The storm of marches that lasted all night swept across the United States, but the White House reported the bad news that the president was unconscious, and the United States, which was even worse, was immersed in great grief.

The passengers on board the Princess Grace cruise ship were all upper-class figures from the East and the West, who were either rich or noble, and this level of huge loss was far more far-reaching than the 911 incident.

In the Capitol in Washington, D.C., members of both houses are engaged in a heated debate, which revolves around who is responsible for this incident, and the spearhead is directed at President Johnson!

Few people know that behind this political storm, it is actually John David and others who are secretly doing tricks.

Through Nelson, the former vice president of the family, and the deep connections accumulated by the Rockefeller family over the past two hundred years, John Dave promised to bribe members of both houses with a lot of money and secretly frantically promote the impeachment of the president!

In addition, Europe, the core territory of the blood clan, was also instigated by Dracula, Prince Mary and the Dark Council, and various old Western countries have come forward to accuse the United States of poor security and ignoring the terrorist threat, resulting in irreparable consequences and indirectly fueling the arrogance of terrorists.

Worldwide, trust in the United States and the White House has dropped to the lowest point ever, protests, marches are in full swing, and the White House, which is in internal and external troubles, finally has a bombshell news that shocks the world after a day of silence!

President Johnson decided to take responsibility for the matter, and in view of the physical reasons and the negative impact of the matter, he resigned to Congress!

President Johnson became the second president in U.S. history to resign voluntarily after President Nixon, and although it caused an uproar, it was also expected by many.

"Extra, extra, Mr. White, the acting president, announced that the national emergency plan will be activated and the general election will be held in advance!" A newsboy on the street of New York waved a newspaper and shouted loudly.

"Hey, have one. A crisp and soft voice floated in, and the little newsboy followed the sound and was dumbfounded.

An out-of-print Beetle car parked not far from him, with a snow-white delicate hand on the edge of the window, and through the half-open glass, he saw the silhouette of a noble woman, wrapped in a pure white mink coat.

"Look at it, no change! Newspapers are here!" In the passenger seat, a handsome young man with a broad and young appearance reprimanded the newsboy with a look of discouragement, took the newspaper, and dropped a five-dollar bill.

The Beetle's classic car started slowly and disappeared around the corner.

"Hey, I didn't expect the President of the United States to resign as well...... Sister Chu Yu, give!" The young man handed the newspaper to the back seat.

The woman smiled slightly, but she couldn't hide the faint sorrow between her eyebrows. That's right, she is the eldest lady of the Song family, Song Chuyu.

"Fortunately, we spent Christmas in Taipei and didn't come on a cruise ship, otherwise...... That's really a tragedy in the world, my dad will definitely cry blind when he sends a white-haired person to a black-haired person!" The young man who spoke was none other than Taipei Prince Xie Senyang.

"Ah Sen, don't talk nonsense!" Song Chuyu was slightly angry, remembered what he was going to do, and told again: "When you get to Washington, you can't be unscrupulous, those senior uncles won't joke." ”

"Anla, Sister Chu Yu, I'm not a child...... Xie Senyang pinched the bow on the neckline, and said with a shy smile: "Even if I get into trouble, isn't it Sister Chu Yu that you can help me out every time?"

"Poor mouth!" Song Chuyu's face showed a rare sense of relief, and the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate a little......

In the evening in the port of New York, the two-day salvage of the debris of the wreck had been completed, and more than a hundred meters away from the coastline, I don't know who erected a sign that read: Princess Grace - Christmas Eve resting place.

All kinds of flowers are piled up near this sign, and there is an endless stream of people who come to pay their respects to the victims.

Several Rolls-Royce sedans slowly stopped at the dock, and more than a dozen gentlemen in black trench coats walked down from above, and then, these gentlemen with a deep aristocratic temperament stood solemnly next to the extended Lincoln in the middle of the convoy, respectfully waiting for some heavyweight to get off.

"Emperor, Emperor!" The three princes, John David, Dracula, and Mary, together with Monica and other blood elites, welcomed Ye Fan and several daughters out of the car.

