"Next time?"
Tang Qing's lips curled slightly in distant Shanghai Stock Market.
Cut!
That would have to be this time next year. The World Cooperation Organization meets once a year, on April 17th next year. Even if it fails, it wouldn't have as much impact as its establishment, so you can do as you please then.
This world.
Without a few flies, it's quite boring.
"Busy?"
"Ha!"
"This time, it's not just a brush off. You are genuinely busy," Tang Qing said with a faint smile. This time's exposure wasn't just anyone picked up random; the cause was this guy blocking the way of the fighter.
Of course.
It's not that the fighter wants to replace him.
That's impossible.
No matter what, it's impossible to push a fighter to such heights so quickly. The key is that it's too conspicuous, being the head of the mighty US Homeland Security, always under the sunlight.
The fighter has a major flaw.
---The resume.
Family.
Classmates.
Friends.
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