In the distant sky, the smoke has not yet dissipated, and the scene around still makes people feel inexplicably frightened, but Xia Chenghao feels that his mood is not as heavy as just now.

Blue Temple.

"Mr. President! The signal is on. The guard officer interrupted Blake's recollections.

The picture is Zhou Xiaosong's office.

"Mr. President." Zhou Xiaosong was not surprised that the president wanted to meet him.

"Mr. Zhou Xiaosong, I need your opinion."

"Remember what we said last time, your strengths."

That was two years ago, when I was just a governor.

"Greetings from Bevis."

The two Morlie X Evolution members shook each other heavily, with a knowing smile on their faces.

"Mr. Governor, is Mr. President alright?" Although the elder Blake is no longer in office, Zhou Xiaosong still asked.

"My father is very good." Blake smiled slightly, "He asked me to ask you for advice." ”

"You may be seated." Zhou Xiaosong picked up a cigar from the table and handed it over.

Blake shook his head and said, "I don't like it anymore." ”

"What do you want to know?" Zhou Xiaosong took a deep breath, the disappearance of this hobby usually represents the establishment of another hobby.

"You know I've decided I'm going to run."

"What do you need me to do? Please speak. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him seriously.

"After the Yarman catastrophe, I still have to win the election." Blake said firmly that he knew the odds of him winning were extremely low.

Zhou Xiaosong did not express too much surprise, in fact, it was almost an open secret.

"I want your help." Blake said sincerely.

Zhou Xiaosong closed his eyes. Turned around and nodded, "Okay." Let's analyze your strengths and weaknesses. ”

"Hmm." Blake looked thoughtful.

"Don't think about it. Answer directly with your heart. Zhou Xiaosong shouted.

"I can remember people's names very well."

"Then you have the instinct of a politician."

"I am a firm believer."

Zhou Xiaosong looked at Blake's eyes tightly: "I can see that your faith has been strengthened a lot over the years, and I feel that your spirituality has increased." ”

"God is guiding me forward and accomplishing my mission." Blake said lightly.

"This can be supported by the public, but it is not an advantage in a larger number of people."

"That can't be changed." Blake didn't seem to care.

"It doesn't matter." Zhou Xiaosong didn't seem to want him to change his faith, "You can control this federation like a conglomerate." ”

"Huh?"

"You know, as long as you win in the state, then you've won all the electoral votes, and even if that senator hates you, he can't change the outcome. This is a provision of the law. ”

"It's like controlling a company with not too many shares, right?" Blake hasn't forgotten what he learned in college.

"Yes."

"In addition, your unfamiliarity with international affairs is also your weakness."

"What should I do?"

"I'll arrange a trip to Yara where you can talk to a couple of key people."

"That's great, I've wanted to go there for a long time."

"I can remember names, I'm strong in my faith, and I'm a great quarterback." Blake smirked.

"I know, so the second thing I'll tell you is ......," he paused, "and go for the election like a game." ”

"Huh?"

'War is like every season for us, you have to play every game seriously and keep yourself reminded that the next game is coming soon. And the opponent will not show all of his hole cards. ”

"Season." Blake nodded thoughtfully.

"Don't give the impression that this is sectarian conflict."

"There was a myth among the ancient earthlings that the god in it said to David. You have too much blood in your hands to build a temple. ”

But David knew that although he was no longer qualified to build a temple, he could prepare for it. So he prepared the materials, because the large amount of work was not easier than the direct construction process, but it always needed to be done. ”

"Not bad." Blake seemed to get it.

"I said the same thing to your father decades ago, and I'm sure he did."

"Yes, I often hear him talk about how you helped him."

Spacious and bright toilets, huge bathtubs that allow two people to swim at the same time, and a clean sink with a video phone, this place looks like a five-star hotel at first glance, but it is only a low-altitude shuttle toilet. Because this is the car of the Federal President of Madda, its name is - Cuckoo.

Blake was standing in front of the sink, silent in the mirror.

He looked at himself in the mirror, slowly rolled up his sleeves to reveal his hairy arms, then took out a box of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, took a pose to light a cigarette on his horse, and nodded, revealing a cold smile.

"Sudden disasters may be a good thing, and they can bring people closer to God." He threw the box of cigarettes in the trash, but he had quit smoking for many years.

After a while, he pushed open the door and walked out, several assistants waiting for him to give orders.

"Help me connect to the ranch." Blake said with a grim look on his face.

A few seconds later, the telecommunication system began to connect with the Blake father and son, and the old Blake looked calm on the screen, and there was even a hint of relaxed joy in his eyes.

"Father, we've been punched." Blake stared at the fierce light and said fiercely.

"I know, you want to ask me what I would do if I were in a situation like this, right?" Old Blake's face was quite calm, and he looked like he was in the chest.

"Yes." Blake nodded.

"I'd like to hear what you think." Old Blake closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and asked his son in turn.

"Go to war." Blake clenched his fists, which swung a few in mid-air, "That's my only answer." ”

"That's right! Then the next question I have to ask is......" Old Blake nodded with a look of approval, and asked softly, "To whom first?" ”

This word made Blake's face smile as well, and he sighed in his heart that he knew his son Mo Ruo's father.

"I haven't figured it out yet, it should be Doge at the beginning, Jal has been there lately, but in the end, that Ruokan is indispensable." Blake said nonchalantly, and he laughed too.

"What about the benefits?" Old Blake then asked.

What are the benefits, you ask? Do you mean the benefits of war or other benefits? Blake asked.

"Let's be the first one!" Old Blake thought for a moment and said.

"As far as the first point is concerned, you know that my domestic policy is not very popular, and the media don't like me, saying that I take too many vacations, and that I always say the wrong thing, but as long as there is a war, everything will change." "War can easily unite people, especially since the media standing so closely behind us have written countless articles hyping up your iron will," said Blake triumphantly. ”

Old Black nodded slightly, he did the same back then. (To be continued.) )