Miss President wants to talk to you

He looked up and saw the white hamster looking at him with a worried expression.

"Is she starting to feel tired again?"

"No, no, I was just thinking."

Eleanor explained, "I'm wondering who's targeting me. I shouldn't have many enemies."

Before Rosef could respond, Louise had already started shaking her head.

"It's probably not aimed at you."

She said, "Although you've been quite popular lately, it's not to the point of making enemies like this. It's obvious that those people are after Xiao Fu!"

"I!?"

Rosef instantly bristled, her face filled with terror.

Why target her!

She was just a pitiful person who couldn't even walk!

"Is it possible to reach a settlement?"

What are you thinking about?

Louise laughed and said, "Do you think this is still a game? This is a life-or-death struggle!"

"Get rid of that idea as soon as possible. You are the president of everyone now, and you cannot show the slightest weakness!"

After saying that, Louise turned to look at Eleanor, a hint of emotion in her eyes.

"Eleanor, thanks to you, you saved Xiaofu from a disaster. This is a great achievement!"

"It's funny, we were just saying yesterday that we'd reward you for your next good deed, and it hasn't even been a day yet."

Eleanor shook his head: "What kind of achievement is this? We haven't even found the enemy yet."

Although the system has already provided the correct answer.

But Eleanor couldn't say it directly.

Just then, Edgar was on a manhunt, and once he was caught red-handed, Eleanor could interrogate him based on his answers.

Then, revealing the enemy would avert suspicion.

"A merit is a merit; they cannot be confused."

Louise shook her head, thinking that Eleanor was just being modest.

However, she also agreed with the second half of the other person's statement.

The enemy has not been found yet.

Louise fell into thought: Who might be the one to make the move?

Unlike Eleanor, Rosef has quite a few enemies.

It's even possible that the other party isn't even an enemy.

The Norton Federation is a country where extraordinary people emerge in great numbers.

Some people's thought processes are simply incomprehensible to you.

Just like the assassin who killed Ms. Rosef before, do you think he hated Rosef?

Absolutely not.

He hated all the rich and powerful people in the country, which just happened to include Rosef.

Some people even thought that assassinating the president would bring him fame and fortune.

It's like being mentally ill.

What can you do with them?

So Louise was also in a dilemma at this moment.

She had no way of locating the murderer; she could only list a name in her mind and then eliminate them one by one.

Fortunately, Eleanor has already arranged for the FBI to search for the killer.

I'm sure we'll hear good news soon.

Just then, heavy footsteps came from outside the door, followed by urgent knocking.

"Come in."

Louise shouted.

The door opened.

The secretary walked in with a terrified expression.

"Oh no!"

She stammered, "There was an explosion at St. Joseph's Cathedral!"

……

An hour later.

Outside the intensive care unit.

Eleanor looked at the agents being treated in the emergency room.

For a moment, my heart felt incredibly heavy.

Then, he turned to look at Edgar, who was standing next to him.

"I really want to know why your men have all turned out like this, while you're completely unharmed."

Edgar can't really be considered to be unharmed.

Her hair was all frizzy and her skin was charred black.

He was also seriously injured.

But they are indeed able to run and jump, and are incomparable to those special agents who are being rescued.

"I was quite far away at the time..."

Edgar spoke, exhaling a ring of black smoke.

"Then, the Investigation Bureau's uniform has magical protective capabilities. As the director, my uniform is of relatively high quality..."

"Shut up!"

Eleanor didn't want to hear anymore.

He sat on a chair in the corridor outside the emergency room, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

The impact of this incident is extremely negative.

An explosion occurred in the church's basement, but the impact was limited and did not affect civilians on the ground.

But the casualties were still extremely high!

First, the nearest church spellcaster and Bureau of Investigation agent died on the spot.

Those a little further away are also being rescued, but their fate is currently unknown.

Now, only Edgar remains conscious.

Logically speaking, Edgar has been the director for quite some time now, so how could he not even have this much vigilance?

"This is my responsibility."

When you're about to be hit, you have to stand at attention. Edgar understood this principle very well.

She stood before Eleanor with impeccable decorum.

"I never expected those people to be able to produce something like a magic explosive grenade. Those are military-grade controlled items; ordinary people can't get their hands on them..."

"Is this your excuse for shirking responsibility?" Eleanor asked coldly.

"I didn't mean to shirk responsibility..."

Even though Edgar had been through countless dangers, his voice was now tinged with tears.

The mission was carried out in this way, and no matter what, she can't escape responsibility.

Forget about climbing the ladder; you can't even keep your own job right now!

Then they'll have to go to court.

In addition, when Edgar thought about the agents under his command, he realized that they were all people he had personally witnessed grow up.

They are either dead or still being treated.

Claire was further away and out of danger, but her injuries were also quite serious.

The regret in Edgar's heart was beyond words.

She now wishes she could be shot!

Eleanor had a terrible headache.

Do you think the responsibility lies solely with these casualties?

He said, "The scene has been destroyed, and no evidence has been left. You broke into the church, not only did you find nothing, but you also caused this accident."

"Do you know what kind of consequences this will have on society?"

Hearing this, Edgar felt even more desperate.

"I am willing to take full responsibility..."

"Will you be held responsible?"

Eleanor stood up and said coldly, "You can't escape responsibility for the casualties of your subordinates. I'll deal with that later."

"But I authorized this operation, and the responsibility rests solely with me."

"I don't have the habit of making my subordinates take the blame."