My own war game

Chapter 431 "Old Friend"

Kennedy pointed the silver-white revolver at the most powerful man in the world. He looked at the unique carvings on the gun and a name that had haunted him for more than twenty years came to his mind again.

"What?" There was no emotion in Kennedy's tone, but his hand under the table, where no one could see, slowly clenched into a fist.

"John, it's me. Long time no see. When was the last time we met? I think it was during the Battle of Guadalcanal. Oh, by the way, Jimato, my regards to you." The Dongfangren's tone was very relaxed, as if the person standing opposite him was an old friend whom he hadn't seen for decades.

It would have been more like it if he hadn't been holding that pistol.

"He, no matter what you are here for, I advise you to give up. If you put down your weapon now, the White House will not care about your current behavior." Kenny said, suppressing his anger.

"I'm sorry, since Truman, the American president has no credibility in my eyes, but since you and I are old friends, there have to be some exceptions." He Chi shrugged indifferently, and unexpectedly put away the revolver in his hand.

The tense atmosphere in the room eased slightly, but Kennedy did not give up his vigilance. Given the speed at which the other party drew his gun, it didn't matter whether the gun was pointed at him or not.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Kennedy asked, tensing his body.

"I want to check on my old friend and ask him about some information. For example, with whom did you exchange your moon rocket technology? Would you mind telling me?" The Oriental man pulled out a chair and sat down casually.

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Kennedy didn't say anything, but his slightly changing pupils and the unconscious little movements of his hands betrayed his emotions.

The president's index finger tapped lightly on the table, barely perceptible, a habit he had when he was lost in thought or reminiscing.

There is a mysterious organization doing business with him. This is top secret in his mind, and only his younger brother and a few senior FBI officials know about it.

That was when he had just been elected. He was full of energy and planned to do something big.

But he soon realized that things were not that simple and that the position of President of the United States was not a position where he could do whatever he wanted.

He once tried tentatively to end the Vietnam War, but soon the dissatisfaction of domestic military-industrial enterprises was implicitly reflected through various channels.

He also tried to promote a universal health care plan, but it was strongly opposed by the American Medical Association, and even insurance companies got involved.

In order to plug the loopholes of corporate tax evasion, he tried to carry out tax reform. He had just planned to reduce the top marginal tax rate from 91% to 65%. As a result, the Rockefeller family and those Wall Street crocodiles launched the most severe threats, and even the consortium that once supported his election stood on the opposite side.

At that moment, he was almost the enemy of the whole world, and it was then that he truly realized that America’s biggest enemy might not be the Soviet Union at all.

Those financial groups want to turn him into an obedient puppet.

This made him very depressed for a time, and it was also from that time that he came into contact with Monroe. Her hot and sexy body almost made him sink into it.

Soon after, a turning point came quietly.

A mysterious organization found him and expressed its willingness to provide technical support to help the United States surpass the Soviet Union in exchange for a large amount of strategic resources.

He thought it was a fantasy at first, but after the other party provided two "trial" services, he had to take it seriously. Scientific research experts told him that the technical theory and design plan provided by the other party were at least 20 years ahead of the current society.

After that, the domestic situation began to reverse. When he casually threw a design plan of a swept-wing aircraft to Grumman, he clearly remembered the surprise on the face of the other party's design director and the heartfelt awe in the tone of the senior management.

Technology that was ahead of its time became his most important bargaining chip in negotiations with the capitalists. Those financial groups didn't know where the president got his support from, and how he mastered technology that was ahead of its time, so they chose to make appropriate compromises in all aspects.

His executive orders suddenly had weight.

The Apollo program was born in this context, and at the same time a legend about "technology from outer space" spread among the upper class.

By now, he has been too deeply involved to be separated from the organization. Even if there is intelligence showing that the whereabouts of those supplies are questionable, he can only keep his head down and move on.

As long as America becomes truly strong and overwhelms the Soviet Union, everything will be fine, and all sacrifices will be worth it. He reminded himself of this countless times.

But today, someone dug out this secret hidden deep in my heart.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Kennedy subconsciously chose to refuse to cooperate.

"Well, it seems that we still lack basic trust, so how about some exchanges?" He Chi adjusted his posture.

"I don't think a spy abandoned by MI6 has anything to exchange with the United States."

"Don't worry, you can take a look." He Chi picked up the pen on the table and wrote a few letters on the paper "R-4808N"

Kennedy's pupils constricted, and he almost subconsciously pressed the button on the desk to call security.

The other party knows too much. R-4808N is just an airspace identification code. If it appears alone in the file, it must be unremarkable, but it also has a special name.

The Groom Lake Dry Salt Lake No-Fly Zone is also known as Area 51 by insiders.

It was the testing ground where he transferred technology. The experimental assembly of the U-2 was completed there, and even many NASA projects were completed there.

But despite the huge waves in his heart, Kennedy still did not compromise. As time passed, the Oriental man finally had to draw his pistol again.

"Mr. President, although we have had conflicts, that is a thing of the past. I really don't want to use violence to communicate with you again."

"Do you want to shoot me? You don't think I will really be threatened by you in this way?" Unexpectedly, Kennedy showed a fearless spirit at this time.

Looking at the president pointing himself at the gun, the Oriental man smiled and shook his head. "Mr. President, we have all experienced the Pacific battlefield. I believe you should know some of the things that happened between me and President Truman in 1945. You should know what I am holding in my hand, right?"

"Truman? 1945?! Pacific battlefield?!" Kennedy's heart skipped a beat when he heard these few words together. He knew what the other party was talking about.

In 1945, due to a bad decision, the US government lost a "gadget" in Japan and also forced its former ally to the opposite side.

The internal code name of that little thing is the gril
(End of this chapter)