Chapter 1295: Silencing

Walking to the side of the sofa in the side hall and sitting down while holding his legs, President Porter glanced at the housekeeper, seemingly reading something from the other party's seemingly calm face.

"It doesn't look like good news," he said.

The housekeeper lowered his head slightly, which confirmed to him even more that this was not good news.

He lit a cigarette before answering the phone, "It is I."

"Mr. President, something went wrong with the matter in Ruli."

"Wrong?" President Porter repeated the key word in this short sentence, "What went wrong?"

The person on the other side of the receiver was his nephew, who was in charge of this matter. His voice did not reveal any joy or anger, but those familiar with him knew that he was actually like a bomb about to explode.

Some people are just like this; the calmer they are, the worse it is.

"Pipi, that is, Little Porter's follower in Ruli, was discovered and accepted an interview with reporters in Lapa. In front of the reporters, he accused Little Porter."

"To put it more simply, now everyone knows who did that thing."

"Some opposition factions in Ruli have already taken action."

President Porter heard this and stretched out his hand to cover his cheeks, rubbing them twice. His fingers followed his eye sockets toward the bridge of his nose, finally pinching that "mountain peak."

He was very helpless now, and also very angry.

"So, he poked a big trouble for us again, right?"

Little Porter's uncle, after being quiet for a few seconds, said in a slightly lowered voice, "That is indeed the case."

President Porter could not help but laugh out loud, "This is like a super funny serial drama; there will always be a damn idiot who suddenly runs out to add a dramatic plot for us!"

"Fuck!"

He could no longer sit still and stood up, walking back and forth with the receiver in his hand, "Try to suppress the media reports—"

He stopped when he said this because he suddenly thought that the country of Lapa belongs to the people on the Socialist Party's side in management. Pipi was caught in Lapa at this time and exposed the entire process of the case, as well as the most core person.

To say that this matter has nothing to do with the Socialist Party, he certainly could not believe it.

He was more willing to believe that this matter was an opportunity discovered by the Socialist Party, a conspiracy against him, against the Porter family.

At least this way he could accept it more easily—

Accepting hostility from enemies is always easier than accepting the stupidity of one's own people!

He walked back and forth a few more times and sat back down, "I remember—there are still a few witnesses, right?"

Little Porter's uncle nodded and said, although he knew President Porter could not see, "Yes, there is also the victim's wife, as well as the two comrades-in-arms by Little Porter's side."

"Find a way to make his comrades-in-arms shut up; you understand what I mean."

"Then that victim's wife or whatever, also make her shut up. Only a small character; no one will believe what she says."

"As for those problems in Ruli, haven't we already sent troops?"

"We should let these people move. They take so much money from the Federation's budget every year; it is time for them to contribute to the Federation."

For President Porter, at this moment, he, and even the Porter family, represented the federal government.

"If there is further news, call me again. From now on, put that bastard under house arrest. Before I retire, I don't want to hear any damn rumors about him again, understand?"

After putting down the phone, President Porter lit another cigarette. He leaned on the sofa and tilted his head to glance at the housekeeper, "Actually, this matter is my fault."

The housekeeper was a bit confused; he just maintained his humility, but President Porter said to himself, "If I had shot his father on the wall back then, there wouldn't be so many damn things giving me a headache, fuck!"

"Let that bastard come back to see me tomorrow night, fuck!"

He cursed in the room for a while, starting from the stupid things Little Porter did when he was a child. In the eyes of this president, those pasts that once represented fun, innocence, and cuteness all became evidence proving that Little Porter was an idiot!

When a person likes someone, even if he takes a dump on the office desk in front of everyone, it can be seen as an interesting prank.

But if a person does not like someone and deeply hates them, even if the hated person is studying, it will be seen as preparing for a coup!

President Porter, who returned to the restaurant, had already adjusted his emotions. He continued to chat with the two capitalists about ideas on how to get their heavy-polluting factories to resume work.

After all, it involves the stability of tens of thousands of votes, as well as the capitalists' support for him, which is very important for the upcoming midterm elections.

The speed of the matter fermenting was even faster than President Porter imagined. Early the next morning, some federal media had already begun to report on this matter.

