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![FBI sounds alarm on disturbing rise in assassination threats against President Trump | Will Potter, Daily Mail FBI Director Kash Patel said his bureau has been overwhelmed by 'copycat' threats to Donald Trump's life after James Comey shared a controversial Instagram post calling to '86 47.' Patel told Fox News' Bret Baier that the former FBI Director's post, which showed seashells on a beach arranged as the numbers, forced him to redirect resources as Trump critics followed suit. The term '86' is often used in hospitality to mean 'get rid' of something, but it has also been used in the mafia to mean a grave eight feet long and six feet deep. 'Do you know how many copycats weโve had to investigate as a result of that beachside venture from the former director?' Patel said. 'Do you know how many agents Iโve had to take offline from chasing down child sex predators, fentanyl traffickers, terrorists?' 'Because everywhere across this country people are popping up on social media and think that a threat to the life of the president of the United States is a jokeโฆ and they can do it because [Comey] did it?' Patel grew frustrated as he said he has been made to 'deal with this every single day', adding that he believes Comey thought it was 'funny' to share his seashell post. The FBI did not immediately respond to a request from for details on the threats to Trump's life that they have been inundated with. But it comes after two assassination attempts upended the presidential election last year, with a gunman's bullet grazing Trump's ear in Butler, Pennsylvania in July in one of the most stunning security lapses in modern US history. Patel spoke a day after Comey appeared on CNN to trash Patel's directorship, where he said 'the guy has literally nothing in his entire adult life that prepares him for this role.' Comey added that he 'feels a little bit sorry' for Patel, as he compared him to a dog that caught a car and 'now he has to drive it.' Patel told Baier that he has 'no problem' with Comey criticizing him, and shot back that he has been 'living rent free in that guy's head for years.' It comes as Patel, who was a frequent critic of the FBI before he was tapped to lead it, has rapidly reshaped the bureau in his first months on the job. After picking MAGA insider and podcaster Dan Bongino as his deputy director, Patel relocated over 1,500 FBI agents from Washington DC to around the country. Patel noted that the concentration of FBI agents in DC represented almost a third of its entire workforce, which he said led to a loss of focus on bringing crimes down nationwide. 'A third of the crime doesn't happen here,' the FBI director previously told Fox News. In recent weeks, Patel also announced that he was re-opening several investigations that had previously gone unresolved. This includes the mysterious discovery of cocaine inside the White House in 2023, which Secret Service investigators said they couldn't get to the bottom of. Bongino also revealed this week that he was re-opening investigations into a pipe bomb that was found during the January 6 riots, and the leak of sensitive information from the Supreme Court regarding the overturning of Roe v Wade. Comey made his appearance on CNN soon after, when he took the opportunity to slam Patel and Bongino as 'podcasters.' 'It's a little confusing to me honestly, I'm sure it's a huge adjustment,' he said. Speaking of Bongino's X post announcing the new investigations, he continued: 'I don't understand this tweet, I assume the investigation of the pipe bomb that was found on January 6 was never closed. The FBI never closes such a thing. 'As to the other things, I thought the Supreme Court Marshall had investigated the leak of the draft opinion, I don't know what the FBI's role is there. 'Cocaine at the White House, I thought the Secret Service investigated that. I don't follow it, and I don't understand it.' Read more:](https://image.24vids.com/tw-1928788925491142961/amplify_video_thumb/1928788815969497088/img/4VSnwqoYtAtZdh74.jpg)
![โ ๏ธ TW // MIGHT BE OVERDO SPOILER โ ๏ธ โ๏ธ DO NOT read this tweet if you havenโt watched the actual ending yet, or, you donโt want the ending you want in your head right now to get ruined โ๏ธ I already put the warning, so read at your own risk~ Overdo actual ending in original script (that I got). Reason why it didnโt get included in long episode.. probably because they donโt have enough time to shoot it, as we know the filming cycle for is only 90 days. Enjoy reading! โบ๏ธ [33-10] The flames consume the Dongjiadu Waterworks. Smoke billows into the sky as beams collapse one after another. A rescue worker shouts over the roar of the fire. โThere is someone!โ It is Murong Qingyi. His whole body covered in blood. His breathing is shallow. โYoung Master?โ โYou know him?โ The middle aged man nods slowly, disbelief written across his face. โI used to work for Commander Li.โ As they carry him away, Qingyiโs fingers twitch. โSusu...โ [33-11] 3 Months later. Qingyi slowly regains consciousness in a small clinic. He instinctively tries to sit up. Pain tears through his body, forcing him back onto the bed. The physician quickly stops him. โDonโt move.โ Qingyi look at him. โWho helps me? I have to go back.โ โSomeone who knows you said you need to recover first before you go.โ โMy wife is waiting for meโ โYouโve been unconscious for 3 months. Your burns are severe, several ribs are fractured, and your lungs are injured from smoke inhalation. You wonโt even make it out the front door.โ Qingyi grips the edge of the bed. โ Over the following months, Qingyi travels from one city to another. Everywhere he goes, he seeks renowned physicians and specialists for burns and internal injuries. One elderly doctor examines the scars on his back before shaking his head. โYou pushed your body too far. If you continue traveling before youโve healed completely, these injuries will stay with you for life.