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Chapter 118: Lao De's Final Plan
Chapter 118: Lao De's Final Plan (55 Subscriptions)
"What did you say?"
"That's impossible. Change it."
"this one."
"Don't even think about it."
Locke flatly rejected Old Underwood's request, then leaned back in his chair and asked curiously, "Who asked you to be a lobbyist?"
Is there any hope for Nick Fury?
Have.
Everything has a turning point.
The case of Nick Fury is no exception, as long as Locke, the victim, chooses to forgive.
After all, this is Washington, a world where compromise is an art.
As long as Locke forgives him, the Sentinel Secret Service will not be able to let go of this matter.
After all, the victims chose to forgive, right?
But in this way, Locke has undoubtedly betrayed the Sentinel Secret Service to which he is loyal.
And it was an extremely shameful betrayal.
Because he was just promoted to deputy director of operations for the New York Sentinel not long ago, and right after that you stabbed the Sentinel Secret Service in the back.
This is not a shameful betrayal.
Well known.
Traitors are not welcome anywhere.
So Locke was a little curious. Old Underwood would not be unaware of such a simple thing, but he still chose to say it.
Obviously, there must be a powerful lobbyist behind this who convinced old Underwood.
Unlike Locke, who enjoys taking revenge, old Underwood is a typical politician.
This kind of people often say, "Politics has always been the art of compromise!"
Locke filtered the possible candidates in his mind and then thought of the most likely person.
"Alexander Pierce?"
"No."
Old Underwood simply shook his head: "My relationship with Pierce is average."
Locke raised an eyebrow.
"That……"
"Don't think too much. It was Malik who contacted me."
"Who?"
When Locke heard the name, he was stunned at first, then frowned and looked at old Underwood.
"Gideon Malik?"
"Correct."
Locke suddenly realized.
Gideon Malik, a family that is not very well-known among the general public, but is a well-known family among the powerful in Washington.
Let’s put it this way, the Malik family is not only the financial backer behind many congressmen in Washington, D.C., but also the financial backer of S.H.I.E.L.D.
As mentioned before, ever since Nick Fury came to power, the East and Russia have quietly established their own "S.H.I.E.L.D.". Although they have not withdrawn from S.H.I.E.L.D., their sponsorship of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been decreasing year by year.
It can be said that after Nick Fury came to power, SHIELD has changed from a global secret law enforcement agency to a Western secret law enforcement agency.
The huge S.H.I.E.L.D. relies on the federal government to pull together the financial sponsorship provided by Britain and France.
And it was at this time that federal capital sponsorship came into being.
It was at that time that Gideon Malick became the financial backer of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Of course, Malik has another identity.
The Malik family has followed Hydra for generations and is the most important family in the Hydra organization.
But that's not the point.
Locke stroked his chin and looked at Old Underwood with a strange expression: "Did Gideon call you personally?"
I just said that Malik is not only the financial backer of SHIELD, but also one of the financial backers behind many congressmen in Washington.
Among these people is old Underwood.
The most important thing.
Gideon Malik has a very good relationship with Francis Underwood, and Gideon Malik's daughter Stephanie Malik also knows Locke, and the two are Harvard alumni.
On some necessary holidays, the two families will take time to get together.
Old Underwood looked at Locke's expression and smiled.
"You agree?"
"hehe."
Hearing this, Locke laughed in an inexplicable tone and glanced at Old Underwood.
"That's impossible."
"..."
Old Underwood's expression finally couldn't hold back any longer and turned dark.
"You just said you would agree to it."
"I'll agree to that, except for this one. You change it."
"That's it, Locke. Washington has no permanent enemies, only permanent interests."
"I'm sorry, I'm a New Yorker. We New Yorkers are quick to repay favors and take revenge, unlike you Washingtonians who are hypocritical."
"No, this is it!"
"Then you are just dreaming."
"Snapped!"
Old Underwood finally couldn't bear it anymore. He slammed the table, stood up, and rushed towards Locke with his powerful aura as the House Whip, trying to force Locke to submit with his momentum.
"I'll ask you one last time, yes or no."
"Old man, I'm going to tell you one last time. It's impossible. Be smart and change your request. I promise to agree. If you keep asking for this, you'll end up losing more than you gain."
Locke didn't tolerate old Underwood either. He stood up with a bang, and kicked the chair under him backwards with full force.
Bang!
The chair pierced through the study door like a cannonball, then broke through the railing on the second floor and fell to the floor of the hall on the first floor.
Snap!
The moment the chair hit the ground, it broke into pieces, turning into a corpse that could never be restored.
