C340 The Mysterious Woman

"Come on, get in the car. Let's go to Freedom Square. "

Hussein stood in the hall and urged Joseph to get in the car and leave.

At this time of the day, there were not many pedestrians on the street. However, the Freedom Square was close to the International Staff District. There were a lot of people and vendors. It must be another scene.

"Sir, Mr. Xiao taught the guards a lot of skills that we have never come into contact with before. I think we should use them. . . " Joseph carefully said. Although he did not raise his head to look, he had been secretly observing Hussein's expression.

Seeing that Hussein had revealed a trace of curiosity and joy, he immediately said:

"You are wearing casual clothes? That would be better. "

After all, Joseph was a general manager who had served the President for many years. This time, he had indeed grasped Hussein's thoughts. Hussein agreed to listen to him and quietly went to the Freedom Square. On the other side, Bauer brought a group of people back to the presidential palace.

Three large jeeps bulletproof vehicles, under the protection of a police car in front, drove towards the presidential palace.

Bauer sat in the middle of a car, and behind him sat President Hussein.

This Hussein wore a soft hair mask and a suit. He had a noble appearance, and often had his legs together. His hands supported his cheeks, and the expensive ring on his fingers appeared very dignified.

He turns around to look at the truck at the very back. The truck is filled with armed guards and he says in a low voice:

"Deputy Secretary Bauer, it is so late. You should be fine, right?"

This substitute was Harold, who had been pointed out by Xiao Qiangbing during the day due to his poor performance.

This kid looks very similar to Hussein. Although he had been reprimanded for being unprofessional, his performance this time was flawless. Even when he was sitting in the car, he imitated Hussein's appearance.

"Mr. President, remember this. Whatever Mr. Hussein usually does, you do.

Get out of the car, walk, and go to the toilet. . . It has to be the same.

Otherwise, brother, not only will your salary be suspended, it will also pursue your responsibility. . . "

Bauer sat on the passenger seat with a serious expression and a cautious expression. He did not forget to remind him in the open and in the dark that if something were to happen again, he would be in big trouble.

When the motorcade arrived at Wilson Street, the lights were obviously much brighter.

The street was not far from the presidential palace after all, and there were many rich people living there. In addition, the presidential palace had deliberately strengthened the construction of the streets here. So there were quite a few pedestrians on the street, and there were also groups of children playing football or other games.

These children were really wild. A broken paper box was used as a goal. A worn-out coconut shell was kicked all over the court. The crowd immediately cheered excitedly.

But at this moment, there was a disharmonious sound coming from the crowd.

It was the entrance of a worn-out courtyard. There were two tall and big women standing in front of six or seven five year old little girls.

For some reason, a long-haired woman aimed at a little girl and started to slap her big mouth.

The woman was strong enough, but the key was her heart. A few big mouths went down, beating the girl until she kept begging for mercy.

"Kneel down, you gluttonous thing. If we eat the food at home, we will starve to death. " The woman's expression was sinister and terrifying. Her appearance was comparable to that of Mama Rong in the movies.

The girl was still stubborn in her mouth, but the adult's palm slapped down heavily on her shoulder, fiercely pressing her skinny body to the ground. She conveniently grabbed a wooden stick and heavily hit it.

In this kind of place, it was not uncommon for adults to take care of children. But the beating was too fierce.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. . . " The girl's voice was incomparably desolate, like the sound of bones breaking.

"Bauer, what's the situation?"

In the convoy, Harold imitated Hussein's tone and asked curiously.

Hussein was a young president who was rich and powerful. His mind was filled with how to win the trust of the people. As long as there was no danger, he would be in charge of the matters of the people.

"En, bullying children is not a small matter, it is still a girl. The President is very concerned about the support rate of the female community, he should make an article. . . " Deputy Secretary Bauer secretly thought about it and immediately made a decision:

Accompanying this fake President to go down and take a look, there would definitely be a reaction from the city tomorrow. Perhaps it would even be published in the newspaper and television, praising the President for going deep into the streets and loving the people.

Harold and his group got off the car and deliberately reduced the number of guards. There were only six or seven of them. They were all dressed in suits, and if one did not look closely at their delicate earphones, one would discover that they were not old at all. One of their hands was placed in a suit. It looked like they were putting on this suit, but in reality, there were all kinds of micro-charges inside.

However, only Bauer was accompanying the president. The others were scattered all over the place, occupying very advantageous positions. To put it bluntly, if something were to happen, they would be able to reach the President in the blink of an eye.

Whether it was protecting or blocking bullets, or directly snatching the President away, it would definitely not be a problem.

"Hey, how are you? What are you doing?

Our country's laws have a rule, no physical punishment is allowed on children, they are all the future of Harris. . . "

The tall and big president strode forward, waving his hand from afar with an amiable expression.

Bauer followed closely behind, maintaining a very prominent distance from the President. However, this guy wasn't idle either. He was almost in front of the crowd, whispering to them:

"Please move back, move back a bit, our officer is coming over"

With his reminder, many people realized that this 1. 8 meter tall handsome young man in front of them was none other than the President of their country, Hussein. Thus, a lot of people surrounded him and immediately greeted him with respect:

"Wow, it really is Mr. President. . . "

"I'm so lucky, is this a dream, Mr. President. . . "

Don't look at this place as a war-torn country, the President is the highest officer, the commander-in-chief of the Army, Air, and Air Force, who wouldn't be surprised to see him?

The crowd rushed over, but the woman who had hit someone looked over vigilantly. After hesitating for a few seconds, she grabbed the girl's neck and strode into the yard like she was holding a chicken. When she reached the door, the girl kept crying. She was kicked on the waist by the woman and was dragged into the yard after a few seconds.

After greeting the enthusiastic people, the President looked at the yard and whispered, "Good people. People in the Crown Prince City live in poverty. They can't abuse their children.

What a cute child, they love sports, they love to learn, it's time for them to grow up. . . Is there any big problem with their family? No, I have to go and take a look. . . "

This Harold was too immersed in his acting. Not only did he warmly receive the citizens on the streets, he even went to their homes to take a look. However, this was very consistent with Bauer's mentality:

Tomorrow, the news would be hyped up even more. As long as the television, broadcast, and newspaper were on the news, President Hussein would definitely be very happy. Not only would he be commending them for doing a good job, but he would also be able to help the President increase the support rate of the people.