No response.

Bush couldn't help but feel a little strange, could it be that he was asleep? He thought about it, but turned to leave.

If he is resting, then he should not disturb the president, with the president's current strange temper, it may be another mess of mess, Bush does not want to cause this unnecessary trouble himself, but he still can't help but be a little dissatisfied in his heart.

As the head of a big country, or as the head of the most powerful country in the world, it is really unkind to ignore government affairs so much, and hand over these complicated trivial matters to the vice president under his command, and turn his head to enjoy the rest time.

Thinking so, Bush suddenly felt a sense of grievance in his heart, and his steps became even more hurried.

He stopped again as he walked back to his office.

It can't be so cheap president. A sudden wave of anger rose in Bush's heart.

Especially when he looked at the mountains of papers on his desk, he was even more firm in his thoughts at this moment, he turned around, and walked back to the original path quickly.

Walking to the door of the president's office, Bush stretched out his hand and knocked on the door again, and this time he used much more strength than before, and the corridor that was quiet for a while was suddenly filled with "banging" knocks.

Still no response.

Bush's brows suddenly furrowed, and there was no response in this way, the president did this on purpose?

Or did you sleep too deeply? Bush was even more unhappy.

"Wouldn't you enjoy it too much、、、、、、 Bush couldn't help but mutter.

He tried to move the doorknob.

To his surprise, the door was not locked, and on the previous occasions the president had locked the door so tightly that he would not give people the opportunity to enter without greeting, but this time he did not lock the door.

It's just right to go straight in. With that in mind, Bush pushed the door open.

The president was lying on the table, looking like he was asleep.

Bush was very embarrassed to cover his face with his hands, and it seemed that he had slept too soundly.

"Mr. President." He walked over to wake up the president.

As he walked to the table, he stopped abruptly.

The pupils suddenly widened in surprise and fear.

What he saw in his field 、、、、、、of vision of "this, this, this, and this" suddenly made Bush feel his hands and feet weaken.

His current perspective is to the left-hand side of the president's desk.

In the field of vision, under the table, there was a dry dark red.

It was obviously blood, and it was a lot of blood, and it was already obvious on the carpet that there was blood that had coagulated into a large lump, and the president was still lying there motionless, but Bush's bad premonition was filled with every corner of his heart at this time.

He walked over and gently patted the president on the shoulder.

The cold touch made his heart tremble, and he reached out again, carefully lifting the president's face off the table.

It was an almost morbid pale, with a little rotten sallowness.

On his forehead, a noticeable bullet hole appeared on it, and there was some blood coagulated on it, and a blood streak slowly flowed down from it, and the trajectory of the flow was also solidified

On the track, it looks extremely permeable.

Been dead for a long time?

Bush felt incredulous, but he suddenly remembered that the last time he saw the president was a month ago.

What was it like to meet at that time? Bush didn't even think about it for a while, he only remembered that he was anxious to get the president back to handling government affairs at that time, and he already felt powerless at that time about the mess left by the president.

There seems to be a wound in the throat, this wound is extremely obvious, covering almost all the area in front of the neck, although the blood of the wound has long since coagulated, but the depth of the wound can still be seen.

The president's clothes can be seen to have been soaked in blood before his death, and now, after the blood has dried up, it shows a dry fold feeling, and there are traces of blood splattering in the area where he is lying on his stomach, and the major artery in his neck is cut when he is slashed, so the blood will appear like this.

Did the president commit suicide?

Bush felt a pain in his brain for a while, and he originally just hoped that the president would return to his previous state and regain his strength, but he never imagined that things would turn out like this.

It seems that the president has been dead for some time, and although his face has almost shown a state of decay, he can still make out the expression on it, and the expression seems to be very calm, and he does not feel any pain, nor does he see any fear or surprise in this situation.

Death is something that happens almost instantaneously, and if you cut your neck with a knife, the intense pain probably won't make your expression seem so calm. But what about this strange wound on the neck?

Besides, even if it is a suicide with a pistol or a weapon, at least this weapon must be in the hand first, but the presidential palace has never been a place to place weapons, although this is the White House, but the control of weapons has always been much stricter than the control of the US government in society, and it can even be said that because of the gathering place of dignitaries, the management and control of weapons is more strict than outside.

Moreover, in Bush's impression, in the past two months, especially in the past month, he has never heard any so-called gunfire in the White House, and even if it is a gun equipped with a silencer, it is impossible not to make a single movement, at least some people will be aware of it, but in the past month, nothing has happened, and the death of the president does not seem to have any warning, as if it happened in an instant, and Bush cannot be psychologically prepared.

Bush patted his head.

He felt that his head was about to explode now, and the mysterious death of the president put aside the cause of death for the time being, and the political effects caused by the president's death alone were enough to make the US government anxious.

The death of the original leader of the ruling party will require a new person to lead the party alone, and more importantly, it is not yet an election year, and if the general election is allowed to start early, it will be tantamount to disrupting the subsequent election process.

Moreover, the current situation in Congress is also clear to Bush, as a person from the same political party as the president, he knows how much pressure the opposition party led by the opposition party on the congressional side will exert on the ruling party after learning of the president's death, and for a long time in the past, the Congress controlled by the opposition party has in many cases

It's going to be a face-to-face confrontation with the president, let alone in the current situation.

In any case, it is necessary to inform the staff in the White House of the situation first.

Thinking of this, Bush's heart was once again on fire.

The current appearance of the president is obviously a long time dead, but in the past for such a long time, the staff has not found out that the president has died, even if only a staff member opens the president's door, you can know this, but in the past there was no news, until he opened the door with his own hands today.

Wait a minute!

Thinking of this, Bush suddenly felt a wave of surprise in his heart.

No one has found out in the past so long?

Is it true that no one has found out, or has someone deliberately hidden it?

Thinking so in his heart, Bush suddenly felt vigilant.

There was a crisp round of applause behind him.

"As you deserve to be Mr. Vice President, it seems that you should have thought of something more correct, and it is not in vain that the president will rest assured that he will hand over all the government affairs to you."

This familiar voice made Bush look up in surprise and look in the direction of the door.

"White ??!" Bush shouted the name almost in a tone of surprise.

White stood at the door in a bright red army uniform, looking extremely dazzling, and he gave Bush a military salute very respectfully.

"It's me, Mr. Vice President."

Bush looked at the smile on the corner of White's mouth, and White's expression was very playful, with a slight look of disdain.

Bush pointed to the president.

"Presidential 、、、、、、"

Huai Ting nodded. "I did it."

Just a simple word.

But it was like a stormy sea, and it frantically slammed into Bush's heart.

"Don't be so surprised, after all, you have to think that I have tried my best to hide this matter for so long, and it has taken me a long time to think of a reason." White's smile grew even brighter.

"Why 、、、、、、 、、、、、、??" Bush asked almost with full anger.

"Why?" White repeated the phrase.

He made a thoughtful look. "Why?"

He quickly regained his smile.

"Well," he said, spreading his hands, "you might as well ask our dear Mr. President." ”

"How?"

Bush's eyes were almost bursting with fire.

Outside the room, a sharp sound of footsteps sounded, and the footsteps gradually became clear and violent from far to near.

A large group of soldiers in heavy body armor surrounded the area and stormed the president's office.

Dozens of black-pressed muzzles were aimed at Bush.

"You 、、、、、、" Bush pointed at White, who was so angry that he could barely speak.

"What's wrong?" Bush shrugged.

His smile then bloomed again.

"Don't you want to know?"

"I'll help you!"

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