America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 482 Why a Republic?

In "New World", the Tiger Faction, the Imperial Sun Faction, and the Peking University Faction merged to form the Kinmen Group.

The power formed by this kind of factional combination often lacks sufficient accumulation of trust, and after the death of the president, it naturally falls into internal strife.

After a fierce battle of one side taking the lead and the other taking the stage, the final winner was the police undercover Li Zicheng, and Zhang Shouji, who thought the outcome was decided early on, became a joke.

The most bizarre scene in the movie is that the person Zhang Shouji, the second-in-command of the Kinmen Group, recruited to threaten Li Zicheng actually turned against him and killed him.

Power and force never exist by right because of a certain position or name; they only obey the people who tame them - note that there are also priorities in the means of taming.

Similarly, as the leader of the empire, the President possesses theoretically supreme power, but the cost of exercising this power is so high that it can even bring the mortality rate of this position to a higher level than that of soldiers, firefighters, and miners.

The bureaucrats in Washington were watching him, the vulture-like capitalist thugs - the media were watching him, the local tyrants were watching him, and other factions within the party were watching him.

Everyone, everyone who is eligible to participate in the game is waiting for him to make a mistake, waiting for him to express his needs, waiting for him to give him a chance.

Give someone a chance to sell out supreme power in exchange for the realization of personal demands.

Now, as Huth flew back to Washington, the opportunity arose.

How to get a glimpse into the operating logic of America’s power game?

Then let’s take a look at Hutt’s ‘normal’ work report!

The first person to contact Huth was the leader of the Master's assassination investigation team, National Security Assistant Flynn.

"Huth, why didn't you answer my call?"

As a person appointed by the President, Flynn naturally needs to be responsible to his superiors.

But this kind of responsibility does not include "letting the truth come out now".

At a time when internal conflicts in the United States have developed into fierce confrontation, the truth is not important; the value brought by the truth is what matters.

How to make truth bring value?
It requires careful weighing and appropriate entry points, just like business negotiations, you can’t show your cards right away!

Flynn knew exactly what the President wanted, so as soon as he realized that Huth was acting alone, he tried to interfere.

However, after getting off the plane, Huth just gave a perfunctory response on the phone.

"Sorry, I was so tired that I fell asleep on the plane."

As Huth flew back to Washington, Flynn called him three times, called his assistant seven times, and contacted the captain of the plane twice.

Flynn tried to intervene, but Huth ignored him.

"You returned to Washington with such fanfare, what do you want to do? You know I'm the one in charge!"

Flynn said somewhat angrily.

If this matter is not handled properly and the truth gets out of control, he will definitely be labeled incompetent by the commander-in-chief.

For someone who has not lost his ambition, this label is tantamount to a death sentence for his political life.

"The situation is rather urgent. I must report this to the Commander in person, sir."

After saying that, Hutt hung up the phone.

The assistant opened the door for Huth, and the powerful deputy director nimbly got into the black Cadillac Escalade.

Three Escalades drove slowly out of the airport and were stopped by airport security personnel at the airport gate.

The airport's security chief was almost blushing. He didn't expect to be involved in such a dispute today.

His subordinates were unable to stop Deputy Director Foberle, so he appeared in person at the exit of the Washington airport.

The person in charge walked forward with his security personnel, the window of the Escalade was rolled down, and sitting inside was Huth with a serious face.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but your permit has been revoked by order of the Washington D.C. Transportation Control Board."

Hut didn't waste any more words. He looked directly at the poor airport security chief and said.

"I am Deputy Director of the FBI, Huth. I was appointed by the Attorney General to lead the investigation team into the Nigerian terrorist attacks. I am now preparing to report the results of the investigation to our President.

Are you sure you want to obey some traffic committee order to stop me?"

The person in charge gritted his teeth and said.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave until I give you permission to pass."

Hut sneered, gave up communicating, and spoke directly to the driver.

"drive!"

The Cadillac Escalade is indeed a good car. It easily broke through the poor barrier in front of the airport gate.

The people at the airport had no right or courage to stop him. After breaking through the pathetic and ridiculous restraints, Hut went wherever he wanted.

Destination, the Oval Office!
Distance: 7km!

The three Escalades soon drove onto Interstate 395, the highway built by Eisenhower fifty years ago.

When Hut was a child, he lived next to a road. His father ran a Brothers restaurant. He won the favor of customers with his not-so-good cooking skills and large portions, and sent Hut to college.

Eisenhower's highway broke the monopoly of traditional American train companies on interstate logistics and injected new vitality into the American economy.