It can be said that this is one of the news stories people like the most, news about high-level social scandals, and this scandal also involves the family of the federal president.

Media reporters faithfully reprinted Pipi and the things that happened in Ruli, which made the entire federal public opinion and the public feel shocked and uneasy about this news!

Family, for the Federation, is full of sacred meaning, and Little Porter's actions undoubtedly impacted the moral bottom line of the federal people.

Even the ugliest and most evil people felt that this bastard went too far!

Early in the morning, many reporters appeared outside the Presidential Palace, as well as some demonstrating crowds. Although this matter had nothing to do with the locals, these professional demonstrators would always find reasons to demonstrate.

According to federal law, federal citizens have the right to use their right to demonstrate. This is not just the power given to the people by ordinary laws; the Constitution also grants people such rights.

They can use such reasons to ask for leave from the company and then be lazy for a day.

Some with flexible brains will play more important roles in these matters, from then on becoming "social activists" and breaking away from the bottom of society.

When President Porter's motorcade approached, those reporters crowded over one after another. They loudly asked the president sitting in the car some excessive questions.

These reporters and media in the Federation have a professionalism in this regard that far exceeds the media of other countries.

Like the problem that broke out today, they also interviewed some well-known figures.

Reporters know very well that these well-known figures will worry about offending Mr. President if they speak indiscriminately, but they are also afraid that they will offend those people who support them if they do not tell the truth in front of the media.

They will not ask those people "How do you view this problem," because most of them will use "I cannot comment before I can confirm whether this news is true or false."

This is a very official answer, so reporters will use questions like "How do you view the behavior of some people destroying other people's families through despicable means," and the person being asked is very likely unable to avoid this question.

Refuse to answer, then reporters can write some thoughts they do not have for their silence and distort their thoughts.

If answered, then one can only answer the "standard answer."

So these reporters are a group of people who are very difficult to deal with, in the Federation.

The more public figures, the more people with great influence, the more they have a headache facing these reporters.

Many times, those press conferences that seem to face the vast majority of media reporters will select reporters before opening. They will only select some media that have cooperation with them or media that do not have a "criminal record" to participate.

President Porter looked at the excited reporters outside the Presidential Palace through the car window glass and scolded Little Porter again in the car.

He is always constantly "striving" to make himself and the Porter family better, while his direct grandson always gives him a punch from time to time at critical moments, making him feel that this world is not completely beautiful!

"This son of a bitch bastard!"

The president's motorcade did not stop, but the reporters did not have any regrets about not interviewing President Porter, because they already knew how this report should be written—"President Porter Refuses to Answer Questions."

At the same time, in Ruli, some things were also undergoing changes.

Little Porter was on duty; he did not know what had happened yet.

The news from Lapa could not be transmitted to the place where he was on duty so quickly. This is a relatively remote city in Ruli, but mineral resources are relatively concentrated. Many attacks against federal people have already occurred in this city.

They will attack and loot those mineral exchanges. Exchanges that can be attacked by them are basically aimed at those "gold diggers."

The Yalan region also has rich gold resources, most of which are still buried underground, which has brought many gold diggers here.

Some of them are gold digging openly; those lands have not been purchased by individuals.

But some are also gold digging secretly; they are gold digging on land that others have already bought.

In short, if these people really dig out gold, they always have to trade it out, and these small mineral resource exchanges are aimed at these gold diggers.

Not just gold, gems, or other valuable things, they also accept them.

Besides the exchanges being attacked and looted, some warehouses were also frequently stolen. Merchants from the Federation had a headache; they had already increased protection, but they were still attacked, and there were casualties.

This requires a formal army to suppress these attackers.

Little Porter sat on the jeep with a gun on his back. The guy standing beside him leaned out from the machine gun turret on the roof of the car, constantly aiming the muzzle at passersby on the side of the road who had fear and hostility in their eyes.

Being on duty is a very boring job, sitting in the car all day, constantly patrolling back and forth on bumpy roads. Every time he went back, his whole body was about to fall apart.

But not patrolling is not quite right. There were not many people in the barracks, and everyone had their own work to do. The emptiness made him feel a bit scared.

