Marvel's princess becomes king

684 Threat
Time entered August 2006. Mr. Party Whip did not respond positively to Charlie’s olive branch. In Congress, he seemed to be very close to Charlie. The two talked and laughed. In fact, he did not officially Agreed to join Charlie's camp.

Throughout August, the Capitol was filled with endless meetings.

After Francis Underwood finished his day's work, he walked out of the Capitol with his briefcase in hand. The Capitol policeman who was in charge of his travel safety and driver hurriedly opened the car door.

His life is very regular, and even the route to and from get off work has remained unchanged for 20 years, but today, when the vehicle suddenly turned into a side road and walked onto another street, he knew that his habit was about to be broken .

After the initial panic, he calmed down.

It's useless if you are not calm. Can he, a 50-year-old politician, beat a young, strong, well-trained driver with a gun?
Stealing the steering wheel from the opponent's hand can only be imagined. It can be done in movies, but in reality it is too dangerous. If he dies in a traffic accident, Congress may adjourn for three days, because his Those political enemies have a high chance of laughing to death!
The car was getting more and more remote, Francis Underwood kept looking at the front passenger's seat, his handbag was there, and there was a mobile phone in it, but he really didn't know how to grab the handbag, and then let this The driver who had already defected waited for 2 minutes so that he could call for help.

The vehicle stopped at a bridge pier. Bella, wearing a plaid shirt and leaning on a red Aston Martin, was waiting for him.

"Nice car, it's nice to have money." Francis Underwood got out of the car calmly, with a calm expression on his face, as if he wasn't worried about his safety.

Bella nodded and accepted the compliment, then took out a check and handed it to Francis Underwood's driver: "Yes, money can accomplish many things, and money has some kind of magical power."

The driver took the check, looked at the number on it, looked happy, and drove away without saying a word.

"Your driver has actually been secretly in love with your wife. He has hatred for you. Now I just give him a reason to leave the whirlpool, and he is free."

Francis Underwood said "Oh" very easily: "Is that so? No wonder I think he has always looked at me so complicatedly. Thank you, Miss Swan."

Bella interrupted: "I got my Ph.D. in Biology from Oxford a week ago."

"Okay, doctor, what do you want me to do? Although my driver has some problems, it will cost a lot of money to buy him, right? I think I and the Swan family are friends, and we can be in the atmosphere Talk about things in a better environment, anything can be talked about."

Bella went straight to the point: "I hope you can join my father's camp and help him get into the White House."

Relying on strong self-discipline, Francis Underwood suppressed thoughts such as "hillies" and "idiots who don't understand the rules of the game".

His expression was as sincere as ever, and he said pointedly: "I respect Senator Swan's political opinions very much, but the campaign work is very meticulous and needs to take into account many factors. It is different from business operations. It can be solved."

Bella snorted, don't be funny, in this country, what can't be solved by money?
"I just think you should be on the side of the winner."

This was a bit blunt. Francis Underwood held the briefcase very hard, and he still didn't think that Charlie was the victor.

"Mr. Congressman, wait a moment, let me show you a piece of evidence."

"Yes, an old man like me is always patient."

Bella made a phone call, and in less than 10 minutes, Freddie, the owner of the barbecue shop that Francis Underwood had known for more than 20 years, appeared in front of him with a large plate of grilled ribs.

When Francis Underwood took the ribs for no apparent reason, the old friend suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head: "Sorry, Frank, but I'm really sorry for the money they gave"

He said he was sorry, and his hands were shaking, but the muzzle of the gun did not move at all.

Francis Underwood has no doubt that this old friend whom he has known for nearly 20 years may feel guilty for a long time after today, but he will definitely shoot today.

Bella said, "Okay, Mr. Freddy, you can go."

"Yes."

The owner of the barbecue shop left, followed by Francis Underwood's neighbors, his personal doctor, lawyer, and even the beggars downstairs from his house. Pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head.

These people walked around in front of him like a revolving lantern, and then left separately.

"Mr. Congressman, can these things prove that we are strong? If you think it is not enough, then I can find the peach farmers in your hometown, South Carolina, but it will take a little time for them to get to Washington by car. You can first I ate the ribs, it's getting cold now, let's wait here slowly."

Bella's series of actions made Francis Underwood feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

He had never experienced such a blatant death threat before. Everyone around him could become an enemy. Would he walk out of the Capitol and be beaten to death by passers-by who appeared from nowhere?

He weighed his words carefully, and thought about every word in his mind three times. He was not stuttering, but he was definitely not fluent: "I don't think. There is no need to alarm them. Cooperate, um, assist Senator Swan Winning the election. Yes, it is the common aspiration of all Democrats, the Democratic Party. This foundation is very good, very good."

He smiled very reluctantly, and Bella snapped her fingers: "Very good, this is indeed a good basis for cooperation, you see, you are good at dealing with those troublesome things, and I, I am good at dealing with those troublesome people."

Bella opened the door on her own, got in the car, and drove half a circle around Francis Underwood, and then seemed to suddenly remember something: "Mr. Congressman, you need to exercise, Charlie! After eight years, maybe all the political resources will be donated to you? At that time, it will be impossible to not have a good body. I think it will be a very good choice for you to run home."

Bella drove away alone, leaving the lonely old politician Francis Underwood standing under the pier in a daze.

Birds don't shit here, chickens don't lay eggs, and it's so desolate. He walked for more than half an hour before he stopped a taxi, and then returned to his home in extreme embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)