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Chapter 377 The overall situation has been decided! (First update!)

While swearing, Sweet's hands were not idle. He turned around and searched around in the drawer!
But he could never find his lover, the two Browning guns!
Seeing his actions, the lawmakers present expressed their calmness.

One of them even took a step forward and said to the President of America:

"Mr. Sweet, please don't say it so harshly. We just made the choices that people with normal cognition should make!"

"What's that old saying? He who knows the current affairs is a hero!"

"Our National Guard is nothing compared to the navy stationed there!"

"In the eyes of the Bolsheviks, our army is just playing house!"

"Texas surrendered and became the Lone Star Special Administrative Region!"

"What about us? If we drag on, will we face a double blow from the navy and the Bolsheviks?"

"Mr. Sweet, as your former subordinate, I must advise you here, power must be alive!"

"Dead! But there is nothing left!"

As soon as this congressman spoke, others also started to persuade him!

"That's right! Mr. Sweet! If you surrender now, you can still lose half of it!"

"Vote!"

"Click surrender now, and we can get together for dinner and have a party tonight!"

"That's right! We'll have a party in the evening, and we'll have a drink and re-divide it! After all, California is still too small!"

Sweet was unmoved by these people's persuasion and was still looking for his Browning pistols!

All these actions of his were seen by others.

After watching for a while, these people shook their heads, turned and left the room!
As they were leaving, a man passed them.

This man was wearing desert camouflage with paint on his face. As soon as he walked into the room, he gave Sweet a straight salute!

Then he said: "Mr. Sweet, long time no see!"

The person coming was none other than Whiteman.

He walked to sit down opposite Sweet, looked at the man who was still flipping through his guns and said, "Stop looking for it. I spent 20 dollars to have my secretary replace Sweet's guns!"

Upon hearing this, Sweet's hand suddenly stopped.

The image of the secretary emerged in his mind. She was so graceful, considerate, and warm-hearted!
But I never expected that such a woman would sell herself out for $20!
Take a deep breath and let it out.

While exhaling, he slowly sat upright and stared directly at the opposite side, staring at the Finance Secretary appointed by himself!
Not to be outdone, Whiteman also stared wide-eyed.

Two men with a combined age of over 100 started blowing their beards and staring at each other across a table!

After waiting for each other for a few minutes, Sweet was defeated and put his hands on the table. He asked dejectedly: "Is everything really over?"

"It's over!" Whiteman replied calmly, stood up, walked to the wall where the map was hung, and looked up at the map on the wall.

After a while, he said: "We have opened up the north and south, and now only you, California, and your allies are left in the west!"

“We founded the America Bolshevik Party not to kill, but to save!”

"That's why we come to peace talks and try our best to solve the problem peacefully and in a bloodless way!"

"And this time I came to California because I asked for it!"

"After all, my achievements today are closely related to California, and I don't want this place to turn into a hell on earth!"

"So, today must end!" "What if it doesn't end?" Sweet asked again unwillingly.

Looking back from the map, Whiteman turned his head, looked at his former boss, and said expressionlessly:
"Our great Mr. Sweet Amishitia feels that he is a remnant of the old era!"

"The New Era didn't have a ship to carry him, so after he completed the handover!"

"Killed myself!"

"He will always be our greatest governor in California!"

"What do you think of this title, Mr. Sweet?"

At the desk, Sweet couldn't help but jump up in shame.

A remnant of the old era?

No ship to the new era?
What kind of international joke are you kidding? You are only 42 years old this year, and you have become a remnant?

Or a remnant of the old era? You guys are really good at making things up!
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Whiteman in front of him and made his request.

"I want to continue as a member of parliament..."

He was only halfway through speaking when he saw the person opposite him raising his hand and interrupting his words.

Then Whiteman's voice sounded.

"We are the new America, with a new structure, and the identity of a congressman will be a thing of the past!"

"I'm here just to talk to you about California, don't talk too much about other things!"

The firm words made Sweet's face suddenly straighten.

He stood up from his desk, walked up to Whiteman step by step, stretched out his hand to push, and asked sternly:
"What do you mean?"

As soon as he finished asking the question, he saw the person opposite him raising his hand. In the palm of his hand, there was a small pistol!

At this moment, Sweet's eyes widened!

Almost at the same time, some of Whiteman's archives appeared in his mind!
Whiteman Valencia, a former member of the Naval Intelligence Organization, has excellent intelligence processing and combat capabilities!

"you dare!"

Two words blurted out, and as soon as he finished speaking, Sweet felt a little regretful!
At this time and in this situation, he should not threaten people, he should compromise first and then seek counterattack!

Facing the threat from his old boss, Whiteman smiled slightly, raised the gun with his right hand, and suddenly took a step forward with his left foot.

He stopped, exerted force with his right foot, raised the toes of his left foot, spun on the spot, and hit Sweet hard on the face with his right foot!

Two front teeth flew out along with the leather shoes, and the next second, Whiteman jumped up!

His legs kicked forward violently, sending Sweet flying away!
He raised his right hand, but the pistol in his hand had disappeared. He spread his fingers, grabbed Sweet, and slammed him down, smashing him to pieces!

Before the other party could react, Whiteman grabbed Sweet's collar and dragged him to the balcony!
After being dragged to the balcony, Sweet flew off the balcony without much effort!
Go and discuss the mysteries of mechanics with Sir Newton!
After doing all this, Whiteman turned around, arranged his clothes, smiled at the glass, then walked to the door and opened it!

Outside the door, a group of people were listening to the wall.

Seeing Whiteman coming out, everyone stood up quickly, leaned against the wall, or took out their mobile phones to make a call!
Looking at this group of people diverting attention, Whiteman said softly: "Mr. Sweet is not willing to join in the same trap with us people, nor is he willing to let the people suffer!"

"So he jumped off the balcony!"

"Let's hold a press conference the day after tomorrow!"

"At his memorial service!"

(End of this chapter)