Chapter 1,351 Taking the Blame and Stepping Down

As an amateur athlete, Jiang Chen was not joking.

Just a few months ago, he registered his name with the New National Olympic Committee and participated in the Olympics as an athlete.

If nothing else, he may be the first person in Olympic history to appear at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games as an invited guest and an athlete at the same time.

It was only a few years after the founding of New Zealand, and the Tokyo Olympics was the first world-class sports event for New Zealand athletes to participate. As a small sports country, without inviting foreign aid, the base of New Zealand's athletes is very small, and in many events no one even signs up to compete at all.

Some people may ask why not give athletes a bottle of genetic medicine, or directly ask the Halo Marines to sign up. There is no guarantee for sports that test skills such as football and basketball, but it is no exaggeration to say that the gold medal list for track and field events will be entirely contracted by New Zealand.

With the existing technical means, the Olympic Organizing Committee will never be able to detect the genetic agent. Only by comparing the differences in DNA morphology between germ cells and somatic cells can we detect any clues from the differences in some details.

But does this make sense?

If athletes are given drugs, the game itself will lose its meaning.

To be honest, Jiang Chen didn't care at all how many gold medals New Zealand could win in this games. On the premise that he can make all legal citizens of the new country live in the enviable eyes of people all over the world, he does not think that he or Zhang Yaping need to rely on gold medals to boost national self-confidence.

Winning is worthy of applause.

If you lose, try harder next time.

Things that should be enjoyed in the process do not need to be made into products on the assembly line.

With this mentality, when he saw that no one signed up for a project, Jiang Chen simply signed up for himself.

As for what was reported?

Anyway, it's not track and field or weightlifting, because there is no point in signing up for these two events. The genetic medicine can make him run at a superhuman level, and there is no need to compare weightlifting. His various attributes have reached the limit that humans can achieve in the 21st century a few years ago. Even if he wins, it will not bring him any sense of accomplishment...

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Just as Jiang Chen was sitting in the study room of the New Zealand Embassy, ​​explaining the next tasks to Hill in a casual tone, the White House held an emergency meeting.

The meeting place is the President's Office.

The meeting was attended by the outgoing Hillary Clinton, Secretary of State Kerry, who had competed with her on the same stage for the presidency, as well as CIA Director Henry Wilmot who was summoned, Secretary of Defense Carter and the Advanced Projects Agency who were involved in the matter. Chief Melvin Laird.

When entering the conference room, Henry glanced at Kerry. The former once sided with the latter during the presidential campaign, but the latter calmly looked away now.

A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Henry lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head again as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Henry Wilmot." With her sharp gaze locked on Henry's face, Hillary said sternly, "Do you know why you are standing here?"

What is coming will always come.

Henry knew he couldn't escape.

Opposing the T-virus is the consensus of the international community. After such a scandal broke out, a sincere apology alone is not enough. There is no need for someone to take the blame for the scandal, and this person cannot be the "great and upright" White House, nor can it be the Department of Defense who acts under orders, so it seems that there is only one suitable candidate left.

It just so happens that the old and new accounts are settled together. In the Colombian crisis, the CIA's responsibility is not small at all.

"Isn't it because I am the CIA director?" Faced with the gaze focused on him, Henry shrugged his shoulders and laughed out loud, "Other than this reason, I can't think of any other reason. Because of what."

The Director of the CIA is appointed directly by the President and also serves as a senior intelligence advisor to the President and Congress, often referred to as the President's "ears." Although his appointment required the nod of the Senate, kicking him out of this position only required a word from the president.

"You have three minutes to defend yourself. If you cannot give a convincing explanation for what happened at the Yokosuka military base, you may have to explain to the independent prosecutor." When saying this , Hillary did not look into Henry's eyes, but turned over the documents on the table expressionlessly.

"There is nothing to explain," Henry said calmly, staring into Hillary's eyes, "I will take responsibility for my mistakes."

From the moment he stepped through the door of the White House, he had anticipated what might happen today. No matter what explanation he gave, the final outcome must be that he could not convince anyone and was eventually thrown out as a scapegoat.

This is the only option to lessen the stain on America.

"...Mike Pompeo will succeed you," Clinton said.

"I have no objection," Henry said softly.

The young man who had been standing in the corner of the office stepped forward, nodded slightly to Henry, and stretched out his right hand.

"Mike Pompeo, Member of the Senate, thank you for your continued efforts in the national interest."

"Leave it to you." Holding the young man's hands, Henry looked into his eyes, with a hint of solemnity in his originally relieved voice, "This position is far more dangerous than you think."

"I will walk on thin ice to perform my duties." Mike said politely, but the raised corners of his mouth still couldn't hide the pride.

Keenly aware of the hint of triumph, Henry smiled and shook his head.

"First of all, congratulations. But before that, as your senior, I have to give you some advice."

There was no reply. Mike raised his chin slightly and gestured with his eyes to continue speaking.

"Stay away from that man, you know who I'm talking about. Including me, my senior Mr. Naomi, and his seniors." At this point, Henry shook his three fingers, originally serious His expression suddenly burst into laughter, he shook his head and laughed at himself, "This is unprecedented since the establishment of the CIA. There have been three directors in less than five years, and all because of the same man stepping down... "

"Mr. Wilmot," Hillary coughed slightly and said expressionlessly, "if this is your advice to your successor, then you can end your speech."

"As you command, my Madam President." Henry bowed gracefully, glanced at Kerry one last time, turned and left the conference room.

No one tried to save him, they just watched the loser leave with cold eyes.

For some reason, Mike suddenly felt that the back of the man leaving the conference room was so desolate...

A chill gradually rose in his heart, and Mike swallowed hard.

The moment the door was slammed shut, he suddenly understood why he felt like this at this moment when he should have been happy.

Because from Henry's back, he vaguely saw a person.

That person is none other than himself...