"Hmm......" Ye Fan waved his hand lightly and stepped out of the Lincoln car.

As far as the eye can see, the entire port square is shrouded in a sad and solemn atmosphere.

The group silently followed Ye Fan to the commemorative plaque, thinking that he was going to offer flowers here, but they didn't expect Ye Fan to still move forward, until they stood on the dock and silently looked at the place where the Princess Grace sank.

"Brother Gawain, you can rest in peace...... he took off the Sarah ring in his hand, and waved a wisp of true qi, and the ring floated leisurely towards the sea under the gaze of everyone, until it turned into a little starlight, and was no longer visible.

Dracula and the others all showed regret that they could not meet the legend, and the legend will eventually be buried in history.

A white rose was thrown into the sea, Monica silently closed her eyes and prayed for Edward, and when she opened her eyes, Ye Fan had already walked away from everyone.

On the other side of New York Harbor, a street is filled with people from all walks of life, looking like something is going on.

A young man in a wheelchair, with his fist raised in the air, impassionedly shouted something, winning bursts of applause.

Behind him, stood his companion, a gentle and graceful girl, handing out leaflets to the people.

"Our enemy is not in the Middle East, not in South America, still less Russia or China, and the enemy of the American people is in the United States!" The young man waved his fist and said angrily: "If you ask me who my enemy is, then I can tell you that he is the accomplice in all these tragedies, and it is the United States! It is the White House! It is those politicians who are high in the sky! They have squandered the wealth of this country, but they have never really fulfilled their due duties! The president's authority is not to start wars, not to put on a show, but to protect! To protect this country and its people! My brothers, if this status quo cannot be changed, then it will be the same whoever becomes president, and people are still living in dire straits! Our lives are not guaranteed in any way! Whether you are rich or poor, white-skinned, black-skinned, or yellow-skinned, as long as you are an American, you will not be able to escape such a fate! One 911 and one 1224, is this not enough? Wake up, American people! My brothers! The history of the United States must be rewritten! The new world will begin to ...... you and me."

The crowd responded with warm applause, and such a speech, in such a special period, is undoubtedly extremely inflammatory.

"I'll just say that this kid is this piece of material, what do you think?" Ye Fan pointed to Ji Xiaolu, who was popular with the crowd, and asked these old people around him for advice with a smile.

John David hurriedly complimented: "Of course, the emperor's eyesight will not be wrong, if he wants to enter the American political arena through this, Nelson can help a little." ”

"Ye Fan, do you want him to be a councilor?" Shen Jiayao looked surprised: "As far as I know, there are many thresholds for Chinese to be a councilor, can he do it?"

"How do you know if you can do it if you don't try? Is someone born to be a president? Lincoln is just a peasant, youth is capital, you see, he already has a group of loyal listeners, has some popularity, and the rest, it depends on whether anyone is willing to support him!" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, "Being a politician is actually about burning money, eloquence, character and opportunity, now we have everything ready, only time! If possible, I hope he will become the first Chinese president in the future." ”

Chinese president? Even Shen Jiayao and the others were shocked at this moment, they didn't dare to think of this kind of thing, he actually ...... There is such a big ambition!

Several older fellows looked at each other with surprise and excitement when they heard this, which was also an excellent opportunity for the Rockefeller family. Raising a politician to enter the American political arena will bring endless benefits to the family.

"Emperor, leave this matter to us!" John David raised his head and smiled, this matter is worth operating well and planning for a long time.

Everyone was about to leave with Ye Fan in their arms, and on the other side of the street, a few vans suddenly rushed over!

"Huh?" Ye Fan's eyes changed slightly, and through those car windows, he saw more than a dozen leather-clothed men hiding inside, all of them holding murder weapons such as machetes and steel pipes!

The people of the Blood Clan also saw that this was not quite right, and the goal of these people was ......?

"Stop them!" Ye Fan ordered categorically, he had already seen the clues, that group of people was going towards Ji Xiaolu!