"Sir!"
"Speak!"
"The Ryan residence has been abandoned."
"Shit!"
"Didn't we lock down all of Washington? Where could he have gone?"
"...Huonli left by private plane."
"What?"
"And he's the director of the FBI. He authorized his own departure."
"Fuck!"
The Pentagon general cursed irritably inside the White House and wiped his face. "What's the plane's status? Where is it headed?"
"Brazil!"
"Shit."
The general cursed again, then looked at Karen, who was seated on the presidential throne, and said solemnly, "Madam, I suggest we immediately send people overseas to arrest him."
"Wait."
The deputy director of the Secret Service hurriedly said, "General, we can't make this public."
The reason had already been explained.
Good grief.
The FBI director was actually Hydra. Fine, that was one thing. The Langley director was Hydra too. Fine, they could accept that as well. But even the former Mr. President had been Hydra?
What the hell was going on?
If the whole world found out, wouldn't the Federation become the laughingstock of the entire planet?
So, from top to bottom, the Federation had no actual Federation people at all. Everyone else was a spy!
The Pentagon general looked directly at the deputy director of the Secret Service. "According to you, what are we supposed to do? Just leave that damned bastard hiding in some Brazilian villa, drinking fine wine?"
The deputy director of the Secret Service hurriedly said, "I mean, he can be killed."
"Who can be killed?"
The general, an irritable hawk, glared and said directly, "Solomon Ryan must die. Who can be killed? After causing all this, shouldn't the bastard be killed?"
The Pentagon had initially thought that Lake Edwin had deliberately orchestrated everything to put his mother in power.
At that time, people on Wall Street had already begun planning gifts