Chapter 908: Chapter 908: Micro Bomb
He Jingyao noticed her gaze and couldn’t help but smile: “What’s wrong?”
“Jingyao, if you ever encounter something, please don’t keep it from me.” Zhixi said seriously.
Given this man’s countless past offenses, she felt she should be more cautious.
He Jingyao pinched her cheek and chuckled: “I’m obviously fine. What are you thinking about?”
“That’s best… just don’t lie to me.” Zhixi looked at him earnestly.
He Jingyao’s eyes darkened slightly, the depths of his pitch-black eyes seemed unfathomable.
He curved his lips and solemnly promised: “Hmm, there’s really nothing. Trust me.”
Only then did Zhixi relax, nodding gently.
The TV was broadcasting a poll showing the public support rates of the two candidates.
Zhixi glanced at it and suddenly laughed: “Ning Ruixin is about to catch up with Zhuo Yuwei! At this rate, she might really become the first female president!”
He Jingyao glanced at it, his gaze cold: “Not enough.”
“Hmm?” Zhixi looked at him inquisitively.
“Ning Ruixin’s rising support is because she was credited with destroying the Base, which stirred public enthusiasm, but it’s only temporary. As time goes on, most people will reconsider what is the most important quality in a President. Just being credited with anti-terror achievements might not be enough.” He Jingyao curved his lips.
Zhixi thought about it and agreed, feeling a bit frustrated: “But if Zhuo Yuwei is elected…”
“He won’t be.” He Jingyao suddenly raised an eyebrow, “You forgot, Ning Ruixin’s achievement is Zhuo Yuwei’s death warrant. During Ning Ruixin’s destruction of the Base, she must have obtained evidence of Zhuo Yuwei’s collusion with them. When the time is right, she will surely disclose this evidence, and by then Zhuo Yuwei will have no chance of recovery.”
Zhixi nodded convincingly: “You’re right!”
Zhuo Yuwei had practically dug a pit for himself and then jumped in to bury himself.
Setting aside character, just in terms of intelligence, having this kind of person as President would be terrifying.
After dinner, Zhixi prepared to take a nap, but He Jingyao picked up his coat.
Seeing him do this, Zhixi’s face turned pale.
He Jingyao noticed, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.
He walked over and gently hugged her: “Don’t worry, I’m going to see Yanzhao, I’ll be back before dinner, okay?”
Zhixi finally relaxed a bit and obediently murmured, “Okay.”
Huo Yanzhao was sorting through materials in his office when he looked up and saw the figure of He Jingyao. He smiled: “You’re here?”
“Hmm.” He Jingyao responded, sitting down across from him, “I need your help.” Fınd the newest release on novelFɪre.net
Huo Yanzhao wasn’t surprised, chuckling: “When you said you were coming to see me, I knew it. What’s going on?”
He Jingyao took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeve, and placed his right arm on the table, speaking very lightly: “I came back midway once, and Lawrence implanted a small chip in my arm to control me.”
Huo Yanzhao’s expression changed slightly, immediately bowing his head to carefully search.
Soon, he saw a small cylindrical object embedded under the skin at He Jingyao’s elbow, which was almost invisible unless looked at closely.
He took a sharp breath: “What is this thing?”
“I don’t know.” He Jingyao glanced at him, “But I guess it’s a kind of micro-bomb.”
“You… you didn’t know anything and still dared to let him implant this thing in you?” Huo Yanzhao was at a loss for words.