Chapter 132: The Holy War to Defend Food (Add more to the alliance leader's little broken child's lollipop!) )
"It can't be." William wanted to cut off the call directly, but for the safety of the fleet commander's life, the safety of civilians in Los Angeles and the National Guard, he chose to be patient, "Mr. White, you have to understand that this is the United States, and even the president can't do whatever he wants." If I want to introduce a bill, a system, I have to get the support of Congress, and what you ask, I can tell you in no uncertain terms, is not going to pass. Mr. White, if you want a deal, you can make some relatively practical requests instead of continuing to waste our precious time. ”
"Heck, I'll admit that the weight I put on the other end of the scale wasn't heavy enough to be exciting. In this way, after this war is over, I will bring a few saints who have violated the holy law and have been sentenced to death to be handed over to you for secret study. On top of that, I can pick a few elite followers of the Holy Spirit and help you deal with some of the headaches, like, bin Laden? For example, any individual or organization that harms the interests of the U.S. federal and that you can't do for an inconvenient purpose? Bai said with a grin.
The practice of being unreasonable and not playing cards according to the routine shocked the people present, and what Bai threw was not just a vote, but also a nameless threat. A mutant who can tell the story of an army of mutants secretly transported to Los Angeles, a mutant who can appear behind the commander of the Navy fleet without triggering the alarm, can easily get rid of bin Laden, and can turn the gun on someone else.
He may not be able to harm the president, but he can threaten many people who do not have access to high-level security, and throw the political and judicial system of the U.S. federal into chaos.
If you don't agree to this crazy mutant now, maybe the many mutants in Los Angeles will tear off their elaborate camouflage and start a joyful hunt in the dark steel jungle. Even...... They may find two equally crazy countries in the Far East, the thorn in the side of the American Federation, in exchange for their cooperation on similar terms.
Everyone knows that it is impossible for humans to cooperate sincerely with mutants, but this does not prevent some people from driving tigers and wolves to achieve their own goals, nor does it prevent mutants from profiting for themselves in the process. One thing must be admitted, in today's complex international situation, mutants can always find room in certain crevices.
William finally had an expression on his face, cloudy and uncertain.
"Mr. President, I don't need Congress to pass a special bill corresponding to the Holy Family, nor do I need the U.S. Federation to provide citizenship for the Holy Family, all the Holy Races, for the time being, are citizens of the world, all I need is their temporary residency in the U.S. Federation."
Shiro's smile grew more and more mysterious, and William knew he must have something up his sleeve.
