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Because, recently, he is preparing for the big wedding.

Mrs. Williams urged him to try on clothes every day, and the clothes were free. The major well-known brand industries in the United States almost broke their heads in order to compete for the right to make wedding dresses for the gods.

Every day, Mr. President of a well-known clothing brand visits him.

Like Chanel, Vanzeis, Louis Vuitton, the presidents of these companies come almost every day. THERE IS EVEN "ELLE" FROM FRENCH, "MISS-SIXTY" FROM ITALY, AND "MANGO" FROM SPAIN......

Ike is at the mercy of a puppet every day.

As for the U.S. government, it is also busy with this matter.

White House.

President Donald Trump has daily meetings with senior officials, either over guest lists or about the location of the auditorium and the wedding setup.

It is reported that in order to win the ownership of the wedding church of the great god, the current pope of Christianity even traveled thousands of miles from the Vatican.

Unfortunately, the U.S. government rightly rejected him.

How can a small national treasure of the United States get married, and run to the Vatican? Even if the Pope is the officiant, it is impossible!

Ike is our American national, not denominational!

In the end, the Christian Pope Benedict XVI had no choice but to regret his return.

Three days later.

After intense discussions, the White House finally discussed the location of the wedding hall.

One of the ten largest cathedrals in the world - St. John's Cathedral in New York, USA.

The officiant is the current President of the United States, Donald Trump!

When that result fell, Trump could be heard laughing across the White House.

What a great honor!

Once you have this identity, your personal relationship with the great god will be even higher in the future. Not to mention the potential influence behind this identity, even if he retires in the future, the major consortia have to give themselves face.

The main marriage of the god Ike, who dares not to give it?!

In the afternoon of the same day.

A military order was sent from the White House to the US military department. Subsequently, the U.S. military began to deploy troops into New York to begin arranging security defenses.

At the same time, U.S. ambassadors abroad are busy.

They presented their credentials to governments, a golden invitation to the heads of state to come to New York, United States, on December 25 for the wedding of Ike and Miss Alice.

After receiving this invitation letter in the name of credentials, governments around the world also began to get busy.

They need to prepare a valuable gift for the great god!

For example: the Chinese government.

They were also discussing whether to send another pair of giant pandas to the great god.

……

"Jingle bell!" "Jingle bell!" ……

FBI agent Moulton's cell phone rang.

After Morton picked up the phone, he said a few words and handed the phone to Ike, who was trying on clothes.

"It's Mr. Hughes's call!"

Ike nodded and took the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Hughes!"

A hearty laugh rang on the phone: "Little Ike, hello! How about letting me be your best man? ”

"Forehead ......"

Ike was dumbfounded.

"I'm a little older, but do we still have to worry about that?"

"Forehead ......"

"If you don't speak, then it's a tacit acquiescence! Well, let's decide! On Christmas Day, I'll be your best man! ”

After saying that, Hughes quickly hung up the phone, for fear that the little guy would regret it.

Ike frustrated and returned the phone to Moulton before continuing to try on clothes.

After a while, Moulton's cell phone rang again.

Molton picked up the phone, then handed it to Ike.

"It's the former president, Mr. Obama!"

Ike took the phone again with a sad face.

"Hello, Mr. Obama!"

"Hi little Ike, I wish you a happy wedding in advance! By the way, have you had a choice for your best man? How about I be your best man? I'm in my 50s, but age isn't an issue! Our friendship trumps everything! ”

Ike replied softly, "I'm sorry, sir! Hughes just called, and he said he was the best man! ”

There was no movement on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, Obama said depressedly, "Okay, then let Mr. Hughes be in charge!" ”

With that, Obama tragically hung up the phone.

Ike was also speechless, and handed the phone to Morton again.

That's when it happened.

"Jingle bell!" "Jingle bell!" ……

The phone rang again.

Damn, who is this?

Ike immediately pressed the answer button: "Hey, hello! I'm Ike! ”

"Hey! Hello little Ike! I'm current Secretary of State Rex Tillerson, and I wish you a happy wedding! Excuse me, can I take the liberty of recommending myself to be your best man? ”

Ike: "I'm sorry, sir! I already have my best man, it's Mr. Hughes! ”

"Oh, sorry to interrupt!"

"It's okay, goodbye, sir!"

"Goodbye, little prodigy!"

After a while, the phone came in again, and the phone came in again......

"Hello, little prodigy, I'm the Chief of Staff of the Federal Army - Mark Milley......"

"Hello, little prodigy, I'm the commander of the Federal Air Force Command - Herbert ......"

"Hello, little prodigy, I'm Rockefeller......"

"Hello, little prodigy, I am the Secretary-General of the United Nations......"

"Hello, little prodigy, I'm Seattle Police Commissioner: O'Toole, do you remember me? Can I attend your wedding with my husband? ”

Ike was numb when he answered the phone.

For a whole hour, my mouth was dry.

Ike looked at Morton with a complaining gaze, as if to say: Big brother, isn't your phone a high-secrecy agent number? How do people all over the world know your number?

Feeling the complaint of the great god, Morton also wanted to cry without tears.

It can't be helped, because of your birth, and now our FBI is a sieve. The intelligence ministries of various countries, every major consortium is stuffing people into it. No matter how much the FBI censors, it can't handle it.

Ay!

Ike rubbed his bitter face and returned the phone to Moulton again.

That's it!

"Jingle bell!" "Jingle bell!" ……

Ike was furious.

Nima, who is this? Is there still any end? I don't take it, you take it yourself!

Morton hurriedly picked up the phone.

"Moulton, I'm James (the current FBI director)! Is Mr. Ike there? Ask him to turn on the TV and watch the news now! Something big is wrong in France! ”

The roar was so loud that Moulton's ears were ringing. Nearby, Ike also heard the voice of the FBI director.

Damn, what does the accident in France have to do with me?

At this time, Moulton's subordinate hurriedly ran in from outside with a laptop.

Then, under the puzzled gaze of the two, the notebook was opened.

A shocking news picture caught the sight of the two:

Place de Mars, Paris, France.

A strange man is standing on the Eiffel Tower.

Suddenly!

He raised his right hand and pointed to the Eiffel Tower below.

At this moment, the earth shook.

The all-metal Eiffel Tower shook violently. In an instant, the entire tower instantly disintegrated, turning into countless steel particles.

In Ike's frowning gaze, in the horrified gaze of the people of the world, endless particles of steel began to reassemble rapidly, reforming into a line of English text.

The words hung in the sky, and the man stood on the first letter of the line.

"The French government immediately hand over to me the leader of the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Regiment, otherwise London will be an adult purgatory!"

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