Trump quickly saw everyone off, then took out a pair of red Superman underwear and put them on over himself.
The black trousers paired with these red underwear just look a bit odd.
However, after feeling the immense power within him, Trump laughed, saying it was just a minor embarrassment, nothing to worry about.
Although it only has a fraction of Superman's power, it's enough for Trump to fly and disappear into the ground.
And he felt the vitality in his body once again, especially in that area, where he felt full of energy.
Let's hunt to our hearts' content tonight!
...
In an incredibly luxurious conference room in southern Bald Eagle.
A group of bigwigs who used to be frequently featured in newspapers were sitting in this conference room, smoking and enjoying themselves.
Each person had a woman sitting next to them, giving them a massage.
It perfectly embodies the true colors of capitalist tycoons.
An elderly man with blond hair sat in the main seat, looking greedily at the people on either side of him, and said, "Gentlemen, now that the other side has obtained something good, how should we obtain it?"
They spoke so grandly and eloquently, as if the thing belonged to them.
“Mossford, this is not a good situation,” another tycoon said.
Mosford said with a look of regret, "We were too slow to react at the time."
"If we could know Trump's moves in advance, we could definitely stop him."
"It's not that he's managed to win over most of the military's forces and stabilize the situation by relying on them."
The others also sighed.
Although they now control the southern part of the Bald Eagle and have also won over the remaining military forces.
But it's really not easy to take action against the north now.
At this moment, one of the tycoons couldn't help but sneer: "I'm telling you all, please stop pretending, okay?"
"I refuse to believe that there aren't any of your people in that military!"
"Now we need to figure out how to get the super serum and that spacecraft from them."
“Especially considering Trump’s current power.”
"He got Superman's underwear, what should we do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tycoons present instantly composed themselves, their expressions turning cold and indifferent.
As the de facto controllers behind the bald eagle, they were caught off guard by Trump.
But how could there really be no backup plan at all?
They knew the chances of them getting into the store were slim, so they remained in a wait-and-see mode when Trump proposed the reforms.
Seeing Trump enter the store now proves that their thinking was correct.
Mosford slammed his fist on the table and said, "Two methods!"
"One option is to use our people over there to steal the results once they've made their research."
"Another method is to use the pressure of public opinion to get the other party to cooperate with us on their own initiative."
"We can use public opinion to undermine Trump's system. Once the reforms fail, he will no longer have a source of good fortune."
The tycoon sitting on the right added, "It's safest to go it two ways at once."
"In addition, we must also prepare for the worst, in case Trump turns against us."
"After all, he's not an ordinary person anymore; he now possesses Superman's underwear and has gained some of Superman's power."
There is an old saying in China: "A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall."
The tycoons present unanimously seconded and nodded in agreement!
...
Trump was quite pleased with himself after a night of hard work, never expecting that he had become so powerful.
"Mr. President, the people in the South have made their move!"
Upon arriving at his office, Trump received a briefing from his secretary.
All I could see in the newspapers and various information channels controlled by the South was that Trump should share what he had obtained.
We are all part of the Bald Eagle, so why should the people in the north enjoy this privilege?
Trump laughed when he saw this. Wasn't this the same tactic they used to use when dealing with China?
Are you using this against me now?
Trump felt it was surreal; using this method against me, did they really think I was from the Dragon Kingdom?
"Mr. President, how should we respond?"
Trump sneered, "A response?"
"What response?"
"Isn't this a classic case of moral blackmail? Do you think I have any morals?"
The secretary was speechless, thinking to herself, "What kind of morality do you have?"
If you had any morals, you wouldn't have gone to comfort those widows yesterday!
But he didn't dare say it out loud.
He still needs this job; more importantly, this job allows him to obtain the super serum he has researched as soon as possible.
Trump coldly replied, "As long as I have no morals, morality cannot hold me hostage."
"Those tycoons on the other side are just getting old and their brains are failing."
"You really think I have morals?!"
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: if the other party knows I have no morals, then why are they still doing this?
Trump fell into deep thought, trying to figure out what the other party's purpose was.
However, he quickly realized that the other party was undermining his foundation.
The reason I was able to enter the shop this time is because I successfully changed my method and gained most of the fortune.
The other party wanted to use public opinion to make his reform fail and prevent him from receiving any more good fortune.
After all, the common people below simply cannot distinguish right from wrong.
The "happy education" of the past few decades has robbed people at the bottom of their ability to discern right from wrong, making them easily susceptible to being misled.
Trump stood up, revealing his red underwear underneath.
"Hold me a press conference, I'm going to fight back!"
The secretary was completely bewildered. Although she didn't know what the president was thinking, she still made the arrangements.
Then Trump called in the military and told them to protect the super serum and watch out for suspicious individuals.
Now Trump is no longer taking it lightly; he now knows just how insidious these tycoon heads are.
However, Trump now has his own ideas.
Engaging in a war of words with the other side is pointless; it will only lead you into their rhythm.
He decided to change course—to unleash his individual heroism!
At the press conference, Trump appeared in a flamboyant outfit, wearing Superman underwear.
He demonstrated Superman's power to everyone on the spot.
A single punch shatters a small mountain; flight speeds exceeding Mach 25.
Its eyes can emit laser beams that can penetrate steel plates several centimeters thick.
The power of willpower can make a 500-kilogram object float!
A strong body can even withstand shots from a heavy sniper rifle.
"Fellow citizens, believe me!"
"I, Trump, will make you live a life where everyone is like Superman."
"You will no longer be oppressed and exploited by punishment; you will be heroes and have your own glory."
Trump's speech thwarted the plutocrats' attack.
Other Western countries saw this and their eyes lit up; perhaps they could learn from this method.
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