People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 567 I only ask Li Wei to stop (2 chapters combined, please vote)

With the privileges of the personnel in the tactical intelligence room, obtaining Li Wei's private phone number was a piece of cake. However, while getting the phone number was easy, making the call was a different story.

"Beep beep"

The phone rang only twice before being disconnected.

"Hit me again!"

When I called back the second time, all I got was a busy signal.

Meanwhile, over the Pacific Ocean, Li Wei watched as one phone call after another came from Washington, D.C., with the area code 202. He would glance at each call, then hang up and block the number.

"He blocked us!" the chief of staff said helplessly as he put down the phone.

"What about the presidential hotline?" the Defense Secretary asked. "The presidential hotline should work, right?"

"Yes," the president said, "let me speak to him myself."

The presidential hotline was dialed.

"Dudu"

The call was disconnected.

The president stared at the receiver in his hand, stunned. "He...he hung up on me too?"

"He also sank our aircraft carrier and destroyed nearly 100 aircraft," the Defense Secretary said. "What's the big deal about hanging up on you?"

"Then," the president said, "call his family!"

On Long Island, ambulances arrived one after another outside Levi's estate, red and blue lights flashing across the lawn.

Thankfully it's winter, and many of Li Wei's neighbors have gone on winter vacations around the world. Otherwise, seeing this scene at Li Wei's doorstep, they would definitely have come over to join in the fun.

Medical staff carried stretchers back and forth on the lawn, lifting the agents, who were all dazed and confused, into the vehicles. Anya held a small dagger, playing with it as she watched this scene through the second-floor window.

Just then, her phone rang.

"Good evening, Ms. Volkova," a polite male voice came from the other end of the line. "I am Allen, the White House Chief of Staff, and I am speaking on behalf of the President."

Anya pursed her lips and continued to stare at the wounded on the lawn.

"The people you sent haven't been taken away yet," she said. "What's the purpose of this call?"

"Ms. Volkova, we deeply regret what happened tonight. It was entirely the Attorney General's personal action, without the White House's consent, and the White House was completely unaware of it. We..."

Anya, with her phone tucked between her ear and shoulder, sat idly on the sofa, casually trimming her toenails, while listening to the White House Chief of Staff frantically apologizing to her.

How surreal! Someone of her status and position, someone her father would normally have to fawn over, was now speaking to her in such a humble and subservient manner.

"But Mr. Levy is completely out of control now," the White House chief of staff said in a soft tone. "He has destroyed an air force base and a carrier strike group, and is heading toward the Roosevelt in minutes. We would like to ask you to contact Mr. Levy and ask him to calm down. We can discuss anything."

Almost at the same time, Kim Ha-eun's phone rang next to her.

"This is Kim Ha-eun," Kim Ha-eun said as she answered the phone. "Oh, Senator..."

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She and Anya exchanged a glance. Anya put down her nail clippers and drew a big "X" on her hands.

Kim Ha-eun smiled slightly and nodded. Her tone was icy and serious: "Um... For all matters concerning Mr. Lee Wei, please follow the official procedures of LW's Public Relations Department. After submitting your application via email, we will reply within three business days as appropriate."

The other person's voice suddenly grew louder, and Kim Ha-eun moved her ear slightly away before saying, "I'm sorry, Senator, this isn't working hours. Please schedule another time with my assistant after I start work tomorrow."

She finished speaking very quickly, immediately pressed the mute button, and then burst out laughing.

Anya, having finished dealing with the White House Chief of Staff, sent the call log directly to her WhatsApp group chat with Kim Hoon and Elizabeth.

A short while later, Elizabeth also posted a selfie in the group chat.

The photo was taken in the president's office of the Mellon Foundation. Elizabeth was sitting in her office chair, and the handsets of the landline phones on the two desks in front of her were both off, the lines were busy, so no one could call in.

Elizabeth looks helpless in the photo.

She then sent another voice message: "My phone has been ringing off the hook. Ministers, senators, generals, people from all sorts of families are calling me, asking me to contact Li Wei. So, can anyone tell me what's going on?"

Anya dialed Elizabeth's number and told her what had happened.

"What?! Li Wei really sank an aircraft carrier battle group?!"

On the phone, Elizabeth's voice suddenly rose, filled with surprise.

"I didn't expect that either," Kim Ha-eun joined the conversation. "He's amazing, isn't he?"

"But this is a bit too...unbelievable," Elizabeth muttered to herself. "I need to calm down, this is insane."

"What do you suggest we do?" Anya asked. "Should we contact him?"

"Wait a minute," Elizabeth said after thinking for a moment. "Let's not cause him any trouble right now. Let him contact us first. I'll start refusing any calls now. You guys should also be careful not to bother him."

