Darkstone Code

Some still believe that aliens control the Federation, that those top-level politicians are actually aliens conducting human experiments on Paradise Island, seeking to find genetic defects in humans so they can enslave humanity.

These people also call for these politicians to be executed with electric chairs, claiming that the electric shock will peel off their outer skin, revealing their true form.

In short, this is absolutely a media frenzy, a frenzy of public opinion. Countless media outlets are starting to attack the political system of the Federation and the Members of Parliament with great fervor.

The President is also watching this news. He feels that the media’s public opinion is not excessive, and even the media affiliated with the Progressive Party, and some media he can influence, are also attacking Congress.

The President and Congress can never stand on the same front line; everyone wants more power, but no one is willing to let go.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that about half of the members are from the Progressive Party. They and the President are not on the same team; they belong to the Progress Party Committee, not to the President.

The unique political system of the Federation is so interesting; you think we are on the same side, but in reality, we are enemies.

You think we are enemies, but sometimes our cooperation is much closer than you imagine!

Watching Congress being overwhelmed by public opinion, the President couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Did I just laugh out loud?" he asked Mr. Truman with a smile, and the latter confirmed it.

The President wiped his face, "Damn, I just couldn’t help it."

He laughed again, "You should really see that old man’s grim face, it’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Although we all knew it would be like this, I still couldn’t help it."

He was talking about the chairman of the Progress Party Committee, a short elderly man who ironically stands at the pinnacle of power in the Federation.

How to put it when it comes to this kind of thing?

It’s like knowing that getting cut with a knife will hurt, and you’ve prepared for it, but when the knife really cuts you, it’s as if you made no preparations at all!

Sometimes, just saying "I know" doesn’t mean you really "know." No one can truly achieve that.

Mr. Truman also showed a slight smile, "I heard that the number of people to be adjusted this time might be even more!"

Indeed, as Horn continues to expose, quite a few people involved are in Congress, and Paradise Island... it’s a very alternative social venue.

It turns participants in certain activities into members of some "Secret Party." They won’t openly say this, but everyone knows that they are united in a certain sense.

You know about my affairs, and I know about yours, so both sides are locked together.

But in reality, this is not entirely a bad thing.

Within the Progressive Party, there’s not complete unity either, as many people form small groups trying to change certain things, such as... trying to seize the actual power of the new party committee.

There are quite a few of these people. They differ from those aspiring to become President or lifelong Chief Justice; they don’t want the kind of power recognized by the public, but the core power!

Though their camps are the same, their positions differ somewhat, leading to fierce internal struggles.

Now, with a large number of people being purged, after the short elderly man in control of the Progress Party Committee grumbles for a while, he should soon smile.

"Currently, it seems they have no chance to fight back," Mr. Truman gave the President a piece of good news, "As long as we continue pressing at the current pace, they will show more flaws!"

The President clapped his hands in satisfaction, "With the Duncan Clan taken down, plus education reform, and your support, the next four years don’t seem to be a problem."

Mr. Truman also gave high affirmation to this; it clearly is no longer an issue.

"I’m looking forward to it!" he said.

When people are in a good mood, they tend to do things that make them happier, simply doubling the pleasure.

The President, who hadn’t played ball in a while, thought it was a good day, so he decided to play a happy game of ball, which would exponentially increase the joy.

He then arranged his afternoon work and returned to the estate.

This is the advantage of being the President; when he feels he doesn’t need to work, no one can force him back to his desk.

He then called Chris, hoping this skilled lady would enjoy a pleasant afternoon with him.

Chris did not hesitate at all and appeared at the estate shortly afterward.

The President arranged for someone to pick her up, a process entirely under control, ensuring nothing would go wrong, something a butler is very adept at handling.

The two went to the court. The President, already in full gear, cleared the first ball and felt his touch was fantastic!

Sometimes people just find everything going smoothly.

The score stretched from the beginning. Though Chris kept up the chase, she could never catch up.

The President today was like... he was decades younger, full of concentration!

When the first game ended, the President won by a large margin, enhancing the pleasure he derived as the "victor," so he started the second game without even resting.

By the second game, Chris was already a bit out of breath. She had to wear less to ensure she could move freely. She tried hard but still lost.

In the third game, she was barely wearing anything and was very focused on the match, but ultimately... the President was too strong today, defeating her easily without needing any handicap, which she found a bit incredible.

She knew the old man’s stamina and concentration usually started to wane by the second game and were practically exhausted before starting the third game.

She didn’t know what made the President so... enduring?

"I need to touch up my makeup," the President, already sitting down to rest, glanced at the naked Chris and nodded.

She walked aside to touch up her makeup, spraying some perfume in the process.

The perfume was very high-end; even using it to conceal the camera inside, it remained high-end.

Returning to kneel in front of the President, Chris began a new round of work.

After a brief silence, she asked, "Although I don’t always want to say this, my husband’s job..."

She paused, her hands also pausing briefly, "He hopes to quickly invest in a new job with a sense of mission..."

This was her last attempt. If the President could grant this small wish, she’d abandon the other plan and continue serving him.

She didn’t want to waste such an opportunity since it was the President. If he could fulfill some promises, there was no need for her to do anything harmful to either side.

The President slightly frowned, "I said that once I get re-elected, many positions will open up, and it will be easy to place him then. Right now, every position is occupied, placing him anywhere purposely would be too conspicuous."

Before Chris could say anything, the President stroked her head, "Turn around, let me take it from here..."

Chris had no choice but to silently turn around, cooperating with the President while glancing at the perfume bottle not far away.

She didn’t know if it was working, but she knew what choice to make.

After three rounds of bowling, the President’s strength actually wasn’t much. He only felt he had lots of energy left, but in reality, he didn’t.

Soon, he returned to the recliner, slowly experiencing the rhythm of life flowing through him.

He looked at the ceiling, his gaze piercing through the thick roof and into the sky.

Behind the clouds, he saw a powerful Federation, one under his leadership.

He would become one of the greatest Presidents in the history of the Federation, going down in history, written in textbooks.

This is the ultimate pursuit of politicians!