Chapter 1243 Kennedy’s old friend

Seeing that Monroe seemed to still have old feelings, Allen Wilson had no reason to rise up a nameless fire, and directly got up to pick Monroe up, causing the woman to exclaim, “What are you doing.”

“I’m on fire right now.” Alan Wilson’s arms are like iron clamps, nothing can stop him from displaying his prime minister’s talent, if not for him, Monroe has already perished, but now she is still remembering her old love, it is impossible not to be angry.

A long time, Monroe only from the storm of God, muttered, “You hurt me.”

“It’s all a sign of my love for you.” From the prime minister state out of Alan Wilson, the hypocrisy of the nature of the re-occupy smart brain, even if the palm is still lingering on Monroe’s petite body, but as if a victim of the tone of voice said, “You just showed, deeply stung me.”

If it is usual, this unpaved words, is not hidden from the bottom of the textile workers to the popular actress Monroe, but today’s situation is special, Monroe also by the news of the assassination of Kennedy, make the IQ is not on the line.

Just when Monroe is confused, IQ reoccupy the high ground of the cabinet secretary general, the head of the rapid operation of the refining out of the logical words for the just reckless prime minister’s move to do cover up, “I have long been attracted to you, only to take into account the feelings of Vivian, only has been to suppress this kind of idea in the bottom of the heart, if not the last accidental meeting, you will never feel it. I even know about you and him, but he is the President of the United States, what can I do? I’m no match for him ……”

Alan Wilson justified one lie to cover up another, and he admired himself for how he could say the words that turned his teeth sour, and put the hat of a senior lickspittle on his head.

The image of a smelly loser hiding in the shadows, silently watching his goddess, with a certain inferiority complex, just like a dog, jumped out at him.

“You clearly had Vivian at the time, who knows if you’re telling the truth.” Monroe was enveloped by the art of coquettish talk, but still couldn’t believe the man’s mouth after quite a bit of experience.

“One is lucky to have one, how dare I ask for the favor of two such beautiful ladies.” Alan Wilson blushed deeply, Ingrid Bergman was still in London, don’t let her hear.

Lying was bad, of course, but it was better than killing a man, and if Monroe had escaped an unexplained death in America and then died an unexplained death in England, the Cabinet Secretary’s conscience might have passed, though that was unlikely.

“My heart is in turmoil right now.” Monroe’s renewed need to return to her native intellect was completely annihilated by this flowery speech.

Joking aside, how many Oscars have ladies on equal footing with their wives won? How could the Cabinet Secretary General, who was as invincible in the world as a hand-held movie queen, have poor acting skills.

“I had a little impulse just now.” Alan Wilson sincerely apologized, but immediately revealed his nature, “I’ll be gentler this time.”

There were times when the Cabinet Secretary wondered, if God really existed, how could he have forgotten about him as a leaky fish?

The fact that he had survived to this day was clear proof of the falsity of religion, so it was useless to serve God, it was more useful to serve the Supreme Authority.

Today’s work is certainly late, but Alan Wilson can not miss work, must make an example for the Whitehall colleagues, rather than fear that if you do not go to work for a day, there is a hidden conspiracy in the corner, you have to target the supreme authority of the fear of making trouble.

Radwicky drove on the road, Alan Wilson is still thinking, Kennedy assassination on the impact of the United Kingdom, of course, in theory there is no impact, he is just thinking about this matter there is no use of value.

Needless to say, the Kennedy assassination is now being discussed at 10 Downing Street, and he will join in the discussion when he goes there, but the question is how?

Monroe still stayed in the apartment, holding an ancient Roman gold coin in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Secretary General, the Prime Minister asked you several times.” Brewster inquired with concern on his face after knowing that Allen Wilson had arrived, he felt that the supreme authority did not look well, as if he was overworked.

“The Prime Minister’s call is top priority.” Allen Wilson took a sip of goji berries and slowly got up to follow Brewster, “Is there something of great importance going on?”

The answer was naturally unsurprising, with the assassination of the American president, would the vice president taking over have an impact on the special relationship between Britain and the United States? Certainly worthy of discussion in the Cabinet, even if this aspect is not considered, this is a major breaking news event worthy of discussion by the eating public.

Two hours after JFK was killed, Vice President Lyndon Johnson, had announced his succession to the presidency on Air Force One.

Lyndon Johnson’s swearing in on Air Force One, along with a saddened Jacqueline Kennedy standing beside him, became one of the iconic images of the JFK assassination. Jacqueline was purposely wearing the same pink suit stained with JFK’s blood.

The killer, Oswald, was naturally and unsurprisingly arrested, less than two hours in total between JFK’s shooting and his arrest, so it’s fair to say that the man was caught in the act.

This is what is now publicly available, and as we enter 10 Downing Street, Prime Minister Aidan and Profumo, Rab Butler and others, are discussing this public information.

