American Legendary Life

"Labor, this will be the shadow of his life..." Mary was sitting in front of the dressing table, choosing the right necklace from the jewelry box.

Thinking of ‘Labor Land,’ Mary couldn’t help turning her eyes to the jewelry sign, fearing that ‘Van Kyale’ or ‘Tigini’ would suddenly appear. ’

Li Zitao didn't answer the question, the actual game last night was a bit embarrassing, and a'labor soil' made everyone feel down.

Drinking until the dawn turned away, the senator was still hazy when he left.

That face made Li Zitao laugh in secret, no matter who sent it, that guy should be unlucky next.

Don't think that bigwigs will be very sensitive to the brand. For them, these things are just daily needs, and they don't care so much.

It was just taken when I needed it, and the piece of "work soil" imitation was perfect, which made the joke last night.

"Ma'am, the car is ready." Seeing the door drove, Frankie entered the room and said softly.

"Come here." Mary chose a three-row pearl necklace.

The deep color of black pearls, set off her black fishtail evening dress, her hair up in a bun, looks noble and mysterious.

"Perfect." He praised his wife's style, and the two left.

Today there are drama performances in school, Mary is going to see the children’s performances, and Li Zitao is going to fly to Washington.

The Defense Department’s contract requires him to finalize it, and the orders are ready.

In front of the apartment and his wife, Li Zitao got into the car with a little bit of disappointment, and was a little contented.

If it were two years earlier, even half a year, he would not have done so.

But it is now April 45. If you remember correctly, at the end of this month, Moustache held his little lover and committed suicide together.

Then came the NC's official surrender. The Allies put their focus on the Pacific battlefield and pressed against Japan.

At this time, the number of orders from the Ministry of National Defence was reduced many times compared to previous years, and Li Zitao was disappointed.

With the latest news from Hans, Washington has plans to conduct the first test explosion of a nuclear bomb in New Mexico in early May.

This detonation will become the first nuclear explosion in history. Compared with this, Li Zitao is more looking forward to its official launch into the war soon.

The plane arrived in Washington, Li Zitao took the team to the Ministry of Defense building, and then turned to the Army Command.

The next day they went to Capitol Hill, and it was not until the afternoon of the third day that Li Zitao sat in the president's office.

"Roosevelt, your situation looks terrible." Sitting on the comfortable couch that hadn't been entertained by himself, Li Zitao drank Boston Whiskey.

"Yes, I'm too tired." Roosevelt's tone was unprecedentedly tired. The closer the victory was, the less his energy was.

Once he could work continuously for 2 days and 2 nights without closing his eyes. Now, that would kill him.

"What does the medical team say?" In order to ensure smooth cooperation with the two parties, Li Zitao spent a lot of money on Roosevelt.

Among them, naturally also includes consideration of his health.

Since sitting in a wheelchair, Roosevelt's health has not been very good. After 12 years of ruling, he happened to encounter World War II. The heavy work made him proud to show his talents and let the world know his ability, but he was also burdened by it.

His body is about to eat, and the monthly spa treatment has been reduced from the initial 2 to 1 time. Recently, he has not been to the hot spring for half a year.

"They said they needed a break." Roosevelt smiled bitterly. "It's a wish... everyone knows it's impossible, and I can't stop."

"You can, you are the president." Li Zitao quipped.

"Because I am the President, I know more about the responsibilities and burdens it represents." Roosevelt's expression was particularly serious, referring to his responsibility above life.

"Come on, Franklin, this world will not stop because of the lack of anyone, even the president,

The body is the capital of the revolution. Without it, it is the worst case, at least for you and me. "

Roosevelt's physical condition, as far as the two are concerned, Li Zitao knows more than he does, and also understands clearly.

His body has reached its limit, just like a tight clockwork. If you don't loosen it, it may break bang.

In fact, he has exceeded the ‘history’ record, because today is April 20, and Roosevelt is still sitting in his wheelchair in the office of the President of Washington.

But this does not mean that his body has improved, but more like returning to the light.

Li Zitao hopes that he can stay in power for a few more years. The best way is to hand over the work to the Vice President, Chief of Staff and Secretary of State.

To give them more rights and responsibilities, his prestige is enough.

Everyone knows that he can no longer serve as president. Whether in terms of body, age or politics, Roosevelt has come to an end.

As he said in the two sessions, he will not participate in the election again, anyway!

"I can't..." Roosevelt leaned his back against the chair and murmured like a dream: "There are too many things to do, and these things need the President..."

"Man, there is always something to do..." Li Zitao didn't know what to say.

