At the invitation of Puyor, we went to the meeting. Such a thing

So, when I came here, I felt very relaxed along the way.

I would never have thought that things would change so much! And such changes were something I had never thought of before.

When I walked into the room and saw the familiar faces in the room, I suddenly fell silent.

For a moment, I felt that my blood had solidified and I couldn't believe what was in front of me was the fact.

Although this office is not big, it is not small. In the center of the office, there are a group of people sitting in the seat. After I came in, these people looked at me with a smile, just like a group of lions seeing a prey falling into their hunting direction. The solemnity and pride are difficult to express in words.

This office is elegantly decorated. The room is covered with dark red Persian carpets, which is the most luxurious. A row of huge sofas are placed in the middle, and people are covered with people. The curtains are pulled up. The light in the room is a bit dark, which reflects the bright colors of the paintings on the wall. Those words can be seen as valuable famous paintings.

Because it was winter, the firewood was burning very strong in the fireplace in the room, but everything in front of me made me gasp and cool.

"Andre, we haven't met for a long time." The man sitting in the middle looked at me and laughed.

Wearing a black suit and sitting in a wheelchair, her pale face made her look very white. With a pair of round eyes, you can tell at a glance that it was a new one. There was a rose on her chest, which made her look awkward.

I have met Roosevelt many times, but never once made me feel that he was so vulgar.

It's the ground. I read that right. In this room, Roosevelt sat. Not only him, except him, McCarthy, Hank Yole, Albenkley and others were all present.

And these were not enough to make Darren Liver and the others nervous. What really made them nervous was the other heat in the room. In the room, people were all wearing black clothes, and they could tell at a glance that they were from the National Security Agency, and everyone was holding a submachine gun in their hands.

The atmosphere in the room became extremely strange and extremely nervous at this time.

"Bitch Puyol, you dare to cheat our boss!" Darren Liver was extremely angry, his face turned pale, and he immediately showed up.

In such a scene in the room, even a fool can tell what was going on. And you can tell that we were being fooled at first glance. It seems that Puyol transferred me here not to discuss something, but to clearly plot against me.

When Darren Oliver shone, the two men following him immediately took out their guns. With their actions, the room suddenly became chaotic. All the people from the National Security Agency surrounded him, and dozens of submachine guns immediately pointed at Darren Liver and the others.

Darren was originally a person with a bad temper. This time, he saw me falling into a trap and couldn't stand it. He screamed and waved the gun in his hand and was about to go up.

Twist!

The National Security Agency's submachine guns fired for a while, and the two factory guards behind Darren Liver fell down, covered in gun holes.

"Bitch! I'll fight you!" Darren Liver saw that his subordinates were killed like this, and he was about to shoot with a gun, but I stopped him.

"Darren, put down your gun." My words made Darren Oliver stunned immediately.

"Boss! These bitches are playing tricks on us!" Darren looked at me, his eyes wide open.

I looked at the bodies of the two factory guards and gritted my teeth. These factory guards are all local elites among the DreamWorks Factory Guards, and they are usually very familiar with me. Now I am watching them fall into a pool of blood, and I feel really uncomfortable.

But now, obviously not the time to conflict, I know that if Darren Liver rushed forward, he would definitely be beaten into a sieve. I would not want to see such a scene at all.

"Darren, put down your gun." I repeated. Darren Oliver looked at me and reluctantly threw the gun in his hand to the ground.

After such a fight, the room was tense, and Albencli and others were stunned, only Roosevelt and Dreach were on their faces as usual.

I looked up and looked at Hank Yole standing behind Roosevelt, his eyes blew fire.

I trust this bitch so much that he would betray me like this. This time, I really trust Puyol very much, but I didn't expect that this would be the result.

And Hank Yole, under my gaze, lowered his head with red face. This bitch looked a little ashamed.

At such moments, I knew that even if Puyol was broken up, it would be useless. I had to find a way to get out. I could see that the atmosphere among these guys was different from before.

