manynovel #891 - Good teammates! (First update!)
#891 - Good teammates! (First update!)
Everything was back on track, back to the original plan, and an irrepressible excitement appeared on Bass's face.
Because the person they want to kill is the President of America. So far, there have been three presidents who have been assassinated in America's 300-year history.
Lincoln, Kennedy, and the previous President Bush.
Every assassination attempt on a president remains an unsolved case in the end, but everyone talks about the assassins who dared to assassinate these three presidents with great relish.
If he could kill Odebiao, then he would be talked about by others.
Moreover, you can be mentioned by more people.
After all, this is the first black president in American history. In addition, senior officials of the Department of Defense are also to be killed.
That’s a lot of people!
Imagining the scene of his successful assassination, Bass's smile became even crazier. He stood up, walked to the coffee machine, poured himself a cup of coffee, turned back to his subordinates, drank the coffee, and said:
"Everyone, whether we can achieve success and fame, and whether we can become rich and powerful, depends on tomorrow."
"Team A, according to the original plan, you are responsible for carrying out the bank robbery plan in downtown Arlington."
"Team B, you are responsible for transporting the drone."
"Team C, you are responsible for using a car bomb to blow up the Arlington government building."
"Team D, you are the most important team. Our success depends on you. Although this is your first time operating a drone, I believe in you."
"We will hand over all the smuggled drones to you. Each drone has 500 grams of explosives. There are 54 drones in total, which is enough to kill those people."
After drinking the coffee in one gulp, Bass couldn't help but turn around on the spot. Finally, he stopped facing the people in front of him, put his left hand behind his back, his right hand in front of his chest, bent down gracefully, and bowed.
"Everyone, after you leave here, no one is allowed to contact each other. All actions must be carried out according to the plan."
“Finally, I wish you all the best!”
In front of him, the subordinates stood up and left one by one after hearing his blessings.
After the last person disappeared at the door, Bass turned around and waved to the people who had been guarding the window, asking them to clean up the scene.
He took out a hat from his pocket, put it on his head, pulled his clothes tight, and lay down on the ground. He rolled several times on the dusty ground, covering the expensive clothes with a layer of dust. Then he looked satisfied, nodded, and disappeared at the door.
Meanwhile, across Virginia, in Maryland, Baltimore.
Albert, who was dressed elegantly, put down the financial documents in his hand, looked at the secretary who pushed the door in with curiosity, and asked with a smile on his face:
"Have you found out what that bastard Pablo is planning?"
The secretary who walked in was a white man who looked to be in his 30s. He had light blond hair and skin that was too white, making him look very eerie.
The secretary did not speak, but walked to Albert, unzipped his suit, took out a small USB drive from under his left armpit, and gently placed it on the table.
Then he took a half step back and stood there quietly, waiting for Albert to ask.
Insert the USB drive into the computer and read it.
After seeing some videos and photos in the USB drive, Albert raised his head and cast a questioning look at the secretary.
Noticing the gaze, the secretary coughed lightly and said:
"According to our investigation, Mr. Pablo mobilized a group of people who had been deployed to the American Capital Defense Force a long time ago."
"These people left under the pretext of taking a vacation, and then assumed new identities, and have been active in Washington, D.C., Maryland, and Arlington, Virginia."
"The scope of their activities is highly consistent with the recent schedule of American President Odebiao."
"In addition to this, our people also found out that one of the people used by Mr. Pablo was operating within these activity areas with a former Delta Force sniper."
"The photos and videos show the activities of these two people."
"In order to avoid alerting the enemy, our people did not get too close, so we don't know exactly what they want to do."
The secretary neither nodded nor shook his head, but simply changed the statement:
"They couldn't have called in these armed men just to do a group tour in Arlington."
These words shattered the last bit of fantasy in Albert's heart.
Yes, armed men, that’s to kill people.
If a group of armed personnel who have been arranged for a long time are suddenly mobilized, it must be impossible that they are asked to come out for team building or travel.
In addition, the activities of these people are highly consistent with Odebiao's itinerary. Even if you use your toes to think, you know that these people should take action against Odebiao.
Thinking of this, Albert just wanted to curse and kill people.
In the first century AD, the Jews were driven out of Palestine by the Romans, and began a life of exile without a homeland.
In modern times, the Jews wanted to rebuild their country, and several factions with the strongest desire for national restoration formed the Council of Elders.
The purpose is to mobilize everyone's resources and put funds and strength together so as to better suck blood from the whole world.
The Council of Elders has a spokesperson, who in turn selects several other spokespersons from among the Jews.
There are only three spokespersons in this round.
Ken is in charge of Europe, myself is in charge of America, and Pablo stays in Israel.
Europe was the old Jewish preserve, so the most obedient ones stayed in Europe.
America is the most powerful country in the world. Controlling America's economy is equivalent to controlling the world's economy.
As the one with the best financial acumen, I became the controller of the America region.
The Middle East is the Jewish dream homeland and the Jewish roots.
Pablo, who had the strongest desire for national restoration, was the most daring, but also the most stupid, became the President of Israel and was responsible for expanding Israel's territory.
And this idiot is also the most powerful among the three.
Because this guy has an army and can also mobilize the military forces that have been buried around the world by several Jewish tycoons for many years.
He couldn't understand why he had spent countless money and mobilized countless connections, and finally took advantage of the chaos in America to send Odebiao to the presidency.
Looking back, before the investment cost was even recovered, the idiot Pablo actually mobilized the hidden military forces to get rid of Odebiao.
I actually have no objection to killing Odebiao, as long as I can get back my investment costs.
Even if that beast Pablo could just give me a call, that would be fine.
As long as the other party makes it clear, I don’t disagree.
After all, there is no point in keeping a disobedient dog there.
