963. Oba Cow with a Black Cauldron on its Back

Just when Obaniu was shocked, on the large high-definition LCD screen hanging on the wall, the president of Goldman Sachs sneered and said: "No, the current Los Angeles is no longer the Los Angeles of the United States, but the Los Angeles occupied by the enemy, and any weapon can be used." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Even if the city is blown into ruins, it is better than being occupied by the enemy all the time and becoming an enemy attack base. You must know that in addition to Los Angeles, California also has San Francisco and Sacramento and other cities. ā€

"That's right, in the territories occupied by the enemy, we have the right to release any weapons. The president does not need to worry about international condemnation, any means can be taken in a state of war. ā€

"Yes, the most important thing is to quickly destroy the enemy and save the American economy. If we lose California, then China will catch up with China. ā€

"If we don't, the image of the United States as a powerful force that has been erected for half a century will collapse, and the consequences will be very serious."

The super-rich in the video conference represent not only themselves, but also a large number of billionaires who rely under their banners, which together are a very powerful force enough to influence the American economic community.

Oba Bull's face twisted, he gritted his teeth for a long time, and finally his whole body collapsed in the comfortable presidential chair, as if he was ten years old, and said word by word: "No, I will not give such an order." I will immediately resign voluntarily and let the vice president take over as president. ā€

Cunning! The super-rich can see at a glance Oba Bull's strategy, which is to kick the ball at the feet of the future president so that he can avoid making decisions.

But these people have already consulted Republicans and Democrats, and know that no politician wants to take over the presidency at this time, and they will not let Obama leave like this.

"Your Excellency, no one wants to replace you right now, so you should make this decision and resign. This is a bipartisan demand. The president of Goldman Sachs bared his snow-white teeth, like a hungry wolf that had seen its prey.

Your Excellency? When Oba Niu heard this, he only felt extremely sarcastic, and now he did not have the slightest appearance of power.

He looked at the expressionless faces on the screen, and somehow, a strong rebellion surged in his heart, saying, "No, I won't give the order to level Los Angeles, you guys will die of this heart." ā€

If the nuclear bomb was released in the wilderness, Oba Niu had no pressure, as he had done not long ago, and fired three nuclear bombs cleanly dozens of kilometers outside of San Diego. But when he thought of the millions of American citizens in Los Angeles, he couldn't make up his mind.

"Hahaha, you are also a lawyer, how did you forget that the United States is our America, you are just a puppet pushed outside, it doesn't matter if you have it or not. Soon, hundreds of nuclear bombs will saturate Los Angeles, and it is you, the black president, who will give the order. ā€

The polite face of the president of Goldman Sachs suddenly distorted. His eyes were red, his head and neck trembled, and he seemed very excited, and said, "I am so sad at the thought that millions of people are about to die, that you executioner will be condemned by the whole people!" ā€

"Fack, Fack! Your whole family is Bichi! Oba Bull recovered from the shock, yelled at the screen, grabbed the ashtray and threw it at the screen.

He knew that such a scenario was entirely possible, and that if the Pentagon had to choose between Wall Street and him, it would inevitably choose the former. In case the president accidentally hangs up, there is a backup plan for the nuclear weapons button. Therefore, the parliament and the military cooperate to launch a nuclear bomb around him, the president.

Click, there was an extra crack like a spider's web on the huge LCD, but the quality was very strong, and the display of the image was not affected too much.

"Actually, your end is now doomed. If I were you, I wouldn't say a word, stay in this office quietly, wait for hundreds of missiles to be fired, and shoot myself. In this way, the family can be taken care of to a certain extent. ā€

The president of Goldman Sachs does not have to be so red. Say it nakedly, but he is a little worried that Oba will make the choice to steal his life, after all, most people don't want to die, which will increase the work of tailgating.

Oba turned his head, his gaze nailed to the chief of staff's face like a sharp dagger, and said, "You betrayed me too?" ā€

You must know that the chief of staff, as the president's confidant, is almost inseparable from the president, and will know many secrets. If it weren't for the strong relationship, I wouldn't have been able to take this position at all. Such a betrayal stabbed Oba Bull deeply, as if he had broken a hand.

"I'm sorry, but I also want to live, and I want to finish eating with my wife and children. But tomorrow today, I'll visit you at the cemetery. The chief of staff said with a helpless face.

Oba Niu looked up to the sky and laughed, tears flowing to the corners of his mouth, as if the wolf king who had been expelled from the group roared: "Hahaha, hahaha! Like Lincoln and Kennedy, I became the most tragic president of the United States. No, worse than them, because I'm going to be infamous for the rest of my life. ā€

He was tempted to rush forward and strangled the chief of staff with the black man's strong arm, and directly twisted the traitor's neck. But he finally held back, those super can't take care of his family, and can only count on the guilty chief of staff.

The chief of staff lowered his head, not daring to look at Oba Niu at this time, and shame rose on his old face as thick as the city wall. But if he had to go back in time, he would still make the same choice.

Click, the lock on the door suddenly rang, and someone locked the conference room outside to prevent anyone from going out.

Oba Cow stopped laughing and asked, "Is this going to be done?" ā€

In this conference room, only he and the chief of staff, as well as a group of super-rich people who appeared in the video conference, no one replied to his words. Perhaps in their eyes, Oba is already a dead man, of no use.

The large screen on the wall switches to a launch screen with more than a dozen small grids on it, each showing a different missile launch screen.

These missiles, some of which are launched from land-based silos, some from submarines in the ocean, and some from moving giant trucks, are in a variety of forms, and they are sure to cause a global sensation when released to the outside world.

"Your Excellency, please watch a rare scene." The voice of the president of Goldman Sachs rang out in the room. Like a senior waiter in a five-star hotel, the tone is so respectful and sincere.

Oba almost pulled out his wallet and tipped the Goldman Sachs president ten dollars. But when I thought that as long as these missiles landed in Los Angeles, I would have to shoot myself, and my mood became terrible. (To be continued.) )