Chapter 1245 – Killing to Kill

Dulles was also born into a political family, especially his brother John Dulles, who has passed away, was the Secretary of State during the Eisenhower era, both of their grandfather John Watson Foster was the Secretary of State for President Benjamin Harrison, and their aunt Robert Lansing was the Secretary of State for President Woodrow Wilson.

Although not on the throne, but in different years there are three people to become the United States of America’s number two personage, is also considered to be famous, do the CIA director of Dulles, on the contrary, is one of the most ordinary, of course, this ordinary, and ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people can not be the same.

Even if Kennedy has been arranged to retire, Dulles still appear in Washington, Kennedy’s funeral will begin, which can be seen.

It is no wonder that Allen Wilson suspected Dulles’ composition, if he were in England, he would have tortured the old man to test out whether he was reliable or not.

The two brothers have in common that both hostile to the Soviet Union, but also to prevent the resurgence of the British and French. However, the situation has evolved to the present day, Allen Wilson is not able to say whether this idea is a failure, France lost almost all the desire to colonize, but the most valued Algeria is still preserved.

Britain’s rule over Malaya is now also said to be solid, the influence of the Middle East has not yet dissipated, Africa is still pursuing its own favorable strategy, as far as possible to retain influence after leaving.

In contrast, the brothers have one dead and one retired, and their influence is sure to dissipate gradually. That leaves the sister of the two, Eleanor Dulles, still serving in the U.S. State Department.

Compared to the others, Allen Wilson is still more familiar with McCarthy. In fact, McCarthy has a relatively coincidental thing, he and Kennedy, Nixon two, is the same year into the political world.

Normally, that is, in Alan Wilson’s world, McCarthy should be smooth sailing, even if he could not become the president like Kennedy and Nixon, but it was not difficult to become a heavyweight senator and a one-party giant, just as now.

“Joseph, every time I see you, I want to go against my nature and persuade you to exercise restraint with alcohol.” Alan Wilson wore an expression of dilemma, articulating that it had not been easy for him personally to make this difficult decision.

“Alan, don’t talk about these spoilers.” McCarthy shook his head slightly, how serious was this occasion today? What’s with all the talk about drinking, but the end of the funeral was something to consider, using alcohol to numb the grief.

On the way to the funeral, the two talk about some possible future evolutions, Alan Wilson is a bit pessimistic, “The Republican Party may suffer a bit electorally because of Kennedy’s assassination. Even as far away as London, I know he was very popular. Next year’s election could be tough for the Republicans.”

But there’s no need to make a big deal about it; this is a time of transition for both parties, with the Republicans trending conservative and the Democrats pounding the gas pedal toward a white-left con, and both parties have a bright future.

When the two parties reshape their values and continue to play the game, you see, the purpose of coming out is not coming?

Alan Wilson took out a notebook like a ghostwritten note, to record the thoughts at this time, go back to make a report on the United States due to the assassination of Kennedy, the possible political evolution, for the Cabinet Secretary of the professional image management part of adding bricks and mortar.

“What’s this Alan?” McCarthy inquired, full of curiosity, as he also saw the Lord Lieutenant’s private notes.

“Oh, prompt book, record what you see and think, and when you have time in remind yourself to perfect it.” Alan Wilson did not hide at all in front of McCarthy said.

“What’s it all about.” There were no two identical people in the world, how could McCarthy possibly know what was going on in Allen Wilson’s head, but he was still curious, and that couldn’t be helped.

Allen Wilson couldn’t tell McCarthy that it was all about birthdays, hobbies, and whatnot of ladies of his and his wife’s equal status, that the latest record was that he himself had become a fellow traveler with President Kennedy, and that only a small portion of it was a record of business as usual.

“I just wanted to talk to Dulles about the international situation, but forgot.” Alan Wilson’s acting skills, tested by movie queens, came into play at this point, enjoying a silky smoothness throughout, and not hiding his original intention to come for the special Anglo-American relationship, borrowing the occasion of this funeral to do his own business.

McCarthy understood, in the face of Allen Wilson’s inquiry, for example, Dulles and the Republican Party how the relationship of this issue, gave a positive answer, “anyway, you are not immediately back, I help you find an opportunity to talk to Dulles. By the way, has a place to stay been arranged?”

“Someone helped me to arrange.” Alan Wilson had an expression of you don’t look down on people, he also had friends in the United States.

With the White House as the center of the street, countless pedestrians stopped, in the United States is rarely such a scene, the last time there is such treatment, or Roosevelt. Roosevelt served four consecutive terms as president before the unprecedented funeral, Kennedy did this in just three years, which can be seen in the success of its presidential image management.

