Chapter 1142
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Just as Mrs. Klein looked out, a man with a familiar face, as if he had seen someone somewhere, also entered the cafe.
She looked a few more. She was a woman dressed very delicately. Her delicacy was not exactly the same as that of Mrs. Klein.
If Mrs. Klein embodies the delicacy of a rich man, the other party is a politician's delicacy!
She looked again and took back her eyes. She looked familiar, but she didn't know.
There are many senior officials in buppen. You may encounter several when walking on the street, especially near the presidential palace. All kinds of officials can be seen everywhere like ordinary people.
So it's not new for locals to see any officials here. Only those outsiders will marvel at them.
She got up and left. She had just taken her seat. The lady who made Mrs. Klein look familiar called the waiter, ordered a cup of coffee of $7.99 and a pastry combination of $10.
Plus a tip, twenty dollars.
The pastry combination is that four cakes of different colors, just four small pieces, all of which may not fill the mouth.
But it's expensive. And sweet!
It is said that this kind of cake comes from a small country. The production process is very complex. It is often made in dozens, and only a few succeed. In short, it is expensive, no matter how cheap its raw materials are.
Strong burnt coffee and sweet cakes, and a mint leaf is dotted on the edge of the cake plate. This combination is very popular in the Federation.
If Mrs. Klein has seen the previous bowling game, she must know that this woman is the one who won the second place.
Chris, a very common name.
She simply added some makeup. After a while, another woman came in.
She is wearing a waist tied emerald green dress. There are many shiny small decorations on the dress, but it won't make the dress look very classy.
She wore a sun hat of the same color, a pair of sunglasses and a small satchel at her wrist.
She handed the hat to the clerk, then sat opposite Chris and took off her sunglasses.
It's Ms. Tracy.
"You're playing with fire!" she lowered her voice. "I warned you last time. Don't think about taking shortcuts all day!"
Chris used to be a little afraid of Ms. Tracy for many reasons. First, Ms. Tracy's father was an old politician and had a wide range of interpersonal relationships.
Secondly, her uncle is the chief Shepherd of a region and has great influence in the local and even the Federation.
She herself is a pioneer of the feminist movement. This family is not a simple role. If they work together, even if Chris's husband is a judge of the state court, it is difficult to deal with it.
But now, she is not afraid, because she has just slept with the president, and the president even took the initiative to invite her to play bowling together next time.
At this time, Ms. Tracy, who made her afraid before, suddenly became ordinary. Maybe this is the gap.
When she stands at a higher place, the mountain that used to make her feel insurmountable looks like a bag bulging on the ground under her feet!
She's not even a mountain. She's just a bag.
"That's my private life, Tracy. You can't control my private life, okay?" her tone didn't have much anger, even in her heart.
As a "successful person", she has a broad enough mind at this moment.
Ms. Tracy was very angry with her. "I treat you as a friend. You say you want to... I arranged it for you. Now you treat me like this?"
They sat in the corner of the cafe. At this time, no one and no one would pay attention to them.
Chris looked innocent. "Did I speak ill of you?"
"Or seduce your husband who doesn't know where he is?"
"No, I didn't do anything. I just did what I thought I should do."
"You don't care about this, you know?"
Ms. Tracy's nose is getting angry. She wants to change her way, "you have to think about your family. If these things spread..."
"My husband supports me very much." in a word, she blocked what Ms. Tracy wanted to say.
Ms. Tracy swore that she had never seen such a shameless woman and her husband in her life!
At this time, she also understood that persuasion had no practical significance.
After a moment of silence, she sighed, "I said everything I should say. In the future... Try to keep in touch as little as possible."
Then she got up and left.
Meddling in the president's private life is a very, very dangerous thing.
Maybe in Chris and her husband's view, this is a shortcut to a higher social class, but sometimes the focus of the shortcut is not the upper society, but hell!
This has not happened only once or twice in the Federation, but many times.
Ms. Tracy was born in a political family. The strong political atmosphere made her very clear about the consequences of doing so!
Mr. President is promoted to power by various capitalists and large consortia. They have invested too much in Mr. President. They will not allow anyone to affect Mr. President's term of office!
No matter who it is, it can't.
If someone creates this danger, then the person who creates this danger has only one end, that is, completely, completely disappear from the world.
With him and her, everything about it completely disappeared!
There will be no exception.
But some people want to die and can't be stopped.
Ms. Tracy left disappointed. She decided not to care about these things anymore.
Chris's hand holding the coffee cup trembled, and her heart was not as calm as it seemed.
She, her husband, is also experiencing a series of problems.
