Miss President wants to talk to you

The hotel manager also received the news.

They were asked to check the check-in records for the past two days.

Pay special attention to middle-aged men who travel alone and appear to be in disguise.

Some hotels also arrange for staff to check guests' appearances while delivering water and cleaning rooms.

Throughout the entire operation, Robitt left no written record.

It was just a verbal request.

But wherever the news reached, almost no one raised any questions.

One day later.

Gus's photos have appeared at train stations, hotels, and highway checkpoints in every state.

The entire south was already in a state of panic.

Every key node has been mobilized.

As long as Gus appears in the south, there is absolutely no way he can escape!

……

Virginia.

In a small town hotel.

Gus sat by the window, watching the cars pass by below.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

“Mr. Gus, it’s me.”

A woman dressed in a low-key manner walked in from outside the door; she was an agent from the Investigation Bureau.

She was holding a message that had just been delivered.

"They've already started looking for you in the south."

Gus took the document, which recorded the orders received by several stations and hotels.

"They're pretty quick," he said.

“Robit was also involved, though he kept a low profile, but only he could pull off such a show.”

The agent asked, "When do you plan to show up?"

"today."

Gus folded the document and put it in his pocket.

"Judging by the time, it's about time I appeared in front of others."

Gus had followed the Rosef family for many years and was always reliable in his work.

That's why Eleanor chose him for this project.

After half an hour.

After leaving the room, Gus did not evade the station's patrol personnel; instead, he went into the waiting hall on his own initiative.

Soon, a ticket seller recognized him.

Although he concealed it well, Gus noticed.

He didn't buy any more tickets and turned to walk towards the side entrance of the station.

The two men who were sitting on the bench stood up almost simultaneously.

Gus quickened his pace.

The footsteps behind them quickened.

Just as he stepped out of the station, he suddenly turned around and slammed the suitcase he was carrying behind him.

The man at the front was caught off guard and hit in the chest, staggering back a few steps.

Gus seized the opportunity to rush into the alley next door.

Another person caught up and reached out to grab his shoulder.

Gus turned to the side, elbowed the other man in the face, and then pulled a revolver from his coat.

"Don't come any closer!"

The two people at the alley entrance immediately stopped.

The man who had been hit by the suitcase clutched his chest and hurriedly said:

“Mr. Gus, we are not from the Bureau of Investigation.”

Gus asked coldly, "Then who are you?"

“Mr. Wilkes sent us.”

Gus did not lower his gun: "I don't know any Wilkes."

"But he knows you."

The man said, "He also knows that the president is looking for you."

Gus's expression changed slightly.

How much do you know?

"This is not the place to talk."

"Then let's not talk about it."

Gus bent down to pick up the suitcase, gripped his pistol tightly, remained alert, and retreated away.

At the same time, he began to count down in his mind.

Five, four, three...

"Wait a moment!"

These people were even more eager than Gus had imagined.

Seeing that Gus was about to leave, they couldn't wait to ask him to stay.

“Mr. Gus, I know you don’t trust anyone right now, how about this?”

The man threw down all his weapons, spread his arms, and indicated that he posed no threat.

"We really didn't have any bad intentions, we just wanted to help you!"

"Believe me, this is our territory. You've been exposed, and you can't leave now."

"But we don't want to use force. You can take me hostage! I won't resist!"

This gesture clearly shows great sincerity.

Even Gus was infected.

He remained silent for a long time, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long silence, Gus slowly nodded.

I'm willing to meet with Wilkes.

Ten minutes later.

A black car drove away from the town.

Gus sat in the back, his suitcase on his lap, a pistol pressed against the person next to him.

The car kept moving.

Gus was eventually taken to a secluded meeting place.

Wilkes had been waiting for a long time.

To put Gus at ease, he had no bodyguards with him.

At least not openly.

"Mr. Gus."

Upon seeing Gus arrive, Wilkes suppressed his excitement and rose to greet him.

At the same time, I kept feeling emotional.

As expected of Mr. Robert.

The FBI searched for so long, but to no avail.

He only made a slight move, and immediately achieved his goal.

Now that Gus is in his hands, the most crucial link has been completed.

As the saying goes, when the time is right, heaven and earth lend their strength.

Wilkes had a premonition that his time was about to begin.

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Wilkes personally pulled out a chair for Gus.

“Please sit down, Mr. Gus.”

He spoke with a smile on his face, his enthusiasm bordering on solicitation.

"My name is Wendell Wilkes, and I am the head of Southern United Power Company."

"Those people who stopped you at the station just now were all sent by me."

"They acted somewhat rashly, which startled you."

Gus certainly knew who the person in front of him was.

He deliberately appeared at the station and cooperated in coming here, all in order to see Wilkes.