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He hesitated for a moment, picked up the envelope and opened it. There were two pieces of paper in the envelope.
One seemed to be some edited conversations, and the other was in ordinary letter format.
Foster raised his glasses and looked carefully, the expression on his face suddenly became terrified, and then panicked.
The first piece of paper contained the content of his conversation with Killian. If it was leaked, he would face indefinite imprisonment.
Foster quickly turned his head and looked around the room, making sure that there was no one else here except himself, before he looked at the other letter in his hand.
"
Good evening, Mr. Foster.
I'm sorry to write to you in this way.
I learned that you were threatened and coerced by criminals, who threatened you with your daughter to help them kill the President.
I am very concerned about this and I am worried about you.
"
Looking at these lines, Foster's face became increasingly gloomy.
He knew the truth, and since the other party sent him the call records between himself and Killian, he obviously knew it too.
He continued to look down.
"
To protect you as the Vice President of the United States from unlawful harm and to protect the security and stability of the United States.
I had to do something about it.
Your daughter has been completely healed thanks to my efforts.
From now on, I hope we can become friends who work together for world peace.
"
Oh! Peace!
The person who wrote this letter probably didn't believe a single word of it when he wrote it, right?
Foster gritted his teeth and exhaled through them.
"
You don't need to panic or worry about this.
Someday I may need your help, or maybe not. But until then, accept this justice as a Christmas gift for your daughter.
"
The signature is 'The.A.Godfather'.
The godfather of an organization?
Just as Foster was reading the letter, falling into fear, anger and doubt, the study door suddenly opened, and the sound of a snap made him jump with fright.
Like a funny prawn.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
A small figure ran in and hugged him tightly.
It’s a daughter!
Chapter 35. Everything is empty
Flying in the air, Lei Mu looked back at Vice President Foster's quiet villa.
At this point, the vice president should have received his letter, and based on his personality and data analysis, he should choose to compromise.
Of course, Lai Mu intends to control more than just the Vice President of the United States. Just one Vice President is not enough.
Let’s set a small goal first, to make half of the American congressmen our own people.
However, there is still one thing to do.
He set the navigation position on the Ghost Armor to Miami, USA.
Now that it has come out, just solve all the related issues at once.
For example, the mastermind behind the terrorist attacks, Aldrich Killian.
Come to think of it, he actually has some relationship with Tony Stark.
Killian used to be a big fan of Stark, but after being stood up by Stark at the Millennium Gala, he held a grudge and became determined to make a difference.
He made a lot of money by researching the Extremis virus, but he gradually discovered that it was unstable and often exploded, killing countless people.
So Killian found another actor as a stand-in and performed a scene in front of the public where the Ten Commandments terrorists attacked the United States.
Keeping Killian around would not only be a scourge to society, but could also pose a threat to the people around Lai Mu.
There was no reason for him to just leave it alone.
/——————
Miami.
Killian's base is in a manor here.
From above, his estate is twice as big as the vice president's home, brightly lit and magnificent. There is also a huge artificial lake outside the gate, which is warm in winter and cool in summer, with a pleasant breeze.
This guy really knows how to enjoy himself.
Lai Mu landed not far away, took off his ghost armor, and walked towards the manor along the lake, feeling the cool breeze.
At the end of his sight, there were two guards at the gate of the manor, pulling a dog. They had guns on their waists and looked around, not letting up even in the middle of the night.
It looks heavily guarded.
So, we need a spectacular assassination.
Next is the assassination tutorial:
The first step is to determine the location of your assassination target.
The second step is to walk over and kill everyone who blocks your way.
The third step is to turn around gracefully, leave when the work is done, and hide your achievements and fame.
Okay, now that you have learned it, go find a terrorist base to practice!
……
The two guards looked at the man in the white hood approaching from a distance, and walked towards him cautiously, leading their dogs.
"Who! Stop now!"
One of them pulled out a gun, aimed, and shouted a warning. The dog with them also lay down and barked softly.
"This is private property ahead! If you come any closer we'll shoot!"
However, the man who came was like a deaf person or a fool. He walked towards them without dodging or avoiding the gun muzzle, getting closer and closer.
When he was two or three meters away, the guard could not help but pull the trigger. A cruel look flashed in his eyes, and he emptied the magazine of bullets with a crackling sound.
After the gunshot, the man in the white hood finally stopped and staggered...
For a long while, in the gradually dazed gaze of the guard, he did not fall down.
If you listen carefully, you can still hear him mumbling something under his breath.
"All things are false, all things are permitted..."
The hooded man raised his hand, and a handful of bullets slowly fell from his hand. When the bullets fell to the ground, there was a crisp sound of metal collision.
No more, no less, exactly fifteen bullets in a magazine, and it went off fifteen times.
Seeing this inhuman scene, the two guards turned around in horror and fled decisively.
The hooded man disappeared in an instant, and he chased after them and punched each of them, shattering their bulletproof vests and sending them to see God.
He raised his fist and blew into it.
"Times have changed, man. Who plays with guns nowadays? We all play with magic."
...Magic (Physical Version).
The patrol dog, who had seen its two masters die tragically in an instant, barked angrily and rushed forward. The hooded man waved his hand, picked up the dog by its legs and threw it into the lake behind him with a splash.
He walked through the gate into the manor.
There are many green areas in the manor. The vegetation in the small park is neatly trimmed. Among the vegetation is a white marble fountain and a sculpture of the Venus de Milo made of the same material.
Quite stylish.
'We have locked down all heat source reactions that match the characteristics in the area, a total of 27 people, including Killian.'
The body temperature of users of the Extremis virus will be very high, reaching a staggering several thousand degrees Celsius when regenerating severed limbs, and is usually much higher than that of ordinary people.
The more powerful ones can even spit flames from their mouths to attack.
Those who have been injected with the Extremis virus are the core members of the Killian organization. As long as they are all killed, this trip will basically be over.
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Wall-E works as a security guard in a large estate, which is a very leisurely job with a high salary.
This broken place has never been invaded by anyone, not even a thief. At most, some wild cats would come in occasionally to steal food.
Although he knew a little bit about the good things his superiors had done and had helped to deal with some of the dirty work, he didn't care. He was just trying to get by, so it didn't matter where he lived.
Today it is his turn to work the night shift and patrol the manor.
My companion had to go to the toilet urgently.
Wall-E leaned against the wall in the corridor, happily lit himself a legal American cigarette, and took a deep puff.