Inside the bulletproof car, the President explained to Lin Qi that before Mr. Truman was assassinated, he had mailed a registered letter to "himself."
He had roughly guessed at the change in the Presidential Palace's current attitude.
"May I take a look at that letter?"
He put forward a small suggestion of his own. To be honest, the request was a little too forceful.
But to Lin Qi now, that kind of forcefulness was simply his normal manner.
The President thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, but the letter has already been destroyed according to Mr. Truman's wishes."
"He mentioned that if anything happened to him, it was very likely premeditated, and hoped I could provide the National Security Committee with more assistance in this case."
"I respected Mr. Truman deeply. Losing to him in the election was nothing I found shameful."
"On the contrary, under his leadership, the Federation entered an entirely new era. My admiration for him led me to decide to respect his wishes."
"Of course, he also mentioned you. He said you were a trustworthy partner!"
This bastard is lying!
Lin Qi immediately saw through his lie, but his face still wore that smile that said, "We'll become good partners."
Mr. Truman trusted him?
To hell with that!
From the moment they had met, Mr. Truman's impression of him had actually been poor.
Sly and deceitful—that was his merciless assessment of Lin Qi.
What allowed the two of them to become friends was that they both hoped the Federation could play a more important role in the International Community.
Mr. Truman's starting point had been good. He wanted to change the Federation's current state.
Lin Qi's starting point had also been good. He merely wanted to make more money.
But if anyone