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The office of the popular presidential candidate of the Ming Cook Party, Al Gore. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Mr. Song, I have to say, I don't know how to thank you for everything you have done, you know, ten million dollars is a lot of money. The general election hasn't started yet, but we're already starting to spend some money in the states to prepare for the upcoming party primaries. The tall and smiling candidate looked at the young Chinese opposite and said emotionally.

Three days ago, his office suddenly received 10 million dollars in political donations, an astronomical amount even in American politics. The candidate immediately asked his secretary to contact the donor and wanted to make a special visit to express his gratitude.

And now, the donor has come to him, and he looks much younger than expected.

"I'm not here to listen to such polite words." The young man sat reclining in his seat with a faint smile on his face.

Although Mr. Song's expression was kind when he spoke, he couldn't say anything friendly, so the faces of the popular presidential candidates couldn't help but be stunned, and they didn't know how to respond for a while.

"I want to tell you that I paid this 10 million dollars, but I took a huge risk." The young Mr. Song continued.

"Of course, if I don't make the cut, it's all gone. But I'd love to hear now, what do you want in return if I'm elected? Is it a political axe contract, or is it the honor of a diplomatic ambassador? Because of the other party's rudeness, the presidential candidate also began to appear a little reserved, and the conversation between the two people, one-sided thanks, turned into a routine bargain.

"It's not just that lost." Mr. Song took out a tape recorder from his arms and put it in front of the candidate, "It's my 10 million yuan that will be turned into a funeral gift." ”

Mr. Song said, and in front of Gore, whose face was stiff, he pressed the tape recorder.

"That said, the United States will have a second female president. …… Okay, Mrs. Pelosi is Mrs. Pelosi, but sacrificing Mr. Gore sounds a little dirty, he is a nice person, he has a good relationship with my husband, and he has also made a lot of contributions to environmental protection...... Good people are always used to be sacrificed......"

Ten minutes later, the recorder suddenly ends automatically.

Then Mr. Song added indifferently: "The man is Yakov, a Russian, the deputy director of the Rothschild family intelligence department, and the liaison officer of the White House, as for who the woman is, I don't think I need to explain." ”

Gore took a deep breath, shook his body slightly, and then smiled: "First of all, Mr. Song, I must admit that ten million dollars is a lot of money. But if it's just because you gave me 10 million, you want me to believe this ridiculous tape. Mr. Song...... Don't you think you're thinking too childishly? ”

"Of course, I've already thought about that for you." Mr. Song said, smiling at Gore and holding out his hand, "To prove my credibility, I have brought you something else besides this cassette...... Can I borrow a pen and paper from you? ”

Gore hesitated for a moment, then handed Mr. Song a pen and a piece of paper.

Mr. Song wrote a sentence on the paper, then covered the paper and placed it in front of Gore.

Gore was about to reach out to take a look, but was stopped by Mr. Song, "10 million US dollars, I wonder if I can buy a cup of coffee from Mr. Gore?" ”

Gore looked at Mr. Song suspiciously for a while, then nodded, "Of course." ”

A few minutes later, two cups of coffee arrived.

"Can I trouble you turn on the TV?" Mr. Song looked at the beautiful secretary who brought in the coffee and smiled.

The secretary glanced at Gore, got his approval, and turned on the TV in his office.

"At this time, we might be able to talk about the Rothschilds, right?" Mr. Song took a sip of coffee and asked.

Gore didn't match Mr. Song's tone, but just smiled and said, "Mr. Song seems to be familiar with the Rothschild family?" ”

"Not really, but I know a little about Cazar." Mr. Song said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Gore's eyebrows jumped slightly, because the person sent by the Rothschild family to contact him was none other than Cajar - it seems that this so-called Mr. Song is indeed not simple.

"Mr. Song looks very young, I don't know if this 10 million dollars is your private property or ......," Gore also took a sip of coffee and laughed.

"I don't look like a boss, I'm more like a charging horseman, am I?" Mr. Song said with a smile.

"Oh......" Gore shrugged, "the bosses behind the scenes always like to pretend to be mysterious, and they rarely come out in person. ”

"You guessed it, I'm not the last boss, but this $10 million is indeed private property."