Her own company is on the verge of bankruptcy because of poor management, and her husband, the chief justice of the state court, is gradually losing his power and status for some reasons.
The Ministry of justice plans to replace him and give him a very noble job without any power.
This kind of work... In fact, it has no practical value and significance. Without power and money, life can't see the future.
Maybe only a shortcut can save the family.
She put down her tea cup, put down twenty dollars, then got up and left. She didn't touch the exquisite and lovely cakes, so she left.
Everything returned to calm. The waiter came to clean up the table. It was a young man with some freckles on his face. He looked left and right, put four cakes in his pocket, and then returned to the counter with an empty plate and coffee cup and twenty dollars.
He will take these expensive cakes back and give them to his family.
On the newspaper shelf beside the counter he passed by, the crazy side of the exchange was prominently printed. People waved their fists excitedly. The core of the whole picture was only the silver billboard and its upward curve!
In the north, after the bombing, the warlords seemed to have broken their courage, and they began to take the initiative to avoid, which also allowed the team of Blackstone to move north safely without any obstruction.
In the first week of May, less than half a month away from the scheduled location, they arrived at the scheduled location earlier than they had planned.
People who were still nervous had relaxed their vigilance a little. Ryan held a gun all day thinking about the big bombing that night.
During this time, he has been thinking about a question: what role can individual strength play in war?
After witnessing the terrible bombing, his dream of becoming a hero gradually faded.
Because he found that he had no chance to do it!
If there were large planes bombing over his head, how could he escape these bombs?
He can't do it, which means that he, like the enemies who died in the bombing, will eventually become one of the cold numbers.
The bombing extinguished his passion to become a hero, and he became a little confused.
Several days of garrison and patrol also eased the tension some time ago. Just that afternoon, several transport vehicles came from the rear.
Instead of staying in the camp, they went directly to the scheduled location.
Looking at the cars, Ryan felt a little strange. He saw a troop carrier full of nagalils. What did he bring the savages here for?
Release in nature?
Thinking of this, he laughed first. The prejudice against the nagarins always existed. It may be a good attitude to call them savages.
In the mainstream society of the Federation, there is even an extreme thought, which does not regard human beings in the extremely backward civilization such as the nagarins as human beings!
Yes, they think that the nagarian people and similar people just look like people, but they are not people, they are some kind of animals, so they don't need to give them the treatment that human beings can have.
Like humanitarianism, morality and ethics, there is no need at all.
Ryan is not so extreme, but he doesn't like the nagary.
In previous reports, these people killed many foreign businessmen, including federals.
The fast-moving troop transporter took the people to the edge of a mountain forest. Then the people got out of the car and began to work at the request of the supervisor.
They carried some aluminum foil products into the mountain forest, then looked for some rocks, laid them flat on the rocks and compacted them with their tools.
It looks like those stones have turned... Silver white!
At the foot of the mountain, some workers are throwing silver ore everywhere. In addition to the supervisor, there are Blackstone safety staff with guns.
If someone wants to do something against the contract, they will shoot and stop it in time.
The whole mountain forest was quiet. Only some wild animals looked at these humans curiously in the distance and thought about what these people were doing with their small brains.
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Just as Mrs. Klein looked out, a man with a familiar face, as if he had seen someone somewhere, also entered the cafe.
She looked a few more. She was a woman dressed very delicately. Her delicacy was not exactly the same as that of Mrs. Klein.
If Mrs. Klein embodies the delicacy of a rich man, the other party is a politician's delicacy!
She looked again and took back her eyes. She looked familiar, but she didn't know.
There are many senior officials in buppen. You may encounter several when walking on the street, especially near the presidential palace. All kinds of officials can be seen everywhere like ordinary people.
So it's not new for locals to see any officials here. Only those outsiders will marvel at them.
She got up and left. She had just taken her seat. The lady who made Mrs. Klein look familiar called the waiter, ordered a cup of coffee of $7.99 and a pastry combination of $10.
Plus a tip, twenty dollars.
The pastry combination is that four cakes of different colors, just four small pieces, all of which may not fill the mouth.
But it's expensive. And sweet!
It is said that this kind of cake comes from a small country. The production process is very complex. It is often made in dozens, and only a few succeed. In short, it is expensive, no matter how cheap its raw materials are.
Strong burnt coffee and sweet cakes, and a mint leaf is dotted on the edge of the cake plate. This combination is very popular in the Federation.
If Mrs. Klein has seen the previous bowling game, she must know that this woman is the one who won the second place.
Chris, a very common name.
She simply added some makeup. After a while, another woman came in.
