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Damn Dick Cheney

Marshall's purpose in bringing up the old issue was to escalate the conflict, and she clearly succeeded: the military's words were hard to circumvent, and it was only natural for the program team to challenge the military.

Amanda is not a god and cannot influence other people's thoughts, but she has her own ways of solving problems.

"Sheriff Harvey, Mr. Warren, I have a question for you: do you really understand what kind of creatures we're facing?"

"Obviously you know nothing about this, but I do know that I have dealt with them and had small-scale conflicts. They are an intelligent race from outer space, not just camel terrorists from the Middle East. Their technology is far more advanced than ours, and they have a history of hundreds or even thousands of years."

They can infiltrate our computer systems without leaving a trace, spy on our daily lives, obtain all the information we want to hide, and even control nuclear weapons.

"Like at this meeting, who can guarantee they won't be wiretapped? And even if they know they're being wiretapped, who has the ability to detect it?" "Former Vice President Dick Cheney was kidnapped from his own home, and the Secret Service guards were powerless to stop it?" "Do you really think that having FBI, CIA, and special forces personnel present will guarantee our safety?"

"Stop dreaming, that's impossible. The red-skinned alien's abilities far exceed our imagination. Once he arrives, no one can escape."

The moment the words were spoken, the conference room fell into dead silence.

Amanda's words struck a nerve with everyone.

Those who are able to attend the meeting are all high-ranking and powerful people who know how to threaten others and hate being threatened.

Now there's a knife to their necks, and they're powerless to do anything about it. They don't even know who owns the knife. Just thinking about it is agonizing.

Joel Nash noticed the change in the crowd and couldn't help but pat Amanda on the shoulder, saying, "No need to thank the founders of the Sky Eye Association, they really know their stuff."

Seeing that no one spoke, CIA Director Ted Lambert expressed his opinion: "The alien case can be handled by a joint team formed by the FBI, CIA and the Department of Defense. I disagree with handing it over to someone who doesn't know how to handle aliens, because that will only bring more trouble."

Joint team?

Joel smiled inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"This is a good suggestion. Through cooperation among the three agencies, we can definitely solve the alien problem. But there are a few questions I'd like to clarify: Who will be in charge of the joint team? How will the workforce be allocated? How will the power be distributed? Which department will be responsible if problems arise? This involves three departments, so this needs to be carefully considered. It would be best to develop a detailed plan. Do you have a blueprint?"

Everyone glanced at Ted Lambert instinctively, but he closed his eyes in resentment: Why are you looking at me? I just made a suggestion, I didn't say I was responsible.

Joel turned his gaze to FBI Director Jack Harvey and the Secretary of Defense, who also remained silent.

What joint task force? Damn it.

Seeing this, Jolton laughed, a very happy laugh. In all his years as president, he had never felt so triumphant. How did you, a man who wasn't usually so arrogant, turn into a dog? Useless thing, daring to introduce yourself to powerful figures in the Middle East. Once you encounter aliens, you're all cowards.

He was inwardly laughing hysterically, his gaze toward Amanda growing increasingly kind; this woman was simply his lucky star.

“Ms. Waller, what else do you need regarding the action plan? You two can discuss it together.”

Amanda stood up, gripping the table tightly with both hands, and said with unusual force.

"I assure you that I will resolve the alien problem within seven days. If I fail to do so, I will take full responsibility."

Well said

The plan is set. Within seven days, you must work closely with Amanda. If anyone or any department dares to disobey orders, I will use presidential powers to send these troublemakers, along with their superiors, to Arkham Prison.

"I am the president of the rice company; I have this right."

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Chapter 1083 Gaining a Good Helper

When Joel Nash was tough, the office had to be soft, and as men, few like to be soft, so the meeting ended hastily in a dull atmosphere.

The president's goal was not to use the alien incident to build a force solely for himself, a fact that was clear to everyone present, and the reason for their discontent was Amanda.

This woman is difficult to deal with; she will definitely use this opportunity to poach people from various organizations and build her own power base.

In fact, that's exactly what Amanda did.

As soon as the meeting ended, the FBI, CIA, and Department of Defense received a list inviting them to contribute to the nation by joining the newly established Sky Eye Association.

These people are not top professionals.

