"No!" The President scread as he lunged forward, pushing away the man’s gun and protecting his son. "Don’t hurt him, this has nothing to do with him."
Two subordinates imdiately rushed over, grabbing the two of them and preparing to separate them.
At this mont, the plane had already arrived over Jinsha City in the Northwest Capital and began lowering its altitude. As the aircraft shook, the President took the opportunity to rush over and hold his son, shielding the boy who was terrified and full of tears in his arms.
"Even if you force to sign, it’s useless. A docunt of this nature requires Congress’s approval."
"Do you really think I don’t understand?" General Barton turned his face slightly. "Chapter Two of the Presidential Charter provides that, in special circumstances, the President has independent authority."
The plane decreased its altitude and stopped over the ground of the General Residence.
A young officer waiting on the grass imdiately ran up, opened the cabin door, "Reporting to Your Excellency General, a prisoner was captured at the third base."
"Oh?" General Barton got up and walked to the edge of the cabin door, "Where is the person?"
"I’ve already given orders to have them brought to you, and they should be on the way now, arriving soon," the young officer replied.
"Very good." General Barton glanced sideways at the President, who was sitting on the floor holding his son in a trance, "Take him to a room and make him sign. If he refuses... kill his son first, then his wife, and then... kill him!"
"Yes!"
Several subordinates imdiately pounced like wolves, capturing the President, his wife, and son, and dragging them off the helicopter.
The young officer nearby noticed the disgraced President, raised his eyebrows, and then gave a cold smile.
The President’s heart sank as he observed this expression from his opponent.
It was apparent that General Barton’s subordinates were extrely loyal to him and had little regard for the President. This ti, the chances of escaping from here seed impossible.
As they were dragged behind General Barton towards the mansion, a convoy was also driving through the gates.
By the ti General Barton sat comfortably in the tiger chair and took the refreshnts handed over by a servant, the convoy had already stopped outside the door. Several soldiers jumped out of the vehicles, and soon a figure covered in blood, mud, and blackened ashes was dragged into the living room and thrown in front of General Barton.
"Your Excellency General, it’s her!"
Barton lifted his face from the teacup and glanced at the figure on the floor.
At this mont, the person on the floor had raised their face. Seeing the half-burned side that was charred black, General Barton also frowned.
"General!" By now, that person had crawled rapidly towards him. Just as they were about to get close, the young general was already standing protectively in front of him. General Barton raised his palm, and the young officer finally stepped aside.
The person no longer crawled forward but half-knelt on the ground and said, "General... I am not a prisoner. You must believe , I am with Colonel Sam."
"Nonsense," the officer kicked her strongly, "If you’re not a prisoner, why did you run upon seeing us?"
"I...I thought you were with Huangfu Jue," the person raised her pitiful face, "General, I am indeed one of Colonel Sam’s people, you ntioned wanting to et before, I... I am Qian Xueying."
"Qian Xueying?"
General Barton squinted as he inspected the bloodstained face of the person.
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