She is wearing a waist tied emerald green dress. There are many shiny small decorations on the dress, but it won't make the dress look very classy.
She wore a sun hat of the same color, a pair of sunglasses and a small satchel at her wrist.
She handed the hat to the clerk, then sat opposite Chris and took off her sunglasses.
It's Ms. Tracy.
"You're playing with fire!" she lowered her voice. "I warned you last time. Don't think about taking shortcuts all day!"
Chris used to be a little afraid of Ms. Tracy for many reasons. First, Ms. Tracy's father was an old politician and had a wide range of interpersonal relationships.
Secondly, her uncle is the chief Shepherd of a region and has great influence in the local and even the Federation.
She herself is a pioneer of the feminist movement. This family is not a simple role. If they work together, even if Chris's husband is a judge of the state court, it is difficult to deal with it.
But now, she is not afraid, because she has just slept with the president, and the president even took the initiative to invite her to play bowling together next time.
At this time, Ms. Tracy, who made her afraid before, suddenly became ordinary. Maybe this is the gap.
When she stands at a higher place, the mountain that used to make her feel insurmountable looks like a bag bulging on the ground under her feet!
She's not even a mountain. She's just a bag.
"That's my private life, Tracy. You can't control my private life, okay?" her tone didn't have much anger, even in her heart.
As a "successful person", she has a broad enough mind at this moment.
Ms. Tracy was very angry with her. "I treat you as a friend. You say you want to... I arranged it for you. Now you treat me like this?"
They sat in the corner of the cafe. At this time, no one and no one would pay attention to them.
Chris looked innocent. "Did I speak ill of you?"
"Or seduce your husband who doesn't know where he is?"
"No, I didn't do anything. I just did what I thought I should do."
"You don't care about this, you know?"
Ms. Tracy's nose is getting angry. She wants to change her way, "you have to think about your family. If these things spread..."
"My husband supports me very much." in a word, she blocked what Ms. Tracy wanted to say.
Ms. Tracy swore that she had never seen such a shameless woman and her husband in her life!
At this time, she also understood that persuasion had no practical significance.
After a moment of silence, she sighed, "I said everything I should say. In the future... Try to keep in touch as little as possible."
Then she got up and left.
Meddling in the president's private life is a very, very dangerous thing.
Maybe in Chris and her husband's view, this is a shortcut to a higher social class, but sometimes the focus of the shortcut is not the upper society, but hell!
This has not happened only once or twice in the Federation, but many times.
Ms. Tracy was born in a political family. The strong political atmosphere made her very clear about the consequences of doing so!
Mr. President is promoted to power by various capitalists and large consortia. They have invested too much in Mr. President. They will not allow anyone to affect Mr. President's term of office!
No matter who it is, it can't.
If someone creates this danger, then the person who creates this danger has only one end, that is, completely, completely disappear from the world.
With him and her, everything about it completely disappeared!
There will be no exception.
But some people want to die and can't be stopped.
Ms. Tracy left disappointed. She decided not to care about these things anymore.
Chris's hand holding the coffee cup trembled, and her heart was not as calm as it seemed.
She, her husband, is also experiencing a series of problems.
Her own company is on the verge of bankruptcy because of poor management, and her husband, the chief justice of the state court, is gradually losing his power and status for some reasons.
The Ministry of justice plans to replace him and give him a very noble job without any power.
This kind of work... In fact, it has no practical value and significance. Without power and money, life can't see the future.
Maybe only a shortcut can save the family.
She put down her tea cup, put down twenty dollars, then got up and left. She didn't touch the exquisite and lovely cakes, so she left.
Everything returned to calm. The waiter came to clean up the table. It was a young man with some freckles on his face. He looked left and right, put four cakes in his pocket, and then returned to the counter with an empty plate and coffee cup and twenty dollars.
He will take these expensive cakes back and give them to his family.
On the newspaper shelf beside the counter he passed by, the crazy side of the exchange was prominently printed. People waved their fists excitedly. The core of the whole picture was only the silver billboard and its upward curve!
In the north, after the bombing, the warlords seemed to have broken their courage, and they began to take the initiative to avoid, which also allowed the team of Blackstone to move north safely without any obstruction.
In the first week of May, less than half a month away from the scheduled location, they arrived at the scheduled location earlier than they had planned.
People who were still nervous had relaxed their vigilance a little. Ryan held a gun all day thinking about the big bombing that night.
During this time, he has been thinking about a question: what role can individual strength play in war?
After witnessing the terrible bombing, his dream of becoming a hero gradually faded.
Because he found that he had no chance to do it!
