Chapter 5300 Mr. President, I have long admired your name

Lu Zihan walked forward calmly, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the men walking towards him calmly.

He glanced over them lightly and could tell at a glance that they had guns hidden on their waists.

The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly.

The man walked up to him, very close, with three black guns pointed at him in his pockets, not asking but informing, "Mr. Lu, please come with us."

Lu Zihan didn't have any objections, didn't ask, and got in the car calmly.

Until the car drove to an open and quiet place, they took him onto a military helicopter.

The helicopter left Las Vegas and flew to Washington.

Finally landed at the White House.

The guards searched Lu Zihan and led him through the secret passage to the innermost study room.

Extremely luxurious and elegant decoration.

The huge national emblem of the United States hangs at the top, majestic and solemn.

Lu Zihan stood with his slender legs in front of the desk. The man sitting in the bulletproof chair in front of him turned around, stood up and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Lu."

Lu Zihan smiled faintly, and the surprise between his brows was also very light. He stretched out his hand to shake his hands politely, "Mr. President, I have long admired you."

"sit."

The President of the United States smiled handsomely and ordered someone to make coffee and bring it over. He clasped his hands in front of the table and said, "Mr. Lu, are you surprised that I would come to you? You have a very calm personality and you are good at doing big things."

Lu Zihan raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.

He was waiting for him to say.

The president pulled a document from the side and handed it to him.

Lu Zihan reached out and opened it.

"Lu Zihan, the second son of the Lu family in Las Vegas, was fostered abroad because he was born sick. His brother Lu Yuwei died after falling from a bar. His sister-in-law Windsor was raped to death by Mo Beiyan's men. The fetus in her belly was miscarried. Her parents

He died of illness and the Lu family declined."

"I was taken away by the Wen family in Canada when I was more than four years old and tortured. I escaped from the Wen family when I was nine years old and was forced to join the North American children's dark/dark organization. I was hired by the British MI6 as a first-level killer for two years and executed.

Since mission 378, I have never failed. I later studied at Harvard, worked on Wall Street after graduation, and later served as the acting president of MR...resigned half a month ago and now works for Huangsen Group."

"My private life is simple, my relationship history is clean, I live alone, and I currently live in Jingyi Apartment 4021. There are two women I have the closest contact with, one is Wen Yan, a celebrity, the second daughter of the Canadian Wen family, and Windsor's biological sister, and the other is Mo Xinnian.

The eldest daughter of Mo Beiyan, the eldest young master of the Zangmen Mo family."

The president said calmly.

It is his detailed information, from childhood to adulthood, down to the smallest details.

A stack of photos was then thrown away.

These are the photos of him getting along with Mo Xinnian, Wen Yan, and Mrs. Chang these days. They are all in high definition.

Lu Zihan glanced at it casually, raised the corners of his mouth, and laughed softly, "Mr. President, you are so leisurely and leisurely, do you want to investigate my matter?"

The president smiled and said, "Why don't you become a killer?"

"I'm tired." Lu Zihan sat casually with his long legs crossed, "I want to live a normal life."

The president pointed his index finger on the table, "After taking revenge, are you ready to live a good life?"

Lu Zihan raised his eyelids lightly, "Mr. President, speak directly if you have something to say."

"You must know about Mo Nanjue. People in the UK told me that he has been missing in the Dire Grove forest for three months. Mo Beiyan and Mu Chengfei have been looking for him, but in fact they are also worried about it.

Everyone knows that after such a long time, there is no way he is still alive."

The president leaned back, lit a cigar, and said sharply and deeply, "Over the years, our government and the Tibetan forces have maintained a mutually beneficial and win-win situation, and Mo Nanjue can indeed find no fault in what he did.

I have never thought about touching the Zangmen, but now...since Mo Nanjue is dead, there is no need to keep the Zangmen."
Chapter completed!