“Alan, as far as I remember, you are almost never late.” Aiden glanced at the wilting Allen Wilson and wondered, “Seems to be poorly rested as well.”

Wasn’t that a delay in wiping his ass for a moment of lordship and prime ministerial talent? Of course he couldn’t say it out loud, but said in a deep voice with a grave face, “I didn’t rest all night when I learned of this bad news. As early as when I was a consul in Boston, I met the Kennedy brothers, and had a good impression of the two men, and the correspondence, though infrequent, has been kept up, and John is a good man.”

It was not as if the Cabinet Secretary hadn’t lied about his last correspondence just after the Nassau meeting, explaining that there were a lot of people out there. In fact, he, Allen Wilson, was staunchly pro-American, and the outburst was just following orders.

“He’s a man of great ideals, simply a representation of the American dream, well-born, fights for his country, cares about the underclass and goes out of his way to offend many groups to do so.”

Allen Wilson also did not need Aiden’s urging to talk about Kennedy’s brilliant political achievements as if he were counting his blessings, including, but not limited to, giving Aramco back to the Saudis, checking the price increases of the steel conglomerates, racial affirmative action, and even curbing the rise in the price of food, and that the Silver Act was an internal U.S. matter, and that the Secretary General of the Cabinet did not know about it.

Alan Wilson looks like an old friend of the Kennedy brothers and almost says smooth talk to ask for thy wife and I’ll raise her. Seems like a real manned spaceflight more than a bit of a loss of caliber.

“Is this an isolated incident or an assassination backed by forces.” Profumo involuntarily inquired, originally the defense minister did not suspect here, the cabinet secretary general thoughtlessly said, he had to suspect.

“I don’t think so, John is a sitting president, but it seems like it’s not the first time an American president has been assassinated, and we have limited information to make a judgment.” Alan Wilson ambiguously plugged both ends, “But I can make an assumption, just a pure assumption, if there is a disgruntled John’s forces that carried out the assassination, just say that they couldn’t catch the murderer.”

Aiden and the others all nodded their heads as they sniffed, and then they heard Alan Wilson say in a helpless tone, “You can’t just catch the murderer and then kill the murderer to silence him, if this kind of thing occurs, it’s not just any conspiracy. Put the murderer to kill and silence, not only some Kennedy’s family members suspected his death, the whole American citizens are not stupid, everyone knows that the president’s assassination is an undisguised heavenly conspiracy, even if there is a power to assassinate the president, I don’t think that, they have so much guts.”

Allen Wilson’s point was simply that any conspiracy was nonsense, and the murderer was caught.

It was an isolated incident, truer than a professional appraisal report of eight consecutive shots fired at one’s back with a rifle.

This is not the United States of America daily, in fact, a little bit of understanding of the City on the Peak to understand, the United States of America’s major powers to keep killers, clear the target of the threat to themselves is normal, there is a U.S. military presence in the country, even the country’s senior officials can not guarantee their own safety.

This judgment washed away some of the gloomy atmosphere, but Alan Wilson immediately returned to seriousness, “Actually, I have an ungrateful request, I hope I can take a few days off to attend Kennedy’s funeral.”

“Okay!” Aiden also knew about some of Alan Wilson’s connections in the American political arena, and nodded his head in agreement, “Just make a trip to the United States in the name of a private individual, and express Britain’s condolences for this event with the Americans.”

This kind of occasion is simply better than a summit of heads of state, there is no set goal, you can speak freely and talk about something meaningful.

Kennedy made a greater contribution with this death than he ever made in his entire living life. This funeral came at the right time.

Because the fiber-optic cable from London to Perth had not yet been built, Alan Wilson and his wife could still only communicate by telegraph.

Nine years ago, Dutch scientist Abraham van Heer and British scientist Harold. Hopkins wrote separate papers on imaging beams. Hopkins reported on imaging beams with uncoated fibers, while van Helle reported on simple beams with coated fibers. He covered a bare fiber with a transparent cladding with a low refractive index.

This protected the reflective surface of the fiber from external deformation and greatly reduced interference between fibers. At the time, the biggest obstacle to the viable use of fiber optics was achieving the lowest signal loss.

The receiver was Pamela Mountbatten, building the fiber optic cable network between the UK mainland and the Commonwealth and colonies. The collaborator on the European part was the Optical Instruments Research Corporation, controlled by the Heilmann family of Germany.

Knowing that her husband was preparing to make a trip to the United States, Pamela Mountbatten put in the telegram the information about the three major grain merchants in the United States, “My dear, I wish you a pleasant trip to the United States this time.”

“Nonsense, obviously a state funeral.” Alan Wilson could not help but laugh out loud, and reminded his beloved wife to pay attention to the occasion in the return telegram.