And these bastards can easily earn hundreds of millions of US dollars of illegal wealth without any psychological burden, and certainly without any punishnt.
Unfair, this is too unfair!"
Having seen too much, Zhou Qingfeng also felt a chill on his scalp. He could only pat Porter’s shoulder and whispered, "Porter, pull yourself together. They’re nothing but demons wandering in the human world, just get rid of them."
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The Departnt of Holand Security only noticed Dias’ disappearance three days later, but initially, it didn’t cause any waves, nor was it easy to track down his exact whereabouts.
On the other side, after secretly preparing for several days, Zhou Qingfeng entered the ’White House’, symbolizing the power center of the United States.
Before eting the dia, the countryman Vice President t Zhou Qingfeng alone in the Oval Office, seriously asking, "Harden, can I trust you?"
Zhou Qingfeng looked around to make sure no one was present. His gaze swept across the Vice President’s neck, revealing a glint of nace—the Vice President montarily felt a chill down his spine, as if prey being stared down by a predator.
"Mr. Vice President, I still don’t know what you want to do. Naturally, I can’t make any promises.
As a forr tax investigator, I’m actually better at capturing those cunning criminals rather than sitting in an office handling paperwork.
I’ve sent business tycoons, cri bosses, governnt officials to jail, all tough nuts my colleagues wouldn’t dare crack.
If you want to eliminate soone, or even a group of people, I’m willing to give it a try and take the challenge.
But if you rely wish for to handle HR and financial managent, cutting governnt staff and controlling budgets, I must say, you’ve got the wrong person."
Upon hearing this, the countryman was instantly agitated; he slamd the table and shouted, "It’s you, your ability to eliminate dissent is what I need.
Now, many within the governnt refuse to listen to , instead wanting a re-election, to replace with soone else. I allow you to use any ans to clear out those guys."
Zhou Qingfeng couldn’t help but sneer internally, "Party struggle, huh? It’s truly a sight of a late-stage dynasty."
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Later, in the solemn and stern Oval Office, Zhou Qingfeng, with his hand placed on the Bible, faced countless flashing dia caras and ticulously read the oath of office.
For this important mont, he deliberately chose a dark blue suit, paired with a white shirt underneath, and a deep red tie hanging conspicuously across his chest.
The inauguration ceremony was scheduled at 9 am in Washington, translating to 9 pm in distant Dongda.
Several high-ranking leaders intentionally stayed by their screens to watch this cross-ti zone broadcast.
When Zhou Qingfeng in the Oval Office recited the carefully polished script word by word to the cara,
there was no need to wait until the ceremony ended; dostic leaders exchanged complex and incredulous glances, whispering sighs to each other.
"Is this... truly one of ours?"
"I personally penned the script he recited, every word carefully asured."
"The color coordination of the suit, the style of the tie, completely according to our prior requirents."
"Isn’t the US political arena too unserious? Such a major loophole, yet no one noticed?"
Throughout history, both dostic and foreign, incidents of fake officials have existed, but mostly in the information-scarce ancient tis.
In modern society, under public scrutiny, such a bizarre impersonation could occur, truly bewildering, like a fantasy tale.
"Such an important undercover asset, it’s better to keep him dormant and wait for the right mont."
"Sigh... this young man is still too reckless; too many know his real identity. Once exposed, the consequences would be unthinkable."
"On the dostic side, we can only elevate his confidentiality level to the highest grade, absolutely forbid anyone from contacting him casually, all information transmissions must undergo strict approval."
"If he can indeed transmit any critical intelligence, we must handle it ourselves, never leaving it to others, just in case."
Several ’high-level’ leaders t for discussion, eventually realizing a rather absurd reality, "Hiss... does this an we’re governing two superpowers simultaneously?"
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