Chapter 1101: Chapter 551: I Betrayed My Father-In-Law, Does That Mean I’m Not a Good Person? _2

Taking the money meant business.

About half an hour later, after smoking three or four cigarettes, he suddenly sat up straight and threw the cigarette heavily on the ground.

“F***!”

…

A number of members of the Ramsfield family were arrested, but there were only four or five direct relatives.

Including Ulrich Ramsfield, the father of Bramo and Belsaria, and great-uncle Felds Ramsfield.

They were particularly important.

They were held in a small prison beneath The Pentagon.

But it wasn’t actually built by the Department of Defense, it was set up during Hoover’s time.

Not just anyone could be imprisoned here.

For example, Kennedy, Martin Luther King, John Lennon, Martin Shepherd, Al Capone, and so on.

Exercise time?

None!

And you don’t need to do anything, just stay inside.

Their food was thoroughly inspected.

But how does the saying go?

Wherever there are people, there are loopholes.

February 10, 1993.

Early in the morning, great-uncle Felds Ramsfield felt uneasy, with a constant sense of anxiety.

Even a cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Yet there were no other symptoms of discomfort.

“Time to eat.”

Someone outside knocked on the prison door and handed in three lunchboxes.

Ulrich took them and handed them to his uncle and the cousin in the same prison.

He opened the lunchbox eagerly, his eyes brightened, “Today there’s steak and caviar.”

Seeing him like this, great-uncle Felds nearly laughed in exasperation.

This nephew of his was always unreliable, after having a son and daughter, he went out to indulge himself, even when his wife died, he was still reveling outside.

In terms of politics, he was as clueless as a doorpost—completely clueless, and he was still in a daze a couple of days after being caught, but after being locked up for a few months.

Well…

It was just like that.

Now every day he eats with great appetite.

With the lunchbox in hand, Felds Ramsfield smiled helplessly, he was indeed hungry, so he sat in the chair and took a bite.

The taste today was quite good.

About ten minutes after Ulrich finished eating, lying on the bed, suddenly, “Oh—”

Before anyone could react, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Pfft—”

Then his face turned pale instantly, and he just rolled off the bed onto the ground.

Great-uncle Felds in the same prison was shocked, and as he stood up, he too felt an unbearable pain in his abdomen.

With a cry, he collapsed to the ground, starting to vomit blood, which was laden with a strong stench.

The staff who rushed over upon hearing the noise were dumbfounded by the scene.

“Doctor! We need a doctor!!!”

Finally, someone regained their senses and screamed.

But by the time the doctors exclusive to The Pentagon arrived, it was already too late.

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf arrived, and with a dark look on his face after the doctors shook their heads, he was infuriated.

“Trash! Trash! Trash!”

“What the hell do you have in your heads? You let them kill people right under your noses, now there are only 3 heavily injured out of 12 in the Ramsfield family left.”

The Pentagon staff who were scolded so harshly broke into cold sweats.

“What about the food at noon today? What components were found?”

“It contained cyanide, this was a premeditated murder!”

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf was so angry his gaze could practically shoot flames.

“Get me the personnel who handled the food, investigate! We must find out the truth!”

There had to be a mole here.

It made him shudder, had there been poison in his own food, wouldn’t he have met Reagan and the others?

How could he not be angry?

“Also, no one is allowed to let any information from here leak out, understand!”

“Got it.”

“Understood.”

The scattered responses left Norman Schwarzkopf somewhat dissatisfied, he snorted and rushed back to his office to discuss the impact of this matter with others.

The Ramsfield family…

They had been deeply rooted in the United States for over a hundred years.

TMD, the United States wasn’t even a few hundred years old.

When other senior officials heard Norman Schwarzkopf relay the incident, they were also shocked!

“We’re doomed, Bramo will go insane!”

“We must find out who did this.”

The Pentagon wasn’t a pushover either, following the trail, they caught those who made the food and those who handled it, and finally someone couldn’t bear it and revealed Floyd I. Clarke.

“He… he called me into his office, gave me 200,000 US dollars, and asked me to do it. I was wrong, I was wrong, Defense Minister, I was wrong…”

200,000 US dollars…

It didn’t seem much, but again, who in the U.S. doesn’t play the stock market?

In the past few months, there were seven or eight people who jumped off buildings at The Pentagon.

Economic pressure is one of the main reasons for suicide.

For 200,000 US dollars, risking one’s life was possible.

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf’s face was grim, having insiders as moles made someone as prideful as him extremely humiliated.

It was as if the nearby members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Speaker—Craft Waters and others were gloatingly watching him.

In a fit of anger, he grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it on the other’s head.

The sound of fracture was crystal clear.

While cursing, “F*** F*** F***!”

After beating the other to a pulp, only then did he stand up panting, “Drag him out.”

The security personnel at the door swallowed hard as they entered to drag the person away.

“We must catch that bastard Floyd I. Clarke!”

CIA Director Melissa Cruz nodded vigorously, “Yes, officer!”

…

The FBI Director had already fled.

With the help of Hydra, boarded a Filipino cruise ship headed for Thailand, from where they would enter Russia.