"You mean assassinating Myers?!"
Even Reid, who had always maintained his composure out of habit from his days as an agent, was shocked enough by Carl's words to straighten up.
This... this was simply...
No matter how one looked at it, this was far too extreme.
Although Reid had already seen Rosalind Myers for who she truly was, and had indeed realized that someone like Myers would bring no benefit to New America, that did not mean he wanted to use assassination to kill Myers outright.
He had no desire to become John Wilkes Booth, Lincoln's assassin, nor did he want to become Charles Guiteau, Garfield's assassin.
He might not have found a way to oppose Rosalind Myers, but that did not mean he had to become the Solomon Reid who assassinated Myers.
"You're taking it too far."
Carl looked at the abruptly upright Reid and the stunned Song Zhaomei beside him, unable to stop himself from commenting. His gaze lingered on Song Zhaomei for a moment in particular—Reid's reaction was understandable, but Song Zhaomei had done something similar before. How could she be this stunned too?
Strictly speaking, she had not intended to take Rosalind Myers's life, but that was not much different from wanting her dead, was it? She had done nearly the same thing, so how could she be dumbfounded just because someone else had the same idea?
He withdrew his gaze, his tone turning steady as he explained.
"I'm not trying to kill Myers. I know you would never agree to that. Although Myers is a politician through and through, someone who places her personal lust for power above the nation, I have to admit that her methods have made New America stronger.
"But now, her increasingly dictatorial rule has become a threat to New America