In the past, I

Fu and others are irreconcilable. Usually, the two gangs meet in public, and there is no conflict at all, but now it is different. Roosevelt and I have never met in a completely private occasion, especially in today's situation, where all the leaders on their side gathered together, and there is such an atmosphere. Everyone can see that they must have made secret plans and must have taken action against me.

Escape, this is my first idea. Whether it is Darren Liver or Holgina, I want to take them out safely. As long as I go out from here, I will be completely safe. At that time, I will fight back.

But this thought only flashed in my mind and disappeared like a spark.

If you want to escape, you have to exit from this room first, but the dozens of machine guns in front of you are definitely not fire sticks. Even if you go out of this room, there are still a group of people in the corridor. Although Holgina and Darren Liver can fight, just three of us can't escape at all.

Since you can't escape, there is only one way left, and that is to deal with it.

In fact, I don’t want to escape now. In such an environment, I feel infinite curiosity in my heart. Although I know that my situation is not very good under such circumstances, I really want to know what Roosevelt did for this situation!?

This guy is an extremely cautious person. He thinks twice before doing anything. But today's situation is somewhat inconsistent with his style.

Logically speaking, this guy is used to conspiracy, and his actions are so naked today, it is like a gangster.

I tricked me here, shot and killed two of my guards, and then a group of leaders appeared together. This scene was really weird. And I believe that there must be a reason for the matter to develop to this point.

My mind was turning rapidly, trying to find out the reason in the shortest time, but only two possibilities were found. The first was that these guys were going to do anything to me. For such a long time, Roosevelt and his group were helpless. Even if Roosevelt became the president of the United States and the Democratic Party was in power, even if he joined forces with the consortium on Wall Street, he would have used all kinds of tricks, and he was still not going to ruin me, but was forced to the end of his life by themselves.

Now it is basically the last moment, and Roosevelt and the others can only use the last move. I have enough reason to believe that if these guys want to kill me, they will definitely come up with a lot of conspiracies. Without saying anything else, Rutman will die inexplicably, and he has not caught any clues of them yet.

If this is the case, I will definitely not be able to survive today. These guys are ruthless, killing people to silence their corpses and destroying traces. That is their specialty.

Apart from that, there is only one possibility left. They had been trying hard to defeat me before, but they had always retreated behind the scenes and used all kinds of conspiracies. This time they actually faced me, which at least showed that these guys were likely to have found the best way to deal with me and beat me down.

Although there may be many possibilities for this situation, for me, the easiest thing to think of and I think the most likely two reasons are.

When I think of this, I am no longer afraid. Anyway, this is the case and I can't escape. It's better to just see what these bitches are going to do. Even if they die, they will at least understand it.

Thinking of this, my mood quickly calmed down. I simply took a few steps forward, walked to the sofa, sat down, lit a cigarette, and sucked it as if no one was around.

Darren Oliver, who was originally extremely angry, calmed down when he saw me like this, walked to me to protect him in close proximity, and Holgina was even more indifferent to me.

My actions surprised these guys. They thought I would run away in a panic. The current situation made Roosevelt nod.

"It's worthy of Andre Corleon. He can be so calm under such circumstances. I admire him." Roosevelt sat opposite me and waved to the people in the room. The National Security Bureau people with live ammunition dispersed, and several people dragged out the bodies of Darren Liver's two subordinates.

"Mr. President, you tricked me into this place and shot and killed two of my subordinates. If such a thing is spread, do you know what the consequences will be?" I looked at Roosevelt's face and sneered twice.

If such a thing is spread, it will definitely be enough for Roosevelt to have a drink. If the people know, they will probably settle the score with him.

But Roosevelt seemed to have not been worried about this, but looked at me and smiled twice, "Mr. Corleon, don't worry, the people will not know, and they have no chance to know this."

This sentence made me slightly stunned. At the same time, I began to carefully understand the subtext of Roosevelt's words. What does it mean that the people don't have the chance to know this? Do they really want to kill someone to silence them?

It is possible that when Hank Yole went to DreamWorks headquarters to find us, not many people knew that only DreamWorks and the people of that person and the leaders of major Hollywood film companies were there. Once the trouble came to the court, we would not have any evidence to prove that I was deceived by them. If Roosevelt killed me,

It is impossible for the people to know the truth about the matter if they destroy the corpse.

