Chapter 1285: Chapter 623: When One Door Closes, Another Opens
Victor was also a bit stunned when he heard the news.
There’s rebellion, and you’re still negotiating?
Is it supposed to be this much of a joke?
“What about the other states?”
“Texas’s Paul Constantine Stuart has clearly stated it’s impossible, and Illinois’s Bramo also refused, but I think this way, we might really end up being reintegrated by Little Bush.”
Jeff Bennett spoke up beside him, “But I think there’s a possibility, although we don’t need to worry, the problems left by Norman Schwartzkopf are too many, including the formation of militias. Just one Alaska has over 120 militias, not including the self-defense forces formed by conglomerates, wanting to disband them is basically impossible.”
“And Little Bush is very arrogant and proud, he definitely won’t allow such large-scale forces with automatic rifles and rocket launchers to exist, which severely threatens the safety of the White House. I think if he gets elected, the civil war will last a long time.”
“But we still can’t relax, maybe we can sponsor more American organizations to cause a bigger commotion.”
Victor suddenly realized!
“I get it, you’re both here to ask for money, aren’t you?”
Jeff Bennett and Augustine Przybylski both blushed.
“You two went around in circles; indeed it’s all about the money. Your performance was quite good, I almost thought I was listening to a comedy skit.”
“Sir, we absolutely didn’t exaggerate, it’s true,” Jeff Bennett hurriedly said.
Victor thought carefully, Little Bush really is very strong-willed, in his past life, the famous Afghanistan War and Iraq War were both initiated by him, nearly dragging the United States down for it. This kind of person doesn’t think much about consequences, just does it!
“I’ll discuss with Casare about increasing funding for the intelligence department and Mexico International Bureau, but you should also think about it. With the way you’re spending money, Ethan Hunt is now earning foreign exchange for the country, while you’re here producing nothing but flowers, heh heh heh.”
The two were a little embarrassed…
However, comparing with Ethan Hunt that beast, his brother’s position is paved with gold, women keep sending money one after another, that’s a technical job.
“Alright, how’s the mole situation in Colombia?”
The progress of the Allies in drug control there has been quite slow…
Even a week ago, an assassination attempt against the high command on the eastern line nearly took out the headquarters, the aim was very accurate, but it was a dud, scaring the Eastern Front Commander of the British Army, Sir Peter Delabriere, to shrink back.
This definitely involves a mole, and a very high-positioned one!
Intelligence agencies from over a dozen countries are working together, determined to catch that bastard.
Augustine Przybylski pressed Jeff Bennett’s hand, “The Mexico News Bureau has already found 17 Cali Cartel intelligence points located in Bogota and other regions of Colombia, all being counter-monitored by us, the government insider has already been identified.”
“Just give us some time, we’ll definitely find out who it is.”
Victor’s expression softened, “That’s good, I don’t want one or two high-ranking officers to die on the eastern line; that would be a huge embarrassment.”
“Okay, you two go ahead.”
After saluting him, the two exited the room.
They both felt somewhat drenched in sweat.
“It’s all your fault, the Supreme Leader saw through this plan at a glance,” said Augustine Przybylski from the News Bureau.
Jeff Bennett also retorted, “Blame me, huh, it’s definitely because your acting wasn’t convincing enough.”
The heads of the two departments kept bickering as they walked away.
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White House, Round Table Office.
Little Bush sat comfortably in the chair, swaying left and right. He even felt the warmth under him, picked up the phone symbolizing power on the desk, and said in a pretentious manner, “Hello, connect me to The Pentagon, Calvin Waller! I order all troops to advance on Mexico, and unleash all nuclear weapons on them, I want to blow Victor the son of a bitch to pieces, North America belongs to the United States, and it’s mine!”
After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself, clicking his tongue twice.
It felt so great!
Of course, would he dare issue that order just now?
Calvin Waller wouldn’t dare accept it either; it was just like a fool pretending to be a tough guy.
“Knock, knock, knock~”
“Come in!”
Little Bush called out politely.
Then he saw Senate Speaker Charles Grassley walk in with a blank expression, handing the file in his hand to him, “Sir, here are the names of the new members of Congress.”
Little Bush glanced at it casually and tossed it aside, watching the other, “Charles, I feel like you’ve been a bit distant from me lately?”
“Are you complaining that I didn’t make you President?”
Charles Grassley remained calm, “Not at all, sir, I’m very glad the United States has your leadership.”
Little Bush stood up, waved his hand, “Oh, don’t say leadership, it’s just that everyone believes I can take charge now. Rest assured, I won’t let you lose out on what I promised you, it’s just that the current situation is unstable, you can’t handle it, so I’ll take the seat for now, and in the future, I’ll give it to you.”
“How about this, Melissa Cruz died in an FBI underground cell, that damn Trent Taylor killed her, which makes me very heartbroken.” Little Bush covered his mouth, frowning slightly, “You take on the CIA position for now.”
He said this with a look that seemed to say, look at how good I am to you.
Charles Grassley nearly felt like giving him a punch though, you asshole, I can’t handle it, but you can?
Are you sitting securely under the Bible, Little Bush?
What about the CIA Director?
The CIA was basically crippled when Trent Taylor became the FBI Director, they hardly have any people left, even overseas branches aren’t paying salaries, agents are reportedly starting to sell sausages.
You want me to be the Director of such a department?
Isn’t that setting me up to take the blame?
Don’t say, it really might be the case.
But Charles Grassley still had to appear pleased, giving the other a smile, “Thank you, Mr. President!”
This made Little Bush very happy, patting his shoulder, “I have my eye on you.”
“If you need anything, any help, feel free to come find me, buddy.”
After responding, Charles Grassley left the Round Table Office, closed the door, his face dark, not answering anyone greeting him as he walked away.
He only started venting his anger after arriving back at his office by tearing at the American flag on the desk, cursing the entire time.
It’s not that he wasn’t calm, but rather he understood his current predicament.
Ever since signing the “Twelve Treaties,” his name was utterly tarnished, many proposed to remove him from the position of Senate Speaker, but Little Bush never responded or reassured him, that was the answer.
As for now being asked to temporarily head the CIA, it was nothing more than a preparation for removing him from the Senate Speaker post.
Charles could plainly say: perhaps the day the new government forms will be the day he steps down.
He’s currently very anxious.
Being thrown out to attract extremist votes; Old Bush did that too.
“Useless after grinding! Useless after grinding!”
He panicked, picked up the phone, thought for a moment, put it down, then picked up his mobile to dial the Deputy Commander of Central Command, Admiral Maxwell Therman, the co-deputy he went to negotiate with in Mexico.
As soon as the call connected.
His first words nearly scared the crap out of Admiral Maxwell Therman in the toilet.
“Buddy, Little Bush might want us dead, can we launch a military coup?!”
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