Going to the city is also not quite right for him, because the hostile attitude of the people here toward federal people is more obvious and intense than that in the port city. Many people think that the mineral resources mined by federal people originally belonged to them.

It is a gift given to them by God. Federal people are thieves, robbers, who snatched away the wealth that belonged to them, so they will not give federal people any good looks.

Especially those young people.

The poorer and more backward the place, the easier it is to produce extreme thoughts.

When Little Porter walked on the street for the first time, when almost sixty or seventy percent or more of the people looked at him with hostility or even hatred in their eyes, he quickly gave up the idea of letting others patrol while he killed time in the city.

He followed the car to patrol, sitting in the car, bored to death.

Just when he was yawning from the bumpy road, the car radio made an interactive sound, "Calling Leopard, calling Leopard, please answer if you hear."

The sergeant sitting in the passenger seat picked up the walkie-talkie, "Leopard received, repeat, Leopard received."

"Please return to the base immediately to rest and wait for new instructions. Falcon will take over your subsequent work. Repeat—"

"Received."

The sergeant put down the walkie-talkie and looked back at Little Porter. The latter's face had a bit more relaxed expression, "Why look at me?"

"Going back!"

The car quickly began to turn around. The emotions of the people in the car became much more relaxed. Although there was no communication, everyone could feel that each other's emotions were very comfortable at this time.

After returning to the base, they disbanded on the spot. The sergeant went to receive new tasks. Little Porter originally intended to rest, but he saw his father's confidant in his room, and his expression suddenly became a bit nervous.

"I—why are you here?" he asked.

His father's confidant lacked fear for this "young master." Little Porter even felt that the way this guy looked at him was not quite right, sometimes very fierce, as if he wanted to beat him up.

His father's confidant shook his head, "Isn't it because of you?"

"Because of me?"

That guy nodded and said, "Now the whole world knows that you are a person who likes married women. You made the Porter family disgraced because of your ugly habits!"

Little Porter did not know this news; his speech was a bit incoherent, "How could this be?"

His father's confidant briefly explained the matter. Little Porter's face became very bad, "That damn dwarf actually betrayed me. I want him to pay a heavy price for the stupid things he did!"

It can be seen that the way he gritted his teeth when speaking was indeed hating Pipi extremely.

If it were not for Pipi's betrayal, perhaps no one would know that the "foreigner" was him.

His emotions surged for a while, and he quickly woke up, "Then what to do now?"

His father's confidant glanced at his watch, "So I am here to completely solve all the troubles."

Little Porter's expression changed slightly; he seemed to realize something, but was not completely sure, "You mean—"

That person grinned, revealing slightly yellow teeth, "As long as all those in the know shut up, there is always a way to solve this matter."

Little Porter immediately realized what he meant, "You want me to make those two friends of mine shut up?"

"No, this matter has nothing to do with them!"

He tried to defend his friends and subordinates, "I guarantee they will not talk nonsense!"

The guy in front of him shook his head and said, "Don't you understand yet?"

"Now this is no longer your own business. This is the Porter family's business, it is the business between Mr. President and the Liberal Party, and the Socialist Party."

"You guarantee they won't talk nonsense, but the Socialist Party guarantees they will say something. Do you have more ways than them?"

"If you cannot be completely extracted from this matter, you will become their way to attack Mr. President. Next year is the midterm election. At this critical moment, all unsafe factors must be cleared away."

That guy stood up, "You should be grateful for your identity. If you were not Mr. President's direct bloodline, you would have been abandoned long ago!"

"Your father asked me to tell you, don't do extra things!"

Little Porter stood there blankly. For about twenty or thirty seconds, the corners of his eyes twitched, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, which made him look a bit "weird."

"You—plan to deal with them?"

His father's confidant glanced at his watch again, "They will go to execute a task. In the process of executing the task, they encountered an attack by the resistance organization and unfortunately all died."

"They died in the task, gave them enough respect and glory, and will not let their families fall into a standstill because of losing them."

Little Porter was silent. He held the table and came to the bedside to sit down, his chest feeling a bit stuffy.

This is perhaps the best ending. Dying in a military operation, their families can obtain a large amount of compensation and pension from the federal government, enough for their families to start a new life.

He sighed and sat there listlessly.