After Kennedy’s casket was brought back to Washington, D.C., people from all walks of life came to offer their condolences to Kennedy, and even in the dead of night, the people who came to offer their condolences were still lining up. Kennedy’s brother Robert F. Kennedy, and widow Jacqueline, and a pair of children of the two, also wearing a black jacket, face sad.

At the funeral, President Kennedy’s youngest son, John F. Kennedy Jr. saluted his father’s casket, with his uncle Robert F. Kennedy behind him. The scene could not help but bring a tear to the eye.

Alan Wilson, who was present at Kennedy’s funeral I was present at, stayed until the end, physically practicing the special relationship between Britain and the U.S. Jacqueline was seen kneeling long and hard at Kennedy’s grave.

But countless shrieks of horror were ringing out among families across the U.S. While the funeral was going on, the man identified as the murderer, Oswald, was killed while being brought out by the police and escorted to the county jail.

As Oswald was being brought out, a hotel owner named Jack Ruby shot and killed him. By absolute accident, this murder scene was broadcast live on NBC as it was covering the deportation of criminals.

Oswald was taken out on the spot by Jack Ruby in this very situation, broadcast live to thousands of homes in real time.

Alan Wilson was expressing his grief over Robert Kennedy just in time to see his aide come over and whisper, followed by the Attorney General’s face changing dramatically.

Kennedy’s brother was fairly calm, and at this moment, countless American citizens who watched the killing and murder being broadcast live across the country are sputtering and their mouths are like honey.

“What is it, Robert.” Alan Wilson inquired with a look that said I’m not saying anything, but I know everything.

“Nothing, Alan, I have something else.” Robert Kennedy calmed down, he had to talk to his family, a lot of people were unreliable these days, not to mention an Englishman.

“It’s okay, I can understand.” Alan Wilson had a serious look on his face and really seemed to know nothing.

What’s the use of being dissatisfied, it’s just one more death under the gun, but this is an internal affair of the Americans, even if it means that there is a special relationship between Britain and the United States exists, the cabinet secretary general can’t go overboard.

Alan Wilson looked at, followed by a pair of children behind the black Jacqueline, usually just so, now look at it also passes the eye.

The funeral is over, but the impact of the Kennedy assassination is just beginning because the assassin was taken out on national television.

Alan Wilson, who had left with McCarthy, shunted a car from the other end of the walking Anglo-American special relationship and went back to the lodgings prepared by his American friend, thinking about when McCarthy would arrange a meeting between him and Dulles.

Discussions about killing people off were irrelevant to him at this point; he had traveled from London to Washington in one breath and wanted a break now, knocking on the door and calling out, “Cheryl!”

Soon a twenty-year-old girl opened the door, see the visitor to and not surprised, “Uncle Wilson, busy.”

“Cheryl, obviously in Europe when very respectful of me, is back in the United States, forget the ladylike demeanor?” Alan Wilson commented with an elder’s tone.

Lana Turner’s figure appeared and gave her daughter a wink, “No talking to Uncle Wilson like that.”

“It’s okay, I’m not too old to talk to each other.” Alan Wilson shook his head and sighed, “You said you’d have this problem if you had a baby at sixteen.”

Allen Wilson was open-minded and didn’t care about his best friend’s daughter’s mischief, “I’ve even admitted in front of Dulles that Cheryl is my daughter. Who gets upset with their daughter.”

As stated with McCarthy, he was British, but he did have a few friends in America. If time came, he’d like to see his son, and wondered how life was going with Pauline Goddard.

“Dulles?” Lana Turner frowned, “Secretary of State?”

For the average person, who the Director of the CIA was really wasn’t as recognizable as who the Secretary of State was.

“One of the family, is there anything to eat, my belly is empty right now.” Alan Wilson pulled a long note, not forgetting his daughter’s senses, “Cheryl, how’s life in America? Won’t stay in Europe for a long time and not get used to it, right?”

Idle bullshit also figure a fun, Allen Wilson really need to take a good rest, now are forced to joke. As soon as he saw the pillow his eyelids began to fight.

He was sleeping soundly here in Lana Turner, the two events of the Kennedy funeral and the murderer’s silencing happened back and forth, and had already caused an uproar that once again washed out of the United States and into the world.

The cabinet meeting at 10 Downing Street, less the cabinet secretary general, but the cabinet secretary general before leaving the categorical belief that it is an isolated incident, did not dare to kill the murderer also killed and silenced the words as if in the ear.

The murderer was really killed and silenced, I wonder what the sworn Alan Wilson would think if he knew? But? Was the Kennedy assassination really murder? Murder of a sitting president with a distinguished background?