Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 874: President

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Earth, Babylon.

The floating island is as prosperous as it used to be, and it coincides that the death ring that has been held in several years will be re-convened. The nobles on the island are also lively to watch. For them, the war in the outer domain is not as exciting as the death ring in front of them. Coupled with the propaganda that the committee that organized the arena spared no effort, so the popularity of the floating island’s attention to the arena rose a little bit, and the things that the nobles talked about on weekdays changed from which team in the Garden of Eden to new results, and gradually changed. Which district the candidate is worth betting on.

It's just that most discerning people can see that there is a lot of publicity about this death arena, which is suspected of diverting people's attention. It's not known just who instructed it.

There is a White House in Babylon.

The style of the White House is based on the building of the same name in the old era, but its scale is greatly reduced. After all, even the President of the Federal Republic cannot squander it freely in Babylon. On the contrary, it is necessary to show the public in an image of diligence and thrift in order to gain public support. Throughout the centuries of ups and downs in the Federation, successive presidents have different styles. This year's president, Mobit, gave people a hard-line image of the army. Mobit, who was originally from the military, wore military uniforms no matter what occasion he took over as the president. He vigorously promoted the military power of the Confederation, and persuaded the Council to win the support of many wealthy aristocrats with the view of "how can a country become strong if a soldier is not strong". During his ten years in office, the Union force has advanced by leaps and bounds, and even the talents of Windsor Bellow have emerged, and they have shined on the chaotic battlefield. These ten years are destined to be a brilliant ten years in the history of the Federation!

Now, Mobit’s term is approaching. On the impressive floating island, in the political arena, there has not yet been any rookie to succeed. So if nothing happens, Mobit will succeed him for ten years. This means that the president's team can continue to shine. In that brilliant light, Idalian was convinced that she had a place.

Adalian is the chief secretary of the Presidential Cabinet. She is tall, blonde, **** and beautiful. Kesheng was cold, and there were a lot of people who pursued her, but she always turned her away thousands of miles away. No one in the White House knows the beauty of the iceberg, but she is cold to cold, and those flower veterans know that such a woman is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. It is a special feeling when she gets on the bed.

This woman is of civilian origin and has no family background. People like this, even in the White House, had already eaten some big shots of her. But who made her the secretary of President Mobitt? This big president was also a civilian and took great care of those who were also civilians. Although the President does not have a family backing, his influence in the army is only under Caprow. With millions of troops as his backing, who would be so stupid to provoke Mobit, but only to taste the beauty of the iceberg The touching taste?

Apparently not.

Furthermore, the president who is still in his prime, and the young and beautiful secretary. If there is nothing personal between the two, who will believe it? Even Mobitt himself does not believe that the president has been married until now and has never heard of any partner. Even if he is diligent in political affairs, some of his physiological needs will always be vented. So having a few secret bed partners is not a big deal.

And here, Erinda is undoubtedly the one who has won the most favor and the longest time.

At this moment, the secretary is looking bored at the propaganda of the new death ring on the light screen. Inside, a young man from District 7 made her a little bit more energetic. The young man named Abby was tall and magnificent. The well-defined muscles and mermaid lines intensified female hormones. Elenda's tightly closed legs tightened a little more calmly, but on the surface they were still expressionless.

Because she always looks cold and cold, Mobit can't put it down in bed. Even when this woman had an **** on the bed, her body was fiercely coordinated, but her face was indifferent. This contradictory appearance creates a huge gap, enough to make any man go crazy.

Elenda turned off the light screen.

The boy is good, but at most it is a toy. Besides, no matter how strong he is, Elenda doesn't believe he will be stronger than the man in the room. She had experienced Mobit's toughness more than once, the man seemed to be made of steel all over, even there. She can't remember how many times under Mobit's attack, she passed out at the happiest time. But when she woke up, the man was still conquering her body, and then she fainted again in a new round of happiness.

In short, every time after spending the night in the presidential bed, the next day in the White House, I never want to see this iceberg beauty.

Now, thinking of the president's taste, Erinda only feels soft, her heart beating faster, her legs are close together, and there is no gap in sight.

Suddenly the phone at the desk rang, it was an internal call from the White House. Erinda quickly answered, and without any surprise, Mobit's voice came out: "Miss Erinda, please make me a cup of coffee."

"Ok, please wait a moment."

Elenda got up, and after a while, she walked into the office with a cup of fragrant coffee. The windows of the office were open, and the wind was pouring in. It was a cold winter, and the wind was uncomfortable at all. Elenda was just an ordinary person, and her face turned pale because of the wind. I'm afraid that if this window is not closed, she will become a real iceberg beauty.

The overbearing figure standing by the window moved, and Mobit closed the window and let out a sulky breath from his mouth.

