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Chapter 335 Please me

"To see me?"

Miles suddenly heard Donton's voice in his ears, and this voice made Miles unconsciously tense up.

Yes, he heard it, he could really hear my voice!

But why?
Could it be that the White House's network was also hacked?
Are you the original human in the intelligence, or the fugitive AI that ran out from the other side of the black wall?
Is this fucking divine power or some other messed up thing?
While thinking about it, Miles nodded heavily.

"Yes, if possible, I hope to see you, I..."

boom! ! !
Before Miles could finish his words, there was a loud bang and four or five heads exploded at the same time beside the oval table in front of Miles.

The splattered blood and flesh covered Miles' face, and this scene made other people in the office swallow uncontrollably.

Then, in the ears of these bigwigs of the new American government, Downton's lazy voice continued to ring.

"Now you are qualified to meet me, haha, because the guys who just died can be regarded as the price of those nuclear bombs.

If you are going to take the next step, you must remember to be prepared for the price you are about to pay.

Also, Mr. Secretary of Defense, the words that come out of your fucking mouth are really annoying.

If someone has to pay the price, why does it have to be someone else and not you?

I hope you and all like you can remember that when we are faced with a price to pay, we must think of ourselves first.

And if you don’t want to pay, try not to push it to others, at least don’t start shirking it right away, man~”

Having said that, Donton abruptly cut off the conversation with the whole world.

Then, right in front of Miles, the defense secretary's brain exploded, and blood and brain matter looked like ketchup, adding a touch of color to the already bloody office.

The Minister of Defense looked at the headless body, which fell onto the table and then became stiff.

Miles took a deep breath and then nodded.

"Thank you for your teaching, we learned a lot, at least I promise I really learned it!"

After he finished speaking, Miles did not expect Downton to continue responding, but looked at the other survivors in silence.

Facing the female president's sharp eyes, the survivors looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

There was silence for a long while before someone finally spoke tentatively.

“Ahem, since they were all…dead by divine punishment.

Then...the body will be handed over to the trauma team?

This place has become less sacred because of these corpses. Should we move to another place to continue our discussion?

For example, a room with at least a picture of a deity hanging on the wall, which shows our respect for the deity? "

“Good idea, Joel, God needs to be worshipped, and we should also believe in and worship God.

President Miles, why don't we adjourn for the time being, first arrange the future administrative site, and by the way, find the best oil painter to depict that ancient and sacred portrait? "

Following what this guy said, everyone else looked at Miles.

Facing everyone's gazes, Miles sneered disdainfully, and then said coldly.

"Tang is not the old-fashioned and traditional god that lives in your eyes and hearts. He does not need your admiration, but only your fear!

As for me, I feel disgusted by your current arrogant and servile behavior!

Can't you see from Tang's attitude that as the controller and protector of the country, our first attack on him could be somewhat forgiven by him, because he knew that it was our duty.

And those he punished were mostly those guys who threw me or others out mercilessly as a price, those guys who thought they were superior!

Tang is not as pedantic as you think, nor is he narrow-minded, but his vision is extremely broad.

As the smartest group of people in the new America, I hope that you can better understand his spirit rather than just have a superficial understanding of him.

If that happens, I believe our people and the Don will be disappointed in us!"

Having said that, Miles glanced around with a sharp look.

Facing Miles' gaze, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the female president with admiration.

A man at the side swallowed his saliva and then said to Miles tentatively, "So... we don't need to prepare oil paintings?"

"Of course we need it. Find the best artist to paint it!"

Miles looked at the person who spoke as if he were a fool.

As he scolded him, Miles shook his head in his heart.

Time waits for no one, and the situation has completely changed.

The current team of secretaries of state is not the same as before, where there are still a few idiots who are responsible for taking the blame.

In the past, the existence of idiots was necessary. Every qualified team facing the public must have some people who could reasonably bear the public's anger.

But it's different now.

There is no room for fools here anymore, because any fool may bring about Downton’s thundering wrath!
But Downton's anger is directed at random targets!
Therefore, my team must undergo the next round of major overhaul.

In this case, I'm afraid I have to consider recalling a group of people who are trustworthy and truly smart enough to my side!
On the other hand, just as Miles fell into reverie.

In Night City, Downton slowly descended from the air and then landed back in the empty and dilapidated company square.

Looking at Donton who fell in front of him, Roger took a deep breath and then asked him with a serious look.

"Tang, did you just...really contact the whole world?"

"Is this true, woman? Do you think I'm a fool?
After all, only a fool would pretend to be someone who is bound to be discovered.

What, am I just such a fool in your mind, or are you not smart enough to wait for subsequent news to ferment and spread before you have the courage to confirm it? "

"No, I just...I..."

Listening to what Donton said, Roger shook his head slightly, his eyes floating and drifting.

She spoke in confusion while looking dazed.

"I just can't believe it. On the one hand, I can't believe that you actually exist, and on the other hand, I'm not sure why you appear.

What I am most unsure of is why I am so lucky. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to talk to you like me..."

Having said that, Roger smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Believe me, Don, I've never been lucky in my life.

They all call me the Queen of the Afterlife and the Living Legend of Night City, but that's not a good title.

Or rather, it is because I have lost too much, and yet I have to live with regrets and painful memories until now. I am a miserable woman...you prefer to use the word woman.

In short, I am a woman surrounded by pain and memories. I never expect, nor have I ever been blessed by good luck.

But now, good luck has come, don't you think I should be doubtful?"

"That's true~"

Donton nodded slightly, then smiled and put his arm around Roger's shoulders.

“After all, although you don’t look too old, you have countless wrinkles in your heart, and it’s easy for you to think about this and that.

But that's all unnecessary stuff.

Living a day in frustration is also living, living a day happily is also living. Even if life is very frustrating, it does not mean that you cannot be happy, as long as you are heartless enough!

So, Rogge, don't fucking think about those nonsense, just continue to play with me heartlessly.

Come on, let's go, let's come back and have something to eat and a drink.

Then we will go to Tokyo. My dear Saburo is still waiting for me there. It is time to repay the debt he has owed since World War II."

Having said that, Donton suddenly gave Roger a mischievous smile.

“Guess why I spared Saburo’s life for now, haha, because fear is the best gift I could give him.

Believe me, when I hadn't met him, fear would have consumed him and he would have desperately tried to find a way out.

I will give him a chance. After all, how can a person who dies in despair please me more than someone who thinks he has found hope but ends up with even greater despair? "

(End of this chapter)