However, this special general who came from the Elephant Party was actually a master of authoritarianism and court politics. He knew when to be tough and when to be flexible.

Hutt sometimes lamented to his closest friends that the best president of the United States is always the former president.

Now, with the change of position, he gradually realized that it was not that the current commander-in-chief was incapable, but that the current situation did not allow the commander-in-chief to be incapable.

The America that allowed Dad Ike to form alliances and dominate the world no longer exists after all.

Mr. President, can you be the one to save America?

In other words, can you seize the opportunity we give you?

Raising his eyes slightly upwards, Hut saw the Jefferson Memorial in the distance through the car window.

Hut, sitting in the car, could only vaguely see the dome of the bridge through the guardrail.

It was a beautiful white marble dome building, which was built under the order of the Donkey Party’s most legendary wheelchair-bound leader.

In Washington, these former great leaders of America have left so many traces of themselves.

As the founder of the Democratic-Republican Party and one of the founding fathers, Jefferson's greatest achievement actually had nothing to do with shaping the American party structure, but rather drafting the Declaration of Independence.

To be precise, it was in the process of writing the Declaration of Independence that the underlying code for America to inherit Manifest Destiny was engraved.

'All men are created equal.'

'Human beings are endowed with inalienable rights by their Creator.'

The underlying code written by Jefferson had a profound influence on the formulation of the American Constitution. After him, a modern country gradually emerged, where there were no kings or nobles, where all men were created equal and enjoyed natural rights without having to thank anyone for any favors.

(The hell is, the people Jefferson emphasized were white people, not slaves. This guy supported slavery.)

An America that is getting worse and worse due to the Donald Trump Party’s agenda is not what Huth likes, and never was. This is why he has become the target of Achilles and President Cheng.

There is no shortage of patriots in the United States, and even in the most decadent countries there is no shortage of patriots. But compared to those populist and spiritual patriotisms, Huth's patriotism is more realistic.

Sometimes, Huth thought that his coming together with the younger generation of leaders of the Elephant Party was a necessity revealed by fate.

God has gifted him with an extraordinary destiny, giving him the opportunity to grow his wealth, realize his ideals, and fulfill his mission. His personal pursuit of interests and his religious beliefs just happen to come together.

The car stopped suddenly, interrupting Hut's reverie.

"Huh? Someone stopped me again?"

The Deputy Director was very confused. Today, his opponents seemed to react too quickly.

I have to say, this is very un-American!
The three Escalades were parked in an awkward position. Two mounted police officers stopped them at the entrance of the 14th Street Bridge, with a long string of unlucky cars caught in the way behind them.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I've received orders to inspect you."

A trooper got off his motorcycle and knocked on the window of the first Escalade.

The other vehicles stuck behind honked their horns in dissatisfaction, and Hut, who was sitting in his seat, once again hung up the phone of someone who was trying to contact him.

Hanging up wasn't enough, he even turned off his phone.

The communication between the cavalry and Huth's men was not pleasant. Obviously, the elites of the investigation bureau were unwilling to give face to these police officers.

In Game of Thrones, Hutt is a minor character who can't even decide his own future, but on the real streets of America, his car is so popular that no one dares to stop it.

Who would be willing to bet whether the Deputy Director of the FBI has bullets in his gun?

"Chief, his superior wants to talk to you." The subordinate in the car in front reported on the walkie-talkie.

"Let him come over." Hut curled his lips.

This is not the airport gate, and it is only five kilometers away from the White House. If his car moves around, it may directly activate the security system surrounding the center of American power.

With the support of Achilles and the Elephant Party, Huth can be a little crazy, but not too crazy.

After all, he came here to do business, not to cause trouble.

"Hutt, it's me, Andrew, a senator from the Donkey Party called me, sorry, man."

The top police officer in Washington, D.C., came up and made it clear that they were all from the United States, and Andrew believed that Hutt could understand his difficulties.

"Do you want to shoot me for him?"

Hearing that it was the voice of an old acquaintance, the deputy director even felt like making a joke.

We are all old bureaucrats, and everyone knows each other.

That's it!

This is also part of the republic. The demands of bureaucrats should be heard, right?

"Damn it, what are you talking about? I was just stopping you."

Andrew only sent two mounted policemen to stop them, which was the ultimate in deception.

Was it stopped?
Like blocking!

"Two minutes. Any more and I won't have you as my friend anymore."

Huth said he was a little anxious.

"Five minutes, and I'll give you two bottles of good wine. An Argentinian idiot gave it to me. It's 77 Nantes red wine. How about it?"

The old bureaucrats initiated a shameful blending, but Hut's main concern now was not the wine.

"Okay, who is that congressman?"

