I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Roman's expression also changed.

He originally thought that Calderson didn't like Richard, so Richard's path to Princeton was hopeless.

Unexpectedly, Richard managed to curry favor with Christina!

Richard joined a Nobel Prize-level team in high school, easily accumulating enough papers, and might even get a tenured position at Princeton before the age of thirty.

The path of scientific research will surely be smooth sailing!

Anyone who achieves even a little success will become a big name in the entire New York medical field.

Roman was filled with regret and quickly stepped forward, forcing a smile:

"Congratulations, I knew you were a genius."

Richard laughed:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Roman, I may not be able to continue my part-time job at Nancy Health Center. I need to go to OCME and my supervisor's lab, and my time will be very tight."

At OCME, you can see corpses from all over New York City, and the number and variety of deaths are far greater than at Nancy Health Center, so there's no need to waste time at Nancy Health Center.

Roman said with great regret:

"We'll have the opportunity to collaborate again."

Seeing Christina's reaction, Brian basically understood that Christina had become a servant.

Research talent?

What does research talent even matter!

You have no idea of ​​my Lord's true power.

Christina's actions were very direct; she approached Warren Carter and bluntly stated her need for more bone marrow and cord blood.

Warren Carter was a little annoyed. "Can't you see I'm chatting with other people?"

However, in front of a large audience, he couldn't disrespect the Nobel laureate, so he could only say:

"Ms. Shepard, I am very... please believe me, I value your research very much, but this is not something I can decide. HRSA is not a dictatorship. I will allocate more resources to the cell laboratory within my capabilities, but you understand that every laboratory in the country is competing for precious research resources, and I cannot give you specific data at the moment."

"OK, let me know when you have a conclusion." Christina knew that Warren Carter didn't want to give it, for reasons unknown.

However, she no longer cares; she's no longer interested in the resources Warren Carter possesses.

She was anxious to return to the lab to check on the changes in her body. What experimental sample could be more precious than a sample that had come back from the dead?

Warren Carter was a little confused.

Did I offend her?

He was somewhat uneasy. If Christina really caused him trouble, even as the current deputy minister of HHR, things wouldn't be easy for him.

He wanted to say something conciliatory, but his status prevented him from doing so, so he could only stubbornly endure it.

Women are so hard to please!

Christina asked:

"Richard, do you want to come back with me? Let's get familiar with the lab first."

The way everyone looked at Richard changed again.

They're not treating students like this; they're practically raising them like juniors. They wouldn't treat their own sons any better.

Considering that Christina had never been married and had no children, some people even suspected that Richard was Christina's illegitimate son.

However, Christina is white, while Richard is clearly of pure Asian descent, showing no signs of being mixed-race, which dispelled everyone's speculation.

Richard wasn't in a hurry to go to the lab.

With his current knowledge, he wouldn't be of any help in the lab. The main research would be done by Christina, and his task would simply be to release some magic to assist her when necessary.

Richard's goal was simple: to learn and improve his knowledge in the world's top cell laboratories, and incidentally, to use Christina's influence to do his own thing.

For example, joining OCME.

I'm coming to the mountains and seas of corpses!

"I'll finish the paperwork for secondary school as soon as possible, then I'll report to the lab!"

"Okay." Christina left in a hurry.

The situation on the scene completely changed, and a group of people immediately surrounded Richard, showering him with compliments.

Richard was thoroughly annoyed and dealt with the situation for a while. He noticed that Doug gave him a look before he excused himself and headed to a room.

Richard entered through the back door, where Doug was already waiting.

"The congressman is inside negotiating with Mr. Baldwin and his colleagues. He asked me to ask you to wait here for a moment."

Doug didn't understand why Brian valued Richard so much, but he did as his boss instructed.

"Okay." Richard nodded.

From this vantage point, with his hearing, he could clearly hear the conversation inside the room.

......

Brian looked at the crowd before him, and his heart sank into an abyss:

"Mr. Baldwin, have you come here today simply to declare my political death?"

Theodore Baldwin remained unfazed:

"This isn't my decision alone; it's everyone's consensus. If you withdraw now, we can guarantee you a smooth completion of your term and a position as a partner or congressional lobbyist at Emerson Group. Emerson Group is willing to offer you a $100 million annual salary plus performance-based bonuses. If you refuse to withdraw... we can't guarantee what will happen next."

"Theodore! You're threatening me!"

Theodore Baldwin shrugs:

"Yes, I'm threatening you, don't you think so?"

Brian's face turned ashen as he looked at the others.

Warren Carter sat quietly in his chair, without saying a word.

The other two were smoking cigars without restraint, their faces beaming with smiles. Clearly, they had made their decision before coming and were just informing Brian.

Brian looked directly at one of them and said in a deep voice:

"Magnus! Are you going to betray me too?"

