Miss President wants to talk to you

At the time, her son assured her that nothing unusual had happened.

So, was it around that time?

As soon as the show "Ask the Federal" started, Eleanor's henchmen began to take action.

They arrested everyone and brought them all under control at the police station.

Perhaps there's a radio playing nearby.

Everyone was listening to him talk at length about Southern traditions.

They could not speak; they could only wait.

Waiting for their own doom to come.

Eleanor, who knew everything, said nothing.

Throughout the entire program, he smiled and listened attentively, like a well-behaved student.

At this moment, Smith recalled the look in Eleanor's eyes when she looked at him earlier.

That's like saying

Mr. Smith, everyone else has already left.

All that's missing is you.

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Preston on the phone was still calling out repeatedly.

"dad!

"Say something!"

"dad"

Eleanor raised her hand, and the staff member in charge of the line immediately cut off the call.

The sound stopped abruptly.

It leaves the listeners outside the radio station with endless imagination.

Eleanor turned back to the microphone and calmly said:

"Dear listeners, this concludes tonight's episode of 'Ask the Federal Government'."

"Thank you for listening."

"See you next week!"

The red indicator light went out, signifying the end of the program.

Smith remained slumped in the same spot.

Eleanor approached him and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder.

"Get up, Senator Smith."

"The ground is cold."

Smith looked up.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But when the words came out, only "ah ah" sounds came out.

The federal agent who had been standing in the corner of the room suddenly walked up to him.

One of them took out a document.

Senator Ellison Smith.

"Your family is suspected of involvement in illegal detention, forced labor, and illegal manufacturing and interstate trafficking of narcotics."

"This is a summons signed by the president. Please assist with the investigation."

Smith's current status is still that of a senator; without conclusive evidence of a crime, he cannot be easily dealt with.

But, assisting with the investigation?

How is this any different from an arrest?

Once the charges are settled, Smith will lose his senator status.

But when he was not a senator.

The federal judiciary will no longer have any concerns about him.

Smith was helped up by two agents, one on each side of his arms.

But his legs were really too weak.

He had just stood up when he slumped back down.

Only with the combined efforts of two agents could they maintain their standing posture.

Eleanor watched as Smith was taken away.

His expression remained calm, unchanged.

Tonight was just another ordinary episode.

Ultimately, Smith was taken out of the broadcasting building by the agents.

As soon as I went downstairs, the reporters who had been waiting outside surged up like a flood bursting its banks.

"Senator Smith!"

Are you involved in the operation of the Waterley Valley?

"Does the Southern tradition you just mentioned include slave labor?"

"Will you resign as chairman of the Agriculture Committee?"

"How many people from the Southern faction are still involved?!"

One question after another.

Smith remained silent, looking up at the dark night sky.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered something from many years ago.

The scene depicts a man with his son and hunting dogs, chasing wild rabbits in the countryside.

The peaceful years, the loving father and filial son—those scenes are still vivid in my mind.

But it can never be undone.

……

metropolis.

Hundreds of people remained gathered outside the shop window.

The program had ended, and the radio in the shop window was now only playing music.

But no one was willing to leave.

Everyone was excitedly discussing what they had just heard.

Slave camps, poppy fields, drug factories, and the Southern Union that created it all.

The more people talked about it, the more unbelievable it seemed.

Any one of these things alone would be enough to cause a national sensation.

Now they are all concentrated in the same river valley.

The people standing behind them were not some gangsters or robbers.

Instead, he was a senator who once enjoyed immense prestige in front of the camera.

……

Newspapers across the federal government were thrown into unprecedented chaos.

The typeface that had already been laid out was removed from the entire sheet, and the printing press stopped again and again.

Because new news kept coming from the south.

Almost all newspapers dedicated their front pages to the same name.

The Smiths

The subheadings were increasingly shocking.

The Southern Tradition of Senators: Barbed Wire, Poppies, and Slave Labor

How many corpses are buried beneath the model farm?

Is the Chairman of the Agricultural Committee the real protector of the drug cartel?

The most extravagant newspaper even prepared a cartoon on its front page.

on the screen.

Smith sat at the head of the long dining table.

The table was piled high with money and white powder.

On both sides sat rows of slave laborers wearing iron chains and numbered badges around their necks.

There is only one sentence below the comic.

Welcome home.

……

Washington.

Capitol Hill was brightly lit throughout the night.