Seeing Flynn's murderous intentions show, his expectant eyes finally became gloomy. His hand holding the pocket of his pants was also put down at this moment. However, he did not hide, but watched Flynn rush over, his blue eyes were filled with compassion and helplessness.

Flynn finally approached, holding the glass fragments raised high, her bloodthirsty gaze locked in Friedman's throat. As long as she thrust her high hand, blood would splatter on the spot. But just as Flynn raised her hand was full of strength and was about to kill a blow, her chest suddenly trembled violently, and then an inexplicable colic suddenly hit her whole body. Flynn suddenly realized something and looked at Friedman opposite in astonishment.

At this time, Friedman was still indifferent to Zhang, as calm and polite as usual, but the unhidden indifference in his eyes and the blood on the corners of his mouth made people feel a chill from the bottom of his heart in a polite manner. Flynn's body began to twitch, and her eyes widened in disbelief, and a word popped out:

"Is it wine?"

Friedman did not answer, but nodded politely. Seeing this, Flynn couldn't help but smile: "Why?"

"You are too tired and should have a rest!"

"Is it the International Federation of Arms... or... or... the beasts on Wall Street..."

Friedman did not answer again, because the sentence just now had explained everything, Flynn was naturally unwilling to give up, but he did not have the chance to ask again, because the sudden poison had begun to numb his nervous system, and his trembling lips wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Finally, in the more severe colic, Flynn could no longer hold on, covered her chest and fell to the ground with a thud, then raised her eyes, gasping heavily, and gradually dissipated eyes looked at Friedman standing in front of her unwillingly. Suddenly, his remaining eyes appeared,

In his thirties, he is tall and tall, dark yellow hair, and a slightly slender face, which looks very much like his first love, and of course he is more like himself. He is his son, his only son, who was ruthlessly driven out of the house because of a headless case more than ten years ago. From then on, the father and son never met again, but he did not expect that when he was about to die, he would appear next to him again...

At this moment, Flynn finally understood. The unwillingness in his eyes gradually turned into relief and relief. His mouth was trembling even more. He seemed to say the half of what he said when he drove his son out.

A person with kind thoughts can never be called the heirs of the Flynn family. Only cold-blooded and cruel can be called the son of me, Melderson Flynn. Today I am proud of your cold-bloodedness. You are my favorite son...

The words I wanted to say were in my mind for a long time, struggling and hoping, but I couldn't say it. Finally, the toxins broke out again, engulfing the only meaning in Flynn's mind little by little. Then my eyes began to dissipate, my pupils gradually dilated, the spasm became soothing, and my body temperature dropped rapidly. A few seconds later, Melderson Flynn, who once dominated the United States, finally became a cold corpse...

"I finally understand what you said to me back then. If you want the Flynn family to stand firm, you must not be kind. Don't worry, my dear father, your son will fulfill your ambitions in your heart for you..."

At the moment when Flynn died, the young man leaned down and said, holding Flynn's cold forehead and kissing him. His words were filled with reluctance and respect. However, the next moment when he put down his father's body and stood up again, there was no sadness in his blue eyes, only his vigorous ambition and bloodthirsty coldness...

"Sir, the old man's characteristics are exactly the same as myocardial infarction, and even the best pathologists cannot distinguish them!"

The old butler Friedman quickly bent down respectfully the moment the young man got up, just like he did to Mildson Flynn. A strange sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then turned around. A wisp of the setting sun hit his handsome and steady face.

If the member of the coalition command who was far away in Saudi Arabia was here at this time, he would definitely be shocked to fall to the ground, because this young man was no one else, the confidant of General Schwartzkopf, who had just been dismissed, General Advisor of the coalition command, and Brigadier General of the Air Force,

However, what everyone unexpectedly was that this young general with a civilian background was actually the only son of Melderson Flynn. Even though he had an incorrect origin, had many conflicts with Flynn and was kicked out of the house by his ruthless father, he was still Flynn's son, the indisputable heir of the Flynn family. As for his full name, naturally, it was not S. Christ, but Melderson Christ Flynn.........

A day later, an obituary shocked the entire American elite. Milderson Flynn, a strong man who once traversed both the political and business circles, unfortunately died at home due to a sudden myocardial infarction at the age of 63. The three major interest groups that joined forces to besiege Flynn were relieved after seeing this obituary, and finally gathered their troops and swords back to the sheath;

President Bush, who lives in the White House, had a complicated expression after listening to the chief of staff's report, could clearly feel that the cloud of sorrow that lingers on Bush's face for many days began to gradually dissipate. After the chief of staff walked out of the Oval Office, President Bush leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes closed. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, straightened up and picked up the black dedicated telephone on the table...

Christ, who was dressed in a decent suit, was less heroic, but more restrained. At this moment, he sat at the desk his father had used, holding a black special phone and listening quietly to the sound coming from inside:

"I hope you don't forget our deal..."

"I just took over the industry left by my father, and many things are worse than I thought, so please rest assured, dear Mr. President, I will fight to recover lost land in the next few years."

"I think with your intelligence, those old guys will be in trouble."

President Bush on the other side of the phone finally showed a satisfied smile. He was a puppet elected by interest groups. As the spokesperson of interest groups, he made profits for them regardless of whether he was a normal person. However, he did not want a lot of people behind him who were hindering the line to merge him.

What's more, the US president is still the supreme president? Therefore, for a long time, President Bush has been seeking to get rid of the shackles of interest groups. However, the relationship between major interest groups is too strong. The Milderson Flynn they launched is a rare strong figure in decades.

Not to mention him, an ordinary president with mediocre talents, even President Reagan, who has a talented and powerful strategy, would have to rely on him, otherwise he would definitely not be able to escape the tragic fate of Kennedy, Nixon and others. Bush did not want to die in an unknown way, and he would not want to be pulled off the throne of the president in a confused manner.

So he could only begged for the sake of everything and follow the arrangements of those behind the scenes. However, he always wanted to break this political operation system. Fortunately, he finally waited for this opportunity, which was the "Information Gate" incident of Melderson Flynn. It not only caused the strong Flynn to betray his relatives, but also caused the originally solid interest groups to have irreparable cracks.

What made Bush even more happy was that even after Flynn's death, these cracks would not be repaired, but would become more and more intense, because the conflict between the arms group and the stone group on the Middle East issue was becoming more and more serious. The reason was actually very simple. As the coalition forces suffered consecutive setbacks during the Gulf War,

The actual advertising plan that the arms interest group had originally expected was completely bankrupt, and the potential orders of nearly 100 billion US dollars were wiped out. As the stock price fell one after another and the operating conditions were becoming increasingly sluggish, the arms interest group was very eager to end the Gulf War as soon as possible so that they could take back their fists and heal their wounds with peace of mind.

However, the oil group, which has been in the Gulf region for many years, hopes that the Gulf War can continue, and it is best to directly overthrow the Saddam regime, so that they can better control the oil-producing areas, monopolize oil resources, and gain huge wealth. Wall Street's financial consortium needs its own interests.

It is very supportive of the oil group's approach, because they can use oil pricing power to create dazzling financial tools and sell them to all over the world through oil futures. The profits are simply shocking. It is in this case that President Bush saw hope and decisively abandoned the arms group and threw them into the arms of oil interest groups and financial consortiums.

It is also because of this that although the Gulf War was bad, his presidential throne was still as stable as Mount Tai. The reason was the strong support of the two major consortiums of oil and finance. However, President Bush was not satisfied because he had not completely escaped from the control of interest groups, so he had to find a firm ally and reliable partner so that he and even the entire family could join the ranks of interest groups and become a real "free man"!
Chapter completed!