Early the next morning, Leon Jogosh arrived at the North American Agricultural Technology Expo in Chicago. At this time, the venue had not yet opened, so Leon Chogosh found a small restaurant next to it for breakfast.

"A white loaf of bread, buttered bread, a glass of milk, a roasted sausage, and a piece of smoked fish." A while ago, buying guns, practicing guns, buying bullets and so on, Leon Chogosh was almost exhausted with what little money he had, especially the damn enhanced lead bullet, which cost even forty times more than ordinary bullets. Fortunately, Leon Chogos still left himself the last bit of money, and today he has to do important things, and he must be fed. And considering that after today, I will either never have to eat, or I will always have a prison meal provided by the government. Either way, he didn't need to spend money, so Leon Chogosh decided to just eat up what little money he had left.

"Howler!" The waiter, whose clothes were stained with oil, said loudly, and in a few moments the things were brought to the table. Leon Chogos took two bites of bread and then took a sip of milk, which was sweetened with a lot of sugar, but the milk tasted very light, and I don't know if it was because it was mixed with too much water or because it was the scraps of cheese. Leon Chogosh frowned, it didn't feel good, especially when it was probably the last meal. However, it can't be helped, the money in his pocket is not enough for him to go to a high-end restaurant. Leon Chogos picked up his knife and fork again, ready to cut a piece of grilled sausage and eat it. It's just that the roasted sausage is really hard, and his hand is a little shaky, so that if he is not careful, the knife falls from his hand and falls to the ground, making a bang.

"Are you alright, sir? I don't think your face is good. A guest sitting at an adjacent table asked.

"Not really, thank you." Leon Chogosh said with a reluctant smile. Then he beckoned to the waiter and asked him to help him carry the knife and wash it.

Leon Chogosh is indeed not sick, but he is too excited, so he didn't sleep well at all last night, so his natural face is not good-looking. As for his hands shaking badly, it wasn't that he was afraid, but because he was a little too excited to think that he was about to do something great that would shake the world, and that his name would go down in history and become known like Bruce.

After eating, and handing the last of his money to the waiter, Leon Chogosh walked out of the diner, and by this time the doors of the Chicago Exhibition Hall had been opened. Leon Chogosh pressed his pouch on both sides, and it was still stiff. So he walked in the direction of the exhibition hall.

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Amid applause, President William McKinley stepped down from the podium, cheered on by the crowd around him. Everyone flocked to him to shake his hand. Leon Chogosh tried to squeeze forward, too, but there were so many people that he almost fell to the ground. Just as he was stumbling and almost losing his balance, a man reached out and helped him, and his hand seemed to touch Leon Chogosh's pistol hidden under his armpit.

León Chogosh looked up and saw that he was assisted by a policeman, and his face changed nervously. But the policeman didn't seem to notice that he was carrying a gun, nor did he notice that he was obviously abnormal, and his face was suddenly pale like a dead man. Instead, he smiled at him and nodded.

"He really didn't find out? God forbid! "Leon Jogosh didn't have time to think about it, because President William McKinley was coming this way. So he nodded to the policeman, and then squeezed hard towards the president.

President William McKinley also noticed the young man, and as he squeezed through the crowd, President William McKinley smiled at him and was ready to shake the young man's hand and say a few words of encouragement to him. Then he saw the young man put his right hand under his shirt.

Up to this point, Mr. President was unaware of the possible danger, and he thought that the young man was fumbling for his notebook to sign it. After all, President William McKinley was not trained in anti-assassination security. However, none of the guards who were with the president noticed the danger in front of them, and not only that, but when Leon Chogosh pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the president, they didn't even react.

"Smack!" Leon Jogosh pulled the trigger at President William McKinley. The distance between the two men was less than three meters, so the shot hit President William McKinley in the chest, and blood immediately poured out of the place where President William McKinley was shot in the chest, staining his white shirt and beige coat red.