Not long after, there was the sound of a car starting outside. He glanced through the window; those people had already boarded the jeep and were moving toward the gate of the base.

And he, however, could do nothing.

At this same time, another batch of agents from the Federal National Security Agency had already arrived at the Public Security Bureau where the incident occurred. They put forward the request to take away the victim woman.

Because this case involved federal people, and there were rumors that it had a relationship with the presidential family, this belonged to a typical case involving federal national security. It is obviously a very suitable reason for the Federal National Security Agency to take over.

And these agents indicated that they would re-confirm the occurrence, process, and results of the entire case, lock in the real suspect, and ensure that the case announced to the outside world is correct, rather than processed.

As for how they want to handle it, the local police chief and mayor do not care about this at all. They now only want to get rid of this burning copper ball as soon as possible!

So they did not even consider it and agreed to these people's request to take away the victim.

"—She was placed in a safe house. Since we heard the news, she has been handled separately. In this process, no one has contacted her."

The police chief, who was carrying these "guests" from the Federation in the car, was explaining these things, "This is to protect her safety, and also to avoid anyone passing any news to her."

"We have no experience in handling such things. You came at just the right time. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

The police chief was explaining all this to the two agents while driving, "Including me, I have not chatted with her until now, nor have I talked about this case."

The two agents just kept silent and did not respond, which made the police chief feel a bit uneasy.

They also knew that the "criminal suspect" of this case was the federal president's little grandson. What kind of earth-shattering news is this?

When the police chief and the local mayor heard this news, the whole person was shocked!

They almost "softly detained" the victim separately for the first time, the reason being to prevent her from being harmed.

Now it seems that these means and disposal measures are appropriate, as long as they are not involved.

The motorcade soon arrived at a very special community in the suburbs, where local middle-class people and some newly promoted wealthy people lived.

The police chief brought them to the outside of a house, "She is here."

The two agents in the car, as well as the agents in the two cars they drove themselves, all got out of the car. These agents opened the door of this house with a key for the first time, and not long after, dragged the lifeless woman out from inside.

It was only a few days, she looked much thinner, the whole person was also haggard, and her eyes were swollen. She was thinking wildly every day.

Thinking of her husband, she could not help but want to cry.

All this should not be like this!

"It is this woman."

Seeing her, the police chief nodded, and the agent standing beside him had an expression like a stone block that was obviously a bit softer.

He patted the police chief on the shoulder and then got into the car.

The police chief breathed a heavy sigh of relief. No matter what happens in the future, it has nothing to do with him.

He drove the car toward the police station, and this direction happened to be where this group of agents from the Federation was going.

Mr. Zhong Porter's order to them was to let them find a suitable place for this woman to commit suicide, but it could not be too—deliberate.

There are experts in this regard in the Federal National Security Agency. The suggestion given by the experts is to let her be unable to bear the huge pressure and sadness in her heart during the "interrogation" and choose to commit suicide.

It is best to be in a relatively lively place so that there will be more "eyewitnesses," which can ensure that no extra conspiracy theories appear.

In the plan, she will choose the way of jumping off a building to solve herself. There are no high-rise buildings in the suburbs of the city, and it is sparsely populated.

A person dying in the suburbs in a muddle, and dying in a lively place under people's gaze, will obviously be two endings.

The police chief does not know these things. He just followed these cars. After entering the city center, he believes their path will become different.

Just as they were about to reach the city center, suddenly several cars rushed out from the side in front of him, directly knocking over the two box trucks in front of him.

He stepped on the brake fiercely, and the tires rubbed out a harsh sound on the ground, but he stopped.

Just when he pushed open the car door and prepared to get out of the car to see what happened, some people got out of those cars that rushed over. They held semi-automatic rifles in their hands and fired a burst of shots at the car.

The car door that had already been opened was pulled shut with a bang again. Fortunately, those gangsters did not notice him.

Then, a woman was dragged out of the car by them, thrown into the car, and then sped away.

All this happened in less than a minute. The police chief sat blankly in the driver's seat, looking at everything that happened with a horrified expression.

After a while, he patted his trembling legs, came out of the driver's seat, came to a grocery store with a phone on the side of the road, and dialed the police phone— ===== CHAPTER 1296 =====