Marvel’s Princess Chapter 683: Threats

 As the time entered August 2006, Mr. Whip did not respond positively to Charlie’s olive branch. In Parliament, he seemed to be very close to Charlie. The two talked and laughed. In fact, he 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 his briefcase after a busy day's work. The Capitol Police officer responsible for his safety and driver quickly opened the car door.

His life is very regular, and even his route to and from get off work has remained the same for twenty years. But today, when the vehicle suddenly turned onto a side road and walked onto another street, he knew his habits To be broken.

 After the initial panic, he calmed down.

 It is useless if he is not calm. Can he, a fifty-year-old politician, beat a young, strong, well-trained driver with a gun?

 You can only think about grabbing the steering wheel from the opponent's hand. You can do it in movies, but in reality it is too dangerous. If you die in a traffic accident, Congress may be suspended for three days. Because there is a high chance that his political opponents will die laughing!

 The car was getting more and more remote. Francis Underwood kept looking at the passenger seat in front. His handbag was there. There was a mobile phone in it, but he really didn’t know how to grab the handbag. Then he asked the mutinous driver to wait for two minutes so that he could make a call for help.

 The vehicle stopped at a bridge pier. Bella, wearing a plaid shirt and leaning on a red Aston Martin, was waiting for him.

 “It’s a nice car, and it’s great to have money.” Francis Underwood got out of the car calmly, his expression still very calm, and he didn’t seem to worry about his own safety.

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

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

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

  Frances Underwood said "Oh" easily: "Is that so? No wonder I think he always looks at me with such complicated eyes. Thank you, Miss Swan."

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

 "Okay, doctor, what do you want from me? Although my driver has some problems, it will cost a lot of money to bribe him, right? I think the Swan family and I are friends, and we are completely You can talk about things in a better atmosphere. You can talk about anything."

 Bella went straight to the point: "You hope you can join my father's camp and assist him in entering the White House."

 Francis Underwood relies on strong self-discipline to suppress thoughts such as "hillbilly" and "idiot who doesn't understand the rules of the game".

 His expression was as sincere as ever, and he said meaningfully: "I respect Senator Swan's political views very much, but campaign work is very rigorous and needs to take into account many factors. It is different from business operations. It can be solved with money.”

 Bella sneered, "Don't be ridiculous, what is something that money can't solve in this country?"

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

 This statement was a bit straightforward. Francis Underwood's hand holding the briefcase was very strong. He still did not think that Charlie's side was the winning side.

 "Mr. Congressman, please wait a moment, let me show you a piece of evidence."

 “Okay, old people like me are always very patient.”

 Bella made a phone call, and in less than ten minutes, Freddie, the barbecue restaurant owner who Francis Underwood had known for more than 20 years, appeared in front of him with a large plate of barbecued ribs.

 When Francis Underwood took the ribs for no apparent reason, his old friend suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head: "Sorry, Frank, but I... The money they gave is really...sorry..."

 He said sorry and his hands were shaking, but the muzzle of the gun did not move at all.

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

 Bella said: "Okay, Mr. Freddy, you can go."

 “Yes.”

The barbecue restaurant owner left, followed by Francis Underwood’s neighbors, his personal doctor, lawyer, and even the beggar downstairs from his house came all the way, and came from the dirty He took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at his head.

 These people walked around in front of him like a revolving door, and then left.

 "Mr. Congressman, do these things prove that we are powerful? If you think it is not enough, then I can find the peach farmers from your hometown...well, South Carolina, but they arrive by car Washington needs a little time. You can eat the ribs first. It's a little cold now. Let's wait here."

Bella's series of actions made Francis Underwood feel as if he had fallen into 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. Would he be beaten to death by passers-by who appeared out of nowhere when he walked out of the Capitol?

  He carefully considered each word and thought about each word three times in his mind. His words were not stuttering, but they were definitely not fluent: "I don't think... there is no need to alarm them. Cooperate." , Well, to help Senator Swan win the election... is the common aspiration of all Democrats. This foundation is very good, very good.”

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

Bella opened the door, got in the car, and drove around Francis Underwood for a half circle. Then she seemed to suddenly remember something: "Mr. Congressman, you need to exercise. After eight years of service, Charlie may give away all his political resources to you. If you don’t have good health then, I think it would be a very good choice for you to run home.”

 Bella drove away alone, leaving the lonely old politician Francis Underwood standing under the bridge pier in a daze.

 The birds here don't poop, the chickens don't lay eggs, and it's extremely desolate. He walked for more than half an hour before he caught a taxi, and then returned to his home in a very embarrassed state.