Everyone understands that talent is hard to find, but when faced with a transfer order personally signed by the president, department heads can only wipe their noses and send the person away.

Amanda had only one day to assemble a SWAT team before boarding an Air Force fighter jet and heading to the West Coast of the United States.

At 2 p.m., two black Hummers appeared in front of a secluded bar in the seaside city.

Amanda, dressed in a black dress, got out of the car, leaving her men outside, and went into the bar alone.

The bar was nearly empty, with only a female bartender and a flirtatious customer.

Amanda went to the bar, ordered a glass of water, and muttered something.

Why meet in a place like this?

Xu Fu took a sip of his cocktail, winked at the bartender Lina, and said in Portuguese.

"Wait for me in the back, there's a big surprise coming up."

Lina shyly crossed her arms in front of her chest and swayed her round, plump buttocks as she walked to the side.

Xu Fu's gaze lingered on the girl's thighs for a moment, then he looked away tenderly and said...

"I've been having a headache lately and can't show my face."

Amanda dismissed it: "Seaside City has its own headaches too."

Xu Fu shrugged: "I am a human being, not a god."

"It's a woman, right!"

Xu Fu gave a thumbs up: "I like talking to smart people! So, what's in it for me?"

Has that red-skinned alien approached you?

"guess?"

Amanda did not deny that "Dick Cheney told me that aliens got a name from him, and that name is you."

Xu Fu sighed: "People who come from the White House are really untrustworthy. I clearly told him that he has no right to call me by my name. It seems he needs to be punished..."

"I threatened the lives of his two daughters."

Xu Fu was stunned for a moment, then said, "Ms. Waller, you are a despicable person."

"A friend of a friend"

Xu Fu put down his wine glass and said, "You guessed right, that alien did come looking for me." "We exchanged a few pleasantries," "and then he left, covered in wounds."

"He's hurt!"

Amanda's heart leaped with joy, and she hurriedly asked, "Where is he?"

Xu Fu shook his head, downed the cocktail, stood up, and walked toward the exit.

Amanda suppressed her anxiety and said coldly.

Tell me, where is he?

Xu Fu shook his finger: "Miss Waller, don't expect others to help you with everything. Cooperation is based on a balance of power. If even this problem can't be solved, my $100 investment will be wasted."

The words had barely left his mouth when he vanished.

"asshole!"

Amanda muttered something under her breath, then pulled out ten dollars and slapped it on the table.

Half an hour later, a member of the "Young Masters Gang" entered the tavern, placed a beautifully decorated gift box on the bar, and told the dejected mentor, Lina, that...

"This is a surprise from the boss."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Lina curiously opened the gift box, where a giant vibrating mushroom made of jade stood on a red background.

Blood gushed from Lina's lovely freckled face at a visible speed. Three seconds later, her entire chest and above were stained red with blood. She bit her lip slightly, looked around, and quickly stuffed a handful of surprises into the counter when no one was looking.

...

Unable to get a reply from Xu Fu, Amanda had to find another way. Soon, she found Adam Hammond, who was hiding, and learned from him why the aliens went to the base. Based on all the data, she concluded that the aliens' target was likely Hector Hammond.

Since the other party's target is themselves, then it's simple.

Two days later, Amanda, as the person in charge of the kidnapping case, held a press conference. At the conference, she talked at length about President Joel Nash's achievements and the strict measures he took to ensure national security. At the end of the press conference, she unexpectedly learned that Highcourt was still alive.

Reporters rushed to ask questions like sharks smelling blood, but Amanda shook her head and said that what she had just said was wrong and that everyone should not take it seriously.

At Base No. 2, Xu Fu, who had been following the news closely, was at a loss.

Amanda, known as the "Great Devil," was quick-witted, but this was such an obvious trap that Senisto must have anticipated it long ago.

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Xu Fu thought for a while and shook his head slightly: It doesn't matter if we can't see it. The Green Lantern Corps is right behind Sinestro. If a conflict really breaks out, the US government will definitely suffer.

As a gang leader, he welcomed the government's defeat with open arms.

At that moment, Adam came over.

"Young Master, Director Hugo called and wants to see you."

Tell him I'm busy.

Xu Fu waved his hand impatiently: This fat freak does nothing but ask for money and beg for favors from others.

Adam turned away, then turned back after a while and said...