Chapter 270: Conspiracy
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Left to these American capital groups, there are two choices, either cooperation or confrontation. If Anyan wants to achieve his joint goal, he can only use sharp methods.
His actions are certainly among the best, if not the most arrogant presidents in American history. Explain directly to the capitalists and ask for orders to be obeyed by his plans.
Throughout the hundreds of years of American history, capitalists have been influencing American politics all the time, and in modern times, they have infiltrated in a large way.
At this point in this dinner, although everyone still has a smile on their faces, the inner plot is already extraordinarily exciting.
Many people think that this president is just a "puppet", he is tough and can win the hearts and minds of the people, but he does not understand politics and economics.
Idealistic and naΓ―ve is what many people think of Anyan - if the world were so simple, there wouldn't be so much evil.
Of course, this is only the perspective they are in, the perspective they have and the opinion they think they are mature. However, Anyang stands at the level of managers, the general direction of civilization union.
To distinguish by range, these people are just frogs at the bottom of the well, and he is an explorer of the starry sky. Different starting points naturally do not lead to the pursuit of common interests.
Differences were already doomed, and Jackson's policy opponents, partisan opponents, and interest opponents rarely got together and conspired after the banquet.
They were very unhappy with An Yang's style: "This stupid red neck is a complete mess!" Does he want to stage a dictatorial drama in front of the whole world? β
Some people are also puzzled: "Isn't he afraid that the stall will be spread out and he won't be able to clean it up when the time comes?" If the consequences are not well controlled, there will inevitably be a crisis that will sweep the world. β
But there are people who can see clearly: "Now we have to think about it, he and some of his supporters want to divide our interests and redivide the territory, and how can we prevent it?" β
The crowd was silent for a while, and then someone said, "We have to teach him a lesson!" Let him understand that this system has always sustained the prosperity of the United States, and it has been and will always be. β
The voice agreed: "We don't need his unrealistic idea of unity, can the United States unite with Russia?" Big joke! It's time to pour a basin of cold water on him and sober him up! β
The people's expressions became solemn, and the complaints and jokes stopped one after another, and they looked at the representative of the Jewish Foundation.
He spoke without scruples: "Why should the president, as the spokesman for the interests of the group, exist when he cannot represent the interests of the majority of us?" β
An invisible killing force was revealed.
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At midnight after the banquet, An Yang quietly watched their conversation.
Hasna scoffed at the group's delusions: "Short-sighted, narrow-minded fellows, if we hadn't intervened, they would have become alien slaves." β
An Yang's temper is very good: "The clown who jumps off the beam is not enough to worry about." Cleaning up the thorns will be a good wake-up call, and then a large group of people will sing to me about conquest. β
Hasna understood: "We continue to stimulate them? Forcing them to go to extremes? β
An Yang smiled cheerfully: "How can a small fight be worthy of a battle?" Persecuted them in all directions, until they wanted to kill me. β
If they knew that the president was deliberately trying to make an example, they would regret the decision β the stupidest decision of their lives.
Only by unifying the voice of the country can we respond to the whole world wholeheartedly. An Yang, who has a wide horizon, simply regards the plan of those people as a pre-dinner appetizer.
Hasna was in charge of refining his plot: after the banquet, the Ahn consortium and a small number of American consortiums that had initially fallen to him began to work intensively.
An Yang has always been generous to his partners, and he intends to support these people who support him, and the advanced business technology of the Anonymous Party is constantly shared.
The technology tree that selectively caters to the plane intends to continue to lead them faster and more ahead on the route of the second-level civilization.
The turnips were sticked, and those who fell to him were even more subservient.
On the other hand, the media, which the president and the corporations have gradually controlled, have begun to play up his new economic plan, which wants to make technology more advanced, social welfare better, and military power stronger.
Different from running trains with his mouth full of empty checks, while he is promoting the plan, the consortium and enterprises are also constantly taking action to interpret his confidence.
