Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165: Mr. President (3)
The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, and one of them gestured to the other, before turning around and leaving the room to notify General Barton.
A mont later, General Barton reappeared inside the room.
“I can promise to attend the press conference, but I have one condition. Before I participate, I want you to release my wife and children,” the President said, with bloodshot eyes glancing at Barton, frowning. “If you don’t agree, I absolutely won’t attend the conference.”
General Barton frowned and snorted coldly, “Do you think, at this point, you are still in a position to negotiate with ?”
The President didn’t speak; he simply stepped to the window, suddenly extending his hand and shattering the glass pane.
Picking up a shard of glass, the President raised it to his throat, pressing so hard that the sharp glass pierced his skin imdiately.
“If you don’t agree, I will die in front of you right now!”
He was still of use to General Barton, but except for his own life, the President had no other chips left.
For the sake of his wife and child, he couldn’t think too long; as long as they lived, it would be enough.
General Barton frowned and snorted again, and the President pressed down hard with the shard, quickly causing blood to ooze from the wound.
Seeing that he was serious, General Barton gritted his teeth in anger.
“Stop!”
The President secretly exhaled in relief, slightly moving the glass shard away.
“I want to see them!”
General Barton squinted and thought for a mont, then raised his hand to wave to a subordinate nearby.
“Bring them over.”
Soon, the President’s wife and child were brought into the room. Seeing the President’s condition, the wife imdiately pulled her son and rushed over.
“What’s happening, is it them?”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about !” The President raised his hand to hold her arm, looked up at General Barton, and embraced his wife, pretending to kiss her, then leaned close to her ear, “Take good care of the child. I’m sorry I didn’t take better care of you both.”
“No, it’s not your fault.” The wife cried as she raised her face, “It’s not your fault!”
The President reached over again, touched his son’s head, “Rember, listen to your mother, don’t always make her angry, okay?”
The child had already stopped crying, watching his father, and solemnly nodded. Over the past few days, the little one seed to have grown up quite a bit.
“Good boy!”
Bending down, he kissed his son’s forehead and hugged him for a mont, then extended his arms to embrace his wife again, stroking her long hair, biting his teeth as he stood upright.
“Send us to Chihe Bridge imdiately. Once they’re over the bridge, I’ll co back for the press conference!”
Seeing Barton’s hesitation to give the order, he imdiately raised the glass shard back to his vital point.
“Don’t play tricks with , or I’ll pierce myself and jump from here, and you’ll never succeed!” the President stared at Barton, with a look as if prepared to die.
Barton bit down, “Send them to Chihe Bridge.”
A mont later, the three were taken onto a helicopter, leaving the Presidential Palace.
The helicopter headed toward Chihe Bridge, with the President holding the glass shard in one hand and embracing his wife and child with the other.
Soon, the helicopter arrived near Chihe Bridge, lowering over the bridgehead, and the bodyguard imdiately threw the mother and child out of the helicopter.
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