That's right, what Fang Yuan showed him was footage of Kennedy's assassination in another World. If they were going to play, they'd play big. Let Kennedy witness his own Death, perhaps he would have different thoughts.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Each gunshot in the video made Kennedy's body flinch. He saw his wife, Jessica, in the video crawling towards the back seat of the convertible, as if looking for something.
"What is Jessica doing?" he asked.
"Oh." Fang Yuan replied nonchalantly, "She's probably looking for your skull."
Kennedy's forehead went cold after hearing that. He frowned, "Where did you get this video tape?"
Fang Yuan smiled slightly, "Mutant abilities are truly diverse."
Although he didn't actually explain, it sounded as if everything had been explained to Kennedy.
"Who did it?"
Kennedy immediately felt a surge of anger. He wanted to know who had been so ruthless towards him.
Fang Yuan spread his hands, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Kennedy was stunned.
"The killer was identified as an ordinary person, all witnesses died mysteriously, and decades of investigation yielded no clues, but—"
Fang Yuan took out two more photos, and Kennedy was even more shocked after seeing them.
The person in the first photo was none other than his younger brother, Robert, lying in a pool of blood.
"In '68, your brother was assassinated while running for President. His political ideas were similar to yours, and he even said he wanted to reopen your investigation," Fang Yuan explained.
The second photo was actually a news report.
"In '99, your son died mysteriously while running for Senator, and all evidence was destroyed."
"Murder!" Kennedy was furious beyond measure, "This is blatant murder!"
His brother and son, almost all of his closest relatives, were wiped out, and Kennedy couldn't help but be angry.
But once his rationality returned a little, what followed was a sense of dread.
He could see that he and others had been murdered. It was impossible for future officials not to see it, yet successive administrations had always equivocated.
So… just how terrifying were the people behind it?
Kennedy looked up at Fang Yuan, "You really don't know who did it?"
Fang Yuan shook his head; he truly didn't know that.
In fact, he didn't care either. It was Kennedy who died, not him.
"Some say it was the Freemasons, but that's just a rumor."
What Fang Yuan said was actually the most widespread rumor. The Freemasons are an alliance of capitalists, with well-known figures like Rockefeller and Rothschild among their members. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they secretly control the United States.
Kennedy's face grew even uglier. Although Fang Yuan's words were just speculation, he clearly took them seriously.
Oh, right. Legend has it that among all U.S. Presidents, only two were not Freemasons.
One was Lincoln, and the other was Kennedy.
Hmm? It matches up again.
"Because of—the Federal Reserve?" Kennedy asked.
He thought of what he had been doing recently. It couldn't be a coincidence that Fang Yuan came to him at this time.
"Most likely," Fang Yuan nodded.
Currency is one of the core elements of a country. Kennedy's attempt to touch the capitalists' money bags was enough for them to cause his sudden Death.
"It could also be the Military. You wanted to audit their accounts and end the Vietnam War to stop them from making money, so they also had a reason to kill you."
"And your insistence on the Civil Rights Movement clearly touched the interests of many big figures, giving them reason to target you as well."
Fang Yuan stroked his chin, "However, the Military, the Federal Reserve, and so on, are most likely all Freemason members."
Kennedy's face had never been so grim. "Money, money, it's all because of money, these parasites of the nation!" he cursed.
Fang Yuan pursed his lips. What else would the United States be after if not money? Ideals?
"So what are you planning to do?" Fang Yuan asked, crossing his arms.
Kennedy fell into a moral dilemma. He was in the prime of his life and naturally wanted to make a mark and change the country, but when Fang Yuan clearly presented the outcome before him, he hesitated.
Kennedy didn't doubt the authenticity of Fang Yuan's information, after all, Mutant abilities were indeed strange and varied.
And seeing such a tragic outcome, even if it were fake, Kennedy wouldn't dare to gamble.
Political ambition or personal safety, which to choose?
Kennedy sighed. He tentatively asked, "If I choose not to compromise, what will you do?"
"Erase your memory, as if I was never here, and then find another partner," Fang Yuan replied with a half-smile.
Seeing that Fang Yuan could do this, Kennedy was even more inclined to believe that these things were real.
"But, we both know that my policies can make the country better!" Kennedy was a little unwilling. "Ah, yes, but—what does that have to do with me?" Fang Yuan looked indifferent.
"This isn't my country."
"If you weren't an Awakened, I wouldn't bother with your life or Death."
Kennedy's heart tightened. He understood that Fang Yuan was right; their alliance was also based on mutual benefit. Perhaps Professor X would be more idealistic, but the one in charge among the Awakened was the person before him.
"But you don't need to worry too much," Fang Yuan said kindly, comforting him. "Although you died, future officials still loved you very much, building Kennedy airports, space centers, and aircraft carriers to commemorate you."
"See how good they are to you!"
But Fang Yuan's words, to Kennedy, were like a stab to the heart.
"If everyone doesn't know, what if a future President doesn't learn his lesson?" Kennedy accurately stated the underlying reason.
This wasn't commemoration at all; it was clearly a warning sign meant to kill chickens to scare monkeys!
He sighed heavily, "Then I'll release the news tomorrow, considering abandoning the decree on currency issuance!"
Fang Yuan felt a surge of contempt.
Kennedy talked a good game, about ideals and changing the country, but his actions were very honest.
Today he learned about a potential assassination, and tomorrow he'd abandon his policy.
He was clearly afraid that any further delay would bring about his demise.
However, Fang Yuan also understood that when faced with certain Death, it's difficult for anyone to make a futile sacrifice, especially when the person is the President of the United States.
If he didn't stir up so much trouble, even after Kennedy left office, he could continue to be a playboy and still have influence.
If he died, that would be the end of everything.
But after stating his decision, Kennedy also felt a sense of melancholy. He knew that abandoning his opposition to the Federal Reserve wasn't enough; he also had to make concessions to the Military and regarding the Civil Rights Movement.
This was tantamount to him overturning his own policy, which was naturally very difficult for the vigorous and strong Kennedy.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan started to laugh, "Of course, you don't need to worry too much. Your policies can actually still be implemented appropriately, you just need to control the extent."
"We, Vought, can help you!"
Kennedy looked over, suddenly enlightened.
"Vought Corporation wants to interfere with the official government?"
Fang Yuan didn't deny it, still speaking in a seductive tone, "This is a win-win for deeper cooperation. At least this way, you won't have to worry about being assassinated again, and you can achieve some political ambitions, so you don't lose everything."
Kennedy pondered for a moment, then agreed.
Regardless of anything else, when it came to protecting his family's safety, Kennedy had absolute trust in the Awakened.
But looking at Fang Yuan's mischievous smile, Kennedy seemed to already envision Fang Yuan opening his pocket and brazenly raking in benefits.
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