"So you're planning to have America send troops to Kutor to drive out the demons?"
In the President's office, the President summarized after listening to the politician.
"That's right, that's right," the politician nodded quickly. "As the leader of the world, a nation where the light of democracy shines, America has an obligation to send troops to Kutor, to drive out the demons that are harming the people of Kutor and let the radiance of democracy illuminate the land. At that time, you will definitely..."
Before the politician could finish speaking, the President grabbed an ashtray from the table and smashed it at the politician.
Before the politician could react, the President directly cursed at him, "You scum of America, it's because of your existence that America has become what it is today."
"What kind of bullshit 'radiance of democracy illuminating the land'? It's because the demon's actions in Kutor have touched your interests, right? Don't think I don't know about the dirty deeds you do in private; I just haven't pointed them out. Now you actually want America to provoke that demon again for your own benefit? What, drive him out of Kutor so he can go back to America and cause more trouble?!"
The President had been deeply troubled by the demon situation these past few days. He had only managed to slightly relax when he learned that the demon had gone to Kutor, a place far from America.
The President didn't care about the disasters the demon would bring to Kutor. As long as the demon didn't cause trouble on American soil, the President would be satisfied.
But who would have thought that these selfish, wasteful individuals would instigate him to actively provoke the demon when it wasn't even around? Did they truly not know how to write the word "death"?
No matter how much these politicians jump around now, with justice and democracy on their lips, they are the first to run when problems arise. In the end, it would be him who had to clean up their mess.
Amidst the President's scolding, the politician scrambled out of the office.
As soon as he left the office, he encountered another politician whose interests had been harmed by Bai Qi.
"Are you also going to ask the President to send troops?"
"You too?"
Seeing that the other person had the same idea, the politician waved his hand and said, "The President is very angry right now. I was just thrown out. I advise you not to seek trouble for yourself."
"Then what should we do? We can't just watch our interests be taken by that demon..."
Before the other person could finish, the politician quickly made a shushing gesture, then looked left and right, confirmed no one was paying attention, and whispered, "Be careful what you say. Follow me."
The politician quickly led his companion out of the White House and got into a car.
"To the usual place."
The driver nodded and quickly drove away from the White House.
The car weaved through traffic and finally stopped in front of an apartment building.
"Get out."
With that, the politician opened the car door and got out first. His companion, though unsure why they were there, followed him out.
"Follow me."
The two went upstairs one after another and stopped in front of apartment 302 on the third floor.
The politician gently knocked on the door a few times, three long and two short, repeated three times.
Soon, the door was opened from the inside, revealing half a face. Only after seeing the politician's face did the person inside open the door fully.
After the two entered the room, the companion saw that besides them, there were three other people. He recognized one of them. They were all politicians who, like himself, had invested in warlords in Kutor.
It turned out that before approaching the President, the politician had anticipated that the President would likely not agree. Therefore, he had gathered three other politicians with similar interests to plan a private move against the demon.
"This demon is too hateful. To actually dare to do this, it's simply lawless."
After the five were seated, one of them spoke first, fiercely denouncing Bai Qi as brutal, cruel, disregardful of human life, and deserving of death.
The other four agreed.
"Alright, scolding won't kill the demon. Let's think of a way to drive the demon out of Kutor. Then Kutor will still be ours."
This remark plunged everyone present into silence.
They truly hated the demon to the bone, but they had also witnessed the demon's power. Ordinary armies were no match for it. It would only be possible to kill it by using nuclear weapons or large-scale artillery coverage.
However, any of these options required the President's approval. If any of them dared to do so, it would be treason.
The higher a person's power and status, the more they cherished their life. These five were no exception.
The profits from Kutor were indeed tempting, but they were not enough for them to risk treason to obtain them. Moreover, even if a missile strike succeeded, Kutor would be devastated, and they would get nothing.
The best approach was to exert international pressure, stand on the moral high ground, and force the demon to leave on its own.
However, given the demon's actions and nature in Kutor, the chances of success were extremely low. Sudan Novel Network.
The second method was to send a large army into Kutor to attack the demon. Although soldiers alone could not kill the demon, with continuous attacks, the demon would eventually become annoyed. When the demon got tired of the harassment, it would leave on its own.
The current situation was that the President did not agree, and neither the first nor the second plan could be carried out. This was why the five had gathered – to brainstorm a solution.
"Should we tell SHIELD about this? Don't they have a history with the demon? Wouldn't it be perfect for them to deal with the demon?"
"No, no. SHIELD was severely beaten by the demon in the last battle. Their agents are either dead or injured. Where do they have the strength to fight the demon again? Besides, that guy Nick Fury is very shrewd; he won't do a losing business."
The mention of SHIELD gave them a headache. Ever since their base was raided by the Shadow Ninja, Nick Fury had been acting strangely. For a time, there was no activity from him at all; he was solely focused on building the so-called Avengers. He had even reportedly recruited the famous playboy Tony Stark, which had drawn considerable controversy.
"What about mercenaries? Deathstroke, Deadshot, Black Spider, Beetle, or the Shadow Alliance. They are all famous assassins. We can hire them to deal with the demon, and it won't be linked to us."
As soon as he finished speaking, another politician objected, "Impossible. The commission for the people you mentioned is too high. If we really do that, we might as well find another war-torn country and start from scratch."
Let alone the fact that four of them had dealt with Bai Qi before.
Black Spider and Beetle were out of the question; they had long been terrified by Bai Qi and had no courage to trouble him again.
With Deathstroke's professional integrity, it was not impossible to assassinate Bai Qi if given enough commission.
But the problem was, did they have that much money for a commission?
After all, the wealth possessed by Bai Qi was beyond what these mortals could imagine. And Deathstroke's commission was half of the target's total assets.
Even if they sold all five of them, their combined assets wouldn't even be a fraction of Bai Qi's.