"This…this is impossible!"
William Blair's face was pale, and veins were bulging on the back of his hands as he held the documents!
The next moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the man who delivered the documents to him. With a ferocious look on his face, he shouted, "Quick! Prepare the car!"
"Prepare the car?" The man's eyes flashed with doubt, and he subconsciously asked, "Where are we going?"
"White House!"
William Blair reached out and grabbed the coat beside him, then opened the door of his office: "In ten minutes, I want to see the door of the White House!"
…
The White House, United States.
William Blair rushed to the president's office in a hurry, holding the A4 paper containing the intelligence tightly in his hand.
Then...
Not surprisingly, he was stopped by two tall bodyguards.
"Let me through! I have very important intelligence to report to the president!"
As he spoke, William shook the document in his hand.
"Excuse me sir, it's Mr. Albert's nap time now!" said the bodyguard expressionlessly.
William Blair's eyes suddenly widened, he was even so angry that he laughed!
"WTF?!"
"Do you know who I am?"
"You are the director of the CIA, sir." The bodyguard continued calmly, "But I still can't let you go. Mr. Albert specifically instructed that no one should disturb his nap."
"Sir, please be considerate of us. If we let you pass, we will lose our job," added another bodyguard.
"Tsk..." William Blair sneered and glanced meaningfully at the two bodyguards in front of him, "Okay, I hope you two will remember this incident today!"
"Tell me, how long is left for the President's nap?"
"...Five minutes. You can wait in the waiting area next to you." The bodyguard obviously did not take William's threat seriously and pointed nonchalantly at a chair in the aisle.
Five minutes later.
As an alarm sounded from the president's office nearby, the two bodyguards gently reminded, "Director William, the president's nap is over, you can go in."
William Blair sighed deeply, stood up from his chair and walked quickly towards the office door.
…
"Knock, knock, knock!"
William adjusted his mood and gently knocked on the door of the president's office.
"Who is it?"
Just as William was about to respond, Albert's voice rang out again: "Forget it, no matter who it is, come in!"
William: "…"
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he pushed open the door of the office.
"William Blair?" Albert rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
Looking at the president in front of him who was still asleep, William Blair's eyes twitched violently twice.
His face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Mr. President, the intelligence personnel from Xia Country sent us a very important piece of information..."
Before he could finish his words, Albert raised his hand and interrupted William Blair.
The next moment, Albert reached out and pressed a red button on the table.
Just as William Blair was still wondering, the door of the office behind him suddenly opened.
A secretary in OL clothes walked into the office holding a brown drink.
Albert's gaze lingered on the beautiful secretary's legs in black stockings for a few seconds.
Then, he reached out and took the glass from the female secretary, and nodded slightly to William: "Coke, would you like a glass?"
"By the way, what did you say just now?"
William: "…"
To be honest, he has never been so speechless in his life.
Although he had heard that this president was unreliable, he didn't expect that he would be so... ridiculous!
Suddenly, he gave up the idea of "telling tales" to the president. After all, it looked like the two bodyguards would not be punished for this matter.
He took a deep breath and calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart.
Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. President, Xia Country's intelligence personnel have sent important information!"
Upon hearing the news from Xia Country, Albert's expression gradually became more serious.
He picked up the glass, took a sip of the iced cola, and asked in a low voice: "What information?"
"Xia Country has mastered the miniaturized technology of controlled nuclear fusion!"
"Puff... cough cough!" President Albert coughed, grabbed a napkin from the side, and hurriedly wiped the cola stains on the desk.
"What did you say?! Controlled nuclear fusion miniaturization technology?"
"How is this possible?! Is the information reliable?"
William Blair shrugged: "Of course it is reliable, the Xia country officials have already acknowledged it."
President Albert's face suddenly turned ugly.
Damn it…
He just spent a lot of money to buy a complete set of controlled nuclear fusion technology!
As a result, he bought someone else's obsolete product? !
Historically, only the United States has reaped the benefits of other countries!
Albert never imagined that during his tenure, the United States would be severely exploited by the Xia Country thousands of miles away!
"Senator Li..." Albert muttered to himself with a gloomy look in his eyes.
William reached out and handed the document to Albert: "In addition, the intelligence personnel obtained a piece of information."
"Xiaguo is developing an electric propulsion system and has canceled the Long March 10 heavy-lift launch vehicle research project."
"In my opinion, this is where we need to pay attention."
Albert was slightly stunned.
"Electric propulsion system?"
"What the hell is this?"
William Blair's eyes flashed with doubt, and he said uncertainly: "It should be a new type of propulsion method. I suspect that this is related to Xiaguo's unusual behavior in recent times."
"For the specific situation, I think you should ask our NASA administrator."
Albert frowned, then picked up the black landline on the table: "Ask Director Morton to see me!"
"Oh, and Anthony, let him come over too."
…
Half an hour later.
A short, slightly bald man looked at Albert nervously, "Mr. President, do you want to talk to me about something?"
"Morton, do you know anything about electric propulsion?"
Looking at the slightly bald NASA director in front of him, Albert frowned and said, "Intelligence personnel sent information that Xiaguo is currently researching electric propulsion systems and has canceled the original Long March 10 launch vehicle research project."
Morton was stunned for a moment, and asked incredulously: "Electric propulsion system?"
"Mr. President, are you sure it's an electric propulsion system?"
Albert's frown deepened: "Of course, I'm sure of that!"
Morton sneered, and the nervous look on his face disappeared.
He shrugged slightly and said unhappily, "Mr. President, with all due respect, the electric propulsion system is garbage."
"Let Xiaguo do the research. I don't think they can achieve anything with it!"