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"Stubborn."
After saying that, he waved his hand again, as if calling out to the outside of the room.
Suddenly the door to the room was opened, and Walden, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now showed a look of terror on his face, his expression changed drastically, as if his mother had died.
Because he saw a person carrying a camera come in, and behind this person was another person.
The person was not only carrying a large bag, but was also taking some items out of the bag.
A camera.
A teacher's badge.
A small, bright red flag, incredibly vibrant and dazzling.
Fang Zhenhua snapped his fingers and spoke to the two top imperial guards.
"Hold him down."
He yelled as Walden was pinned down.
"Fuck! Let me go! You can't treat me like this! I'm the CIA director, you have no right to treat me like this!"
"Waaah, please, you can't do this! Please let me go! You're so unreasonable, you might as well just torture me instead of doing this."
"No!"
For American politics, the most important issue is always anti-government.
The prevalence of McCarthyism has led the entire American political arena to pay close attention to this issue, and anyone associated with the Communist Party will not fare well.
As the CIA director, Walden knew all too well what the consequences would be, so he was terrified.
It wasn't that Walden was cowardly, but rather that Fang Zhenhua's actions were too ruthless, completely cutting off Walden's escape route.
If this video is released, Walden's future in the United States will be completely ruined. No one cares whether you are innocent or not; it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.
A skilled guard from the Imperial Guard touched Walden's back a few times, rendering him immobile.
Then they forcibly shoved the red flag into his hand and pinned the badge to his chest. The camera started filming, and another camera clicked away.
Fang Zhenhua crossed his legs, tapped his toes, and said with some lingering interest after watching.
"I feel like something's not quite right! Is something missing?"
Gao Dazhuang chimed in from the side.
"Should we let him sing the national anthem?"
Fang Zhenhua clapped his hands.
"Yes, sing it quickly, sing the national anthem."
“Look, the Stars and Stripes will fly high in this land of freedom, the homeland of warriors.” At this moment, Walden’s voice broke into tears.
"Are you fucking stupid? Who the hell told you to sing this? Sing our national anthem."
"I...I don't know how!"
"Dazhuang, you teach him. Make sure he learns it. If he doesn't, he'll go hungry for three days."
"Yes, right, how about we have him sing 'The East Is Red' again?"
"The Internationale is fine too."
Upon hearing these lewd words, Walden rolled his eyes and fainted.
But Fang Zhenhua was determined to get him to the bottom, so how could he let him fall into a coma so easily?
After being dealt with a few times by the imperial guards, Walden regained his senses.
Under Gao Dazhuang's tutelage, Walden finally sang the national anthem, "The East Is Red," and "The Internationale" in front of the camera, using his broken language.
After he finished doing all that, Walden was released and walked out of the room to stand in front of Fang Zhenhua.
As soon as Walden opened his mouth, Fang Zhenhua, dressed in a Zhongshan suit with a hammer and sickle badge on his chest, extended his hand to him warmly.
"Comrade Walden, you've worked hard."
The camera turned on again, and William Walden couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You son of a bitch!"
But under the menacing gazes of the others, Walden had no choice but to extend his hand and shake hands with Fang Zhenhua as well.
"Comrade Walden, let me introduce myself. My name is Fang Zhenhua. Like you, I am also an intelligence officer. From now on, we will be comrades working together. I hope we can work together to contribute to the cause of the Party and the revolutionary cause."
"A good comrade like you is very important to us. Don't worry, we will definitely help you to keep getting promoted. In the future, you might even become the director of the CIA!"
Who the hell is gay with you?
Walden watched Fang Zhenhua speak with such conviction, and couldn't help but think to himself, "Damn it, I really didn't mean to betray my country!"
But does all of this matter?
Walden was destined to be involved.
Chapter 69 Marcos Pays Protection Money
William Walden looked at Fang Zhenhua with a complicated expression, and after a long while, he finally spoke.
"Why me? Is it just because of the arms purchase?"
"Would you believe me if I said I could read faces?"
"what?"
"To put it simply, face reading is the ability to predict your future destiny through your face. Your face has a noble appearance, indicating that you will not only become the director of the CIA, but also the vice president of Alicia. That's why I see your potential."
When William Walden heard these words, he was filled with a sense of absurdity.
It's as if someone is standing in front of him saying, "I'm the second son of God, and Jesus is my brother."
Are you kidding me?
Forget the Vice President, what about me? The CIA Director?
It's just that William Walden couldn't speak Chinese, otherwise he would have been able to say a whole sentence in a high-pitched voice.
Dude, are you overestimating me?