The president is not as beautiful as the outside world seems. Every order Roosevelt made was related to the lives and deaths of countless people during the war.

Not the kind that involves the future or the future, but what happens now and now.

For example, the Battle of the Pacific, and the Utah Beach in Normandy, which swept the attack on Berlin, almost every moment, people were killed by these orders.

But this is exactly what he must do.

The taste of killing is not easy, especially as the person who gave the final order, and when those people have no hatred against him.

He can paralyze himself with reasons of national interest, but no one can share and imagine his inner and mental pressure.

"Roosevelt...Roosevelt..." Before talking about the topic, Roosevelt actually fell asleep on the chair, which made Li Zitao helpless and worried.

When he stepped forward and shook him, Li Zitao's expression suddenly changed, because he found that the other party didn't seem to simply fall asleep.

"Hey, here..." Li Zitao shouted when he opened the office door.

Soon, the president's chief of staff and Secret Service personnel rushed into the room, and the medical team felt a few minutes later, and then Roosevelt was taken to the hospital.

"Sir, please stay here, we need to conduct the necessary investigation." Li Zitao was restricted to the White House office by the Secret Service.

This feeling is very bad, Li Zitao even felt that he should not choose to come to see him at this time.

In addition, for the goddess of luck, Li Zitao can now be sure that she is a moody bichi, and likes to show off the coquettish, bizarre bichi.

"Mr...." found Li Zitao near the president's desk, and the Secret Service agent standing next to him raised his hand indifferently.

"Can I make a phone call?" Li Zitao asked, pointing at the phone on the table.

"Sorry." The rejection was simple and clear, without regard to other factors. After all, just 20 minutes ago, President of the United States was just sent to the hospital for rescue.

Anxiously waiting for Li Zitao to live like a year, he was almost certain that Roosevelt's life came to an end.

He happened to be on the scene, and there were only two of them in the office.

Ok!

Sitting on the sofa, Li Zitao knew that it was no use worrying now. It seemed that he was going to spend time in Washington tonight.

It is said that the sofa here is not comfortable at all. Can someone give him a quilt?

It is best to use silk fabric, which is filled with cotton from India, because it is raining again in Washington.

This long and anxious night was not alone. Four secret service agents stood at the corners of the room, staring intently at the front.

Outside, the disappearance of the president’s death has not yet spread.

At 11:36 that night, President Roosevelt declared death.

The people in the Congress Office and the Vice President’s office are busy. They need to ensure the succession ceremony tomorrow morning and discuss the president’s burial specifications.

There is no doubt that Roosevelt, who died the most during the succession of American succession, will become one of the greatest presidents in the United States.

His sudden death was a heart-wrenching loss, and it could not be ignored for the United States or the Allies.

But, as Li Zitao said earlier.

This world will never stop for a person, even if he is one of the most powerful people in the world today.

Fortunately, the president died of illness. If other issues are involved, then it will be a mess in the world.

It's just that in the busy process, some people seem to ignore that there are still people waiting for news in the president's office.

In New York, some people are getting in touch with Washington by phone.

"When the boss entered Washington in the afternoon, there was no news~www.readwn.com~ At midnight, the Secret Service personnel blocked the entire Washington, and no news has come out yet."

Ava, who accompanied Li Zitao to Washington, sent the news back to New York, and Mary also dialed the party whip, when she was on the phone.

The news was that he hurried away three hours ago, and the call came from Washington.

This made Mary realize clearly that something was wrong with Washington, and now she needed to know what happened.

"Ben, I think you already know... yes, Washington martial law, Charlie has been staying inside, I'm a little worried...ok..."

After finishing the conversation with Ben, Mary stood by the phone and waited for a reply.

Ben on the other end of the phone also contacted their lovely ally, Charles Adams, who had just joined Lee.

Charles Adams Jr.’s voice sounded crisp and magnificent. It seemed that he was not in his sleep, and from his mouth, Ben also received shocking news.

Roosevelt passed away.

This was really unexpected, and his BOSS happened to be in the office and needed to undergo some routine review.

"Ben, there won't be any problems, right?" Mary asked a little nervously.

"Of course, ma'am, I promise BOSS will call you tomorrow morning, trust me." Ben said in a positive tone.

"That's fine, hard work, Ben, take a break early." Mary answered with a lot of relief after getting an accurate answer.

It is better to believe in my husband than to believe in Ben.

He wouldn't do anything to hurt the president. If there are friends who admire and respect him, that person must be Roosevelt.

Even though he often behaved indefinitely, with some wise choices to stay on the sidelines, Li Zitao still values ​​his friendship.