"Hmph!" The President scoffed disapprovingly, "Yours? This country belongs to every citizen living here; they are the real masters of this nation. With your ntality, success is impossible. The President serves the people of the entire country, leading this nation on the path to becoming a strong nation, not to satisfy your lust for power!"
"Enough!" General Barton chuckled lightly, "If it weren’t for , this country would still be a territory of the Gula Royal Family. And who are you? Soone working as a clerk in the army, or a white-collar worker in so office building?"
The President’s face darkened, "You... you were involved in the coup back then as well?"
General Barton gave a cold smile and leaned towards the President, raising his finger to poke the President’s chest.
"Look closely at where you are now and watch your words!"
"Your Excellency, General!" An aide approached, handing him a docunt, which General Barton promptly took and threw in front of the President, "Sign it."
The President picked up the docunt with suspicion, quickly skimd through it, and imdiately shook his head.
"Impossible, I won’t sign it!"
This was a docunt that General Barton just had his aide draft. The docunt claid that this ti, Gan Yuan’s participation in the election was nothing but a conspiracy by A Country to seize F Country’s land.
The docunt, in the na of the President and Congress, expelled Gan Yuan from the country and canceled her candidacy, with a special ntion to end all cooperation with A Country.
"Is that so?"
General Barton leaned back in his chair, smiling a nacing smile, "I don’t think so."
He casually lifted his left hand and moved his index finger.
A subordinate standing nearby imdiately walked over and pulled the boy who was sleeping against his mother away.
"Mike!"
The First Lady, seeing her son being dragged away, imdiately stood up from her chair, wanting to protect her child. As soon as she stood up, a subordinate aggressively pulled her back and threw her into the chair again. When she attempted to struggle, the subordinate slapped her back into place and raised a gun to her face.
anwhile, the boy had already been dragged over and thrown at the President’s feet.
Suddenly being dragged out of his sleep, the boy was already sobbing uncontrollably in fear.
"Dad... Dad, help !"
He reached out his hand, trying to grab the President’s leg, but an aide’s large foot stepped on him forcefully, slamming his face onto the plane’s floor with a dull thud.
"Mike!"
The President scread, pushing aside the subordinate pointing a gun at him, and rushed to his son’s side. Just as he grabbed his son’s hand, several guns were already aid at him, so pointing at his head, others at his son.
In the backseat, the First Lady let out a low sob.
"Barton!" The President lifted his face, glaring angrily at General Barton, "I won’t betray my country, I will never let soone like you succeed."
"The President might want to think it over seriously," General Barton’s voice carried a chilling coldness, "Such a young child hasn’t experienced the beauty of this world, isn’t it a pity if he were to die like this?"
He gave a cold look, and his subordinate imdiately aid at the boy’s arm, finger slowly pulling the trigger.
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