"Let her wait for now." President Trump whispered.
"Come one by one."
He then raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows. A lot of bad things were in front of him.
“Why would they discuss confidential airstrike plans on a business chat app and even drag the editor-in-chief of The Atlantic into the group?”
President Trump placed his hands on the table and shook them.
His face was full of helplessness: "What is being said in the world news now? They say that the guys I selected, namely you guys, are just a bunch of makeshift teams."
"I really can't imagine that our vice president, secretary of state, national security adviser, secretary of defense and director of the CIA could collectively make such a serious and low-level mistake."
"You didn't even know there were outsiders present. You were still discussing the airstrike with great enthusiasm. I feel embarrassed when I read your chat records."
"Mr. President, it's my fault." US Vice President Vance lowered his head, "I failed to notice that there were irrelevant people present who said something against the EU."
"Because of your words, they have been completely stimulated. Haynes, please tell us the latest news." President Trump knocked on the table and said.
"Yes, Mr. President." National Intelligence Director Haines stood up. "According to the latest news, Pope Francis I has been working hard to get the European leaders to form a new defensive organization."
"The Catholic Church itself has also brought back to Europe several capable religious assistants from Tokyo, Japan, America and Southeast Asia."
"In particular, the UN Interpol director in Tokyo will hold a key position in this defensive organization."
"Look at what you've done." Trump shook his head.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. President." Vice President Vance stood up and apologized again, saying, "Under your wise leadership, those freeloaders in the EU will never amount to anything."
"Okay, stop flattering me and let's talk about the second thing." President Trump ignored the vice president and pointed at the holographic image.
"Yes, Mr. President." Chief of Naval Operations John Richardson stood up, saluted and said, "This enemy Type 815A electronic reconnaissance ship 798 has been in our [Carl Vinson] aircraft carrier formation for 72 hours!"
"It has been inserted between our two destroyers, and the spherical radar array on the deck is frantically scanning the island of our aircraft carrier."
"Can't our electronic systems attack it?" President Trump asked with a frown.
"I'm sorry, Mr. President, we have already lost twice in confrontations in the waters near the Philippines and Japan." John Richardson, the Chief of Naval Operations, lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "Our electronic technology level has fallen behind the enemy. We can't do it at all."
"Now all electronic communications from the Carl Vinson will be intercepted by the other side."
"Every message we send to the USS Carl Vinson will be known to the other side."
"What on earth do they want to do?" President Trump slammed his fist on the table. "Do they just want to provoke us and make us a laughing stock in the world?"
"I don't think so, Mr. President." Director of National Intelligence Haines stood up and called up another holographic video: "The sister ship of Ship 798, the USS Tianquanxing, is encircling from the waters of Taitung."
"Also, they were doing military exercises around Australia a while ago. I always felt like they were doing something."
"Just like the large-scale deployment of particle defense weapons in Hainan, it was not prepared for us at all."
"It seems to be exploring some route, guarding against something else."
"We are the number one country on this planet, but why do we seem to have no idea what the other party is doing?" President Trump leaned back and said, "What about this person? Can't we find him?"
"Such a dangerous psychic suspect is roaming around our country, and you don't even know his name."
"Mr. President, we have handed over all the information about this psychic to the Supreme Security Agency," said Director of National Intelligence Haines. "We used AI to analyze all the satellite images and surveillance video to identify this special person."
"From the total destruction of our First Air Force Base to the inexplicable fires that broke out across Los Angeles."
“The only thing that runs through it is this faceless Asian guy.”
"He is so special. His appearance completely blocked all the probes. Only his general figure remained unchanged."
"According to our tracking and AI analysis, the last place he appeared on public cameras was in Alaska."
"Excuse me, let me interrupt." Elon Musk, who was sitting on the periphery, raised his hand and said, "Due to the lag in comparison and AI analysis, your conclusion should be drawn in a few days."
"That is to say, you have been analyzing his route from behind, but you will never catch him this way."
"You should have forward-looking predictions and even analyze all the cameras at his next route point, so that you can quickly catch up with him."
"Well said!!! Elon!" Trump stretched out his hand and waved to Elon Musk, praising him: "By the way, the hat is really nice, it suits you very well!"