Anya and Kim Hae-eun nodded in agreement.

As they were talking, Don Quixote, along with Lily, rang the doorbell of Levy Manor. When they came in, they said something similar to what Elizabeth had said.

"A generous gift of crabs!" Lily exclaimed as she entered, carrying a cat. "Sisters-in-law, did you see that? What Brother Li Wei did just now!"

"Whoosh!" She gently tossed the cat into the air. "Brother Li Wei only glanced at it, and those people looked like this..." She caught the cat in mid-air, then "Thump!" it all landed on the ground. I was stunned! It was so cool!!!

"Do you know what he did?" Anya said smugly, "He just destroyed an entire carrier battle group!"

"There's also an air force base," Kim Ha-eun added.

"Wow!" Lily's eyes widened as she rubbed the kitten. "That's so cool!"

"They're in complete chaos," Don Quixote said. "Now we just have to wait."

"We can't wait any longer!"

In the tactical intelligence room, the president suddenly said, "We have to do something."

"What can we do?" White House Chief of Staff Allen suddenly asked.

"That's precisely why I hired you!" The president seemed to snap out of his daze, turning to look at his chief of staff with a serious expression. "This is your job, isn't it? Think of a solution! This is a matter of national survival. We are facing a situation far more dire than during World War II. Human-sized nuclear bombs are destroying the very foundations upon which we depend for our existence!"

Suddenly, the liaison officer below shouted, "The target has stopped!"

"Where?" the president blurted out. "Tell me!"

"Right above...right above the Roosevelt," the Secretary of Defense muttered to himself, "Your Excellency the President."

The president had already closed his eyes and waved to the Secretary of Defense.

"Contact Rear Admiral Kent on the USS Roosevelt," the Secretary of Defense said weakly. "All personnel, abandon ship immediately. Do not attempt to retaliate. Abandon ship immediately."

"How did he know where our aircraft carrier was?" a general couldn't help but ask.

After a moment's hesitation, a liaison officer said, "Many websites publish this data. For example, the Naval Institute publishes aircraft carrier updates every week."

"Make them shut down the website immediately!" the Defense Minister exclaimed. "From now on, all such information must be classified as confidential and never leaked to the outside world again!"

"The Roosevelt attempted to evacuate," the liaison officer reported again, "but the hull was destroyed by the target and is severely damaged, making it unable to disengage. The target has ceased its attack and appears to be waiting for the crew to evacuate completely."

"How is the target's willingness to communicate?" the chief of staff asked.

"We tried to communicate, but the target refused," the liaison officer sighed.

"It all started with the people around him," the chief of staff suddenly said. "We have to start with the people around him."

"Someone has to go there in person, to his doorstep."

"It would take at least an hour to get there from Washington!"

"Then let's go to New York!" the president said. "Who's in New York?"

"Whoever's here," the Secretary of Defense loosened his tie, "all federal officials in New York, report immediately and head to Long Island!"

"Go, this is the President's highest order," the President said, slowly sitting back in his chair and closing his eyes. "Have Levi's relatives contact him; all conditions are negotiable."

As Levi watched the crew of the Roosevelt hastily evacuate, the entire federal system in New York erupted into chaos.

The city's bureaucracy seemed to have been jolted awake from its slumber, jumping out of bed, and the city's leadership began operating at an unprecedented pace.

In a federal office building in Midtown Manhattan, a balding middle-aged man had just put on his coat and was about to leave work when the phone on his desk rang.

"Agent Caesar?" A familiar voice rang in his ear. "You know Levi, right? You've met his relatives before."

"Who are you?" Caesar asked, somewhat puzzled. "Do we know each other?"

"I am Joe Biden," the voice said. "I am speaking to you now as the current President of the United States."

Caesar's world collapsed in an instant; the voice finally matched the image in his mind.

The president himself called him!

"Yes, it's me," Caesar heard his own voice trembling, "I, I am..."

"That's you," the president said. "The safety of America now rests on your shoulders. You have a mission that is extremely urgent."

At the same time, at his official residence near the United Nations headquarters, the U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations was hosting a high-profile dinner.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up, said a few words, and his expression changed instantly.

With a "thud," he slammed the wine glass down on the table and rushed outside without even grabbing his coat.

People from the Secret Service, the Department of Homeland Security, the U.S. Attorney's Office... almost all of them rushed to their offices at the same time.

Moreover, the president's orders were implemented throughout New York City—the entire city had to stop, and the roads to Levi's house had to be completely clear.

Minutes later, the Federal Aviation Administration issued an order: all flights at the three major airports of Kennedy, LaGuardia, and Newark were grounded, and all airspace over New York was closed to flights.