"Oh, that's really disrespectful, Mr. Song is very young and promising."

"If that recording is true, I don't know what Mr. Gore would have chosen?" Mr. Song asked again.

Gore thought for a moment, then shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I can't make this assumption, because I don't believe it's true at all." ”

"It seems that Mr. Gore is really confident in Mr. Cajar's promise." Mr. Song sighed, "Then there's nothing to talk about, let's watch TV together." ”

Thirty minutes passed, and Gore began to look a little impatient, "Mr. Song......"

Then, just as he was saying this, he saw a picture suddenly cut into the TV station, "Here is a special report, here is a special report, according to the latest news, twenty-seven minutes ago, the president's wife was assassinated in the White House...... The murderer Chinese named Liu Mengshan, English name Louis, was born in a Chinese banking family and had a long history of mental illness......"

After reading this special report in amazement, Gore turned his head expressionlessly and looked at Mr. Song, who was still looking calm and smuffling coffee in front of him.

Then, with some fear, Gore reached out and flipped open the note on the table, only to see that it reads, "God says that someone must die." ”

At this time, Mr. Song slowly turned his face, looked at Gore, and asked calmly, "Can we talk openly and honestly now?" ”

"Who the hell are you? Who sent you? Gore asked, looking at Mr. Song with wide eyes.

"I'll answer all your questions, we have a lot of time, but before I do that, I want to ask you a question, do you still want to run for president of the United States?" Mr. Song asked.

Gore shook his head almost immediately, "No, I'm going to give up." ”

"Why?" Mr. Song asked.

"No one wants to be a victim." Gore said.

Mr. Song smiled and nodded, "This is a good first step, you at least start to trust me." But what if you don't fall victim and become president of the United States? ”

"This is impossible, at least in the 100 years of American history, there has never been a president who was able to take office without the support of the Rothschilds. Even a president as great as Roosevelt was only sure of his victory after visiting the Rothschild family's office. Gore shook his head and said, "The Rothschilds control almost all the major media in the United States, and as they say, they can make the people hear only what they want them to hear, see only what they want them to see, and no one can fight against them at all." ”

"I would like to ask, did bin Laden have the support of the Rothschild family?" Mr. Song asked.

"Of course not? What does it matter? ”

"Osama bin Laden doesn't own a single American media, but is there any American who doesn't know who bin Laden is?" Mr. Song asked again.

Gore began to react a little, "What do you mean?" ”

"The truth, for communication, is the most terrible, and ultimately the ultimate weapon is always the truth." "As you said, the Rothschild family controls almost all of the media...... They may be able to control any medium, but they can never control one thing, and that's the web. There will be something on the network that can never be deleted, or even forcibly disseminated, and this ...... It's what we want people to see...... We can get you elected. ”

Gore shook his head, "I don't doubt your abilities, but I just want to do it now, what if I am elected president?" Didn't Kennedy die in the same way as the conspiracy of the military-industrial complex and the Rothschilds? It's all too dangerous, I don't want to participate anymore, I'm going to quit. ”

"We can make sure you're elected, we can secure your life, and the only thing we can't guarantee is that we can't secure your right to quit."

Gore asked, "Are you threatening me?" ”

Mr. Song blinked, and then said, "It's very formal, serious—coercion." ”

Simon was completely stupid in the office, he scratched his head, and he couldn't understand why Liu Mengshan would do such a thing, it was really unreasonable. He couldn't think of what Liu Mengshan wanted to do at all, and his brain had even stopped functioning because he couldn't find the direction at all.

And at this time, Yun Fei walked into his office again, "Simon, have you watched TV?" ”

Simon shook his head with vacant eyes, "Do we still need to watch TV?" ”

"Of course." Yun Fei immediately said, "It is said on TV that Liu Mengshan is an American, and he is a descendant of a banker, and he also has a history of mental illness. ”

"What?" Simon immediately jumped up, "Nonsense, a month ago, he was still in Shanghai, China, and he didn't even speak English, how could he be an American?" ”

"But that's what the TV station says."

"Where the hell did the TV station get all this ridiculous material?" Simon asked, scratching his head.

