Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 873: President

Earth, Babylon.

The floating island was as prosperous as before, and the death arena, which happened to be held every few years, would be reconvened. The noble people on the island were lively again. To them, the war in the outer realms was not as lively as the death arena in front of them. Coupled with the fact that the organizing committee did not spare any effort to publicize the arena, the popularity of the arena on the floating island gradually increased. The things that the noble people usually talked about gradually changed from which team in the Garden of Eden obtained new results to which district's candidates were worth betting on.

However, most people with good eyesight could tell that there were many suspicions of diverting the public's attention from the massive publicity for this year's death arena. However, it was unknown who had given the order.

There is a White House in Babylon.

The White House is modelled on buildings of the same name from the old days, albeit on a much smaller scale. After all, in this land-rich Babylon, even the president of the Federation could not squander it. On the contrary, we have to put on an image of diligence and frugality in order to win the support of the public. The Federation has had hundreds of years of storms, and successive presidents have had different styles. This term's president, Mobius, gave off an even more bloody and tough image of the army. He was originally from the military, and after taking over as president, he wore military uniforms on all occasions. He pushed forward the military power of the Federation and persuaded the Council with the viewpoint of "how can a country be strong if its soldiers are not strong", winning the support of many nobles from wealthy families. During his ten years in office, the Federation's military strength had increased by leaps and bounds, and a heavenly genius like Windsor Belo had emerged from nowhere, shining brilliantly on the chaotic battlefield. These ten years were destined to be a decade of bright stars in the history of the Federation!

Now, Mr Mobit's term is coming to an end. On the island, there was no new talent in politics that could take over. So, if nothing unexpected happens, Mobius will be in office for another ten years. This meant that the president's team could continue to prosper. In that brilliant light, Adaline was convinced that there was a place for her.

Edarine is the chief secretary of the presidential cabinet. She is tall, blonde, and sexy. However, she had an icy cold appearance, and there were many people pursuing her, but they were always refusing to let her go a thousand miles away. Everyone in the White House didn't know about this iceberg beauty, but she was ice-cold. Those flower veterans all knew that such a woman was cold outside and hot inside. It was a different feeling to put her to bed.

This woman came from a commoner background and had no family background to support her. Originally, even in the White House, such a person had already been given to some of the big shots she liked. But who told her to be President Mobit's secretary? This president was also from a civilian background and took good care of people who were also from a civilian background. Although the President has no backing from his family, his influence in the army is only below Capullo's. With a million troops as his backing, who would be so foolish as to provoke Mobius just to taste the touching taste of an iceberg beauty?

Apparently not.

Moreover, the president, who was still in his prime, and the young and beautiful secretary. If there were no personal matters between the two of them, who would believe it? Even Mobbit himself did not believe that the president had never heard of a partner since he was last married. No matter how diligent he was in politics, he had to vent some of his physiological needs. Therefore, having a few secret bedmates wasn't a big deal.

Amongst them, Elena was undoubtedly the one who had been most favored and the one who had been the longest.

At this moment, the secretary was bored as she watched the announcement of the new Death Arena on the screen. A young man from District 7 made her feel a little more energetic. The young man named Eppie was tall and big, and his well-defined muscles and mermaid lines were even more stimulating to female hormones. Elena tightened her legs silently, but on the surface, she still had an expressionless expression.

It was precisely because she was always so cold that Mobie couldn't let go of her in bed. Even though this woman's body was cooperating with her when she had an orgasm in bed, she still had an indifferent expression on her face. This contradictory look created a huge gap, enough to drive any man crazy.

Elena turned off the screen.

Although that youth is not bad, he is only a toy at most. Moreover, no matter how strong he was, Elena didn't believe that he would be stronger than the man in the room. She had not only experienced Mobbit's toughness once, but the man's entire body seemed to be made of steel, even there. She could not remember how many times she had fainted in the happiest of moments under Mobit's attack. But when she woke up, the man was still conquering her body, and then she fainted again in a new round of happiness.

Anyway, after spending the night in the President's bed, the next day, the White House would never see the figure of this iceberg beauty.

Now, when she thought of what the president felt like, Elena felt her entire body go soft, her heart beat faster, her legs tightened, and she couldn't see any gaps in her body.

Suddenly, the phone at the table rang. It was the White House's insider phone. Elena hurriedly answered, and without any surprise, Mobbit's voice sounded, "Miss Elena, please make me a cup of coffee."

"Alright, please wait a moment."

Elena stood up. A moment later, she walked into the office with a cup of fragrant coffee. The office window was open and the wind blew in. It was winter, and the wind was not comfortable at all. Elena was just an ordinary person, and her face was pale from the wind. She was afraid that if this window was not closed, she would become a real iceberg beauty.

