Chapter 1794 Many people don’t want you to give up your position
It is said that when a country is about to perish, there must be monsters. No one can really tell what a real "monster" looks like, but at least the current situation must be abnormal.
For the professional politicians here, the most terrifying thing is probably that the very familiar scene suddenly becomes unrecognizable to them.
How did our country become like this? What will happen to our country in the future? If the conference room wasn't so big now and there were only a dozen people sitting there, some people would have started sobbing.
As a result, in the stiff atmosphere at the scene, the Chairman of the National Defense Committee, who was scolded into silence, suddenly felt greater pressure. It was as if all the silence present represented agreement with the vice president's words just now.
The face of the elderly top military and political officer of the country became even paler, and countless sweats broke out on his wrinkled forehead. He pointed tremblingly at Vice President Hierro, but he couldn't even speak.
In the end, it was Mr. President who interrupted the calm of the scene with his fair words in a business-like tone: "Vice President, you cannot be killed but not humiliated."
This should be a quarrel. However, the elderly Chairman of the National Defense Committee Maxel seemed to have been hit by the final blow. His face changed several times in an instant, he stretched out a hand to cover his chest, and then fell straight back. .
There was a huge chaos at the scene, and even the culprit, the Vice President, was stunned at the scene.
He was indeed crushed by the pressure of reality and began to give up on himself. This was the scene where he was extremely sarcastic towards the old chairman, but he himself never wanted to see this scene.
If I really pissed off Mr. Maxell to death, what kind of treatment would I receive in the history books? Mr. Vice President sat there blankly, completely giving up thinking.
In fact, when chaos returns to chaos, after all, only the old chairman is in trouble. If someone takes the initiative on the scene, order can be restored in half a minute at most. First aid work can also be arranged.
However, there were probably too many big shots on the scene who could make the decision. They were in chaos for nearly three minutes before someone finally realized that they should call for some off-site help. So, the secretaries who were waiting outside the conference room quickly entered the room.
Health care workers and emergency robots also began rescue work, but the effect after the first operation was not obvious. The robots immediately said that Mr. Maxell's vital signs were declining, probably due to the delay in handling the situation in time, and that they had done their best.
This statement of "not being handled in time" is really heart-wrenching. It is not singing a lullaby to the old chairman, but a slap in the face to the big shots at the scene. In other words, only robots dare to have such low emotional intelligence.
Fortunately, besides the medical robots, there were also secretaries who entered the scene. We must know that the secretaries of elected politicians are often highly skilled people. This is a fact determined by the political system.
So, one of the team of secretaries of the Presidential Palace, because Killian Shazabi's psyker took action. Then he saw the jade light exuding the breath of life shrouding the scene. The Chairman's breathing suddenly calmed down, and a little blood finally appeared on his pale face, and he even looked much healthier than before he fainted.
In this way, after a period of unknown and powerful occult methods, Mr. Chairman's life was finally restored.
Medical personnel with sufficient professional equipment arrived at the scene half an hour later. It is said that a rioting crowd appeared on the bridge between Eternal City and Hoonu Island, which caused a systematic traffic jam in the entire Eternal City.
If Kilian Sazabi, a psyker and a top student at San Siro Medical University, was not still present, the Maxell Defense Committee would definitely have become the first Minister of the Community Cabinet to fall at his post during the war, right?
As the Imperial Army gets closer and closer to the earth, everyone may feel a sense of oppression of the end of the world. Panic will drive people crazy, and public security will naturally face subversive tests.
This time it was just a systemic blockage. Next time it may be a mass zero-dollar purchase. After that, it may be a national chicken-eating contest due to the incompetence of the governing body.
Faced with this situation, as the decision-makers of the community, they should make a decision as soon as possible.
However, after such a frenzy, this so-called cabinet meeting will of course not be able to continue.
President Nishita began to comfort everyone in a very formulaic manner, saying something like the world was difficult but not desperate yet, and asked everyone to be patient for the sake of the country, and then announced the adjournment of the meeting.
Of course, before everyone left, Presidential Secretary-General Yang Mingzhao informed the President of the situation in Congress.
"Impeach me? Hahaha, including members of my own party?"
