A great man said it well. We have already tightened the barriers and become more united. This is a defensive measure against the problem of poaching. It is undeniable that the United States is indeed an old empire that is good at poaching. From the president to the ordinary people, they are all under the banner of poaching.
This kind of romantic and open guise is about stealing other people's wives for fun, but having said that, if a fly doesn't bite a seamless egg, the half-inch red door will be opened for you. People like Xixili are born to like to use her little body to get around.
Slit balls between several men.
Omar was very angry. He could poach someone else's corner, but he couldn't tolerate the corner he had finally poached to be exploited for a second time by others. After learning about the scandal between Wilson and Hesili, he became angry, symbolizing the pinnacle of American power.
Several cups had been smashed on the floor of the white house, and he wanted to throw the microphone in his hand on old Wilson's face.
Wilson was actually a bit unjustly accused. He had hooked up with Hesili's husband-to-be, Colin, before she got married. Speaking of which, the two presidents picked up the worn shoes he had worn, and they were reluctant to part with them but also a little satisfied.
Because Sisili often said that he was bigger and thicker than the two presidents, as a man, he could despise those two in his heart.
Now the old General Wilson still doesn't know that the bare photos of him and Sisili have been sent to Obama. He only thinks that the president is using the high-level blackmail that he is best at. Often blackmailing people is the strong point of this blackmailer. He smacked his lips.
, smiled coldly, and said into the microphone: "Your Excellency, the Secretary of State and I are discussing how to solve the problem of those treasonous people. I think the ransom of 10 billion they proposed should be..."
Oppa interrupted him impatiently and snorted coldly: "General Wilson, turn on your computer right now and I'll show you something." After saying that, he hung up the phone directly, talking to such a veteran who was pretending to be stupid.
He won't give in to a ruffian who doesn't have something to say.
Wilson frowned. He instinctively sensed something wrong in the President's tone. Sisili beside him had already arranged his clothes, and the spring tide on his face had completely faded away in just a few minutes.
, this woman has regained her usual majesty in front of others, perhaps because of this inviolable appearance, men want to push her down and fuck her hard.
However, Wilson had lost interest now. He lowered his head and walked towards the computer with a frown on his face. Sisili also sensed that something was wrong and followed the old general calmly.
Perhaps because of his uneasiness, Wilson failed to press the power-on button on the computer case twice, and did not turn on the computer until the third time. His computer was specially encrypted and could be directly connected to the president's private network.
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Opening the mailbox, he saw that there was already an additional video file in it. When he clicked on the file with the mouse, Wilson's face suddenly turned red and slowly turned livid: "Fuck!" The old general finally roared and grabbed it.
The coffee cup on the table hit the opposite wall hard.
Boom! The cup disintegrated on the wall, turning into irregular porcelain fragments and flying everywhere. Fortunately, Wilson had already used the coffee inside to rinse his mouth, and no liquid was spilled.
Xisili leaned over and glanced at the image on the display screen, and her face immediately became ugly. As a woman, her status today is even more hard-earned. She doesn't know how many black and white sticks she has to endure in pursuit of power.
Baptism can be both enjoyable and painful. Almost every day, she keeps a bottle of lubricating oil and a bottle of painkillers in her bag. Those who don't know better think she is working hard for state affairs, and any pain caused by it is the same.
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"Who is it?" Xisili suppressed the urge to curse and said two words through her teeth. I believe that with her and Wilson joining forces, the guy who filmed the good things between the two of them would not be able to escape death even if he hid in the ends of the earth.
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When this woman saw the incident, her first thought was not how to remedy it, but how to take revenge. This is the so-called American logic, which can also be called gangster logic.
But Wilson's answer next made her panic. It can be said that there are a few people in the world that this pair of old lovers cannot afford to offend, but the one he mentioned was one of them.
"It's the president. The call just now was made by him. If we don't pay the ransom of 10 billion now, the damn alliance of superpowers will send these things to the Internet, and then it will be all over." Wilson is most worried now.
What's important is not that Obama knows about his scandals, but that these things are known to netizens around the world. If so, both his and Sisili's political careers will come to an end, and they will have to endure the scorn of countless people.
When Sisili heard the word president, his whole aura suddenly froze, like an eggplant beaten by autumn frost, wilting. Among the untouchable people in the world, this high-ranking black president is undoubtedly the number one.
"Fake!" Sisili shrugged helplessly and slumped down on the floor. But less than a second after she sat down, she jumped up with a scream, covering her excited feet on August 15th.
Why? A piece of broken porcelain from a coffee cup happened to hit the spot where the Secretary of State was sitting, and it was directly embedded in her anus when she sat down. The painkillers in her bag came in handy again today.
"Oh, dear, are you okay!" Wilson was about to step forward to check on Sisili's injury. Unexpectedly, the phone on the table rang again. He picked it up and put it to his ear. He was subconsciously preparing to explain, but suddenly he heard
A woman's voice came over the phone, and it turned out to be not the president.
"Dear General Wilson, I have decided not to go to Bingguo Island to collect the ransom. As for the location of delivering the ransom, it is not up to you to decide, because it is against the rules." The voice coming out of the microphone had a hint of joking.
, it was a great irony to Wilson's ears. It was that damn woman, she must have passed these things to the president.
The other end of the phone seemed to hear Wilson's thoughts, and continued: "Yes, I gave this little gift to President Obama. I hope he likes it. If you don't want to do what I said, I believe people all over the world will appreciate it."
To your old gun."
Wilson took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "What do you want?" Sisili on the side no longer cared about the bloody August 15th, and put his ears up to listen.
The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, as if he was deliberately testing the patience of a pair of old lovers. It took a full two minutes before the delicate voice rang again: "Dear General Wilson, I now solemnly tell you the location of the transaction.
You will naturally know when the ransom reaches the Seychelles waters. By the way, I would like to kindly remind you that if you take any ungrateful actions, that little gift will become the treasure of netizens around the world. Thank you!"