Him and their stars.

Chapter 1793 Many People Don’t Want You to Give Up Your Position

As the saying goes, when a country is about to fall, there will be evil spirits. We can't really say what the real "evil spirit" looks like, but at least the current situation is definitely not normal.

For the professional politicians here, the most terrifying thing is probably that a scene that was once very familiar suddenly becomes unrecognizable even to themselves.

How did our country become like this? What will happen to our country in the future? If the conference room wasn’t so small and there were only a dozen people sitting there, someone would have started sobbing.

Therefore, in the tense atmosphere, the chairman of the National Defense Committee, who was scolded speechless, suddenly felt more pressure. It was as if all the silence at the scene represented the approval of the vice president's words just now.

The face of the elderly country's highest military and political chief turned even paler, with sweat pouring down his wrinkled forehead. He pointed at Vice President Hierro tremblingly, but could not even speak.

In the end, it was the President who interrupted the calm at the scene with fair words in a businesslike tone: "Vice President, a man can be killed but not humiliated."

This was probably meant to stop the fight. However, the elderly Defense Committee Chairman Maxell seemed to have been hit by the final blow. His expression changed several times in an instant. He put his hand on his chest and then fell backwards.

There was an immediate chaos at the scene, and even the vice president, the culprit, stood there at a loss.

He was indeed overwhelmed by the pressure of reality and began to give up on himself, which led to the scene in which he mocked the old chairman, but he himself absolutely did not want to see this scene.

If he really pissed off old Mr. Maxell to death, what kind of treatment would he receive in history books? The Vice President sat there blankly, completely giving up thinking.

In fact, despite the chaos, the old chairman was the only one in trouble. If there was someone on the scene to take charge, order could be restored in half a minute at most. Emergency work could also be arranged.

However, there were so many important people who could make the decision on the spot that they were in chaos for nearly three minutes before someone finally realized that they should call for some help from outside the meeting room. So, the secretaries who were waiting outside the meeting room quickly entered the room.

The health care workers and the emergency robot also started the rescue work, but the effect was not obvious after the operation. The robot then said that Mr. Maxell's vital signs were declining, probably due to the delayed treatment, and they had tried their best.

This statement of "failure to handle the situation in time" is so disturbing. It is not a lullaby for the old chairman, but a slap in the face of the bigwigs present. Only a robot would dare to have such low EQ.

Fortunately, in addition to the medical robots, there were also secretaries who entered the scene. We must know that the secretaries of elected politicians are often people with special skills, which is a fact determined by the political system.

So, a member of the presidential office's secretarial team, because of the psychic of Killian Sazabi's action, saw the emerald light emitting the breath of life covering the scene, and the chairman's breathing suddenly calmed down, and a little blood color finally appeared on his pale face, and he even looked much healthier than before he fainted.

Just like that, after a period of mysterious and powerful mystical means, the chairman's life was finally saved.

The medical personnel, who were equipped with professional equipment, arrived at the scene half an hour later. It was said that a rioting crowd appeared on the bridge between Eternal City and Honolulu Island, which caused a systematic traffic jam in the entire Eternal City.

If Killian Sazabi, a psychic and top student at St. Solo Medical University, had not been present, the Maxell Defense Council would have surely become the first Community Cabinet Minister to fall in office during the war, right?
As the Imperial Army gets closer and closer to the Earth, everyone may feel a sense of oppression as the end of the world approaches. Panic will drive people crazy, and public security will naturally face a subversive test.

This time it is just a systemic blockage. Next time it may be a mass zero-yuan purchase. After that it will probably be a national chicken-eating competition where the governance institutions are dysfunctional.

Faced with this situation, as decision-makers of the community, they should make a decision as soon as possible.

However, after all this chaos, this so-called cabinet meeting certainly could not continue.

President Nishita then began to comfort everyone in a very formulaic manner, saying something like "life is difficult but it's not time to despair yet," and "please be tolerant for the sake of the country," and then he adjourned the meeting.

Of course, before everyone left, Presidential Secretary General Yang Mingzhao informed the president of the situation in Congress.