If there were large planes bombing over his head, how could he escape these bombs?
He can't do it, which means that he, like the enemies who died in the bombing, will eventually become one of the cold numbers.
The bombing extinguished his passion to become a hero, and he became a little confused.
Several days of garrison and patrol also eased the tension some time ago. Just that afternoon, several transport vehicles came from the rear.
Instead of staying in the camp, they went directly to the scheduled location.
Looking at the cars, Ryan felt a little strange. He saw a troop carrier full of nagalils. What did he bring the savages here for?
Release in nature?
Thinking of this, he laughed first. The prejudice against the nagarins always existed. It may be a good attitude to call them savages.
In the mainstream society of the Federation, there is even an extreme thought, which does not regard human beings in the extremely backward civilization such as the nagarins as human beings!
Yes, they think that the nagarian people and similar people just look like people, but they are not people, they are some kind of animals, so they don't need to give them the treatment that human beings can have.
Like humanitarianism, morality and ethics, there is no need at all.
Ryan is not so extreme, but he doesn't like the nagary.
In previous reports, these people killed many foreign businessmen, including federals.
The fast-moving troop transporter took the people to the edge of a mountain forest. Then the people got out of the car and began to work at the request of the supervisor.
They carried some aluminum foil products into the mountain forest, then looked for some rocks, laid them flat on the rocks and compacted them with their tools.
It looks like those stones have turned... Silver white!
At the foot of the mountain, some workers are throwing silver ore everywhere. In addition to the supervisor, there are Blackstone safety staff with guns.
If someone wants to do something against the contract, they will shoot and stop it in time.
The whole mountain forest was quiet. Only some wild animals looked at these humans curiously in the distance and thought about what these people were doing with their small brains.
Just as Mrs. Klein looked out, a man with a familiar face, as if he had seen someone somewhere, also entered the cafe.She looked a few more. She was a woman dressed very delicately. Her delicacy was not exactly the same as that of Mrs. Klein.If Mrs. Klein embodies the delicacy of a rich man, the other party is a politician's delicacy!She looked again and took back her eyes. She looked familiar, but she didn't know.There are many senior officials in buppen. You may encounter several when walking on the street, especially near the presidential palace. All kinds of officials can be seen everywhere like ordinary people.So it's not new for locals to see any officials here. Only those outsiders will marvel at them.She got up and left. She had just taken her seat. The lady who made Mrs. Klein look familiar called the waiter, ordered a cup of coffee of $7.99 and a pastry combination of $10.Plus a tip, twenty dollars.The pastry combination is that four cakes of different colors, just four small pieces, all of which may not fill the mouth.But it's expensive. And sweet!It is said that this kind of cake comes from a small country. The production process is very complex. It is often made in dozens, and only a few succeed. In short, it is expensive, no matter how cheap its raw materials are.Strong burnt coffee and sweet cakes, and a mint leaf is dotted on the edge of the cake plate. This combination is very popular in the Federation.If Mrs. Klein has seen the previous bowling game, she must know that this woman is the one who won the second place.Chris, a very common name.She simply added some makeup. After a while, another woman came in.She is wearing a waist tied emerald green dress. There are many shiny small decorations on the dress, but it won't make the dress look very classy.She wore a sun hat of the same color, a pair of sunglasses and a small satchel at her wrist.She handed the hat to the clerk, then sat opposite Chris and took off her sunglasses.It's Ms. Tracy."You're playing with fire!" she lowered her voice. "I warned you last time. Don't think about taking shortcuts all day!"Chris used to be a little afraid of Ms. Tracy for many reasons. First, Ms. Tracy's father was an old politician and had a wide range of interpersonal relationships.Secondly, her uncle is the chief Shepherd of a region and has great influence in the local and even the Federation.She herself is a pioneer of the feminist movement. This family is not a simple role. If they work together, even if Chris's husband is a judge of the state court, it is difficult to deal with it.But now, she is not afraid, because she has just slept with the president, and the president even took the initiative to invite her to play bowling together next time.At this time, Ms. Tracy, who made her afraid before, suddenly became ordinary. Maybe this is the gap.When she stands at a higher place, the mountain that used to make her feel insurmountable looks like a bag bulging on the ground under her feet!She's not even a mountain. She's just a bag."That's my private life, Tracy. You can't control my private life, okay?" her tone didn't have much anger, even in her heart.As a "successful person", she has a broad enough mind at this moment.Ms. Tracy was very angry with her. "I treat you as a friend. You say you want to... I arranged it for you. Now you treat me like this?"They sat in the corner of the cafe. At this time, no one and no one would pay attention to them.Chris looked innocent. "Did I speak ill of you?""Or seduce your husband who doesn't know where he is?""No, I didn't do anything. I just did what I thought I