Esme and Claire, who were talking on the sofa in the living room, heard the noise, looked at the chair that had fallen to the floor and was broken into pieces, then subconsciously looked up towards the second floor.
In the study, Locke and Old Underwood's voices were getting louder and more angry, each one calling him a rebellious son.
He calls me Lao De all the time.
Esme listened to the noise on the second floor, opened her mouth and looked at Claire beside her.
"Does this... happen often?"
"Uh……"
Mother Claire also opened her mouth and gave Esme a forced smile: "This is a special program."
Esme said "oh", then looked at Claire who was unmoved and blinked.
"Um...Claire, don't we need to go up and take a look?"
"unnecessary."
Claire had regained her composure. Looking at Esme, who looked a little worried, she smiled and said, "Like I said, this is their special program. There's no need to worry. Besides, we don't need to take the initiative to get involved in conversations between men unless it's necessary."
Esme met Claire's gaze and nodded as if she understood.
Claire looked at Esme's expression and smiled again.
In the study.
Old Underwood, whose breath was obviously a little rough, stared at him and said, "Locke, you can't only work for the family when it's beneficial to you."
Locke sneered at Old Underwood's words and glared back, "You can't compromise on anything when it's in your favor."
Old Underwood gritted his teeth.
"The traitor."
"Old De!"
"What did you say."
"Calling you Lao De is already polite. You called me a rebellious son. I didn't call you an old thing because I have been kind since I was a child."
"hehe."
When old Underwood heard Locke boasting that he had been kind since he was young, he burst out laughing.
"Have you been kind since childhood?"
"Is not it?"
Locke glanced at Underwood Sr. and used actual evidence to stand up for himself.
"Other people buy luxury cars, have fun, hug women, and go to all kinds of parties."
"Did I?"
"I do not have."
"Your enemies can prove that they can't find any black spots in me to attack you, right?"
"I'm already so kind, it's fine if you don't call me baby, but you keep calling me a rebellious son. If I really become a rebellious son, you'll probably be furious."
Which son of a powerful official in Washington, at his age, would already be living in a villa, driving a luxury car, and hugging supermodels?
As for him.
The apartment is rented, the car is a second-hand car that has been driven for three years, and even the savings are only a pitiful two million.
Why is he so harsh on himself? It’s because he is kind.
Because no one wants old Underwood to be gone more than he does.
After all, his last name is Underwood, and he is the eldest son of the Underwood family.
Since ancient times, there has never been a legitimate son or daughter who did not wish well for their family.
Uh……
I am not sure about the legitimate daughter, but I am sure about the legitimate son.
But in the end, the education from his soul made him prefer to be a salted fish rather than a scumbag.
Old Underwood looked at Locke's confident look and laughed out loud again.
"Good, haha, I didn't expect that there would be such a good person in our family."
"Am I not kind?"
"You might as well just say you are white cotton."
"That's what I am."
Hearing this, Locke spread his hands towards Old Underwood and said, "Although our family is poor and white, you have been black-hearted since you were young, and your mother's family has an estate. Her ancestors started out by growing cotton. You are black soil, and your mother has her own cotton seeds. The combination of the two of you gave birth to a white cotton like me. Isn't it normal?"
Well known.
Cotton seeds need to be planted in black soil to produce white cotton.
Old Underwood subconsciously covered his chest when he heard Locke's words.
He is in pain.
Even when he was arguing with others in the House of Representatives, he had never felt this way.
But for now.
He suspected that Locke would anger him to death.
Locke looked at Old Underwood covering his chest and raised his eyebrows. He took back the words that were about to come out of his mouth and softened his tone slightly: "Okay, tell me your true conditions. Do you really think that I have been working in the Sentinel Special Service for two years for nothing?"
Again.
Asking him to forgive Nick Fury would be like backstabbing the Sentinelese, and like giving up his political future.
Even if he agreed, old Underwood would definitely not agree.
Because Locke is the only son in the family.
Simply put, no matter how hard old Underwood struggles, the one who will inherit his legacy in the end is only Locke.
And an heir with a stain of political betrayal is definitely not what old Underwood wants.
and so……
Old Underwood said this only to pave the way for what he was going to say next.
Simply put.
He said he wanted to lift the roof, but actually he wanted to open the window.
really!
Just after Locke said this, old Underwood, who had been covering his chest and seemed about to faint from anger in the next second, immediately recovered and looked at Locke with sharp eyes.
"You and Stephanie haven't seen each other for two years."
"..."
(End of this chapter)
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