"Impeach me? Ahahaha, does that include members of my own party?"

Yang Mingzhao nodded and explained very patiently: "But this is just the opinion of a few extremists. The congressmen need the decision of the Presidential Office."

"Haha, even if I have a decision, it's not for them, but for all the people of the community." President Nishita slammed the table and shouted loudly in front of the cabinet members who had not yet dispersed:
"Everyone, do you see it now? This is treason, this is naked treason! How many of our congressmen have become the running dogs of the invaders? Fortunately, gentlemen, I am still the president of the Blue Star Community, so we must never let the free country established by Marshal Li and our ancestors fall into the hands of running dogs. As long as I am not dismissed, I have the obligation to make decisions for everything now. This is the power given to me by the system!"

"Since it is treason, the system also allows you to implement martial law." Someone muttered in a low voice in the crowd, and immediately everyone at the scene looked at him sideways.

President Nishita laughed, with a hint of madness in his laughter: "This is also the authority given to me by the system. Don't you agree, brother Hierro?"

Vice President Hierro forced a smile and dared not speak, as if his attack on the Defense Committee Chairman had used up all his blue bars.

"Ming Zhao, inform Chairman Xiao Na and ask him to quickly restore public order. If we want to continue to resist the invaders, we must not cause chaos ourselves! This must be done no matter what method is used!"

In short, no matter whether his current enthusiasm is pretentious or sincere, he, the head of state, has not evacuated the earth after all. He seems to be the fearless war leader who is determined to resist to the end. Of course, the cabinet officials can only believe this.

After the meeting, President Nishita had just walked out of the underground bunker when he received a report from Commissioner Shawna on Mars. It was obvious that both his secretarial team and his best friends were working very efficiently. This once again made the President feel relieved.

There are not just insects around me, this must be able to do good politics.

Through the video call, the president watched with great satisfaction as the special military police directly under the Chairman of the Interior Affairs Committee, wearing mechas and driving armored vehicles, drove out of the barracks on the outskirts of the city and headed towards the city.

Their mission is to restore public order and traffic in the capital's urban area, and if necessary, take all measures to stop the evil deeds of "a small group of thugs".

Of course, President Nishita thinks that Chairman Shawna understands whether this "small group of thugs" is worthy of the rioting crowd that blocked the bridge, or is it someone else, and Chairman Shawna should also be able to make the leader of this combat force understand.

In short, I have to thank Chairman Shawna and my capable secretarial team. After their reorganization, at least the Secret Service and the gendarmerie stationed in Eternal City have become armed forces that the Presidential Palace can use at will.

As expected, a man must have both soldiers and power, and it is only natural for him to have military power.

Looking at these (outwardly) majestic mobile troops, President Nishita felt a sense of pleasure in commanding a huge army, which made him feel like an invincible general. Which man doesn't have such a dream?
The president took the direct elevator back to his presidential palace, which was of course the conspicuous landmark building in the center of Yonghengcheng. It used to be the seat of the governor's palace during the imperial rule, and its architectural style was naturally full of elegant and majestic imperial court flavor.

Of course, after independence, in order to show the spirit of freedom and democracy, a layer of blue and white tiles were pasted on the main building, which is said to be the color of democracy. In addition, a lighthouse shape was made of colorful flowers on the lawn, which is the torch of freedom. If the imperial fleet enters the solar system, such a conspicuous building will definitely be the first target to be attacked.

However, Mr. Nishita did not move to a safer place. He wanted to let everyone know that their leader was still on Earth, fighting alongside them.

So, after coming out of the elevator, he did not go into the house immediately. Instead, he turned back and walked to the gate of the wall, waved vigorously to the crowd of onlookers across the street, and then clenched his fists and pointed to the sky.

"Fight!" he gave a silent shout to the crowd.

"Long live the President!" "Long live the Blue Star Community!"

The crowd suddenly cheered. At least at this moment, they probably really felt that as long as the President was still on Earth, they had not lost.

This sudden surge of courage and fighting spirit may be temporary, but it is much better than having no courage at all.