"0.22 bullets aren't lethal enough, so if you want to kill someone, you have to remember to fire a few more shots, and it's better to run out of bullets in one go!" Leon Chogosh's mind remembered the words of the shooting instructor, so he continued to pull the trigger and shoot at the president. At the same time, his left hand had already pulled out the other revolver. Left. Wheel. Hand. The gun has a significant advantage over an automatic pistol, that is, as long as the safety is turned on, you can shoot by pulling the trigger directly, without first pulling the sleeve. So the gun in his left hand immediately rang out.

The people around screamed and screamed. The people scattered in a panic, and by this time, Leon Chogosh had already emptied 12 rounds from his two pistols, he threw away his pistol, took out a prepared leaflet from his pocket and threw it into the air, shouting: "Hit a tyrant who oppresses the people!" It was only then that President William McKinley's security guards reacted and pounced on him, knocking Leon Chogosh to the ground. Later generations spoke of the case and were surprised by the sluggishness of the president's bodyguards. However, they soon found the reason from the reports of some newspapers of the time: the general lack of training of the president's security personnel. Because of budgetary and other issues, the president's security allocation is very limited. After the assassination of President Lincoln, people were particularly worried that assassins might use sniper rifles to assassinate, so controlling the surrounding high ground became a must-do for the president when he appeared in public. Doing something like this requires more people, and more appropriations. As a result, although the number of staff has increased considerably, the funding has not increased in tandem, and the result is that the average salary of the president's bodyguards has dropped considerably, not much more than that of an average new police officer in the police department. In such a situation, who would want to do such a thing with experienced, well-trained people? So, the president's bodyguards are almost all a group of rookies.

In the original history, President William McKinley lived for eight days after his assassination, and was even thought to be out of danger for a time, only to die because of an infection and a series of complications, including those caused by obesity. But this time, thanks to the use of newer, more powerful bullets from McDonald's Infantry Weapons Company, President William McKinley was pronounced dead after being taken to the hospital. In addition to this change, in another way, MacDonald's new bullet also changed history from another angle: in the original history, President William McKinley's death due to various complications caused by excessive obesity profoundly changed the basic concept of health of the American people. It began with the assassination of President William McKinley. This time, however, President William McKinley died on the spot, and naturally there was no chance to show the American people the dangers of obesity. So the misconception that obesity equals health is probably going to be prevalent for a while longer.

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"President William McKinley is dead. An anarchist with a foul of stupidity assassinated him. Jacob Schiff said to his assistant Abraham, crumpling up the information in his hand and throwing it aside, "Abraham, what do you think about this?" ”

"Mr. Schiff, I think there's a conspiracy here, mostly arranged by Morgan or MacDonald." Abraham replied, "Of course, they wouldn't be foolish enough to contact the Assassin directly, but I'm sure they must have been behind this assassination." ”

"Do you still have to say that? They must have done it. Those expressions of theirs the other day were completely used to paralyze and deceive us. Jacob Schiff said angrily, "The problem is ...... now."

"Mr. Schiff, maybe we should ......," Abraham said.

"Well, you're right! Abraham. Now we have to change now. How much do we invest in Midwest Union? Jacob Schiff asked.

"Mr. Schiff, close to two million dollars." Abraham said.

"Damn it!" Jacob Schiff said he knew that the so-called "concessions" made by Morgan and MacDonald were not written at all and were simply used to deceive people. Now that the president is dead, the prospects of the entire Midwest Union Bank will immediately be bearish, and at this time, Morgan and MacDonald are afraid that they have long been ready to take advantage of the fire. The 20 million must be withdrawn immediately, otherwise it will ...... It's unimaginable.

"Be prepared to divest quickly." Jacob Schiff said, "Although most of the time there will be a lot of losses. Also, help me contact Mr. Morgan and Mr. MacDonald right away. I want to visit them, the sooner the better. ”

"Will Mr. Schiff, Mr. Morgan, and Mr. MacDonald compromise with us now?" Abraham asked worriedly.

"If they hadn't done that, it wouldn't have been the president, it would have been me. Damn it! They're waiting for me. What I can impress them, they know. Killing the president is a warning to us, and now we must go and surrender to them......," Jacob Schiff said.