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Chapter 663 Consumables! (Second Update!)

“This is a win-win situation!” Charles abruptly raised his wine glass, stealing the spotlight from Sylvester.

In response to his actions, Sylvester simply rolled his eyes, turned away, and stopped arguing.

Everyone present was intelligent; they had been stuck on a narrow-minded point before, but now, with just a casual remark, they could easily see through it.

Having found a suitable method, someone in the corner immediately took out their phone and contacted politicians they knew, preparing to coordinate a plan to keep their elderly father overseas forever and never allow him to return.

Seeing that everyone was busy making contacts, Charles swirled his wine glass at Sylvester, turned and walked out onto the open-air balcony, disappearing into the elevator.

A few minutes later, Sylvester also stepped out onto the balcony and disappeared into the elevator.

…………

Arlington, Virginia, George Bush Intelligence Center.

Barack sat in Navarro's seat, opposite him were the previous Supreme Court Justice, the previous Senate President, the previous House Speaker, and several other members of Congress.

They are all staunch Republicans.

Behind Barack were the Democratic Party leader and a dozen or so Democratic lawmakers.

What this group of people have in common is that they are all quite old, with the youngest being around 80 years old.

When he sat there, Barack didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, it was finally broken by the former Chief Justice, Tran Collins:

According to official news released by China, Adria Harun has completed her medication injection and is currently in good condition. She will be discharged from the hospital in a short period of time.

"Judging from his son Sylvester and Goldman Sachs' cash flow during this period, it can be basically confirmed that this is true news."

"Then here's the problem!"

"What should we do if we want to live longer?"

After saying this, Tran's gaze fell on Barack. Although he had some power and could mobilize some people, he was far inferior to President America in front of him.

After Tran turned his gaze over there, the others also turned their gazes to Barack.

Those intense gazes made Barack uncomfortable. He turned slightly to avoid a few of their stares, then picked up the materials that the second-generation tycoons had shared with them and began reading them silently.

He was looking at the documents, so the others naturally didn't want to disturb him and could only watch from the sidelines, waiting for his reply.

Silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of breathing.

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed, and Barack had finished reviewing the documents in his hand.

He then placed the documents on the table, pressed down on one of the pages, and said to those around him, "I've taken a look, and these documents mention a very serious issue."

"All of these negotiated documents mention one point: this drug requires extremely strong willpower."

"Everyone, do you believe you possess extremely strong willpower?"

This seemingly innocuous question changed the course of events.

The group of people who had been aggressive towards Barak just moments before immediately turned their heads away and looked elsewhere, as if they were the ones who had been aggressive, or other people, or other ghosts, and that they had simply been possessed by a ghost.

Barack didn't give up the opportunity; he continued to press the group relentlessly: "Mr. Tran, would you like to say something?"

Tran looked away and turned his attention to the window, but because the building was too high, all he could see from the chair was a blue sky and nothing else.

Knowing that the other party was avoiding the issue, Barack decided to stop while he was ahead, continuing to press his finger on the document he had just been looking at: "Everyone, I know you are very anxious."

"But the problem is, being anxious won't help!"

“Adria was able to register the drug because he put in $50 billion, a real $50 billion.”

"As for Alna, it's because he invested $30 billion to build a chemical complex in China. The chemical complex will greatly enhance China's industrial processing capacity and create jobs."

"Considering these costs, the Chinese side is willing to give them the injection."

"And we are willing to adjust the dosage of the medication according to their physical condition."

"But what about you?"

What can you offer?

"Is it military intelligence? Or political intelligence? Or something else?"

"How can you be sure that this intelligence is of sufficient value to the Chinese people?"

"There's a saying in China: one man's meat is another man's poison. That's exactly what this situation is about. You can't possibly go to China and ask for something based on the truth about Kennedy's murder!"

At the end, he blinked, looking like he was seriously discussing something.

These words left Tran and the others speechless.

After all, this kind of thing can be done in private, but it can't be said in public.

Men have pride!

Barack's words also raise a question: they are not qualified, or rather, do not have the leverage, to have the other side inject them with drugs.

They possess a wealth of unique intelligence, but the problem is that they cannot determine whether this intelligence will be of use to the other side if they provide it.

Just like the truth behind Kennedy's assassination.

According to America's official account, Kennedy was shot and killed by someone from a high place while the vehicle was moving.

But the truth is, the one who fired the shot was a CIA agent who drove Kennedy.

Moreover, after others fired their shots and Kennedy dodged, a CIA agent shot and killed Kennedy from the front.

For the people of America, especially for the American leadership, this was an extremely significant event that needed to be kept secret from everyone.

It is fair to say that the release of such information would cause a huge uproar, and could even lead to unrest.

But such intelligence is useless in the hands of the Chinese!

Because Kennedy made some bold statements during his presidency, and he died shortly after making those statements.

The Chinese hadn't even had a chance to look at him yet.

He's gone!

Decades later, America's side, armed with the truth about his death, approached the Chinese and asked to exchange something for it.

The Chinese people would definitely be completely bewildered, then deeply moved, and then refuse.

Such intelligence is useless if it is given out, and the remaining intelligence requires sufficient information to prove it, and that information is strictly kept in each department.

They could certainly get it, but none of the people present were fools.

If we were to use that intelligence, then everyone here would be each other's enemies.

Anyone could fire the first shot in the dark forest, and then everyone would fall into chaos.

