Chapter 80 of the text volume, the old driver rises up

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With a series of orders issued, federal SWAT rushed in and surrounded the entire White House.

Such a huge battle surprised the media of all sides.

What's going on in the White House again? Big news, big news!

"Whoever has a clue, we USA Today are willing to pay a lot of money to buy it!"

"So is our Wall Street Journal!"

White House Kitchen.

At this time, surrounded by cold-looking internal security agents, all the cooks stayed trembling in place, not daring to move. In the eyes of these White House attendants, these agents have been expressionless and ruthless for many years, not much different from executioners.

"Who made the watermelon at today's dinner?"

One of the agents asked, his voice soft and calm, but it put a lot of pressure on the pastry chef.

The pastry chef sweated fine on his forehead and said tremblingly, "I did it." Promise God that I've double-checked all of my watermelons tonight and there are no problems! I've been in the White House for 11 years, and I"

The agent raised his hand abruptly, stopping the pastry chef from continuing to speak.

They don't care how old your qualifications are.

"Tonight's watermelon, including the scraps, is all here, right?" The agent asked, pointing to several plates on the kitchen table.

"Yes, yes!" The pastry chef sweats like rain.

Receiving a positive reply, the agent waved his hand, and several professionals immediately moved out of the equipment to examine the residue.

"Report: No Chemical Residue!"

"Report: No Nerve Agent Remaining!"

The agent waited patiently.

According to the order, his mission was not primarily to screen suspects, but to cooperate with the White House medical team to find the cause of Ike No. 1's illness.

Because the life of a child prodigy is the most important, other issues can be postponed.

In a short time, the results were in.

"Report: Food is non-toxic based on testing."

Hearing this, all the cooks breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, at least it's not their problem.

The agent frowned, if there was no problem with the food, then what was the problem?

At this moment, suddenly!

A pastry chef's phone vibrates, and it appears that a text message has been sent to his phone.

At this moment, the agents all looked at the pastry chef with cold eyes.

The pastry chef was shocked.

Damn, who's texting me, it's going to kill me. How did I forget to shut down. Oh my God, it's over!

The agent stared at the pastry chef as a calloused hand reached out.

This means very bluntly to hand over the phone, otherwise

The pastry chef didn't say anything nonsense like trespassing, and quickly took out his mobile phone, handed it to Mr. Agent, and anxiously defended:

"I don't know who sent the text message, I was so busy today, so I forgot to turn off my phone. Really, I didn't mean to, I didn't have the idea of harming a little prodigy. Pls sir, believe me, please"

A gun pressed against his head, and at the same time there was a cold voice: "Password! ”

The agent is asking for the password to unlock the phone.

The pastry chef hurriedly told his password.

As the password was unlocked, the agent opened the mysterious text message. A text message is a voice.

It turned out to be a voice message?!

The agent was in a state of flux, and gently clicked on the voice play button. Suddenly, the voice of a mysterious man resounded throughout the kitchen:

"$500,000, you know!"

When the sound fell, the pastry chef spurted out a mouthful of blood, I understand Nima!

The faces of the internal security agents changed, as did the faces of the rest of the cooks.

I don't know if I don't check, I check and jump. Is there really an inner ghost in the White House? Someone bought a pastry chef for $500,000?!

"Take it away!"

"No, I'm wronged, I'm wronged!"

No one paid attention to the pastry chef's cries and struggles, and the agents dragged the pastry chef out of the kitchen

Temporary interrogation room.

Hughes and the presidential aides hurried in, both angry and expectant.

Angry, the White House kitchen that signed the non-disclosure agreement turned out to be a ghost.

Hopefully, now that the doctors can't find out the cause, it's impossible to find the answer in the pastry chef.

"Tell me, who is the other party? What do you want to do? ”

Hughes asked coldly.

The pastry chef was silent, and he finally remembered who the other person was.

"What? Don't say yes, do you? ”

Hughes had never had much patience, and his voice was cold and murderous.

Hearing this, the pastry chef shuddered.

"I say, I say! He is the personal assistant to Mr. Mercado, Chairman of News Corporation. ”

What the? Mercado!

Oh yes, when did he start playing chess pieces in the White House? What exactly does he want to do?

That's when the pastry chef gave the answer.

"He wants to buy the scoop on the dinner party! Sir, I don't have the idea of harming the prodigy, believe me, I'm just making some pocket money. Sir, I promise there will be no next time, please don't fire me! Really, really."

Hughes was silent, his mind racing over what to do with the incident.

After a moment, Hughes spoke.

"Send him a message, and say: The prodigy is critically ill!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were on them, including the presidential assistant.

"Immediately, immediately!"

"Yes, yes!"

The pastry chef hurriedly complied.

As soon as the exclusive message was sent, Hughes immediately took out his cell phone and called Mr. Secretary of State, who was in charge of foreign affairs.

The presidential assistant watched in silence, he couldn't figure out what Hughes was doing.

Ike Housing.

The doctors were still busy, and Obama and other high-ranking officials were waiting anxiously outside the door.

"No! Antibiotics are ineffective, and the body temperature is still rising, 415 degrees! ”

"I can't delay any longer, I need to be sent to the hospital immediately!"

"Inject a tranquilizer to put him to sleep!"

"Yes!"

The little one finally stopped trembling. A doctor hurriedly ran out of the room and asked Mr. President to transfer the patient.

Boom Boom!

The helicopter spun at a rapid pace, carrying the little ones and the doctors into the sky, and flew to Washington's largest hospital, Washington St. Anthony's Hospital.

At the same time, News Corp., which got the scoop, was overjoyed.

Even though it was already 2 o'clock in the morning, News Corporation's various TV stations, including: Fox TV in the United States, Sky TV in the United Kingdom, Phoenix Satellite TV in Hong Kong, and Asia Satellite TV

All the TV stations broadcast this urgent news:

The world's top hacker "Watermelon", the American prodigy "Ike", suddenly fell seriously ill at 12:30 a.m. US time today, and has been sent to St. Anthony's Hospital in Washington for treatment, and is currently dying

As soon as this news came out, netizens from all over the world were shocked again.

American netizen: God, please bless our little prodigy, we must get through this difficult time.

British netizens: People are doing it, and the sky is watching. It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come. God, send thunder and kill this demon!

Chinese netizen: I came out to make soy sauce!

In the era of eyeballs, whether it is good news or bad news, it is always popularity.

With the attention of netizens around the world, the energy harvested by the light ball has skyrocketed again.

2,93,031 billion

In Ike's sea of souls, the already brilliant ball of light once again shined brightly, blooming with a thousand rays of light

Could it be that the old driver is going to be strong?