Chapter 169: Organization (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Chapter 169 Organization (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
Carol sent her boss Martin Walker out of the White House. Although she thought his behavior was a bit strange, it was not what she needed to pay attention to now. There were a lot of things waiting for her to do. She also talked about interacting with the opposite sex. Where was she? Come time.
“Carol, did you forget something?” Agent Ryan Todd walked over and pointed to her office.
A middle-aged man and a teenage girl were sitting on chairs at the door of her office. "Oh, shit, Jenna recommended someone to come for an interview. I completely forgot about it."
John Kyle is currently trying his best to repair the relationship with his daughter. He asked the Vice President's assistant Jenna to get a special pass before bringing his daughter Emily Kyle into the White House.
“How is your blog?” John Kyle looked at his daughter who was addicted to her mobile phone and tried to talk to her.
“No one talks about blogging anymore, John.” Emily didn’t even look up.
“Not to mention what blogs are about, I just figured out what blogs are.” The father, who is completely in two different worlds from his daughter, finally knows that there is a generation gap.
"Hi." Carol walked over from the corridor. John Kyle knew that the interviewer had arrived, so he discussed with his daughter beside him, "Just 20 seconds, pretend you don't hate me."
"Hello, I'm Carol Fennetti, hello John..." He stretched out his hand to greet the interviewer, and then he saw the man's appearance clearly.
“Carol?”
“Kyle?”
John Kyle has ten thousand horses running through his heart. What should he do if he meets his ex-girlfriend during a job interview?
“Are you the Deputy Director of Special Agents of the Secret Service?” John Kyle looked embarrassed at the woman he had not seen in more than ten years.
“Ah, you were the one recommended by Jenna?” The conversation between the two was so awkward that even Emily, who was only eleven years old, heard it.
She stood up and walked to Kyle's side, "Um, this is my daughter, Emily."
Emily looked at Carol with a smile, taking full advantage of her innate advantage of being young, "My dad is a very special person, hiring him is definitely the right choice." This was the first time today that she didn't directly address him. its name.
John Kyle was extremely moved. Carol looked at the child with admiration and said, "Nice to see you."
“I paid her to say it.” John Kyle made a joke that he thought was humorous.
Carol's expression said, "Then let's get started." He opened the office door and walked in.
In a private club not far from the CIA headquarters in Langley, four people were having a meeting. "Sorry, I'm late."
If Nikita were here, he would definitely pull out a gun and kill him directly. The person who came was none other than Percy Ross, the leader of the secret organization.
“Nice suit, is it Ermenegildo Zegna?” asked a boss-looking figure sitting on the chair on the right.
" Tailor-made, but the fabric is Italian." Percy opened the empty chair and sat down. "Bruce, you are in good spirits." He said hello to the person on his left.
“Percy, don’t call me by your name.” The woman opposite sternly stopped him from crossing the line.
"Why, you can't record, right?" Percy didn't care, but the woman opposite was not joking, "Excuse me, Senator." With a sarcastic smile on his face, he turned his head, "Admiral , Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.”
"Sometimes I forget that you all need to protect your own name and reputation, and I, a little person, don't care." It was obvious that Percy was the only one whose name was called here.
“Okay, let’s get down to business. Have you arranged the things you have arranged?”, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff on the left couldn’t wait to ask.
Percy tilted his head, "Of course, according to your requirements, they are all far-right extremists, and they may have entered the White House now."
"Possible? What we want is not possible." The admiral on the right put down the cigar in his hand and shook his head.
"Of course, but we all know what we need to do. In order to prevent me, a little person, from being thrown out as a scapegoat afterwards, I think we should be more careful." Percy's words showed that he did not trust these people. The so-called superior.
In order to prevent being burned, Percy didn't even directly use his most trusted men. He didn't care whether these people's goals could be achieved, but he just wanted to use their hands to accomplish his own goals.
Looking at these three sanctimonious so-called superiors, Percy certainly knew how low their bottom line would be in the face of interests. Whenever they wanted to do some shameful things, they would come to him, and soon they would come to him. Obviously once it loses its use value, it will be discarded casually.
Therefore, the most important thing is to seize the opportunity to fight for your own interests. The "black box" I specially designed is to store some evidence of black operations for these people over the years, in case of a final betrayal. Facts have proved that my plan is absolutely That's right. They have been reducing their expenses and suppressing themselves in the past two years, and recently they have even considered replacing them.
They have been holding back, just waiting for an opportunity, and now they have given the opportunity to themselves.
President James Sawyer's peace plan is like a noose hanging over their heads. They first withdraw their troops and then cut military expenditures. This affects their fundamental interests. If nothing is done, they will be abandoned soon. It will be them.
In order to maintain their status, these elites have always been aloof. It is not surprising that they would make the same choices as themselves, so why can they sit here and call themselves by their names?
"Percy seems to be getting more and more out of control.", the admiral said with a sigh, looking at Percy's back as he walked out.
Everyone here understands the fact, "We need to take action." The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff looked worried about this increasingly dangerous organization.
“Now is not the time, the beast was created by us, and our fingerprints are everywhere.” The senator, who looked like a mature and beautiful woman, poured cold water on them.
“Percy doesn’t seem to be too concerned about this matter, but that’s to be expected.”
“We didn’t expect it to be successful this time, it’s not realistic.”
“Speaker of the House of Representatives, Eli Raphson, seems to be preparing some plan.” The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff exchanged the information he knew with his two companions.
The admiral chuckled, "Oh, our Mr. President has really offended a lot of people."
"Correction, everything we do is for the fundamental interests of the United States." The senator corrected him seriously, "We can't just watch him ruin everything."
(End of this chapter)