Andrew hesitated and replied.

"Congresswoman, the black congresswoman from the West Coast, I can't say any more, Fuck, our phone calls won't be recorded, right?"

Hut curled his lips and said, "I'm the deputy director of the Investigation Bureau. I must be under surveillance. Is there any need to ask?"

Silly hat!

"Don't worry, there are at least 100,000 of these in the Foberle evidence library, if not a million."

Andrew was speechless for a moment and cursed. "You are nothing!"

This is the United States of America. Under the republican system of a great leader, every congressman is a member of the republic and can naturally enjoy a part of the supreme power.

Hut knew who was blocking him. What black female congresswoman was a complete joke. It was Nancy behind it!
Just because the old witch hates Niu Sen doesn’t mean she has to give up on Niu Sen now!

Only Nancy, the Imperial Speaker who has always been at the forefront of the political arena for many years, has such strong execution ability.

The deputy director could even imagine that behind the scenes, Nancy was still jumping around in other places, just hoping that things would not evolve into the most troublesome situation.

This is actually what Hutt admires most about Achilles and Cheng Zong. As younger and cutting-edge forces, they will not passively wait for the enemy's attacks, but will choose to take the initiative according to the circumstances.

There is a huge difference between active and passive.

At least Hutt had been in America for many years and rarely saw Nancy in such a hurry.

A few minutes later, the pretentious mounted police officers made way and the black Escalade finally got onto the 14th Street Bridge.

Distance: 4 kilometers!

By this time, Huth finally felt some tension.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he is the powerful deputy director of the Investigation Bureau, but he has never met the President in person.

The President of the United States can appoint hundreds of key positions, such as the Attorney General, which is hundreds, and deputy directors like Huth, which is thousands...

You can't expect an old man to remember thousands of names, right?

But Hutt's nervousness was not because the President did not know him, but more because of his self-awareness as a tentacle of the deep government.

The commander-in-chief is not an easy person to get along with. He is very famous, but also very difficult to get along with. Hut is very worried about how the old man will treat him.

In fact, as they got closer to their destination, Hut saw the Washington Monument, a 160-centimeter-high obelisk.

This is the power center of the empire, but an inexplicable thought arose in Hut's mind - who will be the next person to be established here?
Could it be the current president?
Does he imagine in his dreams how he will be remembered like a god after his death?

"It should be possible, right?"

Hut muttered to himself.

In his opinion, who doesn't want to leave his or her name in history?

In China, this is called leaving a name in history, and it is a value-added obligation.

In Europe and the United States, this is called posthumous canonization, which is bestowed by faith - faith is also a special value.

"Mr. Director, what did you say?"

The subordinate sitting in the front row didn't hear Hut's words clearly and asked.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter."

Hu Te was self-aware and knew that whether he left his name or not had nothing to do with him.

Being able to participate in such a crucial moment and walk into the center of the historical stage has made this man extremely satisfied.

The Escalade convoy drove along the road and finally stopped at the door of the west wing of the white house.

Huth opened the car door, carried a small box, and walked quickly towards the gate.

The White House security guides had been waiting for Hutt for a long time.

This deputy director of the FBI is the most critical figure in Washington today.

"Man, we've been waiting for you for two hours!"

America's national affairs are always complicated and difficult to understand, but for those at the center of power, there are only so many important things to do every day.

Although the security guards of the White House may seem inconspicuous, they are part of the "unnamed sources" often mentioned by the media, and they know very well what it means that Huth insisted on reporting the results of the investigation to the President.

"I need to see the commander-in-chief as soon as possible, immediately, now!"

Huth didn't waste any words and signaled the security personnel to lead the way.

As they walked toward the West Wing door of the White House, he was stopped by a man he didn't expect.

Distance, 20 meters!
"Hut!"

The Minister of Justice reached out and pulled Hutt directly into an empty small conference room.

This scene has already fallen into the eyes of those who are interested.

It may seem unremarkable, but in fact, the amount of information that can be interpreted is so huge that it may not be able to be explained in a few thousand words.

The Minister of Justice was at a loss as Huth refused to answer calls or obey orders and insisted on having his own way.

Otherwise, he would not have personally stood guard at the gate and served as the final watchdog for the dignity of the empire.

“I had someone stop you at the airport and was going to meet you, but you just barged in!

The investigation has made progress, and we all take it very seriously, but you have to be aware of the overall situation!"

The FBI is a law enforcement agency directly under the Department of Justice. Huth's boss is the director. Logically, the Attorney General is his boss's boss, a super leader.

But America’s logic is different from China’s logic, and when it comes to their affiliations, it’s even more complicated.