Yang Mingzhao nodded and explained very patiently: "But it is just the opinion of a few extreme people. Members need a decision from the Presidential Palace."
"Hahaha, even if I have a decision, it is not for them, but for all the people of the community." President Nishita slammed the table hard in front of the cabinet members who had not dispersed, and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, have you seen it now? This is treason, this is treason! How many of our congressmen have become the lackeys of the invaders? Fortunately, gentlemen, I am still blue. As the president of the Star Community, we must not let the free country established by Marshal Li and his ancestors fall into the hands of lackeys. As long as I am not removed, I have the obligation to make decisions for everything now. This is the authority given to me by the system! ”
"Since it's treason, the system can also allow you to enforce martial law." Someone hid in the crowd and muttered in a low voice, which immediately made everyone at the scene look at him.
President Nichita laughed, with a hint of madness in his laughter: "This is also the authority given to me by the system. Don't you think so, Brother Hierro?"
Vice President Hierro forced a forced smile and did not dare to speak, as if he had used up all the blue bars he had just given to the Chairman of the National Defense Commission.
"Mingzhao, inform Chairman Xiaona and ask him to quickly restore law and order. If we want to continue to resist the invaders, we must first not cause chaos! No matter what method is used, this must be the case!"
In short, regardless of whether his current impassioned words are pretentious or sincere, he, the head of state, has not evacuated the earth after all. He seems to still be the fearless war leader who will fight to the end. Of course, the adults in the cabinet can only So convinced.
After the meeting, President Nishita had just stepped out of the underground bunker when he received a report from Commissioner Shona from Mars. Obviously, whether it is your own secretarial team or your best friends, everyone's work efficiency is still very high. This once again made the President feel relieved.
There are not just insects around me, they must be able to do good politics.
Through a video call, the President watched with great satisfaction as the Special Service Gendarmerie, directly under the Chairman of the Council of Internal Affairs, drove out of the military barracks on the outskirts of the city in armored vehicles in mecha suits and headed towards the city.
Their mission is to restore law and order and traffic in the capital city, and if necessary, use all means to stop the evil deeds of a "small group of thugs".
Of course, is this "a small group of thugs" worthy of the rioting crowd that blocked the bridge, or is it someone else? President Nishita feels that Chairman Shona understands, and Chairman Shona should also be able to make this actual combat force Leaders understand.
In short, I would like to thank Chairman Shona and his capable secretaries. After their reorganization, at least the Secret Service and the gendarmerie stationed in the Eternal City have become the armed forces of the Presidential Palace.
Sure enough, if a man has soldiers, he must also have power. Only with military power is it logical.
Looking at these (appearing) majestic mobile troops, President Nikita felt a sense of pleasure in commanding thousands of troops, which made him feel that he was also an invincible general. What man doesn't have such a dream?
Mr. President took the direct elevator back to his presidential palace - of course, the conspicuous landmark building in the center of Eternal City. It was once the seat of the Governor-General's Palace during the empire's reign, and its architectural style is naturally full of elegant imperial palace style.
Of course, after independence, in order to demonstrate the spirit of freedom and democracy, a layer of blue and white tiles was affixed to the main building. It is said that this is the color of democracy. In addition, flowers of various colors are used to create a lighthouse shape on the lawn, which is the torch of freedom. If the imperial fleet enters the solar system, such a conspicuous building will definitely be the first target of attack.
However, Mr. Nishita did not move to a safer place. He must let everyone know that their leader is still on Earth and is still fighting side by side with everyone.
So, after getting out of the elevator, he did not enter the house immediately. Instead, he walked back to the gate of the wall, waved vigorously to the crowd of onlookers across the street, and then clenched his fists and pointed to the sky.
"Fight!" he shouted silently to the crowd.
"Long live the President!" "Long live the Blue Star Community!"
The crowd suddenly burst into cheers. At least at this time, they probably really feel that as long as Mr. President is still on Earth, they have not lost.
This sudden surge of courage and fighting spirit may be temporary, but it is better than nothing at all.
Just like that, the warrior-like President Nishita had just entered the west wing of the mansion in the private living area, and his whole temperament completely withered.
