On August afternoons, the sun is hot and dry. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment lower the sun visor to keep the light from the living room windowsill not too harsh.

Old George and Zhou Qingfeng sat diagonally facing each other facing the window, and their faces could be seen with a slight sideways face.

As an important member of the Senate, old George didn't like Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, especially his eyes.

Too presumptuous, too unscrupulous, too calm.

The look reminded George Sr. of his own instructor when he served in the Army more than thirty years ago. Those who are rude, rude, and very practical and experienced.

Recruits don't have much to play in the eyes of the instructors. They are calm, cold, proud, and can make people shudder with just one look. No situation can bother them, everything is under control.

For so many years, George Sr. had almost forgotten the feeling of being dominated.

But when I saw Zhou Qingfeng today, the other party had a similar expression. He neither flinched nor sharpened, hid needles in his cotton, and coped with ease. In the face of pressure, he also mocked.

This concentration cannot be pretended. Only if you have experienced the power of thunder and do not give in, can you be so indifferent in front of old George.

If Zhou Qingfeng was a young talent from the United States, Old George would appreciate this mature atmosphere, and would not even mind complimenting him a few words and pulling it away. Just like he did back then.

But in George's eyes, Asians are synonymous with intelligence and obedience. This race should be accustomed to being dominated by whites and can act as elite lackeys. There are quite a few such people in the White House, loyal and competent, and very popular.

But Zhou Qingfeng only made old George feel unhappy.

This kid doesn't seem to be here to ask for help, but rather to give orders. From his casualness when playing chess, to his chatter at the dinner table, to his toughness at the moment, he does not give an inch, and he is very confident.

Mrs. George sat next to her, her face turning cold. Michelle was a little panicked, looking left and right. She was biased towards her father, but she didn't want the negotiations to break down.

Zhou Qingfeng reminded that the housekeeper reported the situation outside the door of the apartment. A team of FBI agents was guarding there, but now they were nowhere to be seen.

After searching around, the butler found the dozen or so highly trained guys in the stairwell. The latter were all in a state of slumber, as if they had been the victim of some kind of conspiracy - the elf's sleepiness was too simple to use against them.

Thinking that the other party still has unknown hole cards, old George has to endure it. He turned his frown and asked, "Young man, what makes you think that I will definitely agree to meet your request?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at Michelle. The little foreign girl sat next to her mother, facing the deep gaze, her heart was pounding for no reason, and she was completely calm as usual.

"Mr. George, can you ask your daughter, what did I get in Ukraine?"

It's a nuclear bomb!

No need to ask, George Sr. knew the answer.

"You can also ask your daughter how easily the VCDs of Holy Light are shipped to various cities in the United States for sale.

It was one large container after another, and each shipment was in the order of 100,000 units. This ability to transport is not only wealthy, but also more. ”

Needless to say, the FBI hasn't found out the exact smuggling route yet. Those in-demand goods appeared without warning and were quickly distributed.

This mode of transportation and sales has not only caused great trouble for the FBI, but has even reached the ears of drug lords in South America through gangsters. The logistics system of the 'Holy Light' makes the latter too envious.

Just combining nuclear bombs with covert logistics is a catastrophe.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head slightly, "Mr. George, I still have a basic awe for the United States. You have produced tens of thousands of nuclear warheads, and you keep thousands of warheads ready to lift off and destroy the world.

But you don't know what my hole cards are? Trust me, you don't want to see the moment I open my hole cards. I may not be able to destroy America, but I can definitely destroy you and your family. ”

Old George's brow furrowed even tighter, and he was still suppressing his anger, trying to figure out why the young man in front of him was so bold. But the more you think about it, the more you worry, and the more you are constrained.

Decades of deceit have made old George not do things that he is not sure of, and reason has regained control of his mind. He patted the armrest of the seat and laughed, "Well, young people are honest." I love it.

Zhou, I will seriously consider your request. It takes a little time to operate, and I hope you understand. After all, there are so many bureaucrats in Congress that I have to straighten things out. ”

The old guy is leaving.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at Michelle, "Just let your daughter stay with me." ”

Old George swept back and forth between his daughter and Zhou Qingfeng. Michelle took the initiative to say, "Dad, I'm willing to stay." ”

"Okay." Old George clapped his hands and laughed. He didn't hesitate to make a decision at all, even if it was about his daughter.

"Hahaha...... young man, you just said that you didn't come to pursue my daughter. But I'm still going to give you a chance to get along.

In fact, you don't have to stay at home, you can let Michelle walk around with you and relax. There are still plenty of places to visit in New York. ”

Zhou Qingfeng nodded anti-guest, as if this luxury apartment was his home. The servant next to him also felt weird, and this scene was like a change of master.

Old George laughed and took his wife away. But the moment the door of the apartment closed, he was so angry that he stomped his foot and yelled: "That bastard, he is humiliating me." In more than 30 years, no one has done so. ”

Mrs. George, too, looked gloomy and said, "Where's Billy?" ”

Old George's assistant is missing. Only the housekeeper of the apartment followed, and took old George to the stairwell to take a look. The FBI agent, who was supposed to be on standby, slumped down the stairs and snored loudly.

All the arrangements fell through, and everyone had a sense of horror, feeling that this apartment building had been secretly controlled by Zhou Qingfeng.

Taking the elevator down to the outside of the building, assistant Billy jumped out of a listening car and asked in a panic, "Sir, do you need to continue to send someone up?" I got in touch with the SWAT in New York, who were always available to help. ”

Old George had a bugging device on him, and his conversation with Zhou Qingfeng was clearly heard by the outside world. But he stopped the assistant's move, held the car door and frowned:

"The situation can't be expanded, otherwise it's a scandal. Let the FBI people withdraw, and the New York Police Department people don't have to intervene. I'm going to think about it. ”

Considering the entanglement with Zhou Qingfeng, Old George must choose to solve it internally. Zhou Qingfeng did not choose to succumb to his pressure, and in turn forced old George to do something.

The assistant whispered beside him, "Sir, do you really want to help the 'Holy Light' get rid of that aircraft carrier?" ”

George Sr. asked rhetorically, "If that bastard really got the nuclear bomb to New York, do you bet he wouldn't detonate it?" Now he's stuffing the money over and he's holding up the stick......"

Old George didn't go on, but the assistant understood what he meant. There is no way to blackmail more oil and water, so you can only collect money to do things.

At this moment, in a dozens of floors in an apartment, Zhou Qingfeng asked the servant to bring the mobile phone, make a transatlantic call, and connect to Marcos in Ukraine, with only one sentence:

"Get the carrier ready to go."