Simply put, the Attorney General's power is like duckweed, while Deputy Director Huth's power is like a big tree with tangled roots.

When duckweed is blown by the wind, it can fly very high, but it will eventually fall back into the water.

This is not the case with big trees.

"The truth is shocking. I dare not lose sight of the overall situation, sir."

Huth placed the box on the conference table, seemingly giving the attorney general a hint to negotiate.

"Huth, what's in this?" the minister asked, pointing at the box.

"The commander-in-chief needs me to tell him the truth about the relevant investigation documents." Hutt's answer was very interesting.

The Attorney General raised his glasses and said.

"It was the commander-in-chief who instructed me to come and see you. He ordered me to let you go back. Hutt, you should report to the higher authorities step by step. The country cannot withstand the storm."

He began to escape again. The backlash of supreme power was so terrifying that the commander-in-chief was afraid again.

However, this time, he has no right to hide!

"No, I said - the commander-in-chief needs me to tell him the truth."

Huth refused to give in.

The Minister of Justice seemed to understand and did not intend to continue to interfere forcibly. He stepped back slightly and let out a heavy and tired sigh.

"Sir, I understand you, but compromise cannot be the path to victory!"

After saying that, Huth picked up his box, pushed open the door of the small conference room, and walked towards the famous Oval Office.

When the president's personal secretary saw him, he looked as if he was facing a great enemy, but he still opened the door of his office for Hutra.

Distance, 0 meters.

Entering the office from the northwest door, Hut found the commander-in-chief sitting on the sofa instructing team members to help him with the network.

"Just use 'idiot'. Nancy is a big idiot. Also, add 'murderer', yes."

Noticing Hut's arrival, the commander-in-chief looked at the reckless director.

"You have given me a great trouble. Tell me, Hutt, what do you want?"

Deputy Director Huth did not answer directly, but opened the small box.

The security personnel in the White House were too relaxed about the deputy director of the Investigation Bureau, and they didn't even check what was in the box.

Security (huh?): Director Huth said that it contains investigative materials, top secret.
Inside the box was a portable frequency jammer. Hut opened this strange and compact special machine under the astonished gaze of the White House staff.

"Sir, we don't have to worry about being recorded at this time. Also, these staff members need to leave."

The President admired Hut's professionalism very much. He was worthy of being from the Investigation Bureau. He had done so many unethical things in wiretapping that he was so professional.

However, how could he let the staff around him leave?

The reason why he stayed here was because the afternoon event invited disabled Vietnam War veterans to participate. If he broke his promise to such an event, he would be scolded to death.

But, faced with Huth's fatal straight ball, the commander-in-chief, who was tied up by his schedule and unable to escape, came up with a crooked trick.

He arranged for staff to accompany him in his Oval Office at all times, and when Huth tried to drive them away on the grounds of confidentiality, he would defend the staff's "dignity" and ask Huth not to be aggressive.

If Hut really intends to say something inappropriate in public, then we can also use the anti-logic of "violation of confidentiality regulations" to fight back against Hut.

So, in response to Huth's request, the commander-in-chief simply said.

"It's okay. I trust everyone here."

As he spoke, he also glanced at the small box that Hutt brought.

This thing is quite small, if you have one, many things can be easier.

"Sir, this is not a question of trust. You don't have to beat around the bush. Please let them go!"

Director Huth directly gave orders to the President of the United States - it was a highlight moment in his life.

The commander-in-chief became furious almost instantly, but he suppressed his anger and signaled his shields to leave.

Little clever?
Useless!

Chief Huth, charging!

This is also a republic!
"Okay, now you can tell me what you found out?"

Huth is part of the deep state of establishment Elephants, and the President knows it.

Huth's self-destructive "report" today, which was like a collision between Mars and the Earth, corresponds to the demands of some people in the party establishment who want to drive the president to do things.

Why would the commander-in-chief listen to Hutt and let his men retreat?
Because he knows very well that he has finally established some tacit understanding with the establishment, which has become the most comfortable situation since he took office, and now is not the time to break it.

He possesses supreme power, but he does not have the courage to use it at will. He dares not use it recklessly, either externally or internally.

This is very republican.

"Niu Sen's younger brother Will had carried out special secret activities in Nigeria before the Nigerian ambassador was assassinated. He may have played the role of a special contact person!"

A terrible lid was lifted, and the script that had been preset by the general manager was moving towards the most grand performance.

The commander-in-chief leaned back on the sofa, studying the chandelier on the ceiling of his office.

So dazzling.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, he is not the President of America.

He was just a helpless old man in his seventies.

(End of this chapter)