Game Protect The President の小説・ストーリー

The three at the back glanced at their boss, trying to figure out what he was thinking of as he was unpredictable at times. "What is it about?" President Donald asked and the three behind their boss glanced at him like he was stûpid. Didn't he watch the N*****x series 'Squid game? Didn't he realize that someone was to die! President Cage nodded at his question, a slight smirk curled his lips then he turned to Korin, who immediately Straighten up when he saw his Boss's attention was now on him. "After we leave this place, take him to where to play the game" He ordered and Korin nodded, he more or less understood the order.

And she was right; she could conceal her identity by wearing a mask. I called up the finance head and instructed her to train Calla on the job I wanted to assign to her. He came a few minutes later and took her to his office, so I was finally able to break free from her. I turned on the news program, curious to know about the impact this time on those videos against the president. "The people are outraged upon knowing that the person behind this Bronc X virus outbreak is the president himself. Whatever is his motive for endangering thousands of people worldwide, remained unanswered as of this moment. The people are now demanding him to explain his side."

“She’s important to me, sir. I’d do it again without a second thought.” Santos’s expression softened, and he extended a hand to Caleb. “You’ve proven yourself, Caleb. Not just as a bodyguard, but as a man. Thank you for saving my daughter.” Caleb hesitated for only a moment before shaking the president’s hand. “I’ll always protect her, Mr. President. No matter what.” As the president left the room, leaving them alone, Celine finally spoke. “You don’t have to keep saying it, you know.”

― Shin, everyone in the lobby thinks it's a movie shoot, but an actual fight has broken out! Hyeon-sin stepped right up to Han Gyoo-ryeon’s side. Though her inner thoughts were screaming, she maintained a leisurely smile and whispered directly into his ear. “President, it seems like the bad guys have come just now.” “Geez... no way.” “Don't you see how busy the bodyguard hyungs are? President, if anything strange happens, go to the rooftop. Rich people always escape in helicopters in the movies, you know.” “Geez, cut back on the TV. You need a permit to fly a helicopter. Do you think that just happens easily at the snap of a finger?”

As he spoke, he picked up a slice of freshly cooked beef. "Jared, this stew that you invented is fantastic. Next time, I want more of this tomato broth or whatever it's called. That tangy, slightly sweet taste is just what I like!" I smiled agreeably, continuing to drop tripe into the pot without pausing. We sat around the table as a family, our cutlery darting in and out of the pot. Things couldn't have been more harmonious. But in the end, I'd underestimated the influence of the original male lead's plot armor. Isaac walked out of prison unscathed and even became a guest consultant to His Majesty.

His eyes were red from crying. The makeup table was a complete mess. The only thing missing was the silver cuff links my father had left me. I looked at the makeup artist. "Are there security cameras here?" She lowered her head. "The cameras stopped working this afternoon." What a coincidence. I looked at Connor. "Please give my things back." Connor immediately burst into tears. "George, I really didn't take your things." "Then let's call the police." The moment he heard the word police, Connor's face turned white. He suddenly ran toward the wall and tried to slam his head into it.

“Do you expect me to scream?” He smirked. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard you in bed yet.” My jaw clenched. This man was playing a dangerous game. One I didn’t have time for. One I couldn’t afford. And yet… “Go get some rest,” I said, voice tight. “We’ll need our strength when we land.” He nodded, finally turning. But as he opened the door, he paused. “One more thing,” he said without looking back. “Yes?” “I don’t protect carelessly, President Voss. But if I’m protecting you…” His voice dipped. “Then no one else gets to touch you.”

He expected that this man standing before him would recognize him as the president of the country. Afterall, everyone in NorthHill had already seen the pictures of the president. "Hi," Wayne greeted, pretending not to recognize Nolan. "Don't you have an idea who I am?" Nolan asked. "Not at all, I'm Wayne, the bodyguard to miss. Amy, can I ask what you want here?" Wayne asked. "Well..." Nolan wondered if he should reveal himself as the president to him but considering the fact that there was no tight security in place, he thought it wise not to reveal his real identity.

Now, I'm sure I'm still in Zelo's place. I looked at the door to see a guard. I'm sure he was one of the PSG because he was wearing a badge and that's the President Security Group's uniform. "You are awake. The president wants you to eat properly before he meets you tonight," he said before he promptly placed the food next to the bed. I couldn't stop grinning there before I approached it. I gave him a high kick before I uppercut him. He was at my feet in just a second. "You can't just treat me like that just because I'm on bed rest right now. Do you understand?” I asked and tried to take his phone. He couldn't do anything while he was at my feet. I dialed my brother burner's phone after.

Grayson replied furiously, “How are these people adding insult to injury while the president is compromised? Have they no fear at all? Hmph. Just wait until the president gets better. He’ll throw them all into the sea to feed the sharks.” “What do we do now?” Grayson mulled over the thought before answering, “The president may not be able to tackle these hackers now, but we have a trump card we can use.”