Chapter 1122 A Small Gift for the Whole People

A great man said it well, and the walls were already heavily fortified, and they were even more united, and this was a defensive measure against digging the foot of the wall. It is undeniable that the United States is indeed an old-fashioned empire that is good at digging into the wall, from the president and high-ranking officials to the ordinary people, all under the guise of all kinds of romance and openness to steal other people's wives for fun, but then again, flies don't bite seamless eggs, and half an inch and a half red doors are opened for you, like Sicili, who naturally likes to use her little body to maneuver between several men.

Omar was angry, he could dig into the corners of other people's walls, but he couldn't tolerate the corners he had managed to dig down and be reexploited by others, and he was angry after learning about the scandal between Wilson and Siciri, and the white house that symbolized the pinnacle of American power had broken several cups on the ground, and he was now eager to smash the microphone in Wilson's old thing's face.

Wilson is actually a little wronged, he hooked up with Siciri's prospective husband Klin before he married her, and the two presidents picked up the broken shoes he wore, and he was reluctant but a little satisfied, because Sicili often said that his was bigger than the two presidents, and as a man, he could despise those two in his heart.

Now the old General Wilson did not know that the photograph of him and Siciri had been sent to Oba on the board, and he only thought that the president was using what he was best at was high-grade black, and that frequent slander was the strength of this black boss. He smacked his lips, smiled coldly, and said into the microphone: "Your Excellency, I am discussing with the Secretary of State to solve the problem of that group of traitors, and I think I should ...... the ransom they proposed for 10 billion."

Oba interrupted him impatiently and snorted coldly, "General Wilson, you turn on the computer right now, and I'll show you something." After speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and he refused to give in to this kind of veteran ruffian who pretended to be stupid and didn't have any dry goods.

Wilson frowned, he instinctively sensed a hint of something wrong from the president's tone, Sicili beside him had already tidied up his clothes, the spring tide on his face had faded in just a few minutes, and the woman had regained her usual majesty in front of people, perhaps because of this inviolable appearance, it was men who wanted to suppress her and her hard.

However, now Wilson was no longer interested, he bowed his head and walked to the computer, and Sicili also sensed that something was wrong, and followed the old general quietly.

Probably because of his apprehension, Wilson didn't press the boot button on the chassis twice, and didn't turn on the computer until the third time, and his computer was specially encrypted and could be directly connected to the president's private network.

When I opened the mailbox, I saw that there was already an additional video file in it, and when I clicked on the file with the mouse, Wilson's face suddenly turned red and slowly turned into iron blue: "Fake! The old general finally roared, grabbed the coffee cup on the table, and slammed it against the opposite wall.

Bang! The cups disintegrated on the wall, turning into irregular porcelain shards scattered around, but fortunately, the coffee inside had already been used by Wilson to rinse his mouth, and no soup was spilled.