Chapter 617 Glory
Inside the Capitol, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed as if the air could be condensed into substance, and the impeachment resolution turned into the ferocious faces of congressmen arguing.
Although none of the three were present, the decision was still hanging over the heads of Brandon, Trafalgar and Miller like a guillotine about to fall.
Multiple accusations involving abuse of power, misappropriation of resources and serious violations of democratic procedures were like bombshells, instantly involving them in an unprecedented political whirlpool. The documents of those accusations piled up like a mountain, and each page seemed to be telling a story. The darkness and corruption at the core of federal power put them in a desperate situation, besieged on all sides.
But things didn't progress that smoothly.
Although the leaders of the two parties have united all the forces that can be united, the layout of Brandon and Miller over the years is not in vain.
At the last moment when the leaders of the two parties thought that the impeachment was "nine out of the blue", the "lurkers" among the House of Representatives and the Bill Review Committee finally showed up.
Originally, the leaders of the two parties believed that they could pass impeachment and arrest quickly, but they reached a deadlock because of the emergence of these opponents, because if the impeachment failed to start voting rashly, they would lose the initiative.
Seeing the chaos in the hall of the House of Representatives as members from both sides argued, the two party leaders looked at each other and saw the deep worry in each other's eyes.
Brandon, the president who once made many grand visions in front of the federal people with high spirits and eloquent words, now stood alone in front of the wide viewing window of the Presidential Palace.
Outside the window, you can see the bustling but turbulent capital city. The flashing neon lights are intertwined with the looming uneasy atmosphere in the streets and alleys.
Although the 'chess pieces' he and Defense Secretary Miller had laid out in advance were trying every means to delay time, Brandon knew that if this problem could not be solved once and for all, the impeachment deliberations taking place now would most likely change in the future. for 'daily'.
In the President's Office, lights that automatically dimmed according to the intensity of sunlight shone on everyone's faces, outlining solemn outlines.
Those who can stand here at this point in time are all his party members and supporters who are loyal to him and are like dead soldiers.
"Have you contacted Marshal Trafalgar?" he asked.
"Sorry, your Excellency the Marshal President and his fleet have entered combat silence before 12 natural hours. We can only wait until the end of the battle to contact them."
The Director of the President's Office quickly glanced at the people around him who were bowing their heads in silence, and continued after a moment of hesitation:
"With all due respect, Your Excellency, even if we can contact the Marshal right now, he will not be able to get back in time."
"Damn it, it happened at this time. Did they really plan it?"
The word "Chuan" between Brandon's eyebrows squeezed deeper. He turned his head to look at the officers standing in the office and asked:
"Where's Secretary Miller?"
"The minister is currently staying at the Ministry of National Defense building. He has previously discovered that some army generals have too much contact with those congressmen. He is worried that the other party will jump over the wall in a hurry, so he stays at the Ministry of National Defense building to stabilize the morale of the military." An officer said.
Another officer also spoke at this moment: "Your Excellency, should we notify the Capital Guard District Headquarters in advance so that they can be more alert?"
"Yes." Brandon nodded, "At the same time, let the Presidential Secret Service enter combat status."
There was a trace of determination and unwillingness in his eyes, as if at this moment, this member who had always appeared to be the 'weakest' among the 'Iron Triangle' had secretly made an oath in his heart to fight against the odds.
"Your Excellency, the impeachment in Congress is coming fiercely, and these two old foxes, Elaine King and Thomas White, will never give up. How should we respond now? If the delay is too long, will the other party try some risky behavior?"
A military liaison officer who remained in the president's office suddenly spoke, with a hint of undisguised worry in his voice. Brandon slowly turned around. His eyes were like a torch, and he slowly swept across everyone's faces. His eyes seemed to contain endless strength and determination, and his tone was low but as shocking as a bell:
"Elaine King and Thomas White. They are trying to push us into a corner and make us criminals in the history of the Federation! But we must not sit still and wait for death. The current situation is the result of our hard work for many years. We must not fall into the hands of those who just want to We must rise up and protect everything we have built, even if it costs us everything!”
Everyone present was frightened, and they suddenly realized that this time the impeachment of the leaders of the two parties seemed to have pushed the federal president to another extreme, and it was an extreme that once he went to, there was no turning back.
On the other side, Brandon's speech continued.
"I know that you all have concerns and worry that if you continue to follow me, when the impeachment case officially takes effect, you will also be affected because of my reasons. I understand this idea very well, so if anyone wants to withdraw, do it now You can leave this office, I will never stop you, and I will never blame anyone.”
Brandon raised his finger and pointed at the door of the President's Office. Others present were also confused at this moment. They didn't know whether they should continue with Brandon.
What if the president, who is cornered, does something even crazier later?
What if even Marshal Trafalgar, who holds military power, is unable to turn the tide, and the 'Iron Triangle' finally steps down due to impeachment or is even arrested, what should they do?
But not everyone is willing to be the leader at this moment, and humans are also a race with a very serious 'herd effect'. After discovering that no one else is leaving, even those who want to leave will choose to stay.
At the last moment, the new Secretary of State who was closest to the door slowly walked towards the door under everyone's gaze.
Then he locked the door to the office.
"Your Excellency, we are willing to follow your lead."
Seeing this scene, Brandon felt a lot more stable. After he composed himself, he said in a deep voice:
"Thank you everyone. Although I can't promise you anything, I can tell you that the night before dawn is indeed very long, but the glory after dawn will last for a long time. And I, Brandon, will never enjoy this glory alone. , even if it fails in the end, I will not let you bear this crime!”
After hearing these words, everyone present took a deep breath almost at the same time, and then puffed up their chests, as if they were silently swearing by Brandon's words. The atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely solemn, and a feeling of sharing the same hatred with the enemy and despising death quickly spread in this small space.
The officer with the highest rank and responsibility present finally took a step forward.
After paying a straight military salute to Brandon, he said in a loud voice:
"Please give the order, Your Excellency the President!"
Brandon looked around at everyone, nodded, and said:
"Although I can't contact Marshal Trafalgar now, and Secretary Miller must be stationed at the Department of Defense and cannot support him, I will not sit still and wait for death."
Brandon looked at the President's Chief of Staff, who immediately raised his head after noticing his gaze.
"Prepare a public speech as quickly as possible. I authorize you to use all the channels we control. You don't need to worry about other galaxies. But the capital galaxy, especially the main star and the special zone, must achieve maximum coverage and dissemination!
After the public speech, I will issue martial law in the capital as president and order the capital security command to assemble troops. The presidential palace will immediately enter defense mode, and all personnel will move to the underground fortress and set up a temporary command headquarters.
Finally, go notify Mrs. Paris and her gang of 'male favorites'. We have protected them for so long under the raids of other companies, and now it is time for them to help. ”
(End of chapter)