Chapter 1179: Missed

Mr. Potter looked at his son's departing back. What came to his mind were some things he hadn't considered before.

He thought this period of time would pass very quickly and easily, because people would surround him, say some nice words, and then be sworn in to become the new President of the Federation.

He thought.

But in fact, just reaching this step, he felt a heavy and huge pressure coming toward him.

He didn't know if the previous presidents had also experienced these, but he felt it.

That kind of embodiment of struggle.

Just a small character's choice error made him very passive in this matter. He knew very well what Luo Bu's death would bring.

Some very troublesome personal favors, some leverage that might fall into certain people's hands, and even some covetousness from the Socialist Party.

But he couldn't not do it, just like his son said, they could optimistically look forward to a result that was acceptable to them, but the Social Party side would definitely make a fuss about this matter and consider digging deeper into some important content.

The moment Luo Bu decided to plead guilty, his value on Mr. Potter's side returned to zero.

If he could continue to drag on, perhaps there would be a relatively not-too-bad ending in the future, although he would be abandoned, a discarded pawn, but at least he could still live.

He made a wrong choice. When a smart person makes a wrong choice, either he is dizzy, or he intends to turn the mistake into an advantage for himself.

So in the end, he agreed to his son's request.

A very bad feeling, everything began to become strange to him. These uncontrollable changes made him tear his collar, only in this way could he breathe more smoothly.

Although the Liberal Party has no relationship like the Prosecutor General in the Prosecutor's Office, the relationship between the prosecutor and the prosecutor is still there, and they are their own people.

Luo Bu has completed the confession work of most of the crimes through the plea procedure. Next, what the Prosecutor's Office needs to do is to organize Luo Bu's criminal evidence and confession into a file, and eventually merge them together to be used when the court opens.

So now Luo Bu doesn't need to appear in front of them. Luo Bu was sent back to the room where he was detained.

This is the Federal Prosecutor's Office, the federal government-level prosecution agency, the highest kind.

People who can accept interrogation here are often very special people, so every room where they are detained is a standard single room, with some common furniture, all fixed on the floor, and cannot be taken away.

Including the mattress, it is integrated, cannot be easily taken away or torn, and there is no place to hang oneself.

Luo Bu sat on the bed and rubbed his cheeks. He didn't know what the future would be like. The only thing he knew was that he had made the most favorable choice for himself.

Next, what he has to do is to let himself live longer as much as possible.

He lay on the bed, his mind was a bit chaotic, thinking of many things, unable to concentrate completely.

He thought of his parents, they should be a bit disappointed in him, after all, he was... so upright before.

He also thought of his wife and children, hoping Lans could keep his promise. Twenty thousand is a very suitable number, enough for them to have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

He also thought of his wife in name, and the father of that bastard. He will definitely pay the price for his stupidity!

In the end, Mr. Potter appeared in his heart. He sighed silently. He dared to bet that Lans, and

Politics is too dirty; Lanse's appearance this time made him even more certain of this. Compared to them, those gang members could even be considered "clean"!

Roland did not eat the dinner provided that evening; he summoned the Prosecutor and had a brief talk with him. He would only eat food delivered by the Prosecutor, as this was to ensure he could stay alive until the trial began.

He wanted to live; everyone wants to live. Therefore, the Prosecutor did not refuse his request, and the food he sent over did not even come from the Prosecutor's Office cafeteria, but was specially prepared from outside.

Food, water, everything.

Eating the food that had already gone somewhat cold, Roland actually felt a sense of security.

The Prosecutor stood to the side watching him eat. "Do you think someone will come to silence you?"

He did not say who, but he knew who that person was.

Only that person would be impatient to come and silence him; after all, the impact of such a matter could be small or large.

Roland smiled, a grimacing look that was not pleasant to see. He did not answer directly, but the attitude he displayed already explained everything.

After he finished eating, the Prosecutor left two bottles of water for him to drink during the night, then left the place.

And Roland lay down on the mattress, preparing to enter dreamland.

This place was too boring and too dull, but at the same time, it gave him more time.

It seemed he had not "stopped" to think quietly for a long time. He did not know when it started, but he had not been this "idle" for ages.

The quiet space gave him more of an atmosphere for reflection. In the midst of this thinking, his eyelids gradually became too heavy to open, and he sank into sleep.

He did not know how long he had slept, but he seemed to vaguely feel as if someone was standing beside him.

The next second, he opened his eyes wide. The two guys who appeared before him made him freeze for a moment. Just as he prepared to shout, the other party punched him in the face, and the other person directly used a noose to strangle his neck.

He pulled hard at the rope tightly strangling his neck, using every ounce of his strength!

But the guy behind him pulled too tightly; he couldn't pull it away at all. Even his fingernails were flipped back, and he still couldn't insert his fingers!

His complexion turned red visibly to the naked eye. He wanted to roll over to regain an advantageous position, but as he was fiercely pinned down by the other person, it seemed that surviving had already become a luxury!

The more he struggled, the faster he consumed oxygen. His complexion became redder and redder, turning somewhat purple, and his eyeballs bulged out.

Just at the moment he felt he was about to leave this world and return to the embrace of God, a group of people suddenly rushed in from outside. When he saw the Prosecutor's half-smiling expression, he finally felt at ease.

In the end, Roland did not die, but because of the prolonged lack of oxygen, he fainted the moment he relaxed his mind. The two assassins were also subdued.

Early the next morning, Senator Cleveland learned of this incident.

After a brief moment of thought, he asked, "Besides you, me, and those people from last night, who else knows about this?"

