Chapter 1154: Chapter 568: Eighteen Lords?
“Ten thousand US dollars! I spent ten thousand US dollars to come from Africa, and now, I’ve been here for less than six months. I initially found a dishwashing job, and now? The boss has run off. I have nowhere to live, no food, not even basic medicine. Everyone is panic buying, yet I have no money. I’m just like a soccer ball being kicked around.”
In Albuquerque, New Mexico, a black woman with hips larger than a water tank hysterically shouted at the camera, her tone desperate, “Are we supposed to die here?”
“Why is no one helping us!”
The reporter was blunt, “Ma’am, you are here illegally…”
“My child was born in the United States; he is an American!”
The woman was relentless, “If you can’t solve our problems, then let the Mexicans do it. We now need Victor’s management, and we also need Mexico’s medical insurance.”
The reporter was taken aback, mumbling, “I wish Mexico would enter the United States.”
His interest waned instantly. He pulled out a wad of hundreds of US dollars from his pocket and handed it to her. “Go to Mexico; there’s no future here in the United States.”
The woman looked at the money in her hand. The swear words she had been about to utter were swallowed back, and she burst into tears.
She watched the departing reporter, squatted helplessly on the ground, and cried out loud.
This is just an abbreviation.
More people in New Mexico began to head towards the border.
Such a population outflow was unacceptable to the state government.
So on May 6th.
New Mexico surprisingly announced a “Stop Resident Outflow Policy!”
Visa issuance stopped, and passport issuance halted as well. Entering Mexico or leaving New Mexico would automatically cancel one’s U.S. identity in the system.
Journalists dubbed this bill: “The Caged Beast Act.”
It immediately sparked public outrage!
This place was already complicated with many ethnic minorities. If we are forbidden from leaving, are you trying to let us all die here with you?
The angry populace exploded on the spot, surrounding the government building with over 1,000 out of the 3,000 residents of the cultural town of Zima Yao, dragging the mayor out and beating him half to death.
This also aroused discontent from Mexico.
The two divisions of the 336th Army stationed in Chihuahua State began to mobilize massively, pressing into the New Mexico border, directly crossing Highway 10, only 20 kilometers from Las Cruces!
This was the first time since the US-Mexico War of 1992 that the Mexican Army had once more entered the United States territory.
This made Texas and California nervous.
After all, our civil war is at most a novice pecking fight, but if you meddle, it’s different.
California and Texas quickly dispatched more troops to the border line.
The atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense.
European countries entered the fray one after another.
United Kingdom: “I know Victor is not an opportunist; he may just want to maintain safety and stability, going to the United States? Hmm… I will try my best to use my influence to resolve the North American dispute.”
Mexican Goebbels: “Who the hell are you?!”
The British were outraged, pinching their philtrum vigorously.
The other nations like Germany, France, and Italy remained silent, covering their mouths with a laugh, and everyone was smart enough to hope for more chaos in North America. As long as you fight your battles, I just need a bite of the leftovers.
It’s just like you British.
Now you’re eager to stand out and uphold your former “world number one” name?
Sometimes, people just can’t tell left from right and light from heavy.
May 9th.
Texas Republic, Austin.
A light rain was falling.
The misty weather was making people feel uncomfortable.
Paul Constantine Stuart frowned as he got out of the car. His secretary behind him tried to rush up with an umbrella, but couldn’t catch up.
As he pushed open the door, he saw guests had arrived at his home.
His own younger brother, the current Texas Republic’s Minister of Intelligence and Military Officer, Lawrence Constantine Stuart, and his wife, Catherine Rumsfeld. The latter was holding a young man and crying with red eyes.
The young man patted her shoulder for comfort. Hearing the sound of the door opening, all three looked outside to see Paul standing there with a frown, his expression not good.
“Brother~” Lawrence hastily stood up and called, and Catherine wiped her tears.
Bramo stood up with a smile on his face, bandaged hand, and said respectfully, “Mr. President.”
“Why did you come here? You’re not very welcome here.”
Who knows? Lawrence Constantin Stuart questioned.
Lawrence and Catherine’s expressions changed, just about to speak, but they were stared down, “You bring anyone into our home, do you know? You’re going to get us killed!”
“And you, Catherine, you’re now part of the Stuart family. If it weren’t for my protection, you would have been taken by The Pentagon long ago. You should be grateful.”
