Chapter 1043: Opportunity and waiting for price

There was absolutely no reason to explain why the police arrived so slowly.

This wasn't daytime, not spring or autumn, nor summer, and there were cars on the street.

Now it was after ten o'clock in the evening, and almost no vehicles could be seen on the street.

From the police station to the crime scene, it would take at most ten minutes for a police car, and this still counted someone reporting the case, rather than them hearing the gunfire and coming over actively.

Near where he was attacked, there was actually a branch station. Counting the mobilization of manpower and arranging vehicles, six or seven minutes was the limit.

But they took more than twenty minutes to arrive at the scene, and chased to the president's home.

This made the president have to suspect whether there was any connection between his assassination and the police's late arrival, whether there was any connection that he couldn't confirm but definitely existed.

Suspicion was like this.

Once the seed of suspicion was buried, started to sprout, and grow, it would eventually grow into a big tree that could cover the entire sky in people's hearts, making people unable to see the slightest light.

Eyes like being covered with a layer of dust stared tightly at the police chief, his expression calm yet carrying a trace of indifference. At this time, the president's brain was full of that letter and the content on the letter.

He was like an injured beast, licking his wounds while staring at one of the possible enemies.

The police chief's brain was forming a storm, trying to figure out how to extract himself from this matter and prove that he was innocent.

And the president's thoughts drifted to a farther place. He was thinking about another thing.

How should he, from what angle, how to make this move.

Perhaps, the "beginning" of everything should fall on this police chief in front of him.

The police chief who was stared at fiercely by him kept wiping sweat. At this time, the temperature in the Dantra capital had dropped below zero, which was also the coldest time of the year.

Even if there was heating here, it wouldn't make people sweat—

Because the weather was cold, most ladies and gentlemen would wear relatively thick and warm clothes, more than summer clothes, so even if there was heating in the room, it wouldn't be turned too high.

Avoid these visitors from the outside world sweating because the temperature in the room was too high.

Coats could be taken off, but not everything could be taken off, which would appear somewhat inappropriate.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his face, but didn't say anything at all.

It wasn't that he didn't want to say, but he couldn't say anything.

What could he say?

Saying anything at this time was wrong. He actually didn't do anything, just a very normal official business process.

The sound of gunfire was too intense, so he had to mobilize more police and carry more weapons and equipment to arrive at the scene.

He couldn't say that it was because the gunfire in the alarm call made him feel scared, so he temporarily let the police officers go to collect weapons and equipment, and then deliberately slowed down the car speed, leading to the delay in arriving at the scene, right?

He was just afraid of death.

And even if he arrived in time, he couldn't catch up to the first scene.

He knew it himself, and he believed the president also knew it. Now the president asked like this, obviously with a purpose.

He wanted to take him as the target.

So the more he refuted at this time, the more he found reasons, maybe the worse he would die later. It was better to be straightforward and say nothing, so that the president couldn't grasp so many problems in his words.

Watching the police chief's silence, the president also sneered. "You also have courage."

He was referring to the police chief's opposition to himself, not anything else.

"Your job is removed. You'd better not go anywhere these few days. I will arrange for people to review you and the police station. You'd better pray that you haven't done anything."

While they were talking, the butler walked in from the outside. He glanced at the police chief, asking whether he could say it in front of the police chief.

The president leaned back on the sofa, looked at the butler, and nodded slightly.

"Sir, the army has entered the city."

The police chief was shocked. He was just about to turn his head to look at the butler who was speaking, but thought of something and forcibly held it back.

The president was attacked during the war, and it was in his own capital, on the way to and from work, and the police couldn't be trusted, so he could only mobilize the army of the military region to station in the city.

It seemed that all this had no problems, but the police chief had a very bad premonition that this matter wasn't that simple.

The president being attacked soon spread among the Dantra high-level. People's faces couldn't see any smiles at all.

Just like when the imperial emperor was forced to a dead end and had to declare war on the Federation, when a ruler was forced into a desperate situation, who knew how much destructive power he could release!

And now the president's power hadn't fallen into others' hands. Although financial groups and families weren't very willing to support him, nor were they willing to let this war that kept pulling everyone into the water and getting them wet continue, he was still the president and still held huge power.

It was clearly a calm night, but because the president was attacked, the sky over the entire city became lively.

The president sat on his sofa, crossed his legs, and his toes would occasionally shake twice lively. If it wasn't for the fact that he had just lost his temper, just from his calmness and rationality at this moment, it seemed as if the attack not long ago didn't exist.

