The weather in New York this year is a bit cold, but this cannot stop everyone's dream of getting rich.

In fact, it’s not that no one has discovered the problem, but people always have some fantasies, thinking that they are definitely not the last person to take over in the game of passing the flower.

Everyone is a fool, and only he is the smartest person. It is this mentality that makes this dangerous game almost reach its peak.

But who cares?

Standing in the warm office, Elliot held a glass of gin and stared out the window. He didn't like gin before, but after spending a long time with the Baron, he gradually became more and more fond of it.

People always influence each other.

His assistant Paris quietly walked in, his movements were very light, just as cautious as Elliot back then. Elliot smiled: "How is it, Paris?"

"Ah, everyone is going crazy about the house contract, and the stock market is also rising again and again in such an atmosphere..." Paris said in an unhappy speed, and then changed the subject: "But from yesterday, someone suddenly started to throw out several very valuable houses, such as those on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan..."

Elliot suddenly said, "191 West Eleventh Street, Fifth Avenue, Manhattan?"

Paris was stunned. He had to look at the information in his hand to confirm: "Ah, yes, 191 West 11th Street, Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, how did you know?"

"He's back. He's in New York now." Elliot drank all the wine in his cup in one sip. "Really, he's really here in New York. Ah, but why didn't he order me to see him?"

"Are you talking about the baron?" Paris asked cautiously.

"Baron, the Baron I've been waiting for..." Elliott couldn't control his feelings at all: "191 West Eleventh Street, Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, and then there are a lot of properties in Brooklyn and Queens... Ah, the Baron already knows what I want to do... So he started to do it too..."

"Did you say that the Baron knew what happened without meeting you?" Paris hesitated.

"Paris, the Baron doesn't have to meet you at all, to know what will happen." Elliot's tone was extremely proud, as if these things were his own glory: "His magic is something you can't imagine at all. Even what I'm doing now, I'm learning it all with the Baron. I think the Baron doesn't want to see me for the time being, and must have his ideas. I immediately notify Mr. Morgan and Mr. Rockefeller that I'm going to have a meeting with them immediately."

"Yes, sir, I'll call right away."

Watching Paris walk out, Elliot poured himself another glass of wine, a full glass of wine. He came back to the window. There was some mist on the window. He seemed to see the Baron's face emerging in the mist.

The Baron is back, and everything will soon be on the right path...

......

White House, January 1966.

"Mr. President, the stock market continues to rise wildly and the house contract is about to get out of control."

"Can't you control it?" William Wittgenstein, the youngest president in American history, turned his head.

"I have convened meetings of experts in this area many times, but I have not found a good solution yet." Turner, the president's senior aide, said helplessly: "We cannot use the power of the government to interfere. Otherwise, this will put our country in chaos early."

William was silent: "I have seen the terrible stock market crash in August 1942 with my own eyes. The entire American finance collapsed completely, no one could save it, no one. And this is nothing more than a copy of 1942..."

William sighed, he knew what was about to happen, but even as the president of the United States, he could not stop the crazy market.

Unless there is a way to solve it, there is a way to solve it...

"That's all the information we can collect." Turner put a stack of documents in front of the president: "I think something we don't want to see will happen soon."

William flipped through the documents and then his eyes stopped quickly: "No. 191 West 11th Street, Fifth Avenue, Manhattan? Are you sure you were not wrong?"

"Ah, I think yes, these documents have been checked repeatedly," Turner said with great certainty.

"He's back." William suddenly said.

Turner felt a little strange, not that he was surprised who the president said "he" was, but that he found that the president's voice was trembling.

In his impression, although the president is young, he is brave and firm, and never bows his head in the face of setbacks. It is these excellent qualities that have enabled him to defeat his powerful opponent and become the youngest president in American history.

"It was a three-story, retro-style house." William said in a daze: "The decoration inside is not luxurious, but it can give people a warm feeling. It is a real home. In the past, every time I encountered something unhappy, I would always go there and sit there for a while, and then I had no worries. Ah, I remembered that once, I stayed there for three days, and Mr. Old Ford, who always brought me a cup of hot Chinese tea with a few pieces of my favorite biscuits, and then left silently, never disturbing me. Later, Mr. Old Ford died, and I always felt that something was missing there, and I never went there again..."