Bramo’s eyes flashed, his expression slightly indifferent, squinting, “I’m here to save your life, you know you’re about to die, President Paul.”
Such a familiar scene.
Look at the map, this is North America, not Asia, right?
Paul Constantine Stuart scoffed at these words, “Arrogant!”
“Don’t think I don’t know who you’re relying on, isn’t it Victor from Mexico? What can he do? Does he dare to interfere? We Texans can confront the U.S. Government and also dare to confront the Mexican Government!”
Bramo: “What if they join forces?”
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What does the last whisper mean?
These words directly silenced Paul Constantine Stuart.
He really wanted to retort, impossible.
But in political struggles, there’s no such thing as impossible. Even if someone killed your parents, if the benefit is sufficient, they can become partners. After decades of political maneuvering, this shallow truth is still unclear?
Bramo was like a skilled negotiator. He saw Paul didn’t refute immediately, understood, and smiled, “The black cat failed, but you’ve also caused Norman Schwarzkopf and others to lose face. The crucial point is, because of this matter, he’s rigidly confronting Congress. He has no way out. If he can’t eradicate Texas, he will lose everything completely!”
“If at this time, Mexico tells them that they’re willing to help encircle you on both sides, how long can you hold out? A year? Two years? No no no, I think within three months, you will find no place for burial. Am I right?”
“We can also negotiate with The Pentagon!” Paul said through gritted teeth.
Bramo shook his head, stood up, and said to his aunt and uncle, “I’ll come to see you again next time.”
With that, he left without stopping.
This actually shocked President Paul for a moment. He internally felt what the other said was true, but didn’t want to acknowledge it. He had been living quite flamboyantly lately, with Texas Republic’s bigwigs seeking him, dinner invitations every day.
Making him somewhat complacent.
Now being “intimidated” by Bramo, his clever intellect regained its grip.
“Wait!”
Bramo, at the door, was delighted but quickly hid it. Mexico’s expert team was right; as long as you show great resolve, he will doubt himself.
He stopped, slowly turned his head, but didn’t speak.
Paul Constantine Stuart’s expression changed several times, then he took a deep breath, and started smiling hugely, walking over, warmly grasping Bramo’s arm, “Come, sit, sit, we’re family, you came, I must host you.”
His brother and sister-in-law watched this wide-eyed but with complicated looks at the spirited young man, momentarily… some lost in thoughts, it has been a long time since they saw him, the once shy, slightly awkward young man, who now… had grown up.
Time indeed allows people to grow.
Catherine’s gaze immediately connected him with her own father and brothers, tears suddenly fell again, Bramo raised his head while walking to the study with Paul, speaking gently, “Aunt, don’t cry, I’m here. The Ramsfield family still has me.”
Catherine covered her mouth, nodding hard.
Her gaze always on him climbing the stairs, entering the study.
Husband Lawrence tightly embraced her shoulder, comforting, “Bramo has grown up.”
In the study…
Bramo sat down like the host, Paul’s expression tightened, but he endured, “Want something to drink?”
“Don’t stand on ceremony, President Paul, let’s first talk business.”
Bramo said as he pulled a map out of his backpack, spreading it directly, “Look, New Mexico, California, and Texas Republic, you need to break out, rather than be trapped here, otherwise you’ll become prey for others; indeed, the first to step out often gets ganged up on. I know, you’ve contacted many people, probably everyone talks nicely, but no one dares to make real progress with you.”
President Paul’s expression turned unpleasant at these words.
Indeed…
He also contacted adjacent New Mexico and California, but they just laughed it off, just watching the show. After all, The Pentagon still holds the moral high ground.
“Therefore, we should seize this moment to completely disrupt the situation. Only when there’s chaos everywhere in the United States, will someone feel the U.S. regime isn’t to be feared. You’ve stood up, then be the one truly raising the big flag. What’s this called? In Asia, this is called justice. Their meaning is that you have this capacity and capability, stand at the forefront of the team, with time, reputation and prestige, even vast power will surge toward you.”
“Even opposing America needs a leader!”
“If you help me gain the position of a decision-maker in Illinois, I can join the alliance, and Mexico can too!”
Eighteen Lords uniting against America?
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PS: Really feeling weak these past days, my brothers, still feeling it now, truly can’t keep writing, don’t want to keep taking leave, let me rest a bit, thank you, very sorry, really apologetic.