Marvel’s Princess Becomes King

"Marvel's princess finally becomes king (

Time entered August 2006. Mr. Party Whip did not respond positively to the olive branch that Charlie threw out. In Congress, he seemed to be very close to Charlie. The two talked and laughed, but in fact he did not formally. Agree to join Charlie's camp.

Throughout August, the Capitol was filled with endless meetings.

Francis Underwood walked out of the Capitol with a briefcase after finishing his day's work. The Congressman, who was in charge of his travel safety and driver, quickly opened the door.

His life is very regular, and even the route to and from get off work has maintained the same style for two decades, but today, when the vehicle suddenly turned to the side road and walked onto another street, he knew that his habit was about to be broken. Up.

After the initial panic, he calmed down.

It's no use not to be calm. Is he a fifty-year-old politician who can beat a young, strong, well-trained driver with a gun?

Grabbing the steering wheel from the other party can only be done by thinking about it. It can be done in the movie, but in reality it is too dangerous. If you die because of a traffic accident, Congress may adjourn for three days because of his Those political enemies have a high chance of laughing to death!

The car went more and more remote, Francis Underwood kept looking at the front passenger's position, 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 defected waited two minutes so that he could call for help.

The vehicle stopped at a pier, wearing a checked shirt, and Bella, who was leaning against a red Aston Martin, was waiting for him.

"A good car, it's great to have money." Francis Underwood got out of the car calmly, his expression still calm, and he didn't seem to worry about his safety.

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

The driver took the check, looked at the numbers on it, looked happy, and drove away without saying anything.

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

Francis Underwood let out an "Oh" easily: "Is that so? No wonder I think his eyes always look complicated at me. Thank you, Miss Swann."

Bella interrupted him: "A week ago, I got a PhD in biology from Oxford."

"Okay, Doctor, what can you do with me? Although my driver has some problems, it will cost a lot of money to buy him? I think I and the Swan family are friends. Talking about things in a better environment, anything can be discussed."

Bella got to the point: "You hope you can join my father's camp and help him enter the White House."

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

His expression was as sincere as ever and pointedly said: "I respect Senator Swann’s political views very much, but the campaign is very meticulous, and many factors need to be considered. Unlike commercial operations, it’s not just about money. It can be solved."

Bella snorted, stop teasing, in this country, what can't be solved by money?

"I just think you should be on the side of the winner."

This is a bit blunt, Francis Underwood's hand holding the briefcase is very hard, and he still doesn't think Charlie is the winner.

"Mr. Senator, wait a minute, let me show you a piece of evidence."

"Yes, old people like me have always been very patient."

Bella called, and in less than ten minutes, Francis Underwood, the rotisserie owner Freddie, who had known him for more than 20 years, brought a large plate of grilled ribs to him.

When Francis Underwood took the ribs for unknown reasons, the old friend suddenly took out a pistol and pointed at his head: "Sorry, Frank, but I... they gave it. The money is... sorry..."

He said sorry and his hands were shaking, but the muzzle didn't shift at all.

Francis Underwood has no doubt that this old friend he has known for almost 20 years may have a long conscience after today, but he will definitely shoot today.

Bella said, "Well, Mr. Freddie, you can go."

"Yes."

The owner of the rotisserie left, followed by Francis Underwood’s neighbors, his personal doctor, lawyer, and even the beggar downstairs from his house all rushed over and got out of his dirty arms. He took out a pistol and pointed it at his head.

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

"Mr. Senator, can these things prove that we are strong? If you think it's not enough~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then I can get your hometown...well, those farmers who grow peaches in South Carolina, but It will take some time for them to get to Washington by car. You can eat the ribs first. It's a bit cold now. Let's wait here slowly."

Bella's series of actions made Francis Underwood like an ice cellar, and there was an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

Such a blatant death threat was something he had never experienced before. Everyone around him could become an enemy. Will he walk out of the Capitol and be beaten to death by passers-by who didn't know where he came from?

He carefully considered each word, thinking about each word three times in his mind, saying one sentence is not stammering, but it is definitely not fluent: "I don't think... no need to disturb them, cooperation, um, Assisting Senator Swann to win the election...Yes, it is the common aspiration of all Democrats and Democrats. This foundation is very good and very good."

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

Bella opened the door on her own, got in the car, and drove around Francis Underwood for a half circle. After that, she suddenly remembered something: "Mr. Senator, you need to exercise, Charlie. After eight years, maybe I will give you all the political resources? By then, it’s not enough to not have a good health. I think it’s 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, chickens don't lay eggs, and it's too desolate. It took him more than half an hour to stop a rental car, and then he returned to his home in a very embarrassed manner.