"They were inquiring from normal channels."

"How is that possible? This is not the case at all with our investigation. Simon said.

Yun Fei asked, "Simon, don't you see it?" That's the problem. ”

"Let's investigate again and see how the current data is displayed." Simon said right away.

"We've done that." Yun Fei said this, his face looked a little sad, "Overnight, all the information has changed. All of Liu Mengshan's materials in China have disappeared without a trace, photos, texts, videos, videos, and all China-related materials have disappeared. In the United States, all the information appeared out of thin air, and even his home address was clearly written. ”

"How is that possible?" Simon asked incredulously, "He hasn't lived in the U.S. for a day at all?" Ask him to give him his secondary school address, and ask him to name his classmates......"

"He has a history of mental illness, so he is home-schooled and has little contact with the outside world." Yun Fei said this and shook his head, "There are no loopholes in other aspects, and all the information is flawless. ”

"Conspiracy! Outright conspiracy. Simon slammed the lamp to the floor, "But the damn thing is that we don't know what they're trying to do." ”

"And that's not the scariest thing." Yun Fei said with a sad face.

"What else?"

"He tampered with all the flight records."

"Yes, he's going to do it, but we can find eyewitnesses, and we're going to put the people sitting with him on TV to prove it." Simon said.

"Of course we can do that, but we can put forward any hard factual evidence, only human evidence, and it is difficult to believe it. And this is just a small matter, he also tampered with the recording of the phone call between the Chinese political axe and the American political axe. Yun Fei said.

"What does that mean?" Simon asked.

"China's political axe confirmed to the U.S. political axe that the $300 billion foreign debt is indeed the call record owned by the Long Group." Yun Fei said.

"This falsification is meaningless, and we can ask the Chinese political axe to come out and prove that there is this conversation." Simon said.

"But the problem is that the Chinese political axe refuses to admit that there was such a conversation."

"What?" Simon turned his head and looked at Yun Fei sadly, "Duan Tianwolf has combined with the Chinese political axe. ”

"This is already certain, because what is even more terrifying is that the Chinese political axe even denies that they have lent $300 billion in foreign debt to Long Guohai for a short period of time. In the meantime, all electronic documentation has disappeared, and it is believed that the same will happen to physical records. Yun Fei said this, his head unconsciously swayed slightly, "The Chinese political axe has been involved from the beginning, and it is even likely that it planned and led this operation. ”

"Damn, we're fucking people like bitches." Simon roared, "But, what the fucking thing I want to know now is, what does Duan Tianwolf want to do next, what does he really want?" ”

"I don't know the details, but there's no doubt about it. If we want to defeat us, we must first weaken the help of the American political axe. Otherwise, it is almost impossible for any power in this world to defeat us. He's doing this now to weaken us politically. Yun Fei said.

"Damn, the combination of politics and economics, so ......ruthless" Simon, who has always been full of confidence, seemed a little flustered at this time, and he walked around the room impatiently, "Is our plan about to be finished?" ”

"Maybe, maybe not, we don't know much about the situation now, and I don't know what follow-up measures he will have, so we can't make a scientific assessment at the moment." Yun Fei was extremely calm.

"I wonder what we're going to do right now." Simon asked.

"Tell the people the truth, mobilize all our means to tell the people the truth." Yun Fei said.

"However, I fear that all the truth has disappeared. You know better than me what is going on with Duan Tianwolf, that beast is not a human at all, he is a computer, a humanoid computer, he can do this kind of thing, everything must have been planned, he will not leave us with any flaws. Simon said, waving his hands vigorously.

"It doesn't matter if he's the truth or not, it's like we've done in the past, it's better to fake the truth, just make the people believe us...... However, before launching this wave of publicity, we have to investigate as soon as possible what else Duan Tianwolf has done, and we only have half an hour to react. ”

"Okay, okay, let's just do it." Simon nodded desperately, and after a while, his head suddenly stopped, and he asked Yun Fei, "Do you think Liu Mengshan is Duan Tianwolf?" ”

"I don't know." Yun Fei shook his head and said.

"If he is really a Heavenly Wolf, no matter what the cost, I will kill him!" Simon said through gritted teeth.

