The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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Siddiger changed the route, and the polar car turned sharply, but there was no movement inside the car, not even the ripple of a glass of water.

She saw from the monitor that the other party followed suit.

She temporarily changed several routes, and the other party could keep up accurately.

She can confirm that it is no coincidence.

Such obvious stalking made Siddig feel ridiculous, and since she was in a downtown area, she could call the police at any time.

She switched the line back to the hotel.

The opponent is chasing after him.

Sid Diggyon tapped the control panel intentionally or unintentionally.

The originally locked control panel suddenly lit up.

Whether to receive user video requests?

She clicked on the details.

Distance: 53 meters.

The one behind her?

Sid Digger agreed.

The screen flickered for a moment, but immediately a face appeared, a face she had seen countless times on countless occasions.

"Lord Ernos?"

"Hello, Lord Seamus." Cynthia adjusted the brightness, which made her look even whiter, almost transparent, "Did you have a good date?"

"Of course I'm happy," Sid Digger said, "Why are you here?"

"I have something to ask of you, a little thing," said Cynthia casually. "It's almost ten o'clock."

"Yes, so?"

"You still owe me eight hours."

"What? What eight hours?"

Cynthia repeated earnestly, "You still owe me eight hours."

Sid Digger suddenly remembered: "I have bought ten hours for your dear President. But I allow you to accompany me."

Sid Digger said, "I thought you were joking."

Cynthia said: "I have never been so serious... To be honest, I thought that declaring sovereignty was the best way to solve the problem, but I couldn't, I could only hint a little, but in the end I found out that what I did to hint at the other party Inviting is tantamount to ushering a wolf into a room."

Hint? A useful hint, Sid Digger thought sarcastically.

"Your actions have successfully pushed me in a completely different direction than you expected." Sid Digger said truthfully, but she did not say Don's name.

She had to admire the little girl's imagination, and if she didn't mention it, no one would connect them.

"Yes, quite the opposite. So I want to remedy that," Cynthia said.

"Shall I pay you back for eight hours?" Siddiger offered, "Or double it?"

Cynthia rested her chin on her hand and looked at her with a smile.

"Okay, I'm just talking." Sid Digger said: "Then tell me, how do you plan to remedy it?"

"Find the photos we took before and send them through the Foreign Ministry." Cynthia said.

"Very good." Siddig applauded her, and she admitted that this is the best way to swear an oath of sovereignty. If the foreign ministry agrees, the cabinet agrees, and the voters agree, she doesn't mind doing it, "Can I ask that Did I have any clothes on?"

"It's enough for me to enjoy the photos of you without clothes." Cynthia smiled brightly, "What do you think?"

"I think you have violated my portrait rights."

"I actually have a proposal."

Cynthia was unmoved, "Nothing will be better than my proposal."

Sid Digger said, "You said I owed you eight hours. During those eight hours, I belonged entirely to you," Sid Digger said. He picked up the lighter and lit a cigarette.

"Totally belong?" Cynthia emphasized these four words, "Are you sure? I can't control the soul, and neither can you. What about the body?" She smiled ambiguously, "It's the same?"

"Of course," Siddig exhaled into the camera, and the screen was filled with white smoke, and her whole body was blurred in it, "as long as you catch up with me."

Sid Digger ran his fingers across the control pad and turned the speed to maximum.

Her car suddenly disappeared from Cynthia's sight, "I'll catch up with you," she murmured, picking up speed.

Beside her were two unopened bottles of spirits and a blue metal box.

Cynthia gently pushed the box open with her fingers.

She didn't control the force well, and accidentally dropped something from the box.

Several pieces of gelatinous sleeves.

Sid Digger, on the other hand, was looking intently at the control panel and ignored her.

"Are we speeding?" Cynthia asked casually, glancing at the control panel.

Sid Digger said, "You don't have to pay a fine, so why worry about that?"

Cynthia said: "I have already thought about the topic of tomorrow's news: the president of the Imperial Alliance staged a road race late at night, and the two countries are facing a showdown."

"Very good." Siddig glanced at the monitor. "You hobble like a 90-year-old man. Have your toes been cut off?"

"I have worked so hard to wear these crystal shoes, and I have lost a lot of rights." Cynthia said, she meant something.

"Then get your best clothes ready."

The polar car makes a sharp turn.

"I thought you preferred me naked."

Siddig sneered, "Dear Lord Enos, may I ask what you are here for?"

Cynthia said: "I told you, I have some small matters with you."

"That's all?"

"That's all... No, I'm still looking at the house, the villa in the middle of the mountain. The scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, and the environment is quiet."

"Do you have any plans to buy real estate in Mobia?" Siddig asked knowingly.

"I used to have it, but I'm not satisfied with this place. There are too many beaches in Mobile, and there are countless young beauties with cool clothes and hot bodies. The ones here are too good. One sip will make people intoxicated. "

"How long have you been drunk? If it's a short period of time, you can wait for yourself to sober up."

"An hour and a quarter of an hour," Cynthia said in an exaggerated tone: "It's too long, isn't it. It only took me 10 minutes to drive from the hotel near the embassy to the suburban villa in the middle of the mountain before I drank. After drinking it took an hour and a quarter of an hour, which is terrible."

"So is the tea here," Cynthia complained, "a little bit of black tea can make one drunk."

"Everything in Morbia is beautiful, especially the moonlight."

"It's even more beautiful under the moonlight."

Sid Digger leaned over the control panel and laughed.

"What's so ridiculous?" Cynthia frowned.

"Why can't you just say it?"

"Say what? I'm not happy? You can't take a pretty little girl home at night and stay there for an hour and a quarter?"

The distance between the two cars is getting closer and closer, almost to the point of running side by side.

"You're about to lose." Cynthia said happily, resting her chin on her hands.

Sid Digger laughed.

She slammed the car towards Cynthia.

The security system was maneuvering faster than Cynthia, and it slowed down almost immediately, backing away.

Sid Digger whistled, extremely frivolous.

In a place where the camera couldn't see, Cynthia slammed the car seat hard.

She turned off the safety system, increased her speed again, and actively approached Siddiger.

The two cars approached, and the paint on the contact was worn off at high speed, and sparks flew everywhere.

"I think you are going to destroy my car." Sid Digger turned around, but the other party chased after him.

The security system keeps issuing warnings, and the risk factor continues to rise.