My own war game

Chapter 432 The Little Girl's Sincerity
"You brought that thing to Washington?!"

"This is impossible! Without strategic bombers to deliver it, that thing is meaningless!" Kennedy subconsciously denied this statement.

"Maybe, but why don't you verify it yourself? I have an address here, and the little girl is waiting for you there." He Chi grabbed the phone on the table and handed it to Kennedy.

Kennedy pondered over the phone for a moment and finally dialed a few numbers.

"Connect Homeland Security."

A cheap motel in Anacostia, Washington.

There was a loud banging on the door outside.

As soon as the boss pushed open the door, his whole vision spun rapidly. Three burly men with weapons rushed up and pressed him to the ground. Behind him, soldiers with rifles were on guard, and the sniper on the roof was ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"Please, don't be violent. I'll tell you everything! I accept the punishment!" The boss, whose arm was twisted to a strange angle, shouted loudly on the ground while enduring the pain.

"Where is the little girl?! Hurry!" The leader pressed his knee against the man's neck and shouted.

"In, in the warehouse behind the yard, please, be gentler, I can't breathe..." The boss answered painfully, begging the other party to show mercy.

Someone grabbed the boss by the collar and dragged him to the backyard, where armed agents rushed in.

A big door tied with a large chain came into the eyes of the agents. Someone rushed over and broke the chain in a few moves. Dozens of rifles were pointed at this place outside. Technicians in chemical protective suits opened the rusty door.

A pair of frightened eyes appeared in front of everyone - inside was a ragged little girl, probably only about 10 years old.

"Um, aren't you from the Immigration Bureau? I really only have this one illegal immigrant here, and I haven't let her start working today..." The boss asked others in surprise, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet.

"Fuck! We are not the Immigration Bureau, and we are not looking for this kind of little girl!" the team leader cursed.

"Boss! We've found something in the basement, please come over quickly!" The subordinate's urgent voice came from the intercom.

In the basement, someone pushed aside layers of straw, and a round object appeared in front of everyone.
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In the White House, Kennedy put down the phone on the table.

"The security experts recovered the thing, and the number and unique mark have been confirmed to be correct. It is indeed the missing little girl." Kennedy looked at the Asian in front of him, and the expression on his face changed several times.

The first generation of gun-type nuclear weapon little girl was once 007's amulet. Because of her, the United States turned a blind eye to the many actions of He Chi and Red Mercury behind him.

Now the other party actually took the initiative to hand over the trump card, which made Kennedy confused and deeply worried.

It is well known that once a man no longer values ​​something, it is usually because he has something better.

"What do you mean?" Kennedy could no longer hide his emotions at this time, and he looked anxious.

"Of course it is to show my sincerity. My position is no longer against the United States. Your so-called collaborator may be a big trouble, and you and the Soviets may be played by the other side." At this time, He Chi's expression became more serious than ever.

Perhaps the little girl was indeed important enough, and for the first time Kennedy looked the Oriental man in front of him in the eye.

There is no doubt that he hates this guy, and if there is a way to kill this guy immediately, the President will not hesitate for a moment.

But it is undeniable that the man in front of him is also a unique legend in the world of espionage, and he has personally witnessed his abilities on Guadalcanal.

This time is the same. If the other party really wants large-scale retaliation, he is qualified to make conditions here just by virtue of his ability to transport the "little girl" to Washington quietly.

Because this means that if the other party wants, he and the guys on Capitol Hill may evaporate at any time, and the United States will lose at least 300,000 people. He didn't do this, which means he really wants to have a good talk.

After a moment's silence, Kennedy spoke up, "I don't know much about them. The KKK acted as the middleman for the transaction. The FBI would regularly transport the materials to fixed locations at sea. Not long after, relevant documents and drawings appeared in Robert's possession."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple. Those guys are just like you. I don't know when they came out from the corner like potatoes." Kennedy couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark about He Chi on the opposite side.

"Then the other party must have a name, right?" He Chi asked.

“Yellowcake” Kennedy spat out a simple word.

"Yellowcake? The main raw material for nuclear weapons?" He Chi frowned.

"Yes, the name is a bit ugly, but that's what the other party calls themselves." Kennedy sat back in his presidential seat.

"If I say that this [Yellow Cake] might be intentionally leading to a conflict between the United States and the Soviet Union, would you believe it?" He Chi put away his pistol and hugged his shoulders.

"Without sufficient evidence, it's hard for me to believe it, and I won't let your two random words affect my judgment." Kennedy still spoke with pride at this time.

"So if there are medium-range missiles in Cuba, does that mean the United States will go to war to eliminate this threat?"

Kennedy didn't answer, but his expression showed his agreement.

"Two weeks!"

"what?"

"Tell me the transaction location with the other party and give me another two weeks. I will figure out the Cuban issue, but you have to ensure that the United States will not suddenly take action during this time." He Chi pointed two fingers at the other party.

"The United States of America makes no promises, but I think the situation should be under control in two weeks. After all, we also need to communicate with Moscow."

"It's a deal!" He Chi raised his fist to the President of the United States.

Snapped!
Kennedy simply slapped the Oriental man's hand away.

"Don't get it wrong, I hate you even more than the Soviets. Everything I do is for the future of the United States." Kennedy said, looking into He Chi's eyes.

"It's up to you." After saying that, He Chi pushed open the door of the office and walked out. The secretary at the door looked at the sudden appearance of Asian in surprise. She didn't remember anyone coming to the president's office.

Kennedy in the room let out a long sigh and picked up the phone on the table. "Have you saved the things? Arrange them to a safe place as soon as possible. What? A little girl who stowed away was found at the scene. Do you have to ask me about such a thing? Just give it back to that guy!"

Two days later, He Chi boarded a cargo ship controlled by the FBI in southern Florida, USA.

When He Chi opened the cabin door, he found a mixed-race little girl looking at him with curious eyes.

"It seems to be from that motel..." He Chi bent down and gently stroked the other person's head and asked, "What's your name?"

The girl replied weakly, "My name is Alina, Alina Fernández Revuelta..."

"Alinna? She seems familiar." He Chi repeated the girl's name several times, and suddenly hugged her shoulders and asked
"What's your father's name?!"

(End of this chapter)