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Under the cover of night, the black medical helicopter, like a giant night owl, silently crossed the border between Canada and the United States, and finally landed in a secret base surrounded by dense forests in northern Quebec.

This was once a secret radar station during World War II. It had been abandoned for many years and was later bought by the KGB and transformed into a fully functional comprehensive base.

Under Perseus's command, the base completed a complete transformation in just a few days.

The American flag and FBI badge were hung on the walls, and the office was filled with various professional-looking American office equipment and documents. Even the coffee machines in the corridor were replaced with brands commonly used by American government departments.

All the operatives also changed into FBI uniforms or suits commonly worn by agents, and their words and actions deliberately imitated the efficiency and arrogance of the American operatives.

This will be the stage for the second phase of the "Prometheus" plan - "Awakening".

President Howell was placed in the intensive care unit of the base's medical center.

The KGB's top surgeon, codenamed "Scalpel," led an elite medical team composed of experts in neurology, cardiology, and anesthesiology, who performed an emergency operation on him that lasted more than ten hours.

They carefully removed the special anesthetic bullet, repaired the damaged tissue, and used the most advanced drugs and equipment at the Russian Medical University to stabilize his vital signs.

"He's weak, but not in danger of death," Scalpel reported to Perseus after the operation, his voice tinged with fatigue. "The anesthetic is gradually wearing off, and he's expected to regain consciousness within 24 hours."

Perseus nodded, a flicker of approval in his eyes. "Well done, comrade. The rest of the show is up to us."

The next afternoon, when the first rays of sunset shone through the ward window, President Howell's eyelids finally trembled slightly.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar, snow-white ceiling.

The pungent smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils, and the dull pain and weakness from all over his body made him unable to distinguish between reality and dreams for a moment.

He tried to move his body, but found that he was so weak that it was extremely difficult for him to even lift a finger.

Memories began to flash through his mind like fragments of a broken movie—the frenzied crowds at the Washington Monument, the warm sunlight on a convertible, and then…

A figure rushed towards him frantically, the black muzzle of a gun, the deafening sound of gunfire, and the sharp pain in his chest...

"I... I'm still alive?" He murmured in a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"Yes, Mr. President, you are still alive."

A steady and powerful voice came from the bedside.

Howell turned his head with difficulty and saw a middle-aged man in a dark suit sitting beside his bed with a concerned and solemn expression on his face.

This man was Perseus, who was disguised as a senior FBI agent.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Howell's voice was hoarse and weak.

"My name is Arthur Copeland, Deputy Director of the FBI's Counterterrorism Division." Perseus handed Howell a glass of warm water and carefully helped him drink it. "Mr. President, you are safe now. We rescued you from those traitors during a covert operation. This is our secret safe house in Canada."

"Traitor?" Howell's eyes were filled with confusion. "What happened?"

Perseus sighed, a reluctant and struggling expression on his face.

"Mr. President, you have just experienced a terrible conspiracy. You are still very weak. Perhaps... perhaps we should wait until you recover a little before speaking."

This hesitant attitude only aroused Howell's curiosity and doubts.

"No! I want to know now!" Howell struggled to sit up, but his body was too weak to lie down again. "Tell me, who did it? Was it a spy from the Russians, or an agent from the Dragon Kingdom?"

Perseus was silent for a moment, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he took out a folder from his briefcase and said in a heavy voice.

"Mr. President, the truth that follows may shock and pain you. But as the president of the United States, you have the right to know all this."

Over the next hour, Perseus, in a restrained and indignant tone, "told" Howell a "truth" carefully woven by the KGB.

He described the conspiracy of those parliamentarians, generals and consortium representatives as a despicable act aimed at subverting the state power and betraying national interests.

He explained their motives as dissatisfaction with President Howell's tough policy toward China and collusion with the dirty business interests of the Dragon Kingdom.

"They believe your plan for a full-scale war against Dragon Nation will harm their business,"

Perseus' voice was filled with disdain.

"For their own pockets, they did not hesitate to plot an assassination against their own head of state and tried to pin the blame on innocent civilians and so-called 'foreign forces.'"

He presented Howell with piece after piece of "evidence" - edited and forged meeting recordings, fictitious fund flow charts, and several "secret meeting photos" taken by "Chameleon" disguised as different characters.

Howell's expression became uglier and uglier as Perseus continued his story.

At first it was shock, then disbelief, and finally, when he saw the forged "authorization for action" signed by his most trusted vice president, his expression froze completely.

"No... this is impossible..." he muttered to himself, but his eyes betrayed his inner hesitation.

He remembered the congressmen's negative attitude towards the war plan at the meeting, and the vice president's seemingly gentle but cunning look.

Everything seemed to confirm what Perseus said.

"They betrayed me...they all betrayed me!"

Finally, Howell's emotions completely exploded.

He roared angrily on the hospital bed like a wounded beast.

His eyes were bloodshot with anger, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The pain of being betrayed by the people closest to him, the humiliation of being deprived of power and dignity, surged in his chest like magma.

"These damned traitors! I will send them all to the gallows! Not a single one will be spared!"

He roared and struggled to get out of bed, but his physical weakness made him fail again.

Perseus immediately stepped forward to support him, with an expression of "sharing a common hatred for the enemy" on his face.

"Mr. President, please calm down! You are still very weak. Leave the revenge to us."

"All members of our special investigation team are absolutely loyal to you. We will definitely bring those traitors to justice!"

"No! I want to take charge myself!" Howell's eyes burned with the flames of revenge. "Agent Copeland, you must obey my orders immediately! Use all your strength, control the army, and arrest those traitors! I will try them myself!"

This was exactly what Perseus wanted to hear. He looked troubled.

"But, Mr. President, the entire American people now believe you are 'dead'."

"The Vice President... no, the usurper has officially assumed the presidency. Our team is operating covertly and cannot mobilize a large-scale military."

"The only thing we can do now is to reveal the truth and let those in the people and the army who are still loyal to you see the true face of the usurper."

Howell's breathing gradually calmed down, his mind racing. He knew Perseus was right.

Under the current circumstances, rash action will only lead to failure. He must first regain the initiative in public opinion.

"You're right," he said finally, his voice cold and murderous. "We must let the whole world know the truth. Prepare the cameras! I'm going to give a speech to the people of this country! I'm going to tell them firsthand who betrayed this country!"

A barely perceptible smile of victory flashed in Perseus' eyes.

The fish is hooked.