Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 687 Awkward Questions

It seemed like that was the end of it.

The leaders from all parties present at the meeting did not ask any more questions.

In fact, all parties involved were very clear about this matter. It must have been some secret operation by the CIA, but it went wrong and the bodies were left there.

But this time their answer was not entirely correct.

Those photos included the bodies of the "Watchmen" team members, but what made Pence more nervous were the photos of the bodies of the black-clad team of the "Satanic" organization.

This is not the first time that a CIA operation has failed, nor is it the first time that they have been caught leaving bodies in another country.

In the past, if it was done by intelligence agencies of other countries, they could communicate through special channels and retrieve it.

Even if you encounter an armed group and are beaten to death, you can still be redeemed.

But this time is different.

Song Heping is not the leader of an armed organization.

He is not short of money.

Talk to him, money is useless.

What he wants is a compromise from the CIA.

And Pence finds it difficult to compromise.

Because Mr. Campbell was staring at him.

The "Presbyterian Church" wanted to kill Song Heping because of the Curtis family's affairs, which ignited this war.

Now that the fire has started, it is simply impossible to put it out or retreat.

Either Song Heping dies or I die.

There is no middle path.

Coming out of Mr. Hudson's office, Pence finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At least Mr. Hudson has been appeased now.

Even someone like Mr. Hudson has to buy into the Presbyterian Church.

After all, this is a conservative force that represents the American tradition. Their tentacles have long penetrated into politics, economy, business and military. Even the owner of the White House has to be polite to the alliance formed by these old families.

Kill a PMC boss.

Let’s do it.

In the eyes of the old tycoons, it was just an ant.

After Pence left, Hudson sat in his office for a long time.

As a security adviser, he is a favorite of the president and can influence decision-making to a certain extent.

Of course he had to pay enough respect to the "Presbyterian Church", but these old tycoons were sometimes too reckless.

It's crazy that he secretly recruited special forces and used his people in the CIA to classify it as a 5A-level secret.

Oftentimes, the country is big enough that Hudson certainly can't know everything, and even the president can't know everything.

However, he still warned Pence to clean up the shit on his ass quickly and not to cause any bigger trouble.

If something really bad happens, someone has to take the blame.

Who carries it?

President's back?
Or is it me, the security consultant, who is responsible?

Of course not!

Whoever's child is born can take it away.

If things get really bad, Pence will go back to his hometown farm to pick up cow dung!

"SIR, the press conference is about to begin."

The secretary came in and knocked on the door gently, waking Hudson from his deep thoughts.

"Oh!"

He straightened up in his chair and looked at his watch.

"Okay, I'll be right there, Lucy. Can you help me check if my tie is straight?"

Hudson stood up and the secretary walked over.

While helping Hudson adjust his tie, the secretary kindly reminded him, "There will be a question-and-answer session after the press conference. Be careful, Phil is here."

"Phil?" Hudson was stunned for a moment, his face full of disgust.

"This guy really is hated by everyone..."

"Well, no one likes him at the department's press conference."

"Don't worry. Our recent progress in Irigo has been very effective, including some of the current reconstruction projects in Bakda. Irigo's future prospects are all positive. The number of attacks has dropped by 16%. Hmm... let me think..."

He frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Hmph, I don't think he can ask any difficult questions to me."

The secretary said, "Better be careful. This guy has very well-informed sources and always manages to get inside information from somewhere. I think we should just not give him an admission pass next time."

"It's okay to refuse once or twice, but you have to give a reason. This kind of person is very difficult to deal with. If we don't give him a pass to attend the press conference for a long time, he will probably make a big fuss. Then we won't have a better reason, which will make us even more passive. I think he prefers us to do this, giving him the opportunity to cause trouble..."

Soon, the tie and clothes were arranged.

Hudson walked over to the mirror and admired himself from front to back.

Then he combed his hair until it was so smooth that even ants couldn't stand on it. Then he smiled with satisfaction, turned around and left for the press conference.

As a national security adviser, it is rare for him to attend press conferences in person. Most of the time, this is done by a spokesperson.

But today is different.

The situation in Ilgah has improved recently, and the data collected from all aspects have shown some progress. Except for the fierce fighting between ethnic armed groups in the northwest of Ilgah, the situation from Baghdad to Basra is improving.

This is a great achievement.

As the president's security adviser, how could Hudson not increase his exposure?

You have to know that to be a politician in the United States, you need a talent for acting, commonly known as a performing politician. Because it is an election system, you need exposure and more people need to know you so that you have a chance to stand out.

So today he invited reporters from major news TV stations, newspapers and online media to come, and even Fair, whom he has always disliked, took the initiative to give him an admission ticket.

Just as Hudson expected.

I performed very well at today's press conference.

Even Hudson himself wanted to give himself a thumbs up.

He delivered a press release of more than 2,000 words with confidence and passion, occasionally adding a touch of humor, which caused the audience to burst into laughter.

The atmosphere at the press conference reached a climax.

At this time, the news question session began.

The main event is coming.

Hudson was a little worried at first that Fair would cause trouble.

But Fair kept his head down, taking notes and looking at his laptop, as if the entire press conference had nothing to do with him.

The question-and-answer session was very short, ten minutes.

Hudson glanced at his watch and saw that time was flying by.

There are only two minutes left.

After answering the questions from FOX TV, he picked up the mineral water and took the opportunity to moisten his throat to look at Fair again.

At this time, the assistant next to him began to ask questions.

Fair, who had been silent all this time, raised his hand.

"I have a question."

Before anyone else could react, Fair stood up and snatched the microphone from the reporter who had just asked the question.

"Cough cough cough-"

Hudson nearly choked on the water.

What are you afraid of?

It’s almost over, but this plague god can’t help but take action.

He cursed in his heart, but he could do nothing about it and still kept a smile on his face.

"Fell is also an old friend, okay, go ahead and ask."

He began screwing the caps on the mineral water bottles.

Fair suddenly took out a stack of color photos.

He held it high and asked loudly, "According to reports from the Silian side, a fierce battle allegedly took place late one night a few days ago in the eastern border town of Galashuk, leaving many bodies at the scene. After examination, it was discovered that they were former US special forces soldiers. Mr. Advisor, are we conducting a secret operation in Silian? What is it?"

Hudson's hand trembled for a moment, and he almost dropped the mineral water bottle.

(End of this chapter)