should do.""You don't care about this, you know?"Ms. Tracy's nose is getting angry. She wants to change her way, "you have to think about your family. If these things spread...""My husband supports me very much." in a word, she blocked what Ms. Tracy wanted to say.Ms. Tracy swore that she had never seen such a shameless woman and her husband in her life!At this time, she also understood that persuasion had no practical significance.After a moment of silence, she sighed, "I said everything I should say. In the future... Try to keep in touch as little as possible."Then she got up and left.Meddling in the president's private life is a very, very dangerous thing.Maybe in Chris and her husband's view, this is a shortcut to a higher social class, but sometimes the focus of the shortcut is not the upper society, but hell!This has not happened only once or twice in the Federation, but many times.Ms. Tracy was born in a political family. The strong political atmosphere made her very clear about the consequences of doing so!Mr. President is promoted to power by various capitalists and large consortia. They have invested too much in Mr. President. They will not allow anyone to affect Mr. President's term of office!No matter who it is, it can't.If someone creates this danger, then the person who creates this danger has only one end, that is, completely, completely disappear from the world.With him and her, everything about it completely disappeared!There will be no exception.But some people want to die and can't be stopped.Ms. Tracy left disappointed. She decided not to care about these things anymore.Chris's hand holding the coffee cup trembled, and her heart was not as calm as it seemed.She, her husband, is also experiencing a series of problems.Her own company is on the verge of bankruptcy because of poor management, and her husband, the chief justice of the state court, is gradually losing his power and status for some reasons.The Ministry of justice plans to replace him and give him a very noble job without any power.This kind of work... In fact, it has no practical value and significance. Without power and money, life can't see the future.Maybe only a shortcut can save the family.She put down her tea cup, put down twenty dollars, then got up and left. She didn't touch the exquisite and lovely cakes, so she left.Everything returned to calm. The waiter came to clean up the table. It was a young man with some freckles on his face. He looked left and right, put four cakes in his pocket, and then returned to the counter with an empty plate and coffee cup and twenty dollars.He will take these expensive cakes back and give them to his family.On the newspaper shelf beside the counter he passed by, the crazy side of the exchange was prominently printed. People waved their fists excitedly. The core of the whole picture was only the silver billboard and its upward curve!In the north, after the bombing, the warlords seemed to have broken their courage, and they began to take the initiative to avoid, which also allowed the team of Blackstone to move north safely without any obstruction.In the first week of May, less than half a month away from the scheduled location, they arrived at the scheduled location earlier than they had planned.People who were still nervous had relaxed their vigilance a little. Ryan held a gun all day thinking about the big bombing that night.During this time, he has been thinking about a question: what role can individual strength play in war?After witnessing the terrible bombing, his dream of becoming a hero gradually faded.Because he found that he had no chance to do it!If there were large planes bombing over his head, how could he escape these bombs?He can't do it, which means that he, like the enemies who died in the bombing, will eventually become one of the cold numbers.The bombing extinguished his passion to become a hero, and he became a little confused.Several days of garrison and patrol also eased the tension some time ago. Just that afternoon, several transport vehicles came from the rear.Instead of staying in the camp, they went directly to the scheduled location.Looking at the cars, Ryan felt a little strange. He saw a troop carrier full of nagalils. What did he bring the savages here for?Release in nature?Thinking of this, he laughed first. The prejudice against the nagarins always existed. It may be a good attitude to call them savages.In the mainstream society of the Federation, there is even an extreme thought, which does not regard human beings in the extremely backward civilization such as the nagarins as human beings!Yes, they think that the nagarian people and similar people just look like people, but they are not people, they are some kind of animals, so they don't need to give them the treatment that human beings can have.Like humanitarianism, morality and ethics, there is no need at all.Ryan is not so extreme, but he doesn't like the nagary.In previous reports, these people killed many foreign businessmen, including federals.The fast-moving troop transporter took the people to the edge of a mountain forest. Then the people got out of the car and began to work at the request of the supervisor.They carried some aluminum foil products into the mountain forest, then looked for some rocks, laid them flat on the rocks and compacted them with their tools.It looks like those stones have turned... Silver white!At the foot of the mountain, some workers are throwing silver ore everywhere. In addition to the supervisor, there are Blackstone safety staff with guns.If someone wants to do something against the contract, they will shoot and stop it in time.The whole mountain forest was quiet. Only some wild animals looked at these humans curiously in the distance and thought about what these people were doing with their small brains.
