"You are?"

Standing at the doorstep, Mike Burns frowned at the two men in suits. Just now he went out to walk the dog back, was preparing to take a bath to go to bed, but before entering the bathroom, the doorbell rang.

When I saw the first sight of the two people, intuition told him that the two were probably political hackers. When he was a governor, he received a business card from such people almost every few days.

But since he came to Washington, this situation has stopped a lot.

Although he has taken a step further in his duties, everyone knows that the US Vice President is a mascot.

"Self-introduction, my name is Eugene Eric, this is my assistant, Kaiyin Jie." Eric introduced himself politely and handed out his business card. "This is Please accept my business card."

After taking the business card and swiping his eyes, Burns put it in his pocket and frowned.

"Oh, then Mr. Eric, may I have anything to do with you?"

"In short, we are from K Street and would like to talk to you about work problems." Eric smiled politely.

"K Street?" Like what I heard something funny, Pengs smiled. "Then you are probably looking for the wrong person. Isn’t your boss telling you that looking for a vice president? Members are reliable."

Eric and his partner Jay looked at each other, smiled and continued to look at Burns.

"We are more willing to call you the future president than the vice president."

Penns frowned, just preparing to say something, Eric took the lead.

"Don't invite us to sit in?" Eric said.

Burns squinted and returned to normal, saying in a relaxed tone.

"Of course, I am planning to do this."

Entering the house, Burns asked his wife to prepare a glass of orange juice for each of them, and then took a cup of boiling water and sat on the sofa in the living room. After his wife went to sleep upstairs, Burns immediately asked.

"You are going to play the Trang spectrum?"

"...you can think so, but I can't say anything," Eric smiled.

"You can't succeed," leaned on the sofa, and Pengs said with a smile. "You have to impeach the president, and you don't have any chances before he does anything that is insulting."

The impeachment procedure must first be reviewed by the Judicial Committee of the House of Representatives for evidence of alleged evidence to determine whether a formal impeachment investigation has begun. If the impeachment procedure is initiated, the House of Representatives can approve the impeachment clause with a majority of votes and then send it to the Senate. But when it comes to the Senate, a two-thirds majority is required to convict the impeached. If the object of impeachment is the president, the trial of the Senate will also be presided over by the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.

If the impeachment case is initiated, both the Senate and the Supreme Court must be involved. From a procedural point of view, it is known how difficult it is to impeach a president. Even if Wall Street has a good day, it is impossible to buy two-thirds of Senate members.

In the history of the United States, Congress only conducted impeachment investigations on three presidents, but none of them was finally dismissed.

"Don't say if we have a chance to succeed," Eric smiled. "We are here to visit you, just want to talk to you about what happened after you became president."

"After becoming president?" Burns raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "If you really make me a president."

"Please believe us, of course we can," interrupted Burns's words. Eric nodded seriously and then gave a look to the assistant next to him, indicating that he had taken the contract out of his briefcase.

"This is..." Burns frowned slightly.

"A secret contract, as long as the parties fulfill their respective obligations, then this contract will not be known to a third person," said Eric, who opened the first page of the contract and pointed his finger at one of the terms. "If you are president, then you must maintain a tough attitude during the four-year term, such as on the Colombian issue, such as on the Pacific issue... you should understand what I mean."

"Of course." He took the boiled water in the cup. After Pengs put down the cup, he picked up the document and said faintly. "These things don't need you to say, I know what to do."

He not only knows what this sentence means, but also probably guess who sent the two.

According to the analysis of the Wall Street Journal, if the United States joins the Earth Defense Alliance and expects to cash, the North American arms market will usher in the largest shrinkage of this century. Even the most conservative estimate, this number will not be lower than Apple's market value.

In this way, who can not sit still, have to guess?

Turn the file to the last page, in the line of the payer, and sure enough, he saw a familiar and expected surname.

Morgan...

......

The three-day state visit was over.

At the airport in Coro, Jiang Chen had sent Trang to the side of the ramp and shook hands with him before boarding the plane.

"I wish you a good trip."

"Haha, thank you," Trang scored and grasped Jiang Chen’s right hand and said with a smile, "Coro City is a good place, and Penglai City. It’s a pity that I didn’t go to the Star Ring City this time. I have a chance to come here again, I have to go see it!"

"There are still many opportunities in the future." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

The Trang spectrum was sent to the plane until the plane took off, and Jiang Chen turned to the VIP channel of the airport.

Standing at the entrance to the passage, Aisha is waiting there.

“Let the ghosts of North America pay attention to this, and this time will focus on protecting the safety of the Trang spectrum.”

Aisha licked her head and looked at Jiang Chen.

"Do you think Morgan's people will do it to him?"

"Those people have done everything, they have to be careful." After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen went on to say, "Let's do it, you let Bernice pay attention to it. At least before the negotiation of the treaty, we must ensure that He is still alive. There is also the Boston Consortium, who will talk to them today and they know what to do."

"I will go here." Aisha seriously nodded.

On the other side, the plane has taken off for a while.

Sitting in the seat was a bit boring, and Trang scored his head and looked forward. He suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he blew a whistle at the passing flight attendant, revealing his white teeth with a smile he thought was charming.

“Can I have a cup of coffee for me?”

The style of the air was white, and the flight attendant turned to the direction of the nose, and soon returned to the side of the Trang spectrum.

"Mr. President, your coffee."

"Thank you."

After picking up the hot paper cup, Trang scored close to the mouth and blew it, licking the coffee in the cup.

At this moment, he sucked his nose and his brow was slightly wrinkled.

I don't know if it is his illusion. From the beginning, he faintly smelled a trace of smell.

Frowning, Trang scored around.

Just as his eyes fell out of the window, the expression on his face suddenly solidified...