Turner doesn't know why Mr. President talks about these things...

"After Aunt Hermione's death, Elliot has been taking care of the house there..." William's eyes gradually narrowed.

"Is that what he sold out?"

"No, no matter how brave Elliot has, he will never dare to sell these properties." William said coldly, and then his tone became full of emotion again: "Only one person is qualified to do this. He is back. He is really back."

Turner vowed that if there were no one else in the office, Mr. President would definitely cry...

"The financial collapse may not be a bad thing in this period of time." William quickly pulled his mind back. He was the president of the United States and would not give up his serious business because of his personal feelings: "It has been proved many times that the war will have a great stimulation to the country... Turner. How is the situation on the front line?"

"Mr. President, it's a bit frustrating." Turner said regretfully: "Everything was going according to the plan, but the sudden appearance of the Skeleton Baron changed the situation on the battlefield. The German troops in Berlin, North Africa and the Middle East launched counterattacks one after another, and they all won. What's even more strange is that the Skeleton Baron always appears on time on the counterattacks... What frustrates us is that we don't know how he did it. And we can't even stop it in the face of the counterattacks he personally directed, but I don't think we need to worry..."

"Do you want to say that according to the current power of the two countries, don't we have to worry about whether we will win?" William smiled: "No, you are wrong. You have never experienced the terror of the Baron. He has a strange and magical power. It can make many impossible things happen inadvertently. During the Battle of Monfork, nine hundred thousand allies surrounded him, but he left magically. Until now, no one can figure out what method he used to leave. In the battlefield of Dmiansk in World War II, no one thought he would appear. But he appeared, and led the desperate German army to victory in his own way... Turner. Never underestimate this person, none of us is his opponent..."

For some reason, Turner always felt that in the president's words, he seemed to admire the Skeleton Baron... But if you think about it carefully, in the United States and Europe, the Skeleton Baron has a large number of admirers and followers, and perhaps Mr. President is one of them.

"So you mean we can't win?"

"No, you were wrong again." William said lightly: "He is very powerful. He can lead the troops to win local battlefields in desperate situations, but he will definitely not be able to make the last major reversal. General Westmoreland has already received the reinforcements he wants. He will launch a new offensive before the end of February, and will launch an attack in the Middle East and North Africa at the same time. Even if the Baron really has three heads and six arms, he will definitely not be able to deal with so many places at the same time. The war will soon end with the victory of the Allies!"

Turner was relieved. Just now, he thought the president was already desperate.

"Go and do what you should do, ah, call Hoover."

"Yes, Mr. President."

Not long after, FBI Director Hoover appeared in the president's office.

This is a legendary character.

John Edgar Hoover, his fame is far beyond movie stars, and his power is beyond the reach of the president. He is a symbol of an era.

In 1924, Hoover, who was a young lawyer in the Department of Justice, was appointed as the director of the F-force. No one would have thought that he had been in this position for 42 years.

Hoover knows how to keep secrets, which is the real reason for his success. Not only does he know these secrets, but no one knows what secrets he knows. No president dares to fire Hoover because no president knows what Hoover knows. This is the biggest intimidation for the president...

But William had never feared Hoover because he saw a person who was more magical than Hoover. In that person's eyes, Hoover's tricks might be just some pediatrics.

"How is the matter going?" William asked faintly at Hoover.

"Martin Luther King is under my close surveillance." Hoover replied indifferently: "He is still constantly supporting and agitating the strike. After he delivered a speech that I had a dream, his reputation reached its peak. A large number of advocates gathered around him."

"I have a dream." William smiled: "We came to this holy land to remind America that it is a very urgent time. It is by no means a time to talk about calming down or taking gradual sedatives. It is time to fulfill the promise of democracy. It is time to climb the bright avenue of racial equality from the desolate and dark valleys of apartheid. It is time to open the door of opportunity to all the children of God, and to save our country from the quicksand of racial inequality and place it on the rock of brotherhood..."

