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Chapter 971 No other choice(1/2)

The attack was even slightly more popular than the previous Stevens incident.
It is obvious that some people hope to use this to suppress the Benghazi incident, but Xu Chuan certainly cannot make them do what they want. A number of marketing accounts on Twitter are helping Stevens maintain their popularity.
Of course, the exclusive Votrem news also does not want the popularity to decline.
They were going to make things bigger. At a regular press conference of White House at a later date, Katie Branek of Votrem News almost cried the White House's spokesperson.
The person involved, Guowuqing, had to issue a statement saying that he had reported to Baifangzi as soon as possible that day, because the military said that the local form was complicated and that support troops could not be sent in a short period of time.
Then the Pentagon came out and retaliated, saying that Bai Fangzi thought he needed to consider the attitude of Libiya's official, and had been waiting for the other party to open airspace so that he did not send out fighter planes as soon as possible.
The director of the White House News Office came out and said that the then commander James Sawyer was visiting abroad and the decision was made was the vice president.
...
Anyway, the entire northwest Shanxi, no, Washington, DC is in chaos.
In addition to the fact that Umbrella is constantly clamoring on the Internet, the white house feels a little frustrated this time.
"It's not that they are in a state of turmoil, but that they are pouring dirty water on each other. Don't forget that the vice president and the senator are going to run for the next president."
This is an infighting in the blue camp.
"The purpose of remembering that we are to bring Percy's attention to Stevens and not to make the primary and secondary mistakes."
Xu Chuan was calling Nikita, and he was worried that this sister was having too much fun and forgot to do things.
"You'd better take care of yourself. Amanda's people have arrived, but Percy... are you really sure he's back here?"
"Sister, you have to think divergently. Who is competing with Madeleine Pierce now? And who is the next backer the organization can find?" Xu Chuan asked on the other side of the phone.
"You mean...well, I get it."
Percy or Amanda both need another supporter, and the vice president who competes with Madeline is almost the best candidate. After all, the candidates on the Red Crotch are really not reliable.
Since you want to surrender, of course you need to surrender a letter. Stevens, who can keep his competitors, is definitely a good meeting gift.
"Look, I've even found a competitive target for them."
Even if Percy and Amanda know what Umbrella did inside, it's an open plot and they will definitely jump.
Nikita sighed, "Well, poor Mr. Stevens, Percy and Amanda will really bite for him."
"If there is this sign, I'll trade it immediately."
The more chaotic the scene, the better, and the more chaotic the Umbrella, the better.
Put down the phone and start the car in Nikita, San Francisco, passing by a street from Stevens' house.
There are already a lot fewer reporters at Stevens' doorstep, but there are still many people waiting nearby.
This guy is very smart. He reveals the news to the media bit by bit like squeezing toothpaste. It is also for his own safety to hook these people.
You know, except Umbrella, there are at least six groups of people staring at his home nearby.
Amanda, Percy, CIA, NSA, FBI, and San Francisco local scenery.
And there are two other groups of unknown identities.
These people were very patient and were waiting around to see who would take action.
...
"The Asian who ran away in the stadium is a Han Chinese man named Han Chaopei. He was previously a professional killer of the MK Group."
Before the dinner began, Burkhoff sent him the results of the investigation.
"MK? What's the one who sings and dances in RAP?"
It’s more reliable to do these things. If you’re fine, you’re going to be a killer. Why don’t you make a movie with such a good image?
Xu Chuan complained, and the other two were lone wolves, so he really couldn't find anything out of his identity.
"Send an email to that idol company using the company's email address to ask them to take care of their dogs."
The underground world has its own operating rules, that is, the forest law that preys on the weak. This kind of small workshop that can only provide a single service can survive only by relying on the development of others.
It doesn't take a look at it to know that their clients are mainly social organizations in Asia, and they may have some relationship with those in Roanapra.
"I understand, I will notify Asia and let them teach each other a lesson."
Burkhoff finally talked about the guy who was hanging the reward, but he had not found any useful information.
"It's okay, take this matter slowly." Xu Chuan was not in a hurry. He wanted to play for a while.
The matter is not beyond his control now, and Xu Chuan is not worried about this person's reward, because except for these small characters, those who can really threaten him will not accept orders.
In this industry, except for those lunatics with mental problems, killing is never the purpose itself.
Otherwise, as long as you can afford the money, wouldn’t you want to kill whoever you want?
"Hi Bell, I didn't expect you to come. Today's incident was really surprising."
At six o'clock in the evening, Xu Chuan and Xuela arrived at Crod Taylor's dinner place, and this time there was no trouble on the way.
Taylor came up enthusiastically, "NYPD is so incompetent, and the identity of that woman has not been found out yet."
Xu Chuan shook hands with the other party, "It's not something they can blame, no one expected."
NYPD investigates these people may not be as good as Umbrella.
"You are such a good person, but don't worry here, I have arranged a professional security team."
If a man is given a good person card, he will teach the other person to be a new person in another situation.
"I'll introduce you to the owner of this building, Donnie, this is Griers." Taylor brought him to an old guy with a tall blond hair.
Xu Chuan held back his smile and stretched out his hand, "Hello, just call me Bell."
This old man not only likes to put his name on his own building, but also likes to play guest roles in movies.
Donnie reached out and shook Xu Chuan, "Bell, I heard Wayne talk about you, he said you are a very good guy."
This Wayne should be Allen's father. The two old Ansas always feel that it's nonsense when talking about themselves, but this old boy's hand is really strong.
"Snowla, you are still so beautiful." Donnie hugged Xuela beside Xu Chuan.
Then pull Xu Chuan aside, "Hey, Bell, you have a good vision."
The guests arrived one after another, and Taylor, as the organizer, stood in front and raised the champagne in his hand and said some words on the scene.
Of course, Xu Chuan is also the protagonist of the banquet, and what happened at noon will of course be the focus of everyone.
Someone kept coming over to say something to him, but after listening, he threw it behind his head.
...
"Mr. Stevens."
Stevens, who had just come out of the bathroom, saw the man in black standing at the door, and immediately chose to jump to the head of the bed, where a pistol should be placed.
"Don't do this, we're just here to talk to you."
The man in black spoke and showed the pistol in his hand, which was Stevens's one.
"Maybe, you want to say something to your wife and children?" the man in black continued.
Hearing this sentence, Stevens suddenly became soft.
Stevens and his wife have a son, and the couple went to Canada not in San Francisco.
After he recovered from his injury, he sent the person away. He was also worried that someone would not let him go. In this case, he dared not let someone come back.
I didn't expect that even so, I still couldn't defend myself.
"You don't have to worry, as long as you cooperate with us, they will be very safe."
The man in black made way open the door, meaning to let him come out.
In the living room of Stevens's house, an old man in a black shirt was sitting, looking at the newspaper on the table, as if he was at his own home.
The man was formally Percy and saw Stevens make a gesture of asking for help on the sofa in front of him.
"Long time no see, Mr. Stevens, oh by the way, former Mr. Dahuan," Percy greeted.
Of course they knew each other, before, they were all Madeleine Pierce's terror, and they could be regarded as colleagues.
"Percy, you're not..."
To be continued...
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