Chapter Thirty-Nine: All Nine Clans Are Killed
Ike looked at the man in front of him ignorantly, and complained silently in his heart.
Your sister, I've been assassinated twice, and you're only coming out now.
Ike stretched out his hand while complaining, and said weakly:
"You...... Hello, Mr. Roosevelt! My name is Ike, Ike Williams! β
Hughes smiled heartily and shook Ike's hand: "Long admired the daimyo!" β
At this moment, although Hughes's face was calm, his heart was extremely agitated.
Ever since the little guy was caught attacking the British, he began to preach the concept of "son of God" and "son of God" in Congress and the military. For this reason, many of my colleagues privately ridiculed themselves that the Roosevelt family descendants had begun to study theology.
Hehe!
Who still dares to doubt my statement, and who else dares to question my political wisdom.
Lao Tzu won the bet, and it was a big win, and he directly opened the leopard!
In the future, the political resources of the Roosevelt family will be dominated by me, because I have brought the opportunity for the Federation to dominate the world, and I have brought a lifetime of glory to the family.
β¦β¦
Thoughts flashed through Hughes's mind like lightning.
Hughes held Ike's hand, shook it slightly, then let go of his right hand and smiled, "Little Ike, are you interested in going to Oregon to play?" Your father was there, too! β
Ike blinked his eyes and asked cutely, "Is there any watermelon to eat there?" β
"Haha, of course! Make sure you eat enough! β
Hearing this, Ike nodded like a chicken pecking rice.
Hughes was extremely happy and beckoned back, and the mighty man with a face full of oil paint hurriedly walked up.
"Get them on the helicopter! Inform the Atlantic Navy fleet and let them send 3 fighters to escort the escort! β
βYessirοΌβ The mighty man saluted Hughes, then turned to look at Maria and Mrs. Williams, "Ladies, please!" β
Maria hugged Ike and walked quickly towards the helicopter gunship......
Mrs. Williams didn't move, just stared at Hughes, and stopped talking.
"Madame, do you have any questions? Please feel free to say! β
"Hello, Mr. Roosevelt! Can the federal government really protect my son? β
Hughes smiled, nodded, and said, "He is more important than the federal president, and we will definitely protect him!" β
Hearing this, Mrs. Williams immediately became angry, and her voice was a little sharp: "You keep saying that you will protect my son, but it has only been a few days, and my son has been assassinated twice in a row. He's only 11 years old, he's only 11 years old! β
Hughes looked at Mrs. Williams and spoke solemnly.
"Madame, please rest assured! This is the last time! I assure you in the name of the federal government, I assure you in the name of the Roosevelt family! β
If the name in the front may be perfunctory, then the guarantee of the reputation of his family in the back is basically a substantive commitment.
"I hope you keep your promise!" Mrs. Williams nodded, then headed for the helicopter.
Boom Boom!
The helicopter gunship began to start, and the wind blew fiercely, and it flew into the sky......
At this moment, Hughes's face changed instantly, becoming extremely cold and a little terrifying.
"Someone!"
A squad of marines dragged three militants and ran over. At this time, the three militants had completely lost their ability to resist with their arms cut back.
"Who are you? Who arranged for you to come? β
Hughes took a pistol from his men, but heard a click, and the pistol was pointed at the head of one of the armed men.
"Say!"
"Phew!" The militants spat and said nothing.
"Bang!"
The bullet instantly entered the militant's skull, splattering blood and opening his head......
"What about you, can you sue me?" Hughes sneered, and the muzzle of the gun turned to the second militant.
"We are al-Qaeda, and the **** of the United States will be punished! Long live the Holy War! Jihad ......"
Before he could finish speaking, Hughes fired instantly, killing the second militant instantly. Then, hearing several thuds, Hughes fired continuously, firing a full clip.
The militant's head was completely blown off, and brain splatters were scattered everywhere.
Al-Qaeda?!
Oh, when Lao Tzu is a fool, can't you? It's only been a day since the FBI transferred the little guy, and al-Qaeda has found the address? And 13 speedboats plus 20 bazookas?
β¦β¦
The subordinate hurriedly handed over another magazine, and Hughes reloaded, and without even asking, raised his hand and shot it in the leg of the last armed man.
The militants screamed in a terrible manner, blood gushing out.
Hughes crouched down, grabbed the man by the collar, and pulled him to him in an instant.
With a cold gaze fixed on the armed man's eyes, Hughes spoke gloomily.
"You may not say it, but I tell you that death is not a simple matter. I'm going to fix your limbs, and I'm going to get a small excavator and cut off your arms, your hands, one by one. β
The screams of the militants stopped, and sweat began to form on their foreheads......
"Then they will stop the bleeding and throw you into the dog ring, where you will fight a fierce dog weighing 200 pounds, and both sides will ...... with their teeth"
The faces of the militants were filled with fear.
"When you die, I will keep your photo, and then use the most advanced facial recognition system in the federal government to search for your identity all over the world, from Europe and the United States to Africa, to ......Asia, until you find your parents, your wife, your brother, your children......"
"And then use the means against you, and carry it out on them one by one......"
The militants could no longer bear the pressure on his heart, because he was not an al-Qaeda jihadist fighter at all, but ......
"I say! I say! It's Chicago, it's Chicago! β
The sound fell, but a gunshot was heard, and the last militant fell in 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?
That's it!
An FBI member sped down from the basement of the villa and shouted, "There's an agent missing, he's killed two psychologists and took a USB stick with him!" β
Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at the comer.
"There's a video of that code on the USB stick!"
I see!
Hughes was furious in an instant, and our things dared to move! Damn, you're looking for death!
"Moulton!"
Morton hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Excellency Hughes, please command!" β
"The Atlantic Marine Corps is under your command for the time being, be sure to bring me back the USB flash drive!"
Hearing this, Morton was a little embarrassed, the other party is a world-renowned big conglomerate, a big capitalist.
Feeling Moulton's hesitation, Hughes's face turned cold again.
"If they dare not hand it over, no matter who it is, they will kill them all! I am responsible for the consequences of a qiΔ! β
βYessirοΌβ
Five helicopters sprang up and flew into the sky......
Hughes looked coldly in the direction of Chicago, his heart full of murderous intent.
The little guy is his own political capital, and whoever dares to threaten the life of the little guy will have to die; Whoever dares to stand in the way of my power will be killed by all nine clans!
This time, after winning a huge political bet, more than 170 senior military officials in the United States have joined their camp; There are already 27 wealthy families around the world standing behind them.
What bullshit Chicago consortium? Dare to reach out?
Reach out and die!