The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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Old Claude frowned thickly, "How long will it take?"

"Without any accidents, it will take another 76 hours and 55 minutes."

At the beginning of Russell's assassination, the higher authorities had already issued a request that the results must be given within a month, and the Republican Party required the results to be made public, which meant that a press conference was required. Now there is less than one hundred hours left in one month.

Old Claude used to stay up for dozens of hours for a corpse murder case, but he was in his prime at that time, and now he stayed up for several days and nights to read the file, and his already gray hair was half gray again.

"Director," Lubis persuaded, "you should go back and rest first."

Claude's eyes are black and blue. He doesn't look very energetic, but his mental state is very good.

It may be the biggest case of his career.

Who is going to investigate the president? Except for the dirty tricks used by her political enemies.

They are making history.

Claude sat back on the soft sofa, and his whole body sank in it. He was not a tall man, and such an overly soft cushion made him look like a shriveled walnut.

76 hours turned into 75.

"Immediately, it will be over immediately." Claude muttered to himself.

……

"The Democratic Party has already started preparing for the press conference," Shea said. "They plan to lift the veil of power with their own hands, so that the night and filth will have nowhere to hide."

Sid Digger applauded her, "Which infamous website did you see it on?"

Shea said, "Russell's daughter wrote it on her profile this morning."

Sid Digger said: "It's awesome, it reminds me of my night at Mirror Lake, they're totally comparable."

Xi Ya worried: "Do you still feel uncomfortable in the chair?"

After returning from Mirror Lake, Siddiger asked to immediately replace the high-backed log chairs in the office with soft chairs. The chairs in the conference room and reception room that could be replaced with sofas were all replaced with sofas. The kind where the body sinks.

Shea really didn't understand what stimulated Siddiger. Some people said that Siddiger was under too much pressure recently, and the plush soft objects could help her decompress. Shia thought that Siddiger had something difficult Open mouth disease.

"I'm fine." Siddig smiled. "You can go out, Miss Secretary."

Shia carefully put a nuclear crystal business card on the table, "I'm going out, goodbye, sir."

Sid Digger picked up his business card, gritted his teeth and said, "You can go to the HR department to resign."

Shia hurriedly opened the door and ran away.

The business card was printed very delicately, and the cold nuclei felt good to the touch, but nothing could hide it. It was an advertisement for a hospital for treating hemorrhoids.

Shia returned to her seat as if fleeing.

"What's the matter?" The colleague stood there leisurely holding a coffee, "Your Excellency the Secretary-General?"

Shea and Dorothy are both chief secretaries and one of the people who have the most contact with Siddig. Changchang is dubbed the secretary-general by other secretaries.

Xi Ya said, "Which company's funeral service is better?"

The colleague took a sip of coffee and said, "What's the matter? Are you as stressed as the President?"

Shia sighed sadly, then looked at the other party, "Why are you standing here? Are you too tired from sitting?"

The colleague's expression changed slightly: "I'm waiting for my new massage chair."

"why?"

The colleague bent down, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Last night, when I went to bed with that scum, he actually wore láng braces. That design is really anti-human, but I admit it is quite disgusting." She paused, "But Now it hurts, I can't sit still."

Shia looked at her incredulously.

The colleague was dissatisfied: "What? I can't have a sex life yet?"

Shia still sat dumbfounded.

The colleague looked at her in puzzlement, and after a while suddenly came to his senses, "President?!"

Shia nodded awkwardly.

"My God!" Shea covered her mouth all at once.

The colleague calmed down for a while before Xi Ya let go of her and said, "Maybe not."

The colleague muttered to himself, "How many days has the president been in pain? Three days? Four days? It's too intense."

……

"Gene similarity 50.00%, 60.00%, percent..."

"Whose genetic profile is this?"

The researcher said: "It is 'Aveja', known as the underground mayor. The police captured her five years ago, but let her run away again. This is the gene extracted during her detention."

"Underground Mayor? Mind if I smoke?" Claude asked.

"Smoking here will affect the sensitivity of the instrument." The researcher euphemistically said: "I don't recommend you do this."

Claude put back the half-taken cigarette case again.

"I remember that before becoming an excellent 'mayor', she was first an excellent killer. It is said that she can use the most common old-fashioned pistol to accurately hit moving objects within 80 meters. A few months ago there was no Ai Is it rumored that Fogga will return to Capital Star? If she really wants to come back, it is not impossible to help her kill Russell in order to seek Siddig's support." Claude said to himself.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Claude shook his head.

"60.00%, sixty, sixty..."

"what happened?"

The faces of the scientific researchers were extremely ugly.

The mechanical female voice is still echoing: "60.00%, 60.00%..."

The people in the entire laboratory returned to their positions urgently and began to deal with the problem.

"Internal scan of the computer, there are currently no problems."

"External link scan..."

"Genetic profiles carry viral scans..."

Countless mechanical sounds seemed to break people's minds, and Claude wanted to plug his ears.

After half an hour, the researcher who had talked with him before said: "The gene spectrum copied by the International Genome Organization is not compatible with the computer, causing the system to crash."

Claude waved again and again, "Don't talk about this, just tell me how long it will take to fix it."

The researcher hesitated for a while and said: "The repair time plus the scanning time is conservatively estimated to take 120 hours."

"What!?" The cigarette case in Claude's hand suddenly fell, and the metal cigarette case hit the ground with a crisp sound, "Did you know? There are still 82 hours until the press conference!"

The researchers took a step back and said cautiously: "Can't the meeting be extended?"

"Extend, extend..." Claude paced anxiously.

"I'll try it." He said wearily, as if he had aged a decade.

……

"About the extension of the press conference," the spokesperson of the Red Room said blankly, "The Red Room is opposed to it. First, the President cooperated with the inspection, and the police special operations team found so-called evidence and made a big fuss about it." , resulting in a decline in the public credibility of the Red Hall for a period of time.

Second, the time for the press conference was proposed by the police station, and it was finally determined after many discussions. Now, the police station asked for a postponement on the grounds of mechanical failure. The Red Room had to be puzzled and refused.

The general election is imminent, and all acts of delaying judicial justice are attempts to discredit the president, the Red Room, and the cabinet by means of illegal conspiracy.

Therefore, the President signs the document rejecting it, and the document has already been passed in Parliament. "The speaker held up the document bearing Siddiger's name on it.