"I think so too, Your Excellency." Elon Musk straightened the baseball cap on his head.
There is a line of English written on it: "President Trump is right about everything."
"I bought this in your store, Mr. President." Elon Musk smiled brightly.
After the meeting.
President Trump returns to his office.
Demi Blackrock was sitting on the sofa on one side of the office.
When he saw Trump coming in, he stood up quickly.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Demi." Trump said with a smile and sat down at his seat. "I wanted to come earlier, too. Compared to talking to a beauty like Miss Demi, it's too boring to have a meeting with a bunch of old guys."
"No, we all know that the President has been very busy lately." Demi Blackley smiled slightly while wearing a beige formal dress and high heels.
"Okay, please take a seat, Miss Demi. Let's get straight to the point. I don't like beating around the bush." President Trump leaned back in the wide chair and said with a smile:
"You must be very surprised why I invited you here."
"Indeed, I am surprised that a small figure like me can get the attention of His Excellency the President." Demi Black straightened her back after sitting down.
"How is your father Netanyahu doing recently?" Trump suddenly asked.
Demi Black's eyes froze, and her smiling face slowly disappeared: "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. President."
"Okay, don't deny it here." President Trump waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, there is absolutely no one eavesdropping here."
“If you were not related to Netanyahu, I would not have asked you to come here.”
"I want to know how the President knew this." Demi Blackrock admitted with a serious expression.
"Is it strange? We monitor most of the communication equipment on this earth. As long as we want, we can always get some information." President Trump said with a smile:
"I really admire Prime Minister Netanyahu. As a Jewish elder, he is able to hold secular power in his hands."
"He also arranged for his illegitimate daughter to join the Jewish consortium of these old guys in North America, and now controls a lot of their assets."
“These old guys in North America thought they had picked up a good financial manager from a Jewish family in Europe, but who knew it was the daughter of Netanyahu, whom they had a problem with.”
Demi Blackrock had a complicated expression on her face.
She pinched the hem of her skirt with both hands.
No response.
On the surface, the Jews are a united front in the world.
Looks extremely united.
But there are still huge differences within the party.
Wherever there are people, there are conflicts and struggles.
Secular and religious.
New forces and old forces.
If those old guys knew that she was the daughter of Netanyahu, the new secular force in Judaism.
I'm afraid I'll be kicked out of the BlackRock consortium soon.
"Relax, don't be nervous, beautiful Miss Demi." President Trump continued: "To be honest, I am also annoyed by those old guys in the Federal Reserve."
"But that's how politics works. You have to fight against each other and win over each other. It's obvious that no one can live without the other, but you always try to trip up the other side."
"What a boring game!" Trump yawned and took a sip of coffee.
"Not only will I not expose your identity, I will also fully support you in gaining more power among those old guys."
"I hope you can stand firm, use the last of your financial resources, and fully support me in becoming the next president of the United States."
"If that's the case, Mr. President, please rest assured that I will be your loyal supporter." Demi Blackrock said seriously.
"Very good." Trump tapped the table. "How many docks does the BlackRock consortium own now? What is its annual cargo throughput around the world?"
Demi Black was stunned and hesitated: "Um, Mr. President"
"I know this is a business secret of your Jewish consortium, and you hide your power through various shareholdings. So tell me the throughput." Trump spread his hands: "This is not a secret, right?"
"It's around 52.3 million TEUs (standard containers)," said Demi Blackrock.
"I have a gift for you." Trump knocked on the table, then opened the drawer, took out a document, and pushed it to the corner of the desk.
Demi Blackrock stood up and took the document and looked at it.
A face full of surprise.
CK Hutchison Holdings' global port assets report.
"There are 43 ports in total, covering 23 countries around the world, including key ports at both ends of the Panama Canal, 199 terminals, and an annual throughput of 43 million TEUs (standard containers), accounting for 10.4% of the global total." Trump said solemnly:
"All sold in a package. The specific transaction amount will be discussed between you and him."
"Once you can eat it, it will account for nearly 30 percent of the world's container throughput."
"For some countries, I will ask them to pay an extra million in ship taxes."
"If you win such a big order, you will have more say in front of those old guys at the Federal Reserve."