The butler stood in the distance, looking at the president somewhat puzzled. He understood this "sir" he had watched grow up less and less.

He appeared a bit too calm, calm to the point of being unreasonable, and even more unable to guess what he was thinking.

The next morning, when the citizens of the capital woke up, they found the difference from yesterday.

There were soldiers holding weapons patrolling the streets and alleys. They scrutinized every pedestrian passing on the road, and often asked pedestrians to stand against the wall to accept their search, even women were no exception.

As long as they were suspected by these soldiers, they had to accept inspection and body search.

It would be fine if nothing was searched out, but if something was found, after a beating, they would be locked up.

The masses, at this moment, also knew that the president had been assassinated, and also felt a burst of blood and rain, not far away.

A group of people who wanted to move the president from that position and trade him as a bargaining chip.

And a president who didn't want to give up any hope, they would never find a balance between them!

In the morning, the leader of the second largest party in Dantra gathered all the party members in the capital in his manor. He stared at these people with a serious face and a trace of murderous intent. "Who did last night's incident?"

His gaze kept sweeping over these people, constantly observing their expression changes, including those behind him, his true trusted aides, also observing the expression changes of these people.

As long as anyone's expression was slightly wrong, they would target these people.

Assassinating the president wasn't saying it couldn't be done. The Federation had demonstrated to the whole world more than once how the president should be assassinated, as well as the disposal process and means after the assassination.

In so many cases, all presidents were assassinated in peacetime, not during the war.

Because during this period, the president held huge power in his hands. He could control the army. When a president whose life was threatened and could manipulate the army started to go crazy, no one could subdue him!

They had previously decided to "trade" the president, which was also after completing the ceasefire agreement, not immediately.

But now the situation had changed. The president was attacked, and the army entered the capital. What was the president going to do?

What would he do, and to what extent?

No one knew, no one knew how crazy that guy had become.

The leader's gaze kept sweeping over these people's faces, and the heavy pressure in the room kept increasing. Some people had started to sweat, and some people slowly lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

The leader was very disappointed, because he didn't find what he wanted from these people's faces. Of course, it didn't exclude that the person who planned this assassination case had good psychological quality and hadn't been exposed.

Just when he felt very headache, someone suddenly expressed his point of view. "Everyone, is there a possibility that it was the president himself who acted?"

"We all know his car is a bulletproof car. Ordinary light weapons, including the use of grenades, fire, couldn't harm that car, and the person sitting in the car."

"But I heard that the people who attacked him this time were all holding weapons, submachine guns, rifles."

"Although the car was already beaten to pieces, the president himself didn't have any injuries. He was intact."

"This is like a person living in a castle accusing someone outside the castle of throwing eggs at the city wall to dirty the city wall, saying he wanted to assassinate himself."

"If someone really wanted to assassinate him, no matter who among us, we should all know this point very clearly."

"When we really want to execute the assassination, we will definitely put all this into the entire plan, instead of sending some killers to sweep for a while like acting and then leave."

"I would use heavy weapons. That car isn't poison-proof. We can use poison gas, or light it up, and roast the people inside alive, instead of like this now!"

"So I am more inclined to believe he knew our plan, and then this was his means to break the situation. By implementing an impossible assassination on himself, he firmly grasped the military power, and even possibly..."

He fell silent. The leader's expression also became solemn and serious, because he knew that it didn't exclude this possibility.

In political struggle, any means could be used. Whether it was moral, whether it could see the light, was not important at all.

What was important was whether it was easy to use.

If it was easy to use, then it was a good means and method. No one would care about the process. This was a game that emphasized results.

But if it wasn't easy to use, even if its form of expression was enough to make everyone marvel, but the result was a mess, people would only laugh at this as a "gorgeous farce."

So, it wasn't impossible for the president to assassinate himself.

This kind of speculation made the gentlemen around change their expressions again. When letting a person stab himself to seek greater initiative, then what he wanted to do to you definitely wasn't slapping you or punching you, but killing you!

The leader walked back and forth a few steps. His expression became even more solemn. "If it was our president who designed the plan to assassinate himself, then what is his next step?"

The leader said and didn't wait for them to answer, walking toward the study. "You discuss it, I need to make a few phone calls to confirm."

The gentlemen in the room all fell into deep thought. If they were the president, knowing someone wanted to harm them, and still holding military power in their hands, what would they do?

The situation and future that were already unclear became even more blurred and chaotic at this moment.

