Chapter 397 Negotiation!
Scott, a high-ranking official of the Eagle Nation, was stunned by President Biden's resolute words; all color drained from his face, leaving him deathly pale.
He widened his eyes as if he had heard the most absurd thing in the world, and his voice trembled as he blurted out:
"What do you mean?"
"Is living not good enough?"
"Even if it is just a miserable existence..."
However, before he could finish his sentence, President Biden moved with lightning speed, drew his sidearm from his pocket, and aimed it at Scott's forehead without hesitation!
Immediately after, a deafening "bang" rang out, making everyone's eardrums ache.
The gunshot echoed throughout the room, and before anyone could react, Scott had already fallen straight down, turning into a cold corpse!
Blood slowly seeped from his forehead and spread across the floor, the stark red forming a striking and horrifying contrast with his pale face.
President Biden expressionlessly blew the smoke from the muzzle, his voice low and filled with endless weariness: "But... I no longer wish to live like that."
Having said that, he slowly raised his head and looked at the crowd, who were startled by this sudden turn of events, his eyes flashing with a cold light as he said coldly:
"Regarding the presidential order just now, who agrees, and who opposes?"
The crowd looked at one another, their eyes filled with terror and hesitation.
For a moment, the conference room fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of everyone's rapid breathing echoing back and forth.
A moment later, as if driven by some invisible force, they slowly raised their hands one after another, ultimately agreeing unanimously.
At this crucial juncture of life and death, facing unknown fear and a desperate situation, they chose to follow President Biden's seemingly insane but unavoidable decision.
President Biden nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Cesari, his tone brooks no argument:
"Carry it out just as I said!"
"Yes!"
Cesari responded and immediately turned to carry out the order.
Just then, an abrupt and urgent ringtone broke the brief silence.
It was not just President Biden's phone; everyone's phones started ringing frantically one after another, the sharp, ear-piercing sound echoing in the oppressive, stifling conference room, like a death knell from hell, causing everyone to freeze in shock!
They looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and unease, completely unaware of what was happening.
The group scrambled to put their phones together, and when they saw the string of mysterious codes on the caller ID, their unease intensified.
President Biden took a deep breath and answered the call first. The next second, the detestable face of Mr. L appeared on the other side, his face full of rage, like a volcano about to erupt:
"President Biden! Are you trying to drag us down with you?"
"You actually dare to attempt using nuclear facilities to bomb us? Do you think we are afraid of you?"
"Or do you think our previous warnings were not enough!"
"Let me be frank, if you dare to use the nuclear facilities, I guarantee you will die a miserable death. I can make you disappear from this world immediately."
"Conversely, I can guarantee that you can live well."
Hearing these words, many high-ranking officials of the Eagle Nation seemed to have grabbed a lifeline and immediately became excited!
Discussions began to rise in the crowd:
"Did I hear that right? As long as we obey, they won't kill us?"
"Then why worry about anything else? As long as I can live, I'll do anything!"
"I want to live!"
Some high-ranking officials couldn't help but become restless, the desire for survival flashing in their eyes, as if they had already seen the dawn of survival.
Mr. L saw their appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a look of triumph:
"I stand by what I said. As long as you obey and do not touch those nuclear facilities, I guarantee I will not kill you."
Everyone's eyes turned uniformly toward President Biden, waiting for his response.
But no one expected that what they would get in return was President Biden's flat refusal.
President Biden stared directly at Mr. L's face on the phone screen, his gaze as firm as a rock:
"Mr. L, you have already used us once, do you want to use us a second time?"
"Do you think we are really just dolls for you to manipulate at will?"
President Biden's words were like a heavy hammer, waking everyone up.
Yes, Mr. L, as the mastermind who once played them in the palm of his hand, had already tricked them once with sweet talk, and now the entire Blue Star was plunged into the disaster they had created.
If they listened to him again this time, heaven knows what kind of hopeless situation they would fall into?
The crowd, who were cheering just a moment ago, suddenly calmed down, the excitement on their faces instantly replaced by regret and vigilance.
The smile on Mr. L's face froze again, as if he had been slapped in public.
President Biden continued:
"Furthermore, you just said that using Nuclear Weapons is to drag you down with us, right? I didn't expect that you would also be afraid of Nuclear Weapons!"
Mr. L snorted coldly, trying to hide his panic:
"Afraid?! Ridiculous, how could we possibly be afraid of Nuclear Weapons?"
"I just don't want you to reach a point of no return."
President Biden also sneered, his eyes full of mockery:
"Mr. L, your disguise is very poor."
"If you are not afraid of Nuclear Weapons, why did you contact us like crazy when we proposed to launch a nuclear strike against you?"
A flash of panic crossed Mr. L's eyes, and then his eyes suddenly turned red.
That was because of anger!
His reaction was captured perfectly by President Biden.
President Biden laughed even louder, the laughter echoing in the conference room with a touch of madness:
"Hahaha, Mr. L, are you getting anxious?"
"It seems that my guess was right. You really are afraid of Nuclear Weapons."
"It seems we have leverage for negotiations now."
Having said that, President Biden sat down on his chair leisurely, crossed his legs, and a confident smile appeared on his face.
Mr. L's expression was uncertain, as if he was struggling intensely inside.
Finally, he snorted coldly and also slowly sat down:
"Let me hear how you plan to give up using Nuclear Weapons."
President Biden stopped smiling and stared intently at the screen:
"North-South partition!"
He said word by word:
"We sign a contract. From now on, the South belongs to us, the humans in the South will be protected by us, and the North belongs to you. How about that?"
When Mr. L heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter:
"This is your condition? Fine! I agree to it."
Mr. L sat on the other side of the screen, calculating secretly, his face calm, but inside he was thinking:
As long as their plan is completed, they will possess power sufficient to overturn everything and will no longer fear the threat of Nuclear Weapons.
At that time, he would definitely make these arrogant humans pay a painful price for today's resistance, with interest, trample them completely underfoot, and make the whole world tremble under the control of their masters.