Darkstone Code

Chapter 1239 - 1237: Cleanup Is Our Job

"It seems... I’ve finished my work for today?" After signing the last document, President Lynch twisted the cap on his pen and placed it on the table.

He tilted his head to look at his aide, who nodded, "Yes, Mr. President, today’s tasks are completed."

President Lynch asked again, "So, I don’t have any other engagements for tonight?"

"No, you can arrange your remaining time!"

There was more of a smile on President Lynch’s face. When he was the Vice President, he found it tedious because he couldn’t intervene in anything.

Nominally, the Federation’s system allows three parties to field candidates for the election, who can opt-out, or there can be multiple candidates.

The ultimate winner becomes the President of the Federation, while the highest-ranking opposition candidate becomes the Vice President.

The Vice President’s job is to oversee some of the President’s executive orders and provide opinions on policies. In written form, it’s described as an important role.

But in reality, it’s not!

It’s just a figurehead position to prove that "the Federation is a fair, just, and free country," something any sensible person would understand.

Assign a deputy to supervise their boss?

That’s just ridiculous!

So during that time, President Lynch was very bored. He always thought if he became President, he would do a fantastic job.

But when he actually became President, things turned out to be... somewhat less ideal.

The busy schedule left him with little opportunity to arrange his own time. Every day was filled with continuous work, constant meetings with various people, and hosting different meetings in various rooms!

Fortunately, he had some personal time this evening.

"Make the arrangements, I need to relax a bit, but don’t alert too many people. Take me back to the manor..."

Soon, President Lynch’s motorcade left the President’s Mansion. Some reporters took photos, but they carried no value or significance.

The weather was nice today, with quite a bit of traffic on the streets. They even encountered a traffic jam while leaving town.

Sitting in the car, President Lynch suddenly asked his aide an unexpected question, "I heard that earlier in Nagariel, when government officials and nobles traveled, the police used batons to drive away the commoners blocking the roads?"

This question was asked very abruptly, possibly just because they were stuck in traffic at the time.

But for the aide, whether intentional or not, he had to answer seriously.

"Yes, Mr. President, Nagariel isn’t as developed as the Federation."

"The streets are almost all pedestrians, and only the local ruling and privileged classes can afford cars."

"When they travel, they face streets full of pedestrians. Without anyone to maintain traffic order, cars would move slower than walking!"

He used terms like "maintaining traffic order" to cover up the ruling class’s barbaric acts, which is a common and appropriate phrase.

On foreign issues, the Federation always takes an "I don’t want to offend anyone" stance, even with Nagariel.

The aide was cautious and then added, "Such methods are very barbaric and crude, but the situation there has improved significantly."

"As far as I know, people and cars are now separated, and there’s no longer such barbaric behavior."

President Lynch nodded, "That’s our role, helping them move from barbarism to civilization..."

The car started moving again while he spoke; President Lynch fell silent, losing interest in the conversation.

Around seven o’clock in the evening, they returned to the manor, and Chris had arrived early.

She dined with President Lynch, and for various reasons, everything that happened here would remain within many people’s hearts without being disclosed to the outside world.

"You seem down. Is there something wrong?" President Lynch gracefully maneuvered the knife and fork, "If you have other matters, we can reschedule."

Chris snapped back to attention, first looking a bit confused, then shook her head, "No, nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking about something."

President Lynch didn’t press further, and the two quietly enjoyed a simple yet luxurious dinner.

After dinner, President Lynch changed into workout clothes, which were loose fitting. His age made tight-fitting exercise wear unsuitable. Chris also changed into workout attire, the kind commonly seen in gyms.

When President Lynch saw her in the underground bowling room, his eyes lit up.

A certain Federation expert in human behavior once said that everyone has different sexual fetishes. Most people’s fetishes are often related to their hobbies, professions, and the things they encounter most frequently.

President Lynch didn’t have many hobbies; he didn’t like golf, finding it a bit too extravagant.

Golf clubs costing thousands or tens of thousands would make him disconnect from the people. He’s a modest person, and his family has always been modest.

What could be more affordable and closer to the people than bowling, which can bring happiness for just a few bucks?

He initially knew Chris approached him for a reason. Still, he felt that he wasn’t so easily swayed, but there are always exceptions, like something that touches upon his special fetish.