"He's not going to give us that chance." Yun Fei shook his head in disbelief and said, "If he is really a Heavenly Wolf." ”

New York, USA.

When Mo Lun saw the assassination of the President of the United States from the TV and saw Liu Mengshan's faintly smiling face appear on the TV screen, he jumped up from his chair almost immediately, "Why didn't anyone inform me about this?" ”

Half an hour later, the phone in his office rang, and it was Mr. Song calling, "I'm sorry, I had to let you watch TV to find out all this." ”

"What the hell is going on? Why didn't I know anything about such a big deal beforehand? Morun asked aloud.

"I'm sorry, it was a flash of inspiration from the boss." Mr. Song said.

"Hell, I don't believe in any flash of inspiration, Duan Tianwolf has always done things as precisely as a Swiss watch, so he won't have any flash of inspiration. Tell me honestly, what the hell does he want? Morren yelled on the phone.

"I'll be honest, the boss never really trusted you." Mr. Song said lightly on the phone.

Mr. Song's words made Mo Lun's face stunned, "What do you mean?" ”

"My meaning is very simple, don't overestimate yourself, let alone underestimate others, especially when this other person is Duan Tianwolf." Mr. Song paused when he said this, "Don't think that there really is any secret between you and Bai Ye. ”

Moren was silent, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

After a while, Mr. Song said: "Please don't have a psychological burden, the reason why I am saying this to you is not to turn against you, on the contrary, we want to cooperate with you more thoroughly." Because what's going to happen next is going to be more complex and detailed, and we don't want anything to go wrong internally. ”

"What do you need me to do?" After a long moment, Moren asked.

"You have time to go online." Mr. Song said, "There's a blog that's very popular right now. ”

Morren asked, "Blogging? What blog? ”

Mr. Song replied: "A blog that predicted the assassination of the president of the United States a week ago even clearly stated the location of the assassination. Mr. Song said.

Morren asked, "A blog?" ”

Mr. Song replied, "Yes, in a blog site called Utopia, the only blog written by a person called Utopia. He has 185 blogs in his blog, and he wrote this blog in 185 languages. ”

Morun asked, "This is also your masterpiece?" ”

Mr. Song replied, "Our collaboration is not over yet, I think you should call it our masterpiece." ”

Moren asked, "What are we going to do next?" ”

Mr. Song replied, "I suggest you open this website and take a look, the website is ......"

Three minutes later, Mo Lun typed in this URL, and then saw that in this blog, a total of nine videos appeared, all of which were videos of Liu Mengshan, the most detailed to the face, and the farthest was within a radius of one kilometer.

"What is this?" Puzzled, Morren asked, "Was it filmed by our people?" ”

"To be precise, it was taken by our satellites." Mr. Song replied.

"Satellites?" Moren frowned, this was another thing he didn't know about.

"Yes, a commercial satellite that we launched from the United States not long ago has a new imaging technology that can penetrate all the materials except lead and then restore it to the original image."

"In other words, even if Liu Mengshan is inside the wall, it can be clearly photographed?" Morren asked, "The effect is like being in the wild?" ”

"Yes, it's a little harder, but we can do it. We want to make sure that Liu Mengshan is safe, he is a great prop. Also becoming a prop is the great US presidential candidate, Mr. Gore, which should be three days away. ”

"Will the Rothschilds allow this satellite to continue operating?"

"Of course not, but now that 1.5 million Americans are watching our site, we're going to expand that number even further."

"They're going to stop Americans from continuing to watch this site."

"Technically they can't do it, and the only danger comes from American legal and political means." Mr. Song said.

"I see." Moren nodded, "You want me to start unleashing the political connections we've built up over the past seven years, do you?" ”

"It may be a little sad to say this, but the politicians you have are only a fraction of what we have, and besides, more importantly, a strong politician, the candidate of the Ming Cook Party, Mr. Gore, who has the best chance of being elected president, will come forward to support the investigation into the truth of the assassination." Mr. Song said.

Mo Lun smiled and shook his head, "The truth? Do we need the truth that people see? ”

"Yes, the best way to deal with fraudsters is to be more likely to cheat than they are."

(To be continued)