Hoover laughed, too, knowing when he should be cold and when he should laugh.

This was part of Martin Luther King's speech "I Have a Dream" and the President recited it casually.

He knew very well that although President William was the youngest president in American history, he could never be blinded by his age. No one else could know his true thoughts.

"This is a dangerous guy, and he can't relax his surveillance at him for a moment." William put away his smile: "Many times, a mouth can be worth an army of 100,000. It was through his outstanding speech that Adolf Hitler, the former head of Germany, who built an unparalleled prestige in Germany."

"Yes, Mr. President." Hoover hesitated, and then finally spoke: "We have received unconfirmed news, maybe Adolf Hitler is not dead."

"What?" William, who had always been very calm, still screamed out.

Hoover smiled bitterly: "Unverified news. I am asking someone to investigate clearly, but this is probably beyond the authority of F-Prince."

"No, this is absolutely impossible..." William said this and quickly overturned his thoughts: "Why can't it happen? He is back, why can't Adolf Hitler not die? Was it what he did?"

"You are talking about Ernst Bryme?" Hoover quickly guessed who the "he" was.

William did not answer positively: "Hoover, I know that investigating these things is beyond the authority of F-Prison, but I now give you special rights. It is important to find out whether Hitler is still alive in the shortest time."

"Yes. I will try my best to find out."

"There is another very important thing for you to do." William paused, opened his drawer, and took out a photo from it. He seemed to be very caring about the photo, staring at it for a long time before handing it to Hoover.

Hoover took it and the photo has turned yellow and has been around for many years. The photo shows a young man and woman.

"The woman is Countess Leonie." William said slowly: "That man, I think you should guess who it is."

"Baron Skeleton?" Hoover blurted out in surprise.

"Yes. Ernst Alexander von Breme."

Hoover's surprise could no longer be expressed in words.

In Europe, no one in the United States does not know about the Skeleton Baron, but strangely, the Baron has not left any frontal photos, but a reporter once took a side photo of him.

Although everyone knows the reputation of the Baron, there are not many people who really know what he looks like. Unexpectedly, the president actually has a photo of the Baron Skeleton.

William knew very well that this was the only photo of Baron Alexson in this world, which was taken with him and his mother, and then his mother gave it to him. Whenever he remembered his parents, he would always take out this photo.

"The Skeleton Baron has arrived in the United States, and is in New York."

William's words surprised Hoover even more. He didn't even understand such a situation. What channel did the president know about it?

Now, Hoover feels that Mr. President is even more mysterious...

"Send someone to find a way to find him." William looked at the director of the f-super: "But, don't hurt him, you must bring him safely to the White House. Mr. Hoover, I must remind you that my no harm means not to use any huge profit-making means not to use him, even if it is not at all."

"Yes, Mr. President, I will try my best to do it." Although Hoover felt a little strange, he agreed without hesitation.

"Actually, you may not be able to catch him." William suddenly smiled: "Even hundreds of thousands of troops can't catch him. I don't really believe that F-force can do it. Unless he wants to enter the White House by himself."

"Oh, Mr. President, he doesn't have that great ability to appear in front of you and hurt you."

"You are wrong." William smiled again: "If he wants, no one can stop him. And there is no need to worry, he will not hurt anyone here."

Speaking of this, he calmed down: "Okay, Mr. Hoover, go do your business."

When Hoover left here, William fell into deep thought again. In fact, what he wanted to say just now was not "he will not hurt anyone here", but "he will never hurt himself."

No father in the world will hurt his son.

Over the years, he has been missing his father all the time, in his dreams and when he is awake. Like any son, he hopes that his father will be with him.

He worships his father, and worships him more crazily than everyone else. In his heart, his father is God, and even if he has become the president of the United States, he still thinks so.

The moment his father left him, he felt that he was about to collapse. He wanted to tell his father not to leave. If he could not leave, he would be willing to pay any price.

But my father finally left...

He did not hate his father for being ruthless, because his father was an amazing big man. He had many things to do. People like him would not be affected by the family.

The only thing he hated was the country where his father had served for so many years!
Chapter completed!