"Of course, my lobbying funds cannot be less, otherwise, those old guys will also suspect you."
"Absolutely no problem, Mr. President." Demi Blackrock stood up with a look of excitement on her face: "Don't worry, I will be your strongest supporter in the next election."
This deal will definitely make those old guys trust me more.
One step closer to his father Netanyahu's plan.
And myself.
He must pull down Michaela Cohen, the woman who is riding on his head.
After Demi Blackburn left the White House.
Driving his own convertible Bentley.
Heading straight to southwest Washington.
There is a long back bay beach here.
The small town of Long Beach is close to the Pacific Ocean.
The coastline is known as the longest sandy beach in the world.
Compared to the beaches in the east, this one is much closer.
Many wealthy people in Washington State have bought villas here.
at this time.
A lively cocktail party was being held in a small bar.
Demi Blackrock got out of the car and came to the door of the bar.
Dozens of muscular black security guards stood at the door.
One of the black men wearing sunglasses and headphones came forward and said, "Excuse me, beautiful lady, this is a private party venue and you must be invited to enter."
Demi Blackrock took out a badge from her purse and shook it.
The black man took it and looked at it, his face changed, and he quickly bent his waist and returned the badge to Demi Black.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Blackrock, I didn't know you were coming. Please come in!" The black security guard hurriedly made an invitation gesture.
Demi Blackrock walked in carrying a small bag.
There were crowds of people inside.
Although the place is not big, it is well decorated and equipped.
It's a unique place in this wealthy beach town.
A beautiful Asian woman was sitting on a high platform acting as a DJ.
Skillfully promoting various key changes.
Nodding his head to the beat.
She saw Demi Blackred walk in from the opposite entrance, gesture to her from a distance, and nodded.
Watched him walk to the lounge.
Then he took off the headset and waved to the person next to him to come over and take his place.
Then he went backstage.
After walking through a long corridor, you will arrive at the garden lounge.
In the distance, I saw Demi Blacklad, who came to find me, standing by the railing.
Bending over the railing, I looked at the villa in the distance.
But she is petite, less than 1.6 meters tall.
The plump butt makes the beige skirt look extremely smooth.
The trace of the thong is slightly visible above the buttocks.
“Pah.”
The female DJ started with a hard slap.
The little palm sank deeply into it.
Causing a wave of ripples.
The magnitude of the shake is dizzying.
"ah!"
Demi Black turned around and said coquettishly, "What are you doing?"
"I'm still asking you, why did you come to me?" The female DJ took off her denim jacket and threw it aside: "It's definitely not good!!"
Revealing a black inner garment.
She picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck.
Then she tilted her head back and pushed her long brown hair back.
Curved black eyebrows.
The delicate and attractive Asian face has a pair of pupils that are close to European blood.
The lips painted with pink lip gloss look like the ecstasy that men covet.
Pink and plump.
Every wrinkle is charming.
"You don't want me to help you with anything again?" The female DJ frowned. "You're right." Demi Black said with a smile, "I'm here to ask you for help."
"No deal." The female DJ turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Demi Blackrock.
"This time I want you to go to Japan, and it's Tokyo." Demi Black made a pleading expression: "Just think of it as helping me."
"What are you going to Japan for?" The female DJ heard it was Tokyo, Japan.
The movement of leaving paused, and he looked back at the other person with a frown.
"Recently, my authority in BlackRock has been increasing. Those old guys have handed over a lot of North American business to me." Demi BlackRock held the female DJ's hands tightly with both hands and refused to let go:
"I can't take care of my business in Asia right now, so I need you to help me."
"Dream on." The female DJ struggled to free herself from her hands: "I live a carefree life here, I can do whatever I want, I won't fall into your trap of hard work."
As he said this, he picked up his denim jacket and prepared to leave.
"Xiao Nan, don't you want revenge?" Demi Blackley suddenly said.
After hearing this, the female DJ slowly stopped and struggled to break free.
Turning around and looking at Demi Blackrock.
Fire will burst from his eyes.
The name of the Mikami family seemed to carry endless magic, making it impossible for her to think.
"What's the meaning?"