The tyrannical figure standing by the window moved. Mobie closed the window and spat out a mouthful of turbid air.

Elena put down her coffee and said, "Here's your coffee, Mr. President."

Then, he stood quietly to the side.

After following Mobbit for a while, Elena knew that the president was upset and wanted to talk to someone. However, she would not take the initiative to ask. That would be too unwise. So she just stood there, and if Mobbit was willing to say it, she would listen. After hearing this, she would forget everything when she walked through the door.

This was her strength. She was able to stay by the president's side for so long, and she didn't just work hard on the bed.

Mobbit walked back, sat on a large chair behind his desk, took a sip of coffee, and suddenly said, "Russen and I talked for a long time, hey, it's time for the Beth Cod family to show up again."

Elena raised her eyebrows and did not reply.

Mobbit seemed accustomed to talking to himself as he continued, "So the Garden of Eden is just a cover. The true purpose of the invasion was to cover up for the so-called Death Star Project." What a big deal, what a deep setup. The Grai and Catus alone could not do such a thing, and behind them was the Paragon of Agares. "

'"Hey, he played a good game of chess. Unfortunately, the chess pieces outside the chessboard scattered the layout, causing our success to be in vain. How can we say that we are still a bit lucky. As for Beth Cod, he is lucky." Mobbit put down his cup and tapped on the table with his finger. "Alan of the Bescord family has done a great job. Russen asked me what kind of military service I should be awarded. Elena, what do you think?" josei

Elena shook her head. The water in the Federation and the nobles was mixed and deep. She was a smart woman, so she wouldn't interfere in this. Moreover, Mobius was the one who really made the decision. It would be good if she was right about His Excellency the President's thoughts. If he was wrong, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?

Mobbit did not mind, and instead jumped to another matter. "I heard not long ago that Old Horn went to the surface and secretly traveled. But on the way home, he was attacked. The other party used the Flaming Star missile and sent out a brat called Black Saber Murphy. That brat's strength isn't bad, but he can be used to deal with Old Horn. He's not even a few notches away. Do you know who did it? "

The golden-haired secretary did not look sideways. She did not want to know such important secrets at all. For ordinary people, the more they knew, the faster they would die. Even though the dirty water from the grudges of the nobles probably wouldn't spill on Mobius, Lotus was still shocked in her heart. Even she knew that both Old Horn and Marshal Capulo were legendary figures of that era.

To think that someone would dare to attack such a legend on the surface, that courage was no longer something that could be described with boldness.

As for whose idea it was, Elena didn't want to know, much less dare to know.

But Mobbit said, "No surprise. Eight out of ten. Nine should be Old Bell of Beth Cordery." That old brat had some shameful uses with Mayne before, but it was a pity that Anna had destroyed them. Not long ago in the Garden of Eden, Mayne had even attacked Allen's little fellow, provoking Fordin to travel a thousand miles alone. The big thorn had messed up the Alexander Clan's territory, causing the alliance between Des Moines and the Smith Clan to be suspended. Hmph, taking action against the heirs is a big taboo among the nobles. Maine is also ruthless enough. Unfortunately, he still owes some luck. This time, I want to see who he wants to wipe his butt with. "

Elena almost wanted to snatch the door and leave. All of the things that Mobius said at this moment were horrible secrets. None of this should be known by an ordinary person like her, but His Excellency the President told her everything, which made Elena wish she could be deaf.

Mobbit circled back, "If nothing unexpected happens, sooner or later there will be a full-blown war between Beth Cod and the Alexandrians." But with Old Bell, I guess Horn will settle this family conflict first before considering dealing with Alexander. At this time, Alan has made another great contribution. Since Russen asked me what contribution I should give him, I think it would be better to give him a first-class military contribution. That resource-rich numbered planet should land on Beth Cod's head. "Elena, what do you think?"

The golden-haired secretary forced herself to calm down and said, "Alright."

"Alright?" Mobbit shook his head. "I don't think so, at least for Beth Cod." They've been in the limelight these past few years, and with this numbered planet, Beth Cod should be enough to threaten the three great families above. Moreover, this way, Old Bell would be more jealous of the position of Patriarch. That old thing would probably cause more trouble for the Patriarch, and Horn would probably have a headache. Because at this time, threatening the three wealthy families was not conducive to the development of the clan. But what does that have to do with me? Therefore, this first-class military merit must still be given out. In this way, the nobles would probably be very busy in the next period of time. So you see, no plan can keep up with this change. "I don't do anything. I just need to push the boat along and let the chess pieces fall as I want."

"When the nobles are in a mess, there will probably be some people who will put down their face and cooperate with us. After all, there was already a Main, and those old tunes can be broken. Elena, what do you think of the idea of reshuffling the relationship between the nobles and the Federation?"

This time, the secretary didn't dare to say a word.