Chapter 1140: Chapter 563: Manifest Destiny, Blazing Montum!
Tijuana Army Military Hospital.
So areas were heavily guarded, with snipers even positioned on the rooftop. The dean, the vice dean, and others ca out to welco the visitor.
It was surely a high-profile visitor.
April 2, 9:00 AM.
An 8-seat Dodge SUV drove into the hospital, escorted by seven or eight Humvees.
As soon as the vehicle stopped, agents in black suits, with solemn expressions, exited the vehicle and cautiously scanned their surroundings.
After half a minute, Casare finally got out of the car, wearing gold-rimd glasses, looking… sowhat scholarly?
Except his belly was a bit large.
The dean hurried forward, saluted Casare, and extended his hand in greeting.
“I am here today on behalf of the Supre Leader to check on Mr. Bramo. How is he doing?”
“He is recovering well, his life is not in danger anymore, but he will have lingering rheumatism pains.”
Casare nodded and entered the special care ward under the guidance of the dean.
People, ah…
This thing called life is really unfair. So people wake up early every day for re scraps of silver, while others can live in a three-room premium care ward.
The difference between people is like the difference between people and dogs.
Even Victor cannot truly achieve absolute fairness; he can only do his best to help the grassroots.
For instance, implenting East University’s healthcare system. If it were the capitalistic healthcare of the United States, oh, that would truly be unbearable.
In the special care ward, Casare saw Bramo lying in bed. He swiftly slid to his side like oil was under his feet, grabbed his hand, and smiled sincerely, “Mr. Bramo, you truly are a hero. I am here on behalf of Supre Leader Victor to visit you.”
Where did he learn that phrase?
Why is it like a sow wearing a bra—just one sche after another?
Directly rendering Bramo silent, he nodded slightly, his voice a bit hoarse, “I am not seriously hurt. I heard Texas has declared independence?!!”
Casare glanced at the dean and others behind him, and they imdiately understood, filing out to leave so private space.
Once only two people were left in the room, Fat Casare began to speak, “Yes.”
“That’s excellent!”
Bramo suddenly got excited and began coughing violently. Flushing red, he attempted to sit up, and Casare hurried over to help him up.
The forr tightly grasped his arm, “This is an opportunity, a chance to completely dismantle the Arican Federation!”
“Take your ti.”
“What holds 50 states and 1 district together? Patriotism? Pah! If other states find out about the benefits Texas gained from independence, they will be more determined. We need to help them, even if it ans fighting to the last Texan.”
“Capitalists have no holand. If they can no longer make money from this land, they will decisively leave. Don’t expect them to go down with Arica. If Arica loses its capital, is it still Arica? It becos Yen!”
“If capital leaves, it will lead to mass unemploynt, and Arica’s dostic security would face overwhelming threats!”
Bramo said firmly, “It will be even more intense than the eve of Roosevelt’s New Deal. There was no civil war then, yet a million people starved to death, and if you equate it to Ukraine’s famine, it could be nearly ten million. And now, with civil war, it’s even more unpredictable.”
Casare nodded in agreent.
Before coming, he attended an internal eting, where they also called in “Arican traitor” Angel Urenia and Richie Miller. The forr was the forr Chief of Staff under Clinton and is now the full ambassador for xican North Arican affairs.
Is anyone more knowledgeable about Arica than them?
They also said, “Aricans only care about imdiate benefits; there is only one Roosevelt.”
Arica at that ti did not lack food; they did, but to ensure food prices were not disrupted, farrs poured milk away and burned grain, just not giving it to the poor.
This country, Arica…
Truly belongs to capital!
“Our family is married into the family of Mr. Paul Constantine Stuart. My aunt married his brother, we are direct relatives.”
Bramo thought for a mont and played a trump card.
?????
“Aunt?”
“My grandfather’s older brother’s daughter.”
An aristocratic family!
In Casare’s mind suddenly appeared a phrase often ntioned by the boss.
Truly, rich doors pair with rich doors, bamboo doors with bamboo doors.
The influence of Arica’s noble families is no less than China’s ancient aristocracy.
Does Arica have true second generations?
So might say Hoover, but even if you let him earn tens of billions as a businessman president, he’s just a sewer player, not to ntion he can’t even show his face, only having the title of FBI Godfather.
What about Kennedy?
From a mafia family, beca president, and if his family was truly that powerful, would he have been assassinated?
A family influence that couldn’t even protect his life, what kind of top-tier second generation is that?
To say the highest tier, it’s Roosevelt for sure. His “New Deal” is essentially reform, a reform that must disrupt the vested interest holders, especially in a country like Arica, where major capitalists take turns holding power, recomnding their spokespersons.
If you want to make changes, it often ans bloodshed, but if you really dodge assassination, it’s not easy afterward. A classic example would be Obama’s healthcare reform later.
Roosevelt’s maternal grandfather, Warren Delano, who sold opium to the Northern Governnt, then climbed onto the Roosevelt Family as a white glove, essentially a money-making tool.
And another would be his uncle, Old Roosevelt, the 26th President of the United States. By relying on war against Spain, he gained command over the Pacific. During the war, he personally went to battle, and post-war, he placed so ritorious officials into the military.
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