Illinois, Rockford!
The second largest city in the state.
Permanent population of 150,000…
And right now, the scenery here is truly "beautiful."
The FBI's office here, located at 17 Claymont District, was hit with incendiary bombs, and the employees working inside ran out screaming. Before they had recovered from the shock, they saw a group of people wearing Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Winnie the Pooh, and other costus storming over, wielding clubs for a beating.
???
Is this the animal kingdom?
The FBI employees were beaten until their heads were bleeding, clutching their knees and wailing on the ground.
Female employees?
No rcy was shown either.
After the beating, they left nonchalantly…
The local police arrived leisurely more than ten minutes later, called for doctors, but there were still three dead and two critically injured…
On the streets of Rockford, on buses, you could see banners being carried.
"Fight to the last man!"
Ever since Congress signed the arrest warrant for the Ramsfield family, soone "spontaneously" stood up to defend Bramo, under the banner of: Democracy, Fairness, Self-Respect, and Independence.
The governor of Illinois urgently dispatched the National Guard to a location 20 kiloters from Rockford, but they didn't go in, while Congress initiated a bill on December 10th, announcing Bramo as a "traitor!"
The charge was: "Colluding with xico."
They deployed the troops to suppress the rebellion, but in Rockford, they confronted the Illinois Guard Corps, who did not allow them to enter, leading to a standoff between the two sides.
They even adjusted the angles of their armored vehicles towards each other.
December 10th, 12 PM.
Bramo Ramsfield, looking exhausted with red-rimd eyes, appeared on Rockford's TV station for a live broadcast.
Even though orders swiftly ca from Washington demanding other states not broadcast, there were still a few rebels, like in Texas, who didn't care.
Bramo Ramsfield glanced back at the audience, where his "Chief of Staff," a public relations master, was sitting, um… of xican descent, and then looked down at his script.
All of it was written by a dozen professionals and faxed overnight from xico.
"Gentlen, ladies…"
He began, and I thought he was going to say comrade.
"As everyone can see, the Ramsfield family is suffering political persecution…"
"Those high and mighty Washington gentlen are holding their red wine, wearing Belle Feida, living in mansions worth millions and tens of millions, laughing at my plight!"
"Why?"
"Because I want to give the country's money to the poor, they can't bear it, they'd rather let Black, Chinese descent, xican, Latino, African descent, etc. starve on the streets than give a single US dollar to improve your welfare!"
"They treat you as dogs, as livestock, as tools to consolidate their power!"
Bramo placed his hands on the table, his expression brewing.
"Cry! Cry! Cry!" his Chief of Staff whispered softly.
One, two, three tears finally squeezed out of his eyes.
"Do you know how my grandfather, Old Rumsfeld, died? An accident? No no no, it was murder!"
"In his study drawer was a bill proposal." Saying that, he took out a notebook, opened it, and it was densely covered in text, not very clear.
"He proposed increased benefits for veterans, reducing their burdens, with the state fully covering their service expenses."
"He also proposed expanding dical insurance, controlling insurance companies, increasing protections for low-inco groups, especially providing psychological counseling for orphans and those who lost families."
"He called on the Fed to set up a charity fund to treat ordinary grassroots retired from governnt departnts well."
"He advocated for increasing taxes on the wealthy, using this money for civic infrastructure."
Saying it, even he was starting to believe it, tears flowed…
A competent politician first learns facial expression managent.
Second-rate actors beco actors.
First-rate people go into politics.
"Just because he presented these bills, what was he branded as?"
"Branded as a soc********m, can't our system love the people?"
Bramo Ramsfield raised his fist, "We co from the Arican people and go to the Arican people, our system should never serve the elite but the 130 million Aricans!"
"They killed my grandfather, now they want to kill my father, next they'll kill , but I'm not afraid, gentlen, ladies…"
Bramo took a deep breath, "If changing people's lives requires sacrifice and death, then let it start with the Ramsfield family!"
Righteous and courageous!
Heroic and lofty!
Sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, Victor couldn't help but applaud.
Turning oneself into a persona for the country and the people, then who is the villain? Who is justice?
This country, Arica, as ntioned in the last chapter, even though the grassroots are livestock, are dogs, emotions can be suppressed.
Wasn't it back when Emperor Qin Shi Huang's tyranny that Chen Sheng stood up and the world responded?
After other mbers of the Ramsfield family were captured, xico City's "International Developnt Agency" quickly provided Bramo with help from top to bottom.
Also providing the "Bramo Group" with 1.2 million US dollars in funding, determined to shape him as a "dostic saint of the United States."
Doesn't it look like it?
Isn't the Washington governnt just the mafia?
Sparks can set the prairie ablaze!
Yesterday's Yan'an, today's Rockford.
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