Elenda put down the coffee and said: "Mr. President, your coffee."

Then stand still.

I have been with Mobit for a while, and Erinda knows very well that the president is upset at this moment and wants to find someone to talk to. But she would not take the initiative to ask, it would be too unwise. So she just stood on the side, and if Mobit wanted to speak, she would listen. After listening, she will forget everything if she walks through this door.

This is her strength. She can stay with the president for so long, not just leaning on the bed and working hard.

Mobit went back, sat on a big chair behind the desk, took a sip of coffee, and suddenly said: "Lookson talked with me for a long time, hey, this time it’s the Beskard’s family. Show your face."

Elenda raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything.

Mobit seemed to be accustomed to this kind of self-talking, and said: "It turns out that the Garden of Eden is just a cover. The real purpose of the alien coalition invasion is to cover the so-called Death Star plan. What a big handwriting. It’s a deep game. The Grameen and Catu people alone can’t make such an arrangement. Behind it, there is indeed the supreme Agareth’s manipulating behind."

"Hey, he played a good game. It's a pity that the chess pieces off the board broke up the layout and fell short. How to say, we are still a little lucky. As for Bethkode, it is luck. Add yourself." Mobit put down the cup, tapped his finger on the table and said: "Allen from Beskard has done a great job. Ruson asked me what kind of military merit I have to award. Elenda, what do you do? Look?"

Elenda shook her head. The water in the Federation and the Nobles was mixed and deep. She was a smart woman, so she wouldn't intervene in it. What's more, Mobit is the one who really makes the decision. It would be okay for her to say that the President's mind was in the mind. In case you make a mistake, this is not asking for trouble?

Mobit didn’t care, and didn’t give a promise. Instead, he jumped to another matter: “I heard that Old Horn went to the surface and traveled in secret. But on the way home, he was attacked. The other party used it. After the Yanxing missile, a boy named Black Knife Mayphy was dispatched. That boy is good enough to deal with Old Horn, but it is more than a few. Do you know who did it?"

The blond secretary doesn't look squint, she doesn't want to know about these secrets. For ordinary people, the more they know, the faster they die. Although by Mobitt's side, probably the dirty water from the nobles' grievances would not spill on her, the lovely Linda was still shocked. Even she knew that Old Horn and Marshal Caprow were both legendary figures of that era.

Someone dared to deal with such a legend on the surface, and that courage is no longer daring to describe it.

As for whose idea it was, Erinda didn't want to know, let alone know.

But Mobitt still said: "No accident, eight out of ten, nine should be Beth Cordery's old Bell. That old boy had some ugly use with Mayne before, but it was called Anna. Destroyed. Not long ago in the Garden of Eden, Mayne shot Allen’s little guy even more, causing Fording to travel alone for a long time. The big thorn spoiled the Alexander’s turf, causing Des Moines and the Smith’s. The alliance was forced to stop. Hmph, it's a big taboo among the nobles to take action against the heir. Maine is also ruthless, but unfortunately, I still owe some luck. This time, I will see who he wants to wipe his butt."

Elenda almost wanted to seize the door, and there are a few things Mobitt said at the moment, which one is not a horror. Nothing in this should be known to ordinary people like her, but your Excellency the President just said it to her, which made Elenda wish she became deaf.

Mobit went around again: "If nothing happens, Bethkod and the Alexander family will go to full-scale war sooner or later. But with the old Bell, I guess Horn will solve this family internal conflict first. Then I thought about dealing with Alexander. At this time, Allen made a great contribution. Since Rusen asked me what merit should be given, I thought it would be better to send him a first-class military merit. That resource-rich numbered planet should fall to Beth. On Cord's head. Elenda, what do you think?"

The blonde secretary forced her composure and said: "Okay."

"Okay?" Mobit shook his head: "I don't think it is good, at least for Beskod. They have been attracting attention in recent years, plus this numbered planet, Beskod It should be enough to threaten the three giants above. And in this way, the old Bell should be more jealous of the position of the Patriarch, the old things may be tossed more noisily, and Horn may have a headache. Because at this time, Threatening the three giants is not conducive to the development of the family. But what does it matter to me? So this first-class military merit is still to be sent out, so in the next period of time, the nobles will probably be very busy. So you see, all plans are I can’t keep up with the changes at the right time. I don’t do anything. I just push the boat along the water and let the chess pieces fall as I want."

"When the nobles are in a mess, there will probably be some guys who will put them down and take the initiative to cooperate with us. After all, there is already a Maine before, and those old tunes can also be broken. Elenda, what do you think is the idea of ​​reshuffling the relationship between the nobility and the Federation?"

This time, the secretary dare not say a word.