Capítulo 1573: Chapter 728: Internal Troubles… External Threats? (Part 3)
Inside the bar, it was already a scene straight out of Hell.
Not even a final word was left behind.
Passersby nearby were stunned by this sudden catastrophe, and after a brief silence of death, there ca the sharp screams of won and the panicked shouts of n.
“Oh God! Sothing’s wrong!”
“Quick! Call an ambulance!”
“Is there anyone still inside? Go save them!”
After a brief mont of panic, so bold residents and pedestrians began to converge on the entrance of the now-ruined bar from all directions.
Fear was etched on people’s faces, but more prominent was the instinctive sympathy and urgency that arose in the face of disaster. So tried to clear away the obstructing rubble with their bare hands, while others shouted into the dark, hollow depths of the bar, hoping for a response.
“Here! There’s soone trapped under this!”
“Be careful! The structure above is unstable, it might collapse again!”
“Soone lend a hand and move this cabinet away!”
The scene was chaotic.
Just on the edge of this noisy rescue scene, several unmarked black sedans and vans drove up.
The car doors opened, revealing the investigation team that ca to capture Che Qiao and others.
The investigator’s facial muscles twitched slightly as he quickly stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the ruins, faintly visible were the crushed, disfigured corpses. At this mont, half of Che Qiao’s body had been mangled, his wide-open eyes still contained a trace of horror and disbelief before his death.
“Ha…”
The investigator let out a short laugh from his throat, sowhat like a sign of exasperation.
“Is it truly a coincidence?”
“We just caught onto a lead, and then the potential witness gets directly crushed in his lair. Even the silencing was so clean and thorough.”
The officer opened his mouth as if wanting to say sothing, but appeared tongue-tied, unsure of how to respond.
How could there be such a coincidence?
This was no accident!
The investigator took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner rage, “Seal off the scene, notify the forensic doctor and our technical team, even if we have to sift through every inch of soil here, find sothing for !”
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On the special train.
Guard Commander Rohus Mishi walked briskly into the carriage where Victor was, reporting the clues in a low voice.
Victor’s voice brimd with undisguised annoyance, “These bureaucratic tactics remain so formulaic and uninspired. The crux in resolving issues lies in addressing the individuals who raise these issues, or those who might beco problematic. It’s downright crude.”
He gestured to Casare: “Go, tell Conrad he doesn’t have much ti left. If he can’t resolve the issue within the deadline I’ve set, and cannot provide an acceptable solution and head for , then let him resign voluntarily and replace him with soone competent.”
Casare instantly straightened up, “Yes, boss!”
Victor paused and walked over to the sofa to sit down, picking up the cigar that was still burning, and took a puff.
If it really doesn’t work, I will have to personally leave the train.
Might just have to summon every notable official from the governnt of Quintana Roo aboard this special train and scrutinize them one by one.
When there are too many people, this can be quite cramped and taxing.
So matters, he couldn’t intervene initially, what is this called?
Giving face to the local!
If he had to do everything personally, then what’s the point? Eventually, it would exhaust him to death.
People, after all, face tis when energy runs low.
Just as Victor was pondering, suddenly footsteps rang out again, and Casare returned. At this mont, his plump face carried a hint of gravity.
“Boss, Arkansas, Mississippi, South Dakota simultaneously announced their return to Arica ten minutes ago.”
Victor’s hand trembled.
“Rebellion can be played in turns?!”
“Played nicely.” Victor murmured, his words hard to decipher whether they were admiring or sarcastic, “Little Bush is telling everyone Arica isn’t dead yet, that this new captain can barely patch up the leaking old ship. It’s about rallying national unity and demonstrating to us, to Bramo, and to all spectators.”
“If he is weak, people will slowly devour him, but only by being tough can he survive.”
“Boss, what about us…” Casare expressed so concern.
“No worries, he consolidates his side, we clean ours. Even if Arica temporarily glues a few states together, the internal fractures and conflicts can’t be resolved by money and slogans, sticking a band-aid won’t help with a rotten root. Still…”
“Little Bush’s move indeed disrupts the rhythm, tell those up north to raise alert, keep an eye on the U.S. Military, especially the movents of the troops near the border. Also, send a ssage to Bramo, asking him how he feels about his neighbor starting to build fences.”
“Yes!”
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anwhile, in the United States, in front of televisions in thousands of households, the public reaction was even more complex and indescribable.
In a typical East Coast leftist intellectual family’s living room, the TV broadcasted CNN’s special report.
On screen, Little Bush looked determined: “Today, Arkansas, Mississippi, South Dakota, these great states have answered the nation’s call, choosing reuniting and solidarity. This is not anyone’s failure; it is the victory of all who believe in the Arican spirit. Our Federation becos more complete and stronger because of this.”
The scene cut to Little Bush shaking hands tightly with several state representatives, faces filled with victorious smiles.
“Bang!”
A mug was slamd heavily onto the coffee table, coffee splattered out, the male host of the house, a history professor teaching at a university, “Hypocritical, they must have promised astronomical amounts of bribery, it’s a deception to the citizens of those states!”
His wife, a social activist, appeared worried: “This signifies a renewed strength of central authority, Little Bush is attempting to rebuild the overly expansive federal beast we have always opposed. What’s next? More surveillance? Stricter controls?”
Their teenage son, wearing headphones, glanced at the TV indifferently and mumbled, “Oh, they’re back? Maybe the latency in cross-state gaming servers will improve?”
He was not interested in politics, only caring about his online experience.
anwhile, in a conservative agricultural town bar in the Midwest, the atmosphere was completely different. When the TV announced the news, many n wearing work pants and baseball caps raised their beer glasses and cheered.
“Well done! President Bush!”
“This should have been done long ago, dividing the nation is treason!”
“Hope the next one is Illinois! Hang that bastard Bramo!”
“Better take back Texas and California, beat the xicans to death!” shouted a young farr, instantly igniting the whole bar.
“Cheers, co brothers, drink this cup, and let’s trouble those xican folks tonight!”
Arican farrs are indeed society’s largest source of instability. If their crops are good, they’ll buy liquor, buy tractors, buy cattle. If not, they drink themselves into a stupor, and once drunk, oh boy, they recognize no kin.
They grab their shotguns and go pew pew pew.
Moreover, they are the largest market for extremist racism.
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