Fang Zhenhua, in a very familiar manner, put his arm around William Walden's shoulder.
"Comrade Walden, I know very well how American politics works. As long as you have money, you have a bright future. I can support you strongly and find you a financial backer. As long as we work together, your future will be bright."
"Don't be silly. Don't ruin your future for the sake of so-called national interests. Do you really want to stay in the position of East Asia Regional Director forever? Don't you want to be one of those high-ranking big shots?"
"Don't let your patriotism hold you back."
Walden looked at Fang Zhenhua with a questioning expression.
"Are you really that capable?"
"You know my methods very well, don't you? Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I'm also a prophet. Do you believe that a coup will happen in Luzon next February?"
Fang Zhenhua decided to act like a charlatan in front of Walden because he knew that Westerners sometimes actually fell for that.
To everyone's surprise, Walden said with a speechless expression.
"Don't you believe in materialism? Why are you dabbling in theology? And what do you mean by not letting your patriotism hold you back? Isn't everything you've done for your country?"
"Of course I am."
"Comrade Walden, I am a communist with faith. How can you, a bourgeois reactionary, compare to me? Of course, I feel obligated to recruit you into the party organization."
Walden looked at Fang Zhenhua with a look of fear on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, Comrade Walden, let's read the declaration of joining the Party together."
This is Walden's immediate thought: What a rip-off! It's such a rip-off.
Not only did they film him, but they also tried to recruit him into the Party. With all this, what other path could he possibly take but to the very end?
If something happens to him, he's dead meat!
Walden's voice even had a hint of a sob.
"Please, please let me go."
Fang Zhenhua said in a very serious tone.
"Comrade Walden, your awareness is too low. You must undergo rigorous training by the Party organization. We are now fighting for the liberation of all mankind, including the American people. This is an incomparably sacred revolutionary cause. How can you want to be a deserter?"
Then Fang Zhenhua asked in a sinister tone.
"Are you trying to desert? I'm a former soldier, and deserters never have a good ending!"
Walden was on the verge of tears; he regretted not having used such underhanded tactics against Fang Zhenhua.
They tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead!
Under Gao Dazhuang's tutelage, William Wall memorized the oath of joining the Party, which shows that he does have talent.
Above a Party flag, with cameras placed on either side, it was very formal and very commemorative.
William Walden, the CIA's East Asia director and future CIA director, slowly raised his right hand.
"I volunteer to join... I am loyal to the Party... and will never betray the Party."
After reading the oath of joining the Party, William Walden looked at Fang Zhenhua with a complicated expression.
"Is it okay?"
"Comrade Walden, now we are true comrades. The Party organization will definitely support your actions. We must share resources and dedicate our lives to the Party's revolutionary cause."
"Me." Walden opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just sighed.
"Comrade Walden, the organization has now assigned you its first task: find Brigadier General Marcos of Luzon and do not delay the organization's plans."
"May I ask what your plans are?"
"Now is not the time. You'll know next February."
"Will there really be a coup next February?"
As the head of the East Asia region, William Walden was well aware that Marcos's rule was crumbling.
But as things stand, there are absolutely no signs of a coup!
The CIA is confident enough in its intelligence capabilities, but the fact that even the CIA failed to detect any problems is the biggest issue!
"Whether a coup will happen or not, you'll find out next year, Comrade Walden. How about we make a bet?"
"What's the stakes?"
"If a coup occurs next year, you must agree to one condition. Otherwise, if it doesn't happen, I will destroy all your videos in front of you."
Walden agreed without a second thought, but he could never have guessed that Fang Zhenhua had him completely under his thumb.
What kind of prophet are there?
He's just a time traveler taking an open-book exam.
William Walden was sensible; after joining the party, he went to see Brigadier General Marcos again.
Of course, he didn't directly refuse, but said that his leader needed to reconsider.
To put it bluntly, this is simply extending the original empty promise.
Who the hell knows if this check will cash?
It's only been a few days!
Brigadier General Marcos immediately reported the news of the dramatic change that had taken place in Winniwalden to his uncle.
Now Marcos is in an even more precarious position.
He had no choice but to immediately summon Gong Kaichen to the Presidential Palace and reveal his true intentions to him.
“I have one billion US dollars in cash, one billion US dollars worth of jewelry, and six tons of gold in China. I also have some other businesses that I plan to sell this time. The total value is about 25 billion US dollars. I would like to deposit them into your country’s bank account. Is that possible?”
"Of course, Mr. President, we welcome you! We will certainly protect your property."
"Thank you, thank you! Well..."
"Does the President need weapons and equipment? We can discuss that, wouldn't you agree?"