โ [33-12] Two years later. A physician smiles as he finishes removing the last bandage from Qingyiโs body. [33-13] Two years later. The rebuilt lakeside cabin in Shencheng looks much the same as it once did. [Montage] Haitang Qingโs voice is heard reading from her letter. โThe Fang Trading Company has found its footing again. Our business in Nanyang is flourishing, and so many of our partners are eager to meet the mysterious boss behind it all. The new plane you donated to the aviation academy has already begun training a promising new generation of pilots. The girlsโ school we founded has welcomed its very first class of students. The opening ceremony wonโt be complete without its chairwoman. Susu... all of us miss you. How much longer are you going to wait for him? Heโs not coming back.โ The letter continues as glimpses of Susuโs life play out. Le-an sits at his desk practicing calligraphy while Susu patiently guides him, correcting each stroke with gentle encouragement. Later, she tends to the flowers blooming throughout the garden, carefully watering each one. She pushes Le-an on a swing beneath the warm afternoon sun, mother and son laughing together. That night, she reads him a bedtime story. When his breathing evens into sleep, she smiles softly, tucks the blanket around him, and quietly slips from the room. [Montage END] Spring has arrived. Outside the cabin, the lake shimmers beneath the sunlight. Beneath a flowering tree, a picnic blanket has been spread across the grass. Susu sits beneath the blossoms, finishing Haitang Qingโs letter. The warmth of the afternoon makes her drowsy. She places the letter aside, lies down on her side atop the blanket, and slowly drifts into a light sleep. Everything is quiet. Sunlight filters gently through the branches overhead, petals swaying with the breeze. Then a soft gust brushes past. Half asleep, Susu feels someone settle beside her. She lazily opens her eyes. Only inches away is a familiar face. A handsome man dressed in a white shirt lies beside her, his head resting against one hand as he quietly watches her. She simply closes her eyes again. Dreaming of him has become so familiar that it no longer surprises her. A small smile finds its way onto her lips. โThis is strange...โ she murmurs sleepily. โWhy have I been dreaming about you so often lately?โ Murong Qingyi continues watching her, his voice low and gentle. โWhat do you dream about?โ Still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, Susu answers without opening her eyes. โI dream about the braised pork you cooked... the snowman you made... that night when you woke up in the middle of the night, turned over, and wrapped your arms around me again... and... thereโs more...โ A smile tugs at Qingyiโs lips. Reaching out, he gently taps the tip of her nose. โWhy are all your dreams about the past?โ he asks softly. โDream about our future instead... alright?โ His voice is so clear and real. Like cool spring water washing over her. In an instant, Susu is fully awake. She stares at him. At the face she has missed for two endless years. Disbelief floods her expression. Before she can even think, instinct takes over. She throws herself at him. The force knocks Qingyi backward onto the grass as she lands against his chest. Supporting herself above him, she hesitantly reaches out, fingertips trembling as they brush against his cheek, almost afraid that touching him will make him disappear. โI...โ Her voice quivers. โIโm really not dreaming... am I?โ Qingyi slowly sits up, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. He holds her close and looks into her eyes. โThese past two years,โ he begins quietly, โI traveled everywhere to recover... to heal my injuries. But wherever I went, I kept dreaming about you.โ A faint smile appears on his face. โI dreamed we were sitting together just like this.โ His gaze never leaves hers. โIโd tell you, โCome here.โ And youโd crawl over like a little cat. Iโd hold you and tell you, โI was wrong. Donโt be mad anymore.โ Youโd pretend not to understand. Youโd yawn... and then curl up in my arms.โ Tears begin spilling down Susuโs cheeks, but despite herself, she laughs through them. โYou certainly know how to dream,โ she sniffles. โI waited two whole years for you... and the first thing you do after coming back is try to sweet talk your way into forgiving you?โ Qingyi smiles at her with quiet tenderness. โIf you truly blamed me,โ he says softly, โyou wouldโve forgotten me.โ Another tear escapes Susuโs eyes. At the same moment, a flower petal drifts down from above, landing with the tear against his brow before sliding to his cheek. โIf you were a river,โ she whispers, โIโd cross it. If you were a mountain, Iโd climb it. But you...โ Her voice breaks. โHow was I ever supposed to forget you?โ Qingyi lets out a small, amused laugh, looking almost pleased with himself. โRen Susu,โ he teases, โyou really havenโt changed at all.โ She cries even harder, lifting her hand to smack him in protest. Before she can, Qingyi catches her wrist. Without another word, he leans forward and kisses her. A breeze rushes through the flowering tree overhead. Petals tumble from the branches like rain, settling in their hair, across their shoulders, and around their embrace. Their kiss lingers beneath the shower of blossoms, until the two lovers are covered completely in the flowers of spring. Qingyi says that he will always find her, and he did. Susu says she will wait for him, and she did. โค๏ธ](https://image.24vids.com/tw-2085056667209945353/amplify_video_thumb/2085056611241144320/img/v1Ry6y5HyC2LSKO8.jpg)
