Lin Dong, unperturbed, took a sip of coffee and crossed his legs: "I know, isn't it just the Glorious Society?"

“To you, these people are like gods, high above you.”

"But for me, they are just bigger stumbling blocks on my way forward."

"Director Galen, if you just tell me the truth, you'll suffer much less damage later. Otherwise, hehe..."

Lin Dong's threatening sneer sent a chill down Garen's spine.

He knew in his heart that Lin Dong's threat was not just empty talk.

This demon in front of me is capable of anything when he gets angry.

If Garen went against his wishes, he couldn't imagine what a terrible state the United States would become!

"I'll give you five minutes to think it over. You can call your president right now and ask for his instructions," Lin Dong said calmly.

Garen was in a constant internal struggle. Upon hearing this, he quickly ran behind his desk and pulled a blue telephone from a drawer.

With trembling fingers, he dialed a number leading to the Cheyenne Mountain military base.

Lin Dong ignored him, finished his coffee, and leaned back on the sofa to rest.

......

Only 3 minutes had passed.

Galen's call with President Clinton has ended.

He hung up the phone with a heavy expression and sat back down on the sofa like a wooden statue.

How perceptive was Lin Dong?

He seemed to have already guessed the final outcome:

"What? President Clinton didn't agree?"

Garen nodded and sighed, "Mr. Lin, I... I've done my best. Let's settle the accounts first."

Lin Dong grinned, revealing two rows of bright white teeth:

"Alright, I've given you plenty of face with this cup of coffee. I'll handle things my way from now on, please don't take offense, Director!"

Garen was startled and unconsciously looked up at Lin Dong.

This discovery plunged him into a vortex more terrifying than hell.