This matter was actually not easy to handle. The difficult part was that if these two assassins knew some situation, it would force Senator Cleveland and his group to confront Mr. Porter in advance.

Although they were already confronting each other, the current confrontation was more like a mutual dislike, limited to the level of staring each other down, without any substantial contact or harm.

But once the two assassins they had captured held direct evidence pointing to Mr. Porter, it meant their confrontation would develop from this harmless remote harassment into a state of close-quarters combat.

Because they held the things that could make Mr. Porter step down. Although Mr. Porter won the election, he was not yet President, had not established his own interest group, had not formed layers of barriers to protect him, and he didn't even have the qualification to sign presidential privileges to pardon himself!

Therefore, whether for the power he had already obtained but not yet assumed, or to ensure he would not be impeached and sent to court, he had to viciously fight them hand-to-hand, the kind where every punch hits the flesh.

The strategy Senator Cleveland and his group formulated was to temporarily leave Mr. Porter alone, and after his first term ended, launch an offensive to directly pull him off his horse and then hold a general election.

Pulling him down early would only allow the Vice President—whom they were not familiar with and against whom they had little lethal leverage—to take office, and their plan might not be realized.

Therefore, capturing these two assassins was actually more troublesome than not capturing them. In fact, at this moment for Senator Cleveland, it would have been more appropriate if Roland had been killed by them.

Let Mr. Porter think his silencing attempt was successful and lower his guard.

The Prosecutor recalled, "Only we know. The people on my side are all people I trust; there shouldn't be any problems."

"Is it bad that we captured these two people?" He also realized this, after all, he was a Prosecutor.

When the Attorney General's office was not involved in the work, the main people in charge of the Federal Prosecutor's Office were these Prosecutors.

In work and in the political arena, he also had some experience in political struggle.

He immediately understood Senator Cleveland's meaning. These two assassins could not become a "trump card" against Mr. Porter; instead, they would become a hot potato because they were held in their hands.

"What now?"

Senator Cleveland thought for a while. "First, keep them in solitary confinement, then leak the news. It's hard for us to act, and the other side will probably be very uncomfortable too. Let's see if they will take the initiative first."

"If they can take the initiative to communicate with us first, then return these two people to them."

"If they don't take the initiative..." Senator Cleveland pondered for a moment. "Assassinating the former Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation—such a case is obviously more appropriate for the Federal Bureau of Investigation to handle."

"What do you think?"

The Prosecutor considered it for a while and thought there was no problem. "Then I will arrange it that way."

Subsequently, he had people keep a close watch on the two assassins so they wouldn't have any accidents, while simultaneously starting to spread the news within the Prosecutor's Office.

Saying that he intended to start interrogating the two assassins to see if any useful value could be dug out of their mouths.

In the morning, Mr. Porter, who hadn't slept well last night, had some morning grumpiness; he appeared very irritable.

It should have been his happiest time, but now his mind was full of things that exceeded his expectations.

The matter with young Porter had just been resolved, and now the Roland side needed to be resolved; he didn't know if it had been done.

Arranging for people to go to the Prosecutor's Office to assassinate a key suspect was a bit shocking, but this was the Federation. Even Presidents had been assassinated and died from it, so assassinating a suspect in the Prosecutor's Office seemed acceptable to people.

He had just come out of the bedroom when he saw Mr. Porter Jr. sitting in the living room. Although they lived in the same estate, they did not live in the same house.

"It wasn't done?" He looked at the sorrowful look on his son's face and knew in his heart that there was a high probability this matter hadn't been handled well.

Mr. Porter Jr. stood up. "They made their move in the middle of the night and almost succeeded, but the people on the other side seemed to have foreseen that we might act, so the assassination didn't succeed."

"I originally intended for them to use some potent poison to finish off Roland, but Roland's food and water were prepared by the Prosecutor himself; we had no opportunity to intervene."

"In the middle of the night, I arranged for two people to go in to finish him, but who knew they would encounter an ambush."

"The bad news now is that Roland is not dead, and we have two people who have fallen into the hands of the Prosecutor's Office."

"And the good news is that these two assassins don't know our situation; they are assassins I hired through a third party."

Mr. Porter frowned and thought for a while before saying, "It looks like good news, but in reality, it's not good news."

"They definitely know it was us who made the move. At this time, the only ones who could arrange for people to finish off Roland are probably us."

He walked to the dining table; the servants in the house had already prepared breakfast, but now there were only him and his son here; everyone else had already left in advance.

He sat there, quietly enjoying his breakfast.

Mr. Porter Jr. frowned; he couldn't understand how his father could sit there alone enjoying breakfast at such an important time.

Was breakfast more important than those two idiot assassins falling into the hands of political enemies?

However, he did not disturb Mr. Porter while he was eating. Since he had already started eating and it wouldn't waste much time, it was best not to disturb him.

After he had eaten enough and put down the knife and fork in his hand, he said, "We are walking further and further down more than one wrong path."

"The bullshit matters of young Porter, and the problem of how to dispose of Roland."

"There might be some things we haven't even noticed ourselves that we haven't handled well."

"Now looking back, everything seems to have happened so coincidentally, as if... there is a force we cannot see that is pushing us forward."

"You don't need to continue intervening in this matter for now. It's best to hide the middleman you found, or..."

"I will handle the rest."

As long as the two assassins were not their own people, once the middleman disappeared, no one could accuse them of doing it.

Capturing Lanse required evidence, so capturing a presidential candidate who had already won the election required even more evidence.

Without evidence, no accusation could be established.

(End of chapter)