"Mr. President, I really admire your means and courage. Well. Since I fell into your hands, there is nothing I can do about it. I admit defeat. It's because I trust others too much." Speaking of this, I glanced at Hank Puyol. This guy lowered his head and didn't dare to look at me at all.

Roosevelt glanced at Hank Yole, snorted coldly in his nose for a lifetime, and said to me, "Andre, don't get me wrong. This time I'll call you here, there's no other meaning.

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"No other meaning!? I tricked us here, dozens of submachine guns folded us in half, and killed two of my subordinates. There was no other meaning!?" Darren Liver immediately became angry.

"Andre, I have no choice but to do this. You know, you are so smart. I want to have a good chat with you, so I can only do this." Roosevelt ignored Darren Liver and looked at me, with a smile on his face.

"Mr. President, it's easy to chat, just call me. But looking at your situation, it seems that it's not just to chat with me." I squinted my eyes and sneered.

"I don't say it. But Andre, I really want you to chat with you." Roosevelt lit a cigarette, took a sip, looked at me, and his face became solemn.

"Andre, what do you think we have?" Roosevelt's sudden words made me wonder how to answer.

Yes, what is my relationship with him? Grandma, let alone, this is really hard to say.

In the United States, you just hold someone up and ask him what the relationship between Andrey Lyon and Franklinsford is. Even if it is a child, he will tell you that the two of them are enemies. Who doesn’t know that Roosevelt and I are in the same situation, but if you think about it carefully, I and him were not completely enemies before.

"Is this a big deal? Mr. President has been trying to deal with our boss and kill our DreamWorks." Darren Oliver answered for me.

Hahaha. Roosevelt burst into laughter. Then he couldn't help but say to me: "Andre, if we say that we are enemies and opponents, the whole world believes it. But if I say that since I entered politics, you are the only person I admire, do you believe it?"

I glanced at Roosevelt and found that when he said this, he was very sincere, not like he was telling a lie.

"If this is true, it is my great honor." I smiled and said, "But your statement also makes me feel sad. At least sometimes, I feel that it is really exciting to have an opponent like you."

Roosevelt nodded, as if he felt the same. Then, he leaned over and said to me, "Andre, do you know what my greatest ideal is in my life?"

I nodded: "I still basically know this. As a politician, your ideal is to become president. Your geographical ideal was realized more than a year ago."

Roosevelt nodded, shook his head again, and said, "Andre, the ideal you mentioned is really like this for many years before me. But since I met you, this ideal has been gradually replaced. Let me tell you that in these years, my greatest ideal is to destroy your Lockettreck consortium, and let you be trampled on forever!"

When Roosevelt said this, his tone was very fierce. I guess this guy had been holding this sentence in his heart for a long time. Now that he said it in front of me, this guy was relieved.

"Andre, I am not praising myself. In the American political world, no matter whether it is political talents or political means, few people are my opponents. Do you believe this?" Roosevelt asked me.

I held back my laughter and nodded.

Roosevelt's expression was very serious: "I'm telling the truth. Before, I was very confident in my strength. Since I was young, I decided to do something politically since I was a student. Although my uncle Theodosford was a Republican and had been president, and even though I knew that if I joined the Republican Party and if I took over my uncle's class, I would definitely become a Republican president, but I still chose the Democratic Party. I have the confidence and ability to defeat the Republican Party with my own efforts and strength to help the Democratic Party to power."

Roosevelt was obviously excited at this time. As a person who has always been known for his calmness, I was a little surprised by his performance today.

What does this guy mean to tell me this? Tell me my heart?

"But Andre, all of this has changed since I met you! It can be said that because of you, my life has become colorful, and because of you, my life has become a nightmare!" Roosevelt looked at me, became gritted, and then he said a sentence that made everyone in the room hold their breath: "And today is the time for the end of that nightmare!"

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This time, the final showdown!

Ha ha!
Chapter completed!