The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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What kind of resentment made the other party pay attention to her movements from a few years ago, or even earlier.

There is also a note in the file--do I have the honor of having you as a guest?

It's so elegantly written in light green font.

It's still that address.

Sid Digger sat still for a long time, then she called Dorothy.

"Hello," Dorothy answered the phone as fast as ever, and her voice was very sober. It's a strange thing to be sober at this time. She should have gone to bed long ago. "Have you finished your business?"

"Tomorrow, please accompany me to see the house," Siddiger's tone sounded so casual, "Also, tell the Security Bureau that I need snipers, absolute air supremacy, and missiles, as long as you don't disturb any resident."

"Are you going to the Union's wartime headquarters?" Dorothy asked.

"That's the address I want you to look up," Siddig said, "its owner has kindly invited me several times, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

Dorothy was silent for a moment, "I see. Is there anything else you want?"

"No more, good night."

"Good night."

Dorothy put down the phone and drank the whiskey without ice in the glass.

The corners of her eyes were reddened by the spirits, and she casually picked up the pulse gun on the table.

aim.

Gunshots.

The portrait fell down.

It was a stunning beauty who was once world famous.

Even though the painting is full of bullet holes, the eyes have been pierced and torn.

"Sister?" she chuckled.

……

"I'm……"

"Mr. Wall Karenna." Rubis held out his hand, "I know you. I was very impressed by your "The Prime Minister's Residence in the Fog."

The painter coughed, "Thank you, please sit down."

Lubis looked around the house. The house is not big, probably only a dozen square meters. The room they are in is said to be a reception room, but it is also full of various painting supplies.

Besides, Mr. Wall in front of him may be almost 30 years old. He is unkempt and casual.

Rubis has seen many painters and art students, but it is really rare for them to be mixed like this. (Please add Junyang: [-])

"Honestly, I was shocked to see you," Rubis said, and Wall took a look of displeasure before adding, "I didn't expect you to be so young. I thought you could draw It should be an old man who produced such an excellent work, or at least a middle-aged man."

The painter's face softened slightly, and he said: "I strongly disagree with your judgment on talent, age does not represent everything."

Rubis smiled. "Yeah, age isn't everything." Then he changed the subject. "You went to Pont Neuf on the morning of May 21?"

"It's better to say that I went on May [-]th, I was waiting for a big fog," Wall obviously became excited about this topic, and he threw a small biscuit into his mouth and said vaguely : "I waited for five full hours."

"When did you go?"

"At eleven o'clock on May [-]th, I have been imitating under the sculpture of Natis I. Do you want to see the result?"

This is not a question, because immediately the painter brought the portfolio.

Lubis resignedly opened the greasy folder, and there was only one painting.

"This is my masterpiece." The painter said proudly.

"A masterpiece indeed," echoed Rubis.

If the war madman Natis I was still alive, the painter's hand would probably be cut off by the enraged queen.

"You've been next to the sculpture? The sculpture near the Red Room?"

"That's the best place to get a view of Whitehall, at least I think so, especially after the fog, which came around two o'clock."

"Have you observed the Red Room since then?"

The painter dissatisfied: "Your tone is like a policeman, Miss Allie."

Rubis said, "Sorry, sorry. Please go ahead."

"What's so good about the Red Room? There's only a young president with a stern face all day long, and a bunch of robotic systems. I'm not targeting anyone, I hate all politicians, and use taxpayers' money to live a pampered life , misappropriation of public funds, various transactions, bah, rat."

Rubis frowned, but immediately adjusted her mood.

She has seen this kind of people too much, and she is used to blaming others and even the whole country for her depression.

"I really saw a car coming out of the Red Hall, a light gray polar car, around three o'clock?" The painter muttered, "It's good to have money, I saw that car at the auto show , tens of millions of imperial pounds."

Lubis was taken aback, "Three o'clock?"

"Probably, I was painting Whitehall at the time, but the lights of the car were so bright that I took a look. Then the big clock rang, three strikes."

Her counterpart to Sid Digger nearly a month ago popped into her head.

"By the way, I still need to confirm with you, do you have any guests going out since three o'clock this morning?"

"No." Siddiger replied, her tone was so natural and thoughtless, as if it was an extremely certain thing.

"By the way, I even took pictures." Wall said, "That car is really beautiful."

Rubis didn't move.

Sid Digger is lying!

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Sid Digger got out of the car.

Dorothy said as he walked: "There are seven snipers within [-] meters from this house, and there are no blind angles in their positions. There are four optical fighters above you, which can guarantee that they will reach the ground in less than a second. After you and I enter the house, the snipers will monitor the indoor situation through the windows, so safety can be absolutely guaranteed."

Sid Digger nodded, and she knocked on the door.

The door opened very slowly, and Dorothy's hand on the gun remained very tense.

The door opened——revealing a gentle face, not injected with any medicine, and aging naturally.

To be honest, injecting antioxidants is as common as drinking water for people nowadays, especially after the spray type and oral type have been developed in recent years, the price ranges from twenty pounds to tens of millions of pounds, and the effect depends on the price. It varies from person to person, and is within the burden of almost all citizens.

Of course, only almost.

Sid Digger preferred to believe the famed actor disliked the smell of antioxidants rather than an inability to afford them.

No one spoke for a long time.

Bisiya opened her eyes wide in a daze. Her eyes were quite beautiful, clear and transparent, but without focus.

Siddiger frowned, realizing that the woman was blind.

"Hello?" Bisia said.

"Hi, I'm Sid, your son Dort's teacher, and this is my assistant, Anna."

"Dauert's teacher?" Bisiya seemed puzzled why her son's teacher came suddenly, "Please come in."

Bisiya was obviously used to the furnishings in the room, and she walked around the sofa lightly, "Please sit down. I'll make you tea."