In the quiet underground sports space, with only two people, President Lynch was very gentlemanly, "Ladies first..."

Chris calmly picked up a ball and then bowled it out...

Bowling is actually a sport that requires skill and physical strength. Some people might think that because it’s not fast-paced, it doesn’t require any physical strength, but this idea is inherently wrong.

The two alternated their throws. The President really enjoyed the feeling of knocking down all the pins with one throw. Watching those pins fall to the ground gave him a sense of satisfaction.

This sense of satisfaction was stronger than the satisfaction he got from signing those documents because this was something he could control himself. From picking up the ball to throwing it, he could clearly "see" his own achievements.

Those documents couldn’t provide this.

Even though it also required his final signature for confirmation, most of the time he didn’t understand much about the things behind those documents. This made him a bit uneasy.

As people age, a sense of security becomes particularly important, and he easily immersed himself in this sport.

Until...

"I’m feeling a bit hot," Chris said as she took off her top, but she was still wearing shorts and stockings. She continued exercising as if she hadn’t done anything.

Her allure for the President began to gradually exceed the attraction of bowling itself for him...

Exercise will always lead to heat and fatigue.

If you’re tired, you definitely need to rest.

During the halftime break, the President lay on a recliner, stroking Chris’s hair, his eyes slightly closed, seeming very content.

"When we have dinner, is there something you want to tell me? What is it?"

Chris stuttered as she looked up at him, which gave the President a vague sense of guilt, but he enjoyed this feeling of guilt.

"My husband has encountered some trouble..."

He lowered his head, looking at Chris, "What trouble has your husband encountered?"

She didn’t answer immediately. After a while, she softly said, "The Ministry of Justice intends to replace him."

The President appeared somewhat surprised and asked, "Did he do something wrong?"

It seems that anyone who can get close to the President, regardless of their gender or age, would undergo investigations by the Security Committee and other security departments to ensure that they do not pose a danger to the President before they are allowed close contact.

So the President was very clear about Chris’s family situation and knew how she helped her husband become the State Supreme Court Justice.

As for the relationship happening now between himself and this woman, the President didn’t really mind.

She happened to find his unique fetish and satisfied some of his ideas. Essentially, it was a transaction, and he could appropriately provide some feedback in return.

Chris nodded slightly, "Some people feel that the judgments he made were controversial, and moreover... just those two or three cases, maybe because he is a Conservative Party member, so..."

The President gently pressed on her head with his hand, preventing her from finishing her sentence.

"In the Federation, you can do anything, but you must not actively provoke conflicts between parties. You will offend many people!"

"He’s a member of the Conservative Party, so it’s not easy for me to intervene directly in these matters. But if he doesn’t mind, he could work at the Ministry of Justice."

"When there’s an opportunity, he might even be transferred to an important position..."

At this moment, he suddenly took a deep breath, and some veins popped up on the back of his hand, as if he had a burst of emotion that soon calmed down.

Then he took Chris’s hand and walked to the bowling lane, "Come, let’s continue to finish the match we didn’t complete!"

The next morning, Lynch took the initiative to visit Mr. Truman.

Recently, because of Gafura’s involvement, the tripartite talks have been going smoothly.

The Gafura people are willing to suffer some losses to quell the spread of war between the Federation and Peng Jieao, which gives both sides enough dignity and an excuse to back down.

Initially, they wouldn’t have continued fighting, and now that they could also gain benefits, why not negotiate for peace?

Mr. Truman, who was mainly responsible for these tasks, was actually quite busy. He took out about ten minutes to meet Lynch.

As soon as they met, Lynch revealed the materials he had on hand.

"Chris’s husband might be removed by the Ministry of Justice. She is a very resourceful woman, and the President was one of her choices."

In one sentence, the relationships and reasons were made clear, and Mr. Truman frowned, "What do you think?"

He instinctively wanted to help the President clean up this line, as such a matter, once exposed, could become a huge problem.

Moreover, he was also curious about how this woman managed to attract the President. After all, the President was sixty or seventy years old, and to captivate a man of such age with desire was no easy feat.

However, he still asked Lynch, as Lynch always managed to find some unique solutions, he just instinctively asked.

Sure enough, Lynch provided him with an unexpected answer!

"We shouldn’t intervene but rather help the President handle the aftermath..."