Martin Walker nodded, noncommittal about this subordinate's behavior, and listened carefully to her report, "We believe that the threats against the president have increased fourfold after his televised speech. The Department of Homeland Security is monitoring a
Potentially dangerous person."
"OK", Martin Walker put down the document in his hand and rubbed his forehead, "I think some of you already know that this is the last week before my retirement." He looked at the subordinates who had worked with him for a long time with a serious expression.
Down.
"So I want to tell you clearly, if there is any celebration cake or other inexplicable things... I will make it look good for you." Before he finished speaking, two agents walked in pushing a trolley with cakes.
"I hate you..."
It was obvious that this was a long-planned move by everyone in the Secret Service. Everyone presented their gifts, then divided up the cake with congratulations on retirement written on it in cream, and started working on their own.
In the Oval Office of the White House, Martin Walker said hello to the secretary outside the door, opened the door and walked into this world-famous office. James Sawyer was sitting behind the Resolute Desk and watching his subordinates hand over his briefing.
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This table was a gift from Queen Victoria to U.S. President Hayes in 1880. The wood was taken from the British Arctic Ocean exploration ship Resolute. In 1961, President Kennedy placed the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office for the first time as a dedicated desk for the president.
"Hi, Martin." Sawyer raised his head, took off his glasses, and greeted this veteran employee who had been serving in the White House for more than ten years. He stood up and walked out from behind the desk, "How's Kevin doing?
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Kevin Walker is Martin's only son. He previously served in the Marine Corps. During the military operation in Yemen, his company was attacked by surface-to-surface missiles. The entire company suffered almost all casualties. However, Kevin Walker was patrolling the perimeter.
, it was relatively far away and I was very lucky to survive, but my injuries were quite serious.
"He is much better. Compared with those soldiers who died in battle, he is already very lucky." As a traditional old-school soldier, Martin Walker is always unsmiling.
Sawyer patted his shoulder, knowing his character, "You are retiring in a week, so don't be so nervous. By the way, how is the schedule for the G8 Summit going?" Sawyer leaned on his desk.
, let Martin sit on the sofa.
"The advance team has already set off. Air Force One will land at Charles de Gaulle Airport and then take a helicopter to the Elysée Palace." Martin Walker opened the document in his hand and reported the planned itinerary to the president. "The French side has made arrangements.
A security team of 15,000 people has been deployed, and the location of the venue has been placed under high security."
After Martin said this, he pondered for a moment, "Mr. President, with all due respect, it's really hard to say what will happen after your speech is over. I hope to increase manpower to deal with emergencies."
"No problem, you can do it." Sawyer flipped through the documents casually without making any comments. It is best to leave these matters to professionals. Martin has served in the Secret Service for so many years and has dealt with countless emergencies.
It would be more appropriate to leave the matter to him.
After saying this, Martin stood up and said, "Okay, Mr. President."
"Martin, do you also have opinions on my policies?" Sawyer knew that Martin Walker came from a military family. His family came from the Civil War and was definitely quite resistant to the peace agreement he had proposed before.
of.
Martin, who was about to walk out of the office, stopped and said, "Mr. President, you have your responsibilities, and I have mine. However, all I can say about your policies is that I will not vote for you next time." After that, he went straight.
Went out.
Sawyer smiled and said, "This old guy still can't speak."
Back at the Secret Service office, Martin called Carol, "We need to add some manpower and let Mike Banning and the others come back." Mike Banning is also an agent of the Secret Service. The United States Secret Service is not the only one.
Duty to protect the President.
The U.S. Secret Service, also called the Secret Service, was not originally established to protect political figures, but to combat counterfeit currency. After the assassination of U.S. President William McKinley in 1901, Congress required the Secret Service to begin protecting the president.
The Secret Service's primary jurisdiction is currently to prevent and investigate the counterfeiting of U.S. dollars and bonds, and to protect the President, Vice President, President-elect and Vice President-elect, former Presidents and their spouses (unless the spouse remarries), 120 prior to the election
Presidential candidates and vice-presidential candidates confirmed within the day, children and grandchildren of current and former presidents under the age of 16, visiting foreign heads of state and government and their spouses, individuals designated by presidential decree and persons designated by the Department of Homeland Security
National special security incident.
Mike Banning has been investigating a counterfeit money case. Now that the case is coming to an end, it's time to bring him back.
"Carroll, you can handle the rest of the matter." Martin Walker handed all the compiled documents to this subordinate, whom he was very optimistic about. "There are only five days until the G8 Summit. Do it well. I have already
Submitted your letter of recommendation to the ministry."
Carol Fennetti was pleasantly surprised at first, and then looked at her boss with confusion, "I'm going on vacation." Martin looked at her eyes and smiled.
In Carol's impression, this guy has never taken a vacation before an important task. Although he will retire in a few days, everyone knows that Martin will work until the last minute, "Why?"
"Why, I am retiring soon. Of course I have to use up all the vacation I have saved. I have already told the president, just go ahead and do it." Martin's face was very gentle. He also wanted to serve until the last moment.
But the doctor told him that he had a tumor the size of a golf ball in the frontal lobe of his brain and that he could live for up to three months.
I have served this country diligently all my life, and my last days should be spent with my family.
"Okay, don't bother me anymore. I don't want to see these documents and reports anymore." Martin took off the holster under his arm, put it in the desk drawer, locked it, and then got out of the chair.
Go up and pick up your coat.
"I'll give you a piece of advice, even if you get divorced, don't fill your life with work, interact more with the opposite sex." Martin looked around his office and made a joke with Carol.
"Ted, your sleeve buttons are unbuttoned." Martin walked out of the office, and quickly left the place where he had worked for half his life in the eyes of everyone's doubts, without any nostalgia.