The atmosphere in the room became even more oppressive, and Tran chuckled awkwardly.
"Then let's look at something else!"

The topic shifted, and Barack seized the initiative. He turned to Navarro and asked, "How's the CIA's intelligence gathering going?"

Navarro shook his head slightly: "Very rare, because China keeps this matter highly confidential, but while maintaining a high level of secrecy, it also intentionally leaks it to certain individuals."

"Therefore, we have very little information at the moment, and we cannot verify its authenticity." "The only thing we can confirm right now is that Mr. Adria did indeed complete the first round of drug injections and was reborn."

"In addition, the heirs of those nouveau riche who have already gone to China have been having a gathering these past few days."

"European ones are in Paris, American ones are in San Francisco."

"They're planning to let us exercise extraterritorial jurisdiction, issue arrest warrants for their fathers, keep their fathers in China, and then they'll effectively seize power."

"However, I don't recommend doing that!"

“Because of these young people…” The word “young people” slipped out, and everyone present frowned.

Because the young people Navarro mentioned are at least 50 years old, and they are also major financial backers of both parties.

Of all those present, only Tran was qualified to say that.

“Don’t worry about it! Keep going!” Tran waved his hand, signaling Navarro to continue.

Navarro nodded: "Based on the intelligence we have so far, they do not have complete control over those conglomerates and financial institutions."

"If we act rashly according to their ideas, it could very well cause these powerful conglomerates and financial institutions to fall apart."

"That would be a huge loss for us."

"Moreover, according to the rumors we've received, people who have been injected with this gene serum will experience subtle but continuous physical modifications over a long period of time, in addition to the initial enhancement effects."

"During this time, the blood in their bodies..."

After a two-second pause, Navarro looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and then said, word by word, "It seems to be working!"

This sentence was no less than a thunderclap.

The people present were all fully educated; they were not the fools who were being manipulated by the policies they were making.

Although they lack relevant knowledge, they all have a vague idea in mind.

That's a drug; once it enters the human body, it will be absorbed and diluted.

Even if you kill this person, it's impossible to extract the drugs from their body, let alone the fact that their blood still has an effect.

If that's the case, then the situation is...

That's going to be interesting!

Barack tapped lightly on the table with his right hand, the sound attracting the attention of the others. None of them spoke; they simply watched Barack tap on the table.

After knocking for two or three minutes, the Black president looked up and asked very seriously, "Are you sure?"

“Rumors!” Navarro shook his head. “This intelligence came from our moles planted in China.”

"We cannot confirm this at this time."

"The only way to confirm this is to put the only one who has been injected, Adria, back into America, and get his blood, whether by force or appeasement."

"Then proceed with the analysis!"

"Even more so, using his blood to create super soldiers."

"America must have a super soldier too!"

These words made Barack frown.

After all, Adria is his financial backer, and if he were to take action against Adria now, it would be a betrayal of his financial backer.

A president elected through voting betrayed his financial backers.

And next year is another election year...

If something goes wrong at this crucial moment, then I'll have to say goodbye to the presidency.

The thought of saying goodbye to the presidency made Barack furrow his brow and sigh softly. After a while, he looked up:
"According to the information, the drugs that Huaxia injected them with were specially treated."

"In other words, there is a high possibility that problems will arise from our research using blood drawn from Adria."

"The experimenter is very likely to die suddenly."

"Besides, where are we going to find someone with such willpower?"

His question caused another moment of silence in the room.

Hollywood movies are full of petty thugs and hooligans saving the world.

However, the reality is that thanks to years of "happy education," ordinary Americans have fewer and fewer basic skills, and their skills are getting worse and worse.

They spend all their time either eating, drinking, gambling, whoring, or smoking, or cheating, swindling, and stealing.

Putting such a person into an experiment is no different from using a monkey in an experiment.

There are such people in the army, but these soldiers are all elites, and they are the backbone of officers at all levels.

You can take all those scoundrels with you.

These people are no good.

While they remained silent, Tran suddenly spoke up: "Have you forgotten that we actually have another group of soldiers!"

"They are the true, faithful, and top-tier warriors in the world, the ones who established America's dominance back then!"

As he spoke, the others gradually looked up, staring at him as if he were a monster.

As high-ranking officials, they all knew very well which group Tran was referring to.

That group of people, whether in terms of faith or cognition, were the most outstanding and the most suitable.

But those people are all quite old!

Moreover, many of those people were promoted after the war and rose step by step to the top ranks of the military and political circles. They had comrades-in-arms everywhere and a network of connections everywhere.

For example, the former president's father fought the Japanese to the death in the Pacific theater and almost became Japanese food.

If nothing goes wrong, it's fine to let a group of old men do experiments, but if something does go wrong, they'll definitely be in deep trouble.

However, none of the people present raised any objections.

After Tran's reminder, everyone present realized that this group of people were indeed the best experimental subjects.

For older individuals, the effects of the injection will be very noticeable.

Moreover, because their comrades are everywhere, news spreads even faster.

It also makes it easier to bring these old guys to their respective camps.

Barack had figured all this out. He looked up, about to speak, but found that Tran had already distanced himself from him, as had the other Republicans.

damn thing!
He cleared his throat and said to the group who had kept their distance, "A very good idea. We have the materials for the experiment. Now, I'd like to ask, where will the drugs come from?"

"Without medicine, our talk is just empty words!"

"Everyone, empty talk is not a good habit!"

(End of this chapter)