The support of the people, and the joint action of big business, have the most direct impact on Congress. There is more and more support for Anyan's series of bills.
Even the "space elevator" plan, which seemed to be a bottomless pit of money, became necessary because of the emergence of a number of consortia in China.
If the policy is to be implemented, the key is to have the capital to profit from it. The reason for this is to exploit the abundant nuclear energy resources on outer planets such as the Moon, extract helium-3 to achieve more efficient nuclear fusion, and reduce costs to spread nuclear energy over a large area.
The series of reform plans implemented by the Anonymous Party for the economy and the dollar, which is no longer an absolute hegemon, have been implemented through the hands of the president, and the situation has continued to develop in a better direction.
If it goes smoothly like this.
But the murderous intent was already hidden, and two months later, during a public speech by the president, a poisonous snake lurking in the crowd stared at him with a dead eye, ready to move.
Although the president's open-air speech was specially surveyed and secured by the Secret Service, and enough bulletproof glass was placed around the podium, there were still omissions.
The conspirators got hold of the president's itinerary, and from the time he shook hands with people and walked to the podium, he exposed fatal dangers.
1,200 meters away.
A guy with a gloomy expression held a special sniper rifle and aimed at the lively crowd at the event from top to bottom, and the expressions on people's faces and joyful expressions were in full view.
And he's going to break this scene.
The effective range of the electromagnetic sniper rifle reached 2,200 meters, and at a distance of 1,200 meters, it was enough to tear a bodyguard wearing light body armor in half.
It couldn't have been easier to deal with his target, the president of the United States. The assassination of the supreme leader of the United States and the sensational news that caused a sensation around the world also made him look forward to it.
The president had already appeared in the aisle on the right, waving his trademark smile to the cheers of the crowd, pausing occasionally to shake hands with some people along the way.
The Assassin seized the moment, knowing that even a bullet could easily take the life of his target with even one person, allowing him to accomplish the most sensational of undertakings.
When his brain made a decision, the electronic eye locked on the trajectory of the target, and pulled the trigger - at that moment, the keen electronic eye caught the blonde woman next to the president, looking towards him.
For a brief moment, an ominous premonition suddenly welled up in the Assassin's heart, and he could feel the contempt in the expression of the female assistant carrying the black box.
But at the same time, he was ridiculous at the idea that at this distance, a bullet of this power, nothing but bulletproof glass on the podium could protect the president.
Not to mention that with only a short half second, how can the president escape?
But the next scene was destined to refresh his perception that the female assistant next to the president, that is, Hasina, kept a close eye on the assassin's movements.
The moment he pulled the trigger, the black box in Hasina's hand immediately received the order to start, and at the moment when the bullet was about to strike, an invisible barrier destroyed the dream of the bullet.
The bullet struck the invisible barrier, then was forcefully deflected, getting slower and slower as it got closer, and finally deflected into the sky at a distance of only half a meter from the president.
Electromagnetic force field shield.
The black box in Hasina's hand is not a file or a nuclear lockbox, it is a force field shield generator, and its burst of energy can form a force field to resist and deflect attacks.
It is a Level 3 civilization defense weapon being tested at the base, and it is now working. But even if the Force Field Shield doesn't work, the assassination of the president won't succeed.
Because the president is a fusion man unless the flesh is destroyed in an instant. Body.
And because the president is the manager, no one in this world can make him cease to exist except for the creator to cancel his identity.
The conspirators' dreams were shattered at their most triumphant moments!
The President was surrounded by bodyguards, with Kazuo Hasna holding a shield in front of him, and the Assassin's electronic eyes saw the mocking smile on her face.
As if to laugh at his ignorance.
A set of sensory electronic devices on his body suddenly alarmed, and the electronic eyes showed that an unknown target was approaching him, and the assassin reflexively jumped up.
"Do you want to escape?"
A woman in professional attire with her hair coiled was looking at him with wide, curious eyes. If he usually thinks it's beautiful, but now it's only overflowing with murderous energy! (To be continued.) )