New Jincheng suddenly started a heavy snow. Snowflakes as big as children's palms drifted down from the sky. Children wearing thick cotton clothes ran and jumped in the snow, seeming to feel happy about the arrival of such a big blizzard.

Only those with slightly more brains were worried whether such a big blizzard would cause snow disasters, leading to problems in the city and surrounding areas.

Senator Cleveland stood in front of the window watching the snowflakes drifting down. He couldn't help but open the window to catch a few pieces.

Just a few pieces almost covered his palm. This damn bad weather.

"Call the mayor, pay attention to some building safety problems. I don't want to see our city become a joke in the newspapers tomorrow or the day after."

"This is New Jincheng, at least we can't make it look so ugly."

Every time the Federation had a super blizzard, some accidents would occur. Either houses were crushed, or hundreds or thousands of people were frozen to death, and quite a bit of municipal funds were wasted.

More importantly, it would involve the energy of the old men.

If they didn't offer condolences, didn't express some views and compensation measures, the masses would think they didn't care about the life and death of the bottom people.

Now wasn't the time to care about the life and death of the bottom people, because something more important than their life and death was happening, so he had to warn the mayor not to cause trouble for everyone.

He walked to the table and sat down, picked up the towel at the corner of the table, wiped it, and wiped off the snow water.

Although he was saying these words that carried some warnings and reminders, his face had a faint smile.

Their plan was very successful. They arranged for people to prompt the president on one side and attack the president on the other. In fact, he felt that if the president wasn't an idiot, he would very likely understand his situation and also understand that this assassination was just an "opportunity" delivered to his door.

The fact was that the president seized this opportunity. He started to let the army enter the capital, and the surrounding areas also started to be under martial law. Next, a grand performance would begin.

There were still some gentlemen in the room. The heating today was very sufficient. They all wore vests, and the gold label chains on everyone's chest would constantly swing with the shaking of their bodies.

Under the illumination of the lights, they reflected a luster that made everyone pleasing to the eye.

In fact, gold was a very strange thing.

Young people would feel that gold was very old-fashioned, and only old people would like gold.

But with the increase in age, they would find that their views when they were young were correct, because it was indeed only old people who would like gold.

Those gold that they considered vulgar actually represented wealth and power, which was exactly what young people didn't possess.

You couldn't evaluate something you didn't possess, just like you only had a car with unknown hands, you definitely wouldn't know how satisfying it was to tear off the car film of a first-hand car, nor would you know the sense of achievement brought by gradually becoming skilled and domesticating this car in the process of use.

After all, that car with many hands you got had long been run-in very well, not raw at all.

A senator sat opposite Senator Cleveland. He crossed his legs, his hands ten fingers crossed but not clasped, placed on his thighs. "What if the Dantra president wins in this game?"

"We have to consider the possibility of this situation. He solved all his competitors and made himself completely control this country."

"What we have to face is a president like a monster, a president who is very difficult to compromise with us."

"The war will continue, and it might be even more tragic."

Others nodded one after another, but Senator Cleveland maintained a smile. "I have considered these things, so don't worry. As long as they can pay us what we want, then this war, this farce, will end soon."

Helping the president seize the opportunity was equivalent to giving the surrender faction in Dantra a chance to exert pressure. Under huge pressure, what they weren't willing to talk to the federal government before, they would all talk to the federal government.

Just seeking to end this war as soon as possible, and even obtaining help from the Federation to sanction their "crazy president"!

Senator Cleveland's fingers tapped on the table. "In fact, there is another possibility, their president actively contacts us, willing to stop this war to clean up the mess in their country."

"Now that civil war breaks out, even if it's only small-scale, it's something Dantra cannot bear now. They will soon split, then confront, and break out a larger-scale civil war."

"He must first solve the external war problem before he can start to solve the internal problem. Even if our requirements are a bit excessive, in order to do all this as soon as possible, they will all agree."

"Gentlemen, we have no relationship with them, nor any contact. For us, we are a merchant, selling a commodity called 'peace'."

"Now two people are standing in front of our stall wanting to buy this 'peace', so it depends on who gives a higher price, isn't it?"

"Those who are willing to pay more will obtain 'peace'!"

Other gentlemen nodded one after another, expressing agreement with this point of view, and they also believed that perhaps the Dantra president could give more price than the second largest party could give!

At this time, every gentleman's head seemed to be emitting golden light. They had already seen the invincible future of the Federation. As founders, they would become a page in history that couldn't be ignored. This was an honor, and also a kind of immortality!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1044 =====