Just like that, the warrior-like President Nishita had just entered the west wing of the mansion, which was the private living area, when his entire temperament completely wilted.

If the vice president just now was a deflated balloon, he was like a robot whose battery had been removed. The majestic appearance he maintained on the surface was shattered to the ground, and his face was filled with panic.

President Keith Nishita threw himself on the soft sofa, closed his eyes, and hugged the big cat that was napping next to him, as if he could escape the cruel reality and enter a soft world.

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He heard the cat's purring and felt the big, fluffy tail that looked like a parachute brushing against his face, like a gentle breeze.

What to do? The more time I spend with people, the more I like cats.

Just as the president had this thought, he heard familiar footsteps getting closer and closer to his ears, and the figure who had shared the bed with him for thirty years sat down next to him.

"I have heard what happened in the cabinet meeting just now. In fact, Darling, you should not humiliate such a respected Chairman of the National Defense Committee."

The president sighed in a rhythm that only he could feel, and spent several seconds preparing himself mentally before slowly opening his eyes. He stroked the big cat like a godfather, and smiled a well-honed business smile at his wife, Melalie Glenso Nishita, who was sitting next to him.

In fact, it was a bitter smile for business purposes, fully showing the bitterness and powerlessness of a leader who was exhausted: "This is Vice President Yero's own way!"

"But you didn't stop it. I know you are not satisfied with the work of the National Defense Committee, but now there is no one to replace you," said Mrs. Melalie.

"Everyone is under tremendous pressure. After all, Chairman Maxell is so old that he can no longer bear such heavy pressure. This is the reality of the world! However, there is always someone who can take over the National Defense Committee. I trust you all very much." President Nishita still maintained a bitter expression, with sadness in his eyes.

President Nishita's expression management skills are almost perfect. He has a very rich library of smiling expressions for voters, colleagues, foreign guests, and political opponents. His main feature is to be decent and elegant at all times, and occasionally reveal a hint of tenderness, which adds a rich sense of layering.

Then there was a "slap" sound, and the first lady raised her hand and slapped her husband in the face.

Of course, she didn't use much force, so there wouldn't be any blood, bruises, or even the slightest mark left, but she was sure to make Mr. Nishita feel distinct pain.

The big cat meowed, jumped a few steps and leaped onto the coffee table.

"Is this necessary? Is this necessary?" President Nishita covered his face and let out a loud cry that was almost like a howl of loss.

"Darling, I've told you that once you get home, there's no need to put on that outer set again. Home is a warm place, where you should take off all disguises." Mrs. Nishita said, wielding her hands.

"Yes, yes, I am warm." The president nodded vigorously.

"Very good, Darling." The first lady smiled and handed over the hand-ground coffee she had just prepared. "Tell me, what should we do? I will listen to you as the head of the family."

I'd better be the head of the family. Mr. President sighed, took a big sip of coffee, and confirmed that it was his favorite flavor, and his eyebrows and eyes relaxed immediately.

My wife still loves me. The president felt that his mood and fighting spirit were recovering, so he said helplessly: "I have worked hard for the country, I have given everything to resist the tyranny of the empire, but I have only betrayed you! I don't deserve to be the president!"

"If you quit now, you will be just a commoner." The First Lady said thoughtfully.

The president nodded.

"The Imperials are very martial and probably won't intercept civilian ships."

The President continued to nod.

"We can go back to my parents' home and live the rest of our lives in peace. Anyway, the children are all with my grandfather and have settled down. In the future, I will go back to the university to teach, and you can open a law firm?"

The president nodded with joy on his face, and then was slapped again by his wife.

Of course, this time the action was lighter, and it was hard to tell whether it was a slap in the face or a caress, so President Nishita really didn't know whether he should wail or be intoxicated.

"Darling, aren't you worried that the Empire will compile a list of war criminals and put you on it? They have done such a thing before."

"No, you can't be so unethical, right?" President Nishita's expression suddenly changed to horror.

"Okay, this is just a little joke, but..." The still charming first lady smiled and gave her husband a kiss. The smile on her face seemed to be plated with molten steel:

"Darling, many people don't want you to give up your current position."