If the Vice President just now was a deflated balloon, he was like a robot whose battery had been removed. The majestic appearance he maintained on the surface was shattered to pieces, revealing a look of panic on his face.
President Keith Nicita threw his whole body on the soft sofa, closed his eyes, and hugged the tabby cat snoozing next to him, as if this way he could escape the cruel reality and enter a world. In the soft world.
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He heard the cat purring, and felt the big fluffy tail like a parachute brushing against his face, like a gentle breeze.
what to do? The more time I spend with people, the more I like cats.
As soon as the president turned away from this thought, he heard the all-too-familiar footsteps getting closer and closer to him, and the figure he had shared the bed with for thirty years sat down next to him.
"I have heard what happened at the cabinet meeting just now. In fact, Darling, you should not insult a highly respected Chairman of the National Defense Committee like this."
The president sighed with a rhythm that only he could feel, and spent a few seconds mentally building up. Then he slowly opened his eyes, and while slowly stroking the tabby cat like a godfather, he said to His wife, Melalie Grunso Nicita, who had already sat next to him, showed a well-honed business smile.
In fact, it was a wry smile used by the salesperson, which fully showed the sadness and powerlessness of a mentally and physically exhausted leader: "This is Vice President Hierro's own way!"
"But you didn't stop it. I know that you are not satisfied with the work of the National Defense Committee, but now you can't find a replacement." Mrs. Melalie said.
"Everyone is under tremendous pressure. After all, Chairman Maxel is so old and can no longer bear such heavy pressure. This is the reality of the world! However, in the National Defense Committee, there are always people who are I can take over. I trust everyone." President Nishita still maintained a bitter expression, with sadness in his eyes.
President Nishita's expression management skills are almost perfect. He has a very rich library of smiling expressions for voters, colleagues, foreign guests, and political opponents. His main focus is to be decent and elegant at all times, and occasionally There is also a hint of tough tenderness, which adds a rich sense of layering.
Then there was only a "pop" sound, which was the president's wife raising her hand and slapping her husband in the face.
Of course she didn't use any force, she wouldn't see red, blue or purple, and she couldn't even leave a little palm print, but she could definitely make Mr. Nishita feel clear pain.
The big tabby cat let out a "meow", jumped a few steps away and jumped onto the coffee table.
"Is this necessary? Is this necessary?" President Nishita covered his face and let out a loud voice that was almost like howling in loss.
"Darling, I told you that after returning home, there is no need to bring back the clothes outside. Home is a warm place and a place where all disguises should be removed." Mrs. Nishita said while stroking her hands.
"Yes, yes, I'm warm." The president nodded vigorously.
"Very good, Darling." The president's wife handed over the hand-ground coffee she had just made with a smile: "Tell us, what should we do? I will listen to you, the head of the family."
I better really be the head of the family. Mr. President sighed and took a big sip of coffee. He was sure it was his favorite taste, and his eyebrows suddenly relaxed.
Madam still loves me. The president felt that his mood and fighting spirit were recovering, and he said helplessly: "I have worked hard for the country, and I have given everything to resist the tyranny of the empire, but there is only betrayal! This president is not worthy!"
"If you give up your responsibilities now, you will become a civilian." The president's wife said thoughtfully.
The president nodded.
"The Empire is very martial, so maybe they won't intercept civilian ships."
The president continued to nod.
"We can go back to our parents' home and live the rest of our lives peacefully. Anyway, the children are with grandpa and have settled down. From now on, I will go back to teach at the university and you will open a law firm?"
The president nodded with joy, and then was slapped by his wife again.
Of course, this time the action was gentle, it was hard to tell whether it was a slap in the face or a caress, so President Nishita really didn't know whether he should be wailing or intoxicated.
"Darling, aren't you worried that the empire will draw up a list of war criminals and put you on it? They have done such a thing before."
"No, you can't be so ungrateful, right?" President Nishita's expression suddenly changed to one of horror.
"Okay, this is a little joke I made, but..." The still-charming wife of the president smiled and gave her husband a kiss. The smile on her face seemed to be plated with smelted steel:
"Darling, many people don't want you to give up your post today."