But this stupid bastard didn't give me a single phone call, didn't keep me updated, and was even planning to let my investment go to waste.
This is asking for death!
Idiot!
waste!
brute!
evil creature!
After greeting Pablo's ancestors in his heart, Albert closed his eyes, began to take deep breaths and regulate his emotions.
After a long time, his breathing finally calmed down and he finally made a decision in his heart.
Pablo is a bad teammate!
I absolutely cannot let this pig ruin my years of planning.
Moreover, the purpose of life is to fight for one's dignity.
If I don't fight for this, Pablo will be more aggressive next time, or even directly destroy my stage.
Albert exhaled a breath of foul air, opened his eyes suddenly, and stared at the secretary in front of him:
"Didn't Pablo want to kill Odebiao? Let's help him!"
"You must immediately arrange for someone to find out the time and location of their attack, and then take action before they do."
"Lead the people over there!"
"Odebiao has been very high-profile these days. All the media are watching him. At this critical moment, he was assassinated."
"That would be great fun!"
On the opposite side, the secretary listened to the plan, smiled, nodded, turned around and left quickly.
Albert, who stayed in the room, took out an ordinary mobile phone from his pocket after the door was closed. He searched for a while, found a number in the address book, and dialed it:
"Is this Mr. Tyrande MacArthur? I have a small request. I have a few disobedient people who need to be dealt with. I wonder if Mr. Tyrande is willing to do so."
"Where are these people going?"
“They are all the cream of the crop in their respective trades and are perfect for greasin’ wheels.”
"Okay, I'll leave this to Mr. Tyrande."
After arranging the destination of those who defected to Pablo, Albert played with his mobile phone, tapping his forehead with it from time to time.
After a while, he called another secretary and asked him to look for some political newcomers who had emerged in recent years.
It would be best if it's the Democratic Party, but if that's not possible, the Republican Party is also fine.
After making the call, Albert picked up the document he had thrown away not long ago. Looking at the numbers on the document, he rolled his eyes and took out his cell phone again.
This time the call was to the people below.
"Let the people below move faster. If it doesn't work, let them bleed a little and let those damn Arabs make some money. Anyway, the money they make will eventually go back to the Middle East and be plundered by the Middle East's war machine."
“Hurry up!”
"Why? No reason. As your boss, I can do whatever I want!"
"In short, as long as you withdraw funds as quickly as possible, disrupt the rhythm of banks, and make those who are engaged in real estate go bankrupt."
Time slips away quietly in the busyness, and in the blink of an eye, it is late night.
White House.
Odebiao walked slowly towards the bedroom with trembling legs. When he reached the bedroom door, he turned to his wife and said:
"Don't let the Chief of Staff in before 5 o'clock."
After giving the instructions, he took another step with his trembling legs, walked towards the bed with a look of longing on his face, then, very ungracefully, pounced on the bed, rolled around on the soft bed, pulled the blanket over him, and went to sleep.
He slept very soundly that night.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the chief of staff shouting in his ear:
"Sir, it's time to get up. We have a lot of activities today and we have to arrange them early."
Odebiao lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.
The bedroom was brightly lit. His wife was standing at the end of the bed, looking at him apologetically, while his chief of staff was standing at the head of the bed, looking at him hopefully.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard his wife say apologetically:
"It's already 5:20 in the morning. I can't stop it."
Hearing this, Odebiao could only reluctantly get out of the bed, rub his cheeks vigorously, and walk out of the bedroom, asking as he walked:
"Was there any big news last night?"
The chief of staff was very dedicated to his work. As soon as he finished speaking, he took out some documents from his pocket and began to explain:
"There is no big news. The bigger news is that China released some videos saying they were testing some missiles."
"The video was very bold and totally inconsistent with their previous image."
"The Pacific Theater Commander, Mr. Dana, sent a message to the Department of Defense, saying that this matter needs to be returned to the Pentagon for careful study, and he is already on his way."
"Other than that, there is no news of particular note."
"It's quite cold today, sir. You will need to get wet in the rain later, so I suggest you don't wear a sweater."
This suggestion made Odebiao unable to help but turn around and look at the chief of staff and ask:
"Why don't you mind giving me an umbrella?"
"You have to act out the whole act!" the chief of staff replied, turned and walked towards the living room, while Odebiao went to the bathroom to solve his personal problems.
At 6 o'clock in the morning, Odebiao and his entourage had just walked out of the White House when he saw an ambulance standing out in the convoy.
He raised his finger and asked curiously, "Is this car prepared for me?"
"You're quite thoughtful."
The chief of staff rolled his eyes and said, "That's General Hanks' car. He was in a car accident yesterday and was given emergency treatment in the hospital. He is out of danger now."
“And then he came today.”
"He is a man of great strength despite his disability. I don't really know what he is going to do."
"However, if he gets caught in the rain and catches a cold and a fever and dies, then the position of the Central Theater Commander can be replaced by someone else."
After making a gentle comment, the chief of staff walked towards Odebiao's car, opened the back door, and raised his hand to gesture for him to get in.
Odebiao stood by the car door, looked thoughtfully at the ambulance in the convoy, bent down, and got into the car.
The chief of staff closed the door casually, opened the passenger door and got in.
The horn sounded, and the car in front started slowly, marking the beginning of the journey forward.
In the ambulance, Hanks sat by the window with a frown on his face, his slightly narrowed eyes fixed on Odebiao's car.
Just now, he received the gaze from Odbiao, but there was no worry in that gaze, but instead an indescribable feeling...
Cheerful.
seem……
It was actually a good thing for him that he, the commander of the Central Theater, was eliminated.
md!
If it wasn't for maintaining and expanding the network, no one would come back and participate in this crappy event.
Odebiao!
Wait!
If you survive today, I lose!