Chapter 1,154 Losing Control

"You are?"

Standing at the door of his home, Mike Pence frowned and looked at the two men in suits in front of him. He had just returned from walking the dog and was about to take a shower and go to bed. However, before he could enter the bathroom, the doorbell rang.

The first time he saw the two people, he intuitively told him that they were probably political brokers or something like that. When he was governor, he would receive a business card from such a person almost every few days.

But since he came to Washington, this situation has subsided a lot.

Although he has taken his position a step further, everyone knows that the Vice President of the United States is a mascot.

"Introduce yourself. My name is Eugene Eric. This is my assistant, Kain Jie." Eric introduced himself politely and handed over his business card. "This is Please accept my business card."

After taking the business card and glancing at it twice, Pence stuffed it into his pocket and frowned.

"Oh, then Mr. Eric, what can I do for you?"

"In short, we are from K Street and want to talk to you about work issues." Eric smiled politely.

"K Street?" Pence smiled as if he heard something funny. "Then you've probably got the wrong person. Didn't your boss tell you that it's better to go to the Congress than to the Vice President?" The congressman is reliable.”

Eric and his partner Jay looked at each other, smiled, and continued to look at Pence.

"We would rather call you future president than vice president."

Pence frowned, and just as he was about to say something, Eric spoke first.

"Don't you invite us in?" Eric said.

Pence was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal and said in a relaxed tone.

"Of course, that's what I'm planning to do."

Entering the house, Pence asked his wife to prepare a glass of orange juice for each of them, and then he took a glass of boiled water and sat on the sofa in the living room. Pence asked immediately after his wife went upstairs to bed.

"Are you planning to impeach Trump?"

"...You can think so, but I didn't say anything," Eric smiled.

"You can't succeed," Pence said with a smile as he leaned on the sofa. "The person you want to impeach is the president. You don't have any chance until he does something that is outrageous to both humans and gods."

The impeachment process must first be reviewed by the Judiciary Committee of the House of Representatives to review the evidence and materials to determine whether there is a basis for starting a formal impeachment investigation. If impeachment proceedings are initiated, the House of Representatives only needs a majority vote to approve the articles of impeachment and then send them to the Senate. But in the Senate, a two-thirds majority vote is required to convict the impeached person. If the subject of impeachment is the president, the Senate trial must also be presided over by the chief justice of the Supreme Court.

If an impeachment case is launched, both the House of Representatives, the Senate and the Supreme Court will have to get involved. From the perspective of procedures alone, we know how difficult it is to impeach a president. Even if Wall Street had monstrous abilities, it would be impossible to bribe two-thirds of the Senate members.

In U.S. history, Congress has only conducted impeachment inquiries against three presidents, but none were ultimately removed from office.

"Let's not talk about whether we have a chance to succeed," Eric smiled. "We are here to visit you today. We just want to talk to you about what will happen after becoming president."

"After becoming president?" Pence raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "If you can really make me become president-"

"Please believe us, of course we can," interrupted Pence. Eric nodded seriously, then glanced at the assistant next to him, signaling him to take out the contract from his briefcase.

"This is..." Pence frowned slightly.

"A secret contract. As long as both parties fulfill their respective obligations, no third person will know about this contract." As he spoke, Eric opened the first page of the contract and pointed to a certain line of clauses in it. , “If you become president, you have to stay tough for four years,

For example, on the Colombian issue, such as on the Pacific issue... you should understand what I mean. "

"Of course." After taking a sip of the plain water in the cup, Pence put down the cup, picked up the document, and said calmly, "You don't need to tell me these things, I know how to do them."

Not only did he know what this sentence meant, he could also probably guess who sent these two people.

According to an analysis by the Wall Street Journal, if the U.S.'s expectation to join the Earth Defense Alliance is fulfilled, the North American arms market will experience the largest contraction this century. Even the most conservative estimate is that this number will not be lower than Apple's market value.

In this case, who can't sit still and guess?

Turning the document to the last page, he saw a familiar and expected surname on the line where the signature was signed.

Morgan…

…

The three-day state visit has ended.

At the airport in Koro City, Jiang Chen sent Trump to the ramp and shook hands with him before boarding the plane.

"Wish you a safe journey."

"Haha, thank you," Trump shook Jiang Chen's right hand and said with a smile, "Keluo City is a good place, as well as Penglai City. It's a pity that I couldn't go to Star Ring City this time. If I have a chance to come here another day, I will definitely go up there and take a look!”

"There will be many opportunities in the future." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

After putting Trump on the plane until the plane took off, Jiang Chen turned and walked towards the VIP channel of the airport.

Standing at the entrance of the passage, Ayesha was waiting there.

"Let the ghosts of North America pay attention and focus on protecting Trump's safety during this period."

Ayesha tilted her head and looked at Jiang Chen and asked.

"Do you think Morgan's people will take action against him?"

"Those people can do anything, so you have to be careful." After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen continued, "Well, you ask Bernice to pay attention over there. At least before the negotiation treaty takes effect, we must ensure that He is still alive. As well as the Boston Consortium, tell them the content of today’s meeting, they know what to do.”

"I'll go right away." Ayesha nodded seriously.

On the other side, the plane has been taking off for a while.

Sitting a little bored in his seat, Trump looked around and suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he whistled to the passing stewardess and showed off his white teeth with what he thought was a charming smile.

"Can you get me a cup of coffee?"

Giving him a charming look, the stewardess turned and walked towards the nose of the plane, and soon returned to Trump's side.

"Mr. President, your coffee."

"Thanks."

Taking the steaming paper cup, Trump brought it to his mouth, blew on it, and sipped the coffee in the cup.

At this moment, he sniffed and frowned slightly.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but he could smell a strange smell from just now.

Frowning, Trump looked around.

The moment his eyes fell on the window, the expression on his face suddenly froze...