Brian's long-standing prestige made Magnus tremble slightly, but he quickly calmed down and spread his hands, saying:

"Hey Brian, don't put it so harshly. This isn't betrayal. Everyone needs to contribute to the Democratic Party. Now that you're old, your contribution is to step down from that damn congressional seat and hand it over to someone more suitable."

"Who's more suitable? Marty? A guy in his early forties who can hold a seat in the House of Representatives in New York? The Elephant Party won't let such a good opportunity slip by! You support just this one person? A boastful piece of trash!"

"Hahaha! You're right, Marty is indeed a boastful fellow." Magnus laughed unrestrainedly, and then launched an attack without hesitation:

"But he's younger than you! Brian, you've already fainted once, at Francis Lewis High School. Don't hide it, we all know. Your heart is failing, Brian. You could have a heart attack at any time. Next time, you won't be so lucky. Even if you don't die, you'll have serious aftereffects. If you die during your term, even if you're only partially paralyzed, we'll be in huge trouble!"

Brian's face darkened:

"I didn't have a heart attack! I'm perfectly healthy! Nancy Health Centre can vouch for that!"

"Come on! We know Roman is one of your men. He's a complete liar; you can't believe a single word he says!"

Warren Carter followed up:

"Believe me, Brian, I know your health condition very well. I've investigated all your medical records for the past 30 years. Although you've tried your best to hide it, I know that you had a heart attack last time. You got through it last time purely by luck. Don't try to cover it up with Roman and that lucky yellow-skinned guy; you can't fool me."

As the head of HRSA, Warren Carter could easily plant his own informants throughout the national healthcare system.

With rumors now circulating that he's going to be the Deputy Minister of HHS, even more people are vying to pledge their allegiance to him.

Warren Carter doesn't even need to say a word; just a hint will bring all of Brian's medical records from birth to the present to his desk.

What did you say? Patient privacy? What the hell is that?!

Brian looked grim, but was actually very relieved.

Fortunately, he went to Nancy Health Center last time, and Roman successfully deleted his medical report.

Moreover, even if Roman betrays himself and sells the medical report, since these old foxes have already assumed that Roman is one of my people, they will think that Roman is cooperating with them to falsify the report and playing the role of a double agent.

Theodore Baldwin tapped on the table:

"Listen, Brian, you can get away with it once, but you can't get away with it every time! The Democrats can't afford to lose a congressman at this crucial moment."

"What crucial moment?" Brian shouted angrily.

Theodore Baldwin made no secret of it:

"I want to re-elect the mayor of New York City. I want to ensure that every position is stable, filled with our people, and at least they won't cause me any trouble!"

Brian gritted his teeth:

"So, you're going to sell me off? What did Marty give you in return?"

Theodore Baldwin seemed to have thought of something and laughed without any attempt to hide it:

"Marty is such a generous guy! Hahaha!"

Brian's expression turned serious, and he looked at the last person, Max Conway:

"Max, if it weren't for me, would you have gotten to where you are today?"

Max Conway, president of the police union, Donald Party.

With a full beard, he looked more like a savage street cop than a union president. He also came from the NYPD and rose to a high position thanks to Brian's promotion in his early years.

After Brian became a congressman, Max Conway followed in Brian's footsteps and entered the upper echelons of the NYPD.

However, instead of running for councilor, he chose to climb the ranks in the union step by step, eventually becoming the chairman of the police officers' union.

He was one of the leaders of the so-called "police gang".

Max initially tried to hide something, but later simply let go and said directly:

"Brian, your damn eyeliner is so stupid, it's like something a sissy would do! Nobody supports you, the officers are laughing at you, don't you know that?"

Brian was slightly embarrassed, but quickly recovered.

Max Conway became increasingly agitated as he spoke:

"And what's more, you're wearing makeup? Damn! You look at least 20 years younger! Did you get a facelift? Or hyaluronic acid injections? Those are things only women do. No cop will believe a pretty boy like you! And your recent LGBT-supporting remarks are exactly the same as Marty's. What difference does it make who we support!"

Warren Carter couldn't help but laugh when he saw Brian's eyeliner.

Brian was plunged into despair.

Several senior party elders in New York launched an attack on him, clearly indicating that everyone had reached a consensus and they were merely acting on behalf of others.

If you were just an ordinary member of the House of Representatives, the wisest choice in this situation would be to step down.

But Brian couldn't turn back.

You foolish mortals have no idea what I'm facing!

But is that a congressional seat?

That was a death order from a god!

Brian couldn't imagine the wrath and punishment he would face if he failed.

Perhaps he will become a ghost and be tormented by Richard for ten thousand years!

He could give up the seat of the Congressman, but he would rather die than face the wrath of the gods!

Brian, his hair disheveled, like a lion about to fall from its throne, finally raised his head and said, word by word:

"This was a despicable political assassination! But..."

"I, Brian Anderson, have won nine times already, and I'm sure I'll win this time too!"