Ike looked at the man in front of him ignorantly, and silently complained in his heart.

Your sister, I have been assassinated twice, and you are only emerging now.

Ike stretched out his hand while complaining and said weakly:

"You... Hello, Mr. Roosevelt! My name is Ike, Ike Williams!"

Hughes smiled heartily and held Ike's hand: "I have long admired Daming!"

At this moment, although Hughes was calm on his face, he was extremely excited in his heart.

Since the little guy was caught attacking Britain, he has begun to promote the concept of "Son of God" and "Son of God" in Parliament and the military. For this reason, many colleagues have privately mocked themselves that the Roosevelt family's direct lineage has begun to study theology.

hehe!

Who else dares to doubt my statement now, and who else dares to question my political wisdom now?

I won the bet, and it was a big win, so I directly drove the leopard!

In the future, the political resources of the Roosevelt family will be dominated by me, because I brought the opportunity to dominate the world to the Federation and I brought the family a lifetime of glory.

...

My thoughts flashed through Hughes's heart in an instant.

Hughes held Ike's hand, shook it gently, then let go of his right hand, and smiled and said, "Little Ike, are you interested in going to Oregon to play? Your father is there too!"

Ike blinked his eyes and asked cutely: "Is there watermelon to eat?"

"Haha, of course there is! Please make sure you eat enough!"

Hearing this, Ike nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

Hughes was extremely happy and waved backwards, and the mighty man with a greasy face hurriedly walked up.

"Send them to the helicopter! Notify the Atlantic Navy fleet and let them dispatch 3 fighter jets to escort!"

"Yes private!" The mighty man saluted Hughes, then turned to face Maria and Mrs. Williams, "Ladies, please come here!"

Maria hugged Ike and quickly walked towards the armed helicopter...

Mrs. Williams didn't move, just stared at Hughes, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Madam, do you have any questions? Please say it!"

"Hello, Mr. Roosevelt! Can the federal government really protect my son?"

Hughes smiled, nodded, and said, "Of course! He is more important than the federal president, and we will definitely protect him!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Williams immediately became angry, her voice a little sharp: "You always say that you will protect my son, but in just a few days, my son has been assassinated twice in a row. He is only 11 years old, only 11 years old!"

Hughes looked at Mrs. Williams and spoke solemnly.

"Madam, please rest assured! This is the last time! I promise you in the name of the federal government, and I promise you in the reputation of the Roosevelt family!"

If the previous name may be perfunctory, then the subsequent guarantee of the family's reputation is a substantial promise.

"I hope you keep your promise!" Mrs. Williams nodded and then walked towards the helicopter.

Boom boom boom boom!

The armed helicopter started to start, and the wind blew and flew into the sky...

At this moment, Hughes's face changed instantly, becoming extremely cold, and was a bit terrifyingly majestic.

"Come!"

A team of Marines dragged three militants and ran over. At this time, the three militants cut their arms back and had completely lost their ability to resist.

"Who are you? Who arranged for you to come?"

Hughes took a pistol from his subordinates, but with a click, the bullet was loaded and the muzzle pointed at a militant's head.

"explain!"

"Bah!" The militant spat and said nothing.

"Bang!"

The bullet instantly shot into the militant's head, blood splattering everywhere, and his head blossomed...

"Where are you, can you tell me?" Hughes sneered and turned his gun to the second militant.

"We are from Al Qaeda, and the tyranny of the United States will be punished! Long live the holy war! Ten thousand holy war..."

Before he finished speaking, Hughes shot instantly, and the second militant died on the spot. Then, but after several bangs, Hughes shot continuously and finished a magazine.

The militant's head was completely blown up and his brain was splattered everywhere.

Al Qaeda?!

Haha, can you think I'm a fool? F has just one day forced the little guy to transfer, and al-Qaeda found the address? He also used 13 speedboats and 20 rocket launchers?

...

The subordinate quickly handed over another magazine, Hughes changed the magazine, and without even asking, he raised his hand and shot it in the lap of the last militant.

The militants screamed in terror, blood surging.

Hughes squatted down, grabbed the man's collar, and instantly pulled him in front of him.

Hughes spoke gloomyly with a cold look in the eyes of the militant.

"You can't say it, but I tell you that death is not an easy thing. I'll fix your limbs and find a small excavator to break your arms and your hands one by one."

The militants' screams stopped and sweat began to appear on their foreheads...

"Then stop the bleeding and throw you into the dog fighting field, and let you fight with a 200-pound mastiff, both of whom use their teeth..."

The militants' faces were filled with fear.

"When you die, I will keep your photos and then use the federal state-of-the-art facial recognition system to find your identity all over the world, from Europe, America, Africa, to Asia... until you find your parents, your wife, your brothers, your children..."

"Then use the means to deal with you, implement them one by one..."

The militants could no longer bear the pressure in their hearts because they were not al-Qaeda jihad warriors at all, but...

"I said! I said! It's Chicago, it's Chicago!"

The sound fell, but when a gunshot was heard, the last militant fell into a pool of blood.

Chicago Consortium?! Hughes frowned a little.

Of course, he was not afraid, but puzzled: Why did the Chicago consortium come to assassinate the little guy?

Just then!

A member of the F-force rushed over from the basement of the villa and shouted loudly: "A agent has disappeared. He killed two psychologists and took away a U-disk while the chaos!"

Everyone turned their heads together and looked at the visitor.

"There is a video of that code in the U disk!"

I see!

Hughes was furious in an instant, and our things dared to move! Is it? You are looking for death!

"Moulton!"

Moreton hurried forward and said respectfully: "God of Hughes, please give me instructions!"

"The Atlantic Marine Corps is temporarily under your command, so please bring me the U disk back!"

After hearing this, Morton was a little embarrassed. The other party was a world-renowned large consortium and a big capitalist.

Feeling Morton's hesitation, Hughes's face turned cold again.

"If they dare not hand over, no matter who they are, they will kill them all! I will be responsible for all the consequences!"

“yes private!”

Five helicopters started quickly and rushed to the sky...

Hughes looked coldly in Chicago, with a murderous intent in his heart.

The little guy is his own political capital. Whoever dares to threaten the little guy's life will die; whoever dares to block my power will kill all nine clans!

This time, after winning huge political bets, more than 170 senior military officials in the United States have joined their camps; 27 wealthy families around the world have stood behind them.

What a shit Chicago consortium? How dare you reach out?

Death is achieved when you reach out!
Chapter completed!