"Because after you go to Tokyo, your opponent will be the Mikami family and that woman, Mikami Risa." Demi Black knew that her goal had been achieved and slowly released her hands.
He reached out and pulled back the fallen hair. "Do you know? The entire Japanese GPIF pension fund assets will reach 2 trillion US dollars. This is a very large amount of money. All the consortiums hope to participate in it."
"The Japanese government recently intends to recruit asset managers to allocate these two trillion dollars of assets." Demi BlackRock continued:
"Through GPIF, BlackRock can deeply intervene in Japan's government bonds, stocks and alternative investments."
"This is a great opportunity to control a large portion of the Japanese business pie!"
"I have already persuaded the current Japanese Prime Minister Shigekiu to become a bidder."
"Of course, there are many competitors, but the biggest competitor is the Mikami family."
"Their operator is Risa Mikami, the woman you dream of killing."
"It's her." The female DJ's small hands tightly twisted the towel, and the veins on her thin skin were exposed, as if it was the woman named Mikami Risa: "But, I'm not very good at investing."
"Are you kidding? If you are not good at it, who is? Besides, you don't need to analyze these. Is our team fake?" Demi Blackrock said with a smile:
"Just need you to keep an eye on it for me."
"I know you too well. The financing and mergers you did in Europe were quite impressive. Otherwise, I wouldn't have approached you."
"How's it going? Xiaonan!"
"This is your only chance to face the Mikami family and Mikami Risa."
"Knock her down!!"
"I have faith in you!!"
The female DJ took a deep breath and said, "I agree."
"That's right." Demi Black reached out her hand and patted her butt hard, "It's pretty full, not worse than that woman, Risa Mikami."
The female DJ rolled her eyes and didn't bother with her.
My mind has already flown to Tokyo.
Mikami family. Mikami Risa Here I come! Inside the InterContinental Hotel Los Angeles.
Fang Zuo looked at the two women lying in a mess on the carpet and shook his head.
Their white bodies look like two mares.
Although he passed out with his eyes closed, he still maintained the posture.
Arching her slender waist.
Crawling on the ground.
Sticking out her big white butt.
You still dare to show off even with this.
If I hadn't restrained myself, I would have lost my recovery spell.
I'm afraid someone would have died a long time ago.
Although this woman Li Zhenxin was trembling with fear at the beginning, her ruthlessness later made Fang Zuo look at her with some admiration.
No wonder he was so cruel as to deal with his own brother.
Forced to the point of overwhelm.
Crueler than anyone else.
He strolled downstairs in the elevator.
After receiving the message from him, Wang Jianguo had already been sitting in the hall waiting in an obedient manner.
"Real person." He saw Fang Zuo walk over, stand up and bend down.
"Please sit down." Fang Zuo waved his hand.
"Here are the documents you want." Wang Jianguo handed over a bunch of things.
Fang Zuo waved his hand and put it away.
Looking at Wang Jianguo who still refused to sit down and stood in front of him, hesitating to speak, he frowned and said, "If you have something to say, just say it!"
"I don't know how long you will stay in North America. I want to stay with you for a while," said Wang Jianguo.
"Not long." Fang Zuo said as he sat on the sofa, "I came to North America to retrieve something, and then I will return to Tokyo to do something."
"Master, I wonder if I can help with that matter?" Wang Jianguo asked.
Fang Zuo nodded: "I want to destroy the kingdom of Japan's Shintoism. Speaking of which, you can really help me."
The Kingdom of God in Japan is now clearly on guard against itself.
He didn't even dare to open the void barrier.
It would probably be difficult to sneak in and find an opportunity.
Once things in North America are done, we have to put an end to it.
Next time I go I will just go in openly. This guy is really helpful.
Wang Jianguo was stunned, and was shocked at first by the real person's idea.
After running the cult, he understood more and more about the background of these major religions.
Not to mention anything else, in this age of lack of spiritual energy.
Compared to spiritual energy, incense represents infinity.
This real person actually wants to destroy the other party's kingdom of God.
And the next moment.
Turned to ecstasy.
As an evil cultivator, he certainly understood what this would bring to him.
"I am willing to die for you." Wang Jianguo knelt down with a plop.
This attracted the attention of people passing by in the hotel lobby. (End of this chapter)
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