Then the president swiftly gathered his people to discuss Soldier Boy's proposal and verify whether what Andrew Wang had said was true.
If disasters really were going to occur frequently in the future, the government definitely had to prepare, such as recalling overseas troops.
"Come to think of it, after investigating for over a month, have you found any detailed information on Andrew Wang?"
The president remembered something and asked the Secret Service. All the Secret Service employees collectively looked up at the sky. The weather tonight was lovely; there were no stars or moon.
The president wanted to roll his eyes. Obviously, these useless fools had found nothing. Could it be that Andrew Wang had popped out of a stone?
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Black Noir, acting as the driver, drove with one hand while signing to Andrew with the other. "Boss, where are we going now?"
Black Noir did not ask why Andrew had acted that way earlier. He had never been a talkative person. It was precisely this trait that had made him Vought International's black glove.
Andrew said irritably, "Haven't you heard that careless driving brings tears to your loved ones? What's with driving one-handed? Are you trying to get me killed?"
Black Noir wanted to roll his eyes. Even a meteorite might not kill you, so what was a car crash to you? Besides, I only have two hands. If I use both to drive, how am I supposed to sign?
Andrew did not pursue the matter. He handed over a note and said, "Go to this address in New York and find a woman who does online specialty performances."
Black Noir turned back to stare at Andrew in shock. Did Boss have the same hobby as Soldier Boy?
Soldier Boy had always loved women.