl.
The second one is a tall, chubby boy.
"Kuang Qiu Ding Yue."
The third, a little black girl.
"Joan of Arc. Hao Qiong."
Obap stroked the black girl's dirty braids, with a particularly gentle expression on her face.
At this time, the last boy came over.
Seeing the boy's empty hands, Obap smiled and waved to the bodyguards beside him.
Afterwards, the bodyguard handed over a brand new notebook.
"Hello, young man, what is your name?"
"Rod Smith."
The teenager smiled brightly, showing eight teeth.
"Well, Rod Smith..."
moment!
Obapu thought of something, raised his head suddenly, stared at the boy with his eyes, and made a frustrating voice:
"What Rhodes...what Smith...?"
"It's the Rhodes you know, that Smith..."
The expression on the boy's face was still bright.
"Snapped."
Obapu took two steps back in an instant, and the notebooks and pens in front of him were scattered on the ground.
This scene immediately alerted the bodyguards around him.
Although they wondered why the president was afraid of the child, the bodyguard's accusation made them immediately pull out their pistols, protect the president behind them, and aim the gun at the boy.
What happened one after another in a short period of time stunned the surrounding tourists, but when they saw the bodyguards pulled out their guns, they immediately thought that there was an attack about to happen.
One by one retreated in a hurry, and then ran out one after another, and the fear spread.
However, as the center of the event.
The young man just took a step forward and bent down amidst the vigilance of the bodyguards and the president.He picked up the book on the ground, patted it in his hand, then raised his head and said:
"Is it necessary? I just want to talk to you about something."
talk about things?
Your presence is the scariest thing!
The black president really wants to curse, but as a president, he must have the bearing of a president.
Although it's cool to scold the street like this, he can't do it at all.
So he could only suppress his anger, and asked in a deep voice:
"What are you talking about!"
"Something that's good for both of us."
(End of this chapter)
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