The New York Police Department also received federal orders to close all roads leading to the north shore of Long Island, including Long Island Expressway and Northern State Parkway.

All the traffic lights turned green in an instant.

Over Kennedy International Airport, a flight from Los Angeles had already lowered its landing gear, but was given a go-around order.

instruction.

"Ladies and gentlemen, due to the temporary closure of all airports in New York, this flight will be diverted to Philadelphia," the captain said with a hint of helplessness. "The reason? I'm sorry, the control tower did not notify us."

On the ground, a long line of cars had formed on the Long Island Expressway. A taxi driver was stopped right in front of a roadblock, just a hair's breadth away from getting through.

He honked his horn furiously, berating the American government for what it was doing, while the engine idled, making a buzzing sound.

The car horns behind us were blaring.

The police officer who had set up the roadblock looked serious. When he saw that the driver intended to force his way through the roadblock, he actually raised his gun directly.

The driver, who had been driving in New York for so long, had never seen anything like this before, and immediately pulled his head back.

Behind a row of heavily armed New York police officers, several Chevrolet Suburbans suddenly sped out onto the empty main road.

With the accelerator floored, the massive vehicle surged forward, even briefly taking off before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

However, the driver of this car didn't even slow down, and just kept driving forward with his head down.

"Damn it, it's not like the world is ending," the driver muttered upon seeing the scene, "What a huge spectacle."

At the heliport on East 34th Street, a helicopter took off and flew recklessly eastward.

Not only East 34th Street, but all other nearby helicopters were requisitioned, just to get to Li Wei's doorstep as quickly as possible and speak with Li Wei's relatives.

On the ground, Caesar saw a dozen black cars speeding along the empty highway, and surprisingly, they hadn't been pulled much ahead by the helicopter.

He had to report his movements to the voice in his earpiece every 10 seconds. He recognized the voice before; it was the voice of the Minister of Defense.

Only when Agent Caesar saw a series of luxurious mansions and the coastline of Long Island did he hear the Secretary of Defense's voice relax slightly.

Before the helicopter had even come to a complete stop on the main road, Caesar jumped out.

"The Roosevelt is sinking," the voice came through the headset. "Agent, report your location."

"I'm at the door, ready to go in," Caesar said as he sprinted.

Behind him, a row of headlights shone, and the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground could be heard from afar.

Above him and not far away, there was the noise of helicopter rotors. He glanced back and saw that, like him, many others were preparing to jump when they were still two or three meters from the ground.

The whole world has gone mad, Caesar thought as he ran. "I feel like I'm living in a dream."

He sprinted all the way to the manor gate, where he was greeted by a row of dark gun barrels, with the bodyguards' fingers on the triggers.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous," Caesar raised his hands, "I am..."

"I'm an FBI agent, my name is Caesar," he gasped. "I've met Miss Volkova and Mr. Levy in the parking garage of the Metropolitan Life Stadium. I know them. Please, let me see her, just once!"

The bodyguards exchanged glances, covered their earpieces, and began to report in hushed tones.

A minute later, Katya strode out and was taken aback when she saw the parked cars and helicopters outside.

She glanced at Caesar and nodded to the bodyguard.

"Come with me," she said, turning and heading towards the main building of the manor.

Caesar was already furious, scratching his head and following Katya around.

Does this woman even realize that a minute's delay could lead to the sinking of an entire carrier battle group? Caesar thought anxiously.

He wished he could scramble and crawl across the hundreds of meters from the manor gate to the main building.

But Katya walked at a leisurely pace, so he could only follow behind at a slow pace.

When Caesar walked into the living room, he met almost all of Levi's relatives for the first time, except for the woman named Elizabeth Mellon.

Anya looked Caesar up and down, then nodded: "Whom do you represent, and what do you want to say?"

"I...

A sound came through Caesar's earpiece, followed by the president's voice.

He paused, then said, "On behalf of the current President of the United States, I request Mr. Levy to stop. All conditions are open for discussion."

Anya didn't speak, but glanced at Kim Hae-eun, who in turn glanced at Don Quixote.

The living room fell silent; for Caesar, every second felt like an eternity.

Just then, Anya's phone rang.

She picked it up and saw that the name on the screen was "Li Wei," followed by a heart.

"Feeding, darling..." Anya answered the phone.

Caesar's eyes lit up.

"Have we calmed down?" Anya chuckled as she spoke. "Never mind, let's talk about it when you get back."

After hanging up the phone, she nodded to Caesar: "He'll be back soon."

Upon hearing this, Caesar's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

A faint sigh came through the headset, sounding like dozens of people letting out a sigh of relief, or perhaps like dozens of people sighing in despair.

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