As for Pratt, he is still in a young grade, so he has no choice but to stand up, he is not a core member at the moment, so only people related to politics are left in the room.

The door to the room closed again, and Julia began to read a report from BCI.

All she held in her hand was a thin electronic display board, but behind those few words on the paper were the result of a large number of investigations by thousands of agents around the world.

"Last month, BCI discovered that a section of the Red Moon was suspected of being members of the Red Moon group operating within the Federation. Their sources of funding are complicated, and the banking system shows personal remittances from the founding of the country, but our people analyze that the money is from a company under the Xia family in Zion! ”

Julia finished reading the first sentence, looked up at the old and young presidents in front of them, the two of them leaned forward slightly on the sofa, their faces slightly furrowed, it seemed that this situation brought them quite trouble.

"In the last three days, three of them have taken the lead in staying in a hotel in Zhongxing City, and they are very generous with their money."

"Where is Wu Jiajun?" The two Blakes looked at each other, "What do they want to do?" ”

"I have informed Mr. Governor that the security level has been enhanced!" Julia calmly said to the two presidents, pausing before adding: "But the final analysis of BCI is that they want to hijack the shuttle!" ”

"Hijacking a shuttle?" The two Blakes looked at each other again: "What is the purpose?" ”

"They shouldn't be in it for money, maybe they want us to release those people who are suspected of being from the Red Moon Base that they arrested some time ago." Julia tentatively explained.

"Maybe, what else can these guys come up with!" Blake laughed, and he leaned back comfortably on the couch, stilted Erlang's legs, and asked, "Any other information?" ”

Julia looked at the electronic board in her hand and said, "It's not for the time being!" ”

"When will we catch Xia Shichang?" Blake asked suddenly.

"There hasn't been any progress yet, only that he is still hiding in the country of Zion, and the Red Moon has a lot of power there. And BCI can only do nothing about it. ”

"How many men are needed if we are going to take Zion? For how long? Blake asked.

"Hive studied this problem, 150,000 people, three years. One year of preparation and one year of fighting! Julia replied quickly, and it seemed that she had prepared for this answer.

"Does he still want to buy dark matter weapons?" Old Blake suddenly asked, when he was in office, he knew that Xia Shichang had always wanted to have a dark matter weapon of his own.

"He's learned to be good since he's been tricked by the Daubs a few times......," Blake said, turning to his father, "he wants to make his own, in western Zion!" ”

Old Black nodded, silent.

"He's still buying our arms non-stop, through some middlemen!" Julia said solemnly, "Maybe we should work on this." ”

"No, he's going to buy it anyway, let's make it instead of letting the Daubs make it." Blake shook his head and dismissed her idea.

After a slight pause, he continued, "This way we can control a little bit." Don't sell those advanced weapons, give them to them when they expire. ”

"The expired ones have already been sold to Tsukishima, and besides, how long does it take to expire?" Julia wanted a more accurate answer.

"At least fifty years ago!"

"Those old ones are long gone, and the oldest ones now are weapons from thirty years ago."

"Then it's about to expire!" Blake laughed: "It also saves the so-called environmentalists from destroying it in the country and making all kinds of protests." ”

"Of course, sir!" Julia's eyes were full of respect.

"Is there anything else?" Blake asked.

"No more!" Julia shook her head.

Blake nodded, and said with great satisfaction: "Then you go out!" ”

Julia quietly opened the door and walked out, leaving only the Blake father and son in the room.

"Things won't be so simple, Xia Shichang is a madman! Do you remember those suicide bombings? Old Blake groaned for a while, closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Hmm!" Blake frowned slightly, also lost in thought.

He recalled the series of explosions of that year, and suddenly had a very strong premonition that another big explosion was about to happen. The question is just where is the location chosen by the other party? And how to implement it?

Hijacking shuttles? He remembered the conclusion Julia had reached before leaving, and a flash of light crossed his mind, and a trace of unease appeared on his face.

"Maybe it's an opportunity!" Old Blake again spat out a few words softly.

"Opportunity?" Blake didn't seem to understand how to interpret these two words.

"You won too riskily this time, and you won't have such good luck next time." Old Blake whispered, "Don't you understand how to fish in the pond every day?" ”

"Not bad! It is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Blake laughed slowly.

He really won too dangerously this time, and in the end, if it wasn't for the help of the Supreme Court, his 200 million would have been lost. But if his father's estimate is true, it is too advantageous for a cowboy president like him who has been a soldier and can drive a shuttle, and the people of the Mada Federation love to fight heroes.

The odds of a combat hero becoming president again are much higher than that of a man who was born as a professor.

And with such an excuse, then you can do anything, anyway, there are still many people in this world who are not very obedient, and it should all have something to do with it.

Father and son began to look at each other and laugh, and old Blake slowly said again: "No one can stop us!" ”

"No one can!" Blake smiled as well, he suddenly stood up and said, "It's time to participate in club activities, you definitely don't want to go with me, do you?" ”

Old Black smiled and shook his head.

Blake wasn't disappointed, he had people, people who would be there wherever he went.

He began to go into the bedroom to change clothes, and ten minutes later he walked out the door, by which time the bodyguards standing outside the door had begun to weaken their legs, and no one wanted to follow him for a run every day in the forty-degree heat.

The president himself can wear only a pair of pants, but these bodyguards have to wear suits and leather shoes, hang long guns and short guns, daggers, carry parasols, fishing rods, small horses, rocking chairs, life kits, and curling stones full of water, and step on them twice in advance to see if there are any landmines, potholes, and poop in the places where the president will pass.

Truth be told, it's the worst job in the whole of the Mada Federation.

"Are you all ready?" Blake looked at the dozen or so men in black enthusiastically, and everyone nodded with a forced smile.