Chapter 323: New president
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Orc Tyrant
- Mo Ge Zhuo Gen
- 1337 characters
- 2021-03-03 02:08:21
The construction of the Red Palace was the center of power in the New California Republic.
It is a sturdy venue, a veritable palace, and a white neoclassical style sandstone building.
It covers an area of more than 70,000 square meters and is composed of the main building and the east and west wings.
The main building has a width of 51.51 meters and a depth of 25.75 meters. It has four floors, the ground floor, the first floor, the second floor, and the third floor. The ground floor has the diplomatic reception hall, library, map room, porcelain room, gold and silverware room, and management office.
The diplomatic reception hall has an oval shape and is the place where the president receives foreign heads of state and envoys. It is covered with an oval pattern rug on a sky blue background, embroidered with the emblems of the 13 states of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and a huge circle depicting the landscape is hung on the wall. painting.
The library is more than 60 square meters. The indoor tables, chairs, bookcases and lamps are all of the classical style. There are nearly 3,000 books in the library, including many representative works of famous writers from various periods.
In addition, there are relevant information about previous presidents. Several portraits of people hang on the wall next to the bookcase. This is a member of the local tribal delegation that the first president met in the Red Palace.
There are five main rooms in the "Republic Building" that enter from the main entrance, from west to east: State Banquet Room, Red Room, Blue Room, Green Room and East Room.
The East Room is the largest room in the Red Palace and can accommodate 300 guests. It is mainly used for large receptions, dances and celebrations of various commemorative ceremonies. Many important events in history have occurred here-seven have been parked here The body of the president, where many weddings of the daughters of the president were held.
Now, the reception room in the east room is filled with diplomats from various countries, journalists from well-known newspapers, presidential aides and defense ministers, etc. They are waiting for the new president William McKinley to release his speech.
William McKinley had a burly figure, a ruddy face, and a loud voice. He was a naval admiral, and his fat body was wrapped in a uniform with silver spikes.
He walked out of the side of the podium and came to his place without haste.
"I am sure that my fellow citizens are expecting that when I assume the presidency, I will speak to them frankly and decisively, as required by the current situation in our country. It is now the time for Dan Bai to speak the truth bravely and the most truthfully. At a good time, we don’t have to be head-to-head and face the situation in our country honestly. This great country will stick to it as it always does, and it will rejuvenate and prosper! Therefore, let me first express my firm belief: we are the only What does not fear is fear itself-this inexplicable, irrational, unfounded fear, it will reduce all the efforts required to turn back into progress! Whenever our country is overcast, The frank and energetic leadership has received the understanding and support of the people, thus preparing the necessary conditions for victory. I believe that at this critical moment, everyone will give the same support again!"
There was thunderous applause, and the opening remarks of the new president conveyed to many people his confidence, or the responsibility of being in danger.
William Joseph Donovan is the only unmoved person. He wears simple and monotonous black clothes, which is not as effective as a show.
The truth is that he may pay more attention to how he looks than others at any time, and his image reveals more information about him than people like clowns and politicians.
Their actions were publicly displayed for public support. Donovan’s actions were only for the convenience of the spies who were always around him. He showed them to his opponents and showed them what he wanted to show them. Something to see.
How would they see him going to the meeting?
He is of medium height, of medium build, dressed in black, with greasy black hair with a little clerical style on his head. His skin is pale because he has been in a dark room all day long, and he rarely has any conspicuous. Signs, except for his dark eyes with high interpupillary distance and a dull scar like a valley on his left face extending from his mouth to his chin.
Donovan never wanted to talk about the duel. The only thing he wanted to say was that it happened when he was a young man, before he took up public office, and he regretted it, not only regretted the scar, but also He shouldn't have used a sword to solve problems in face-to-face duels. Instead, he should stand behind his opponent with a dagger, and his opponent knew nothing about it.
He likes to kill things, he likes to kill things as efficiently as possible, and the most convenient way to kill things, and he only kills things when there is a reason.
A good reason, a persuasive reason, death is a pure solution to the biggest and most complex problem in life.
That's why there are so many other bureaucrats and institutions that don't seem to understand the ancient intelligence bureau. It is not an old-fashioned killing machine. It is hidden in the dark under the control of some uncertain directors to spread chaos and disorder.
It’s not that there’s a bit of poison here, there are two knives in there, and it’s uncomfortable without putting a little blood.
It is a necessary evil, it is the last resort, the terminator of Kung Fu.
It is hope, it is salvation, it is the highest and purest of all institutions.
The founders understood this, that’s why they created the intelligence bureau and kept it running. Everyone knew the necessity of hidden means.
This is why other officials are afraid of him, they all think he will give them two spine bones, they always forget that he is their tool, they have the power to vote on who he should investigate, or who should kill ~www .EbookFREE.me~ They should spend more time on business.
The long speech was over, and he was about to rush to Congress because there was a speech by the new president, a short but more important speech.
He has less and less time to kill and more and more time to protect, but this is his duty and there is nothing to complain about.
"Good day, number 19."
When he stepped out of the east hall, he greeted his subordinates cordially, so that he could continue to the hall.
The soldier in shiny and perfect armor slowly turned and nodded to Donovanxi.
"Good day, Director."
His voice flowed out of the helmet like a low-pitched volcano, his left fist holding a decorated spear, and his right fist holding a shield engraved with prayers.
Donovan feels a pity for the brothers of the Defence Division that they are known for being the most outstanding and the best and most capable in the Intelligence Service.
But for ceremonies, ceremonies, and honors, they are destined to stay here for life. They are the best of the best, but they waste their great potential here, and spend their time in this place where the war will never visit again.
They didn't even have a name, they just patrolled day after day, night after night in perfectly painted armor.
Donovan paused and looked up at the cold and impenetrable eyes, and the light behind his pupils was like coal burning.
"What do you expect, number 19? Do you expect a chance to kill?"
"With every trace of my soul, and every second of my life, yes, Director."
The other party answered.
"But this is my assigned duty, so I will do it wholeheartedly."
Donovan thought he should say something, but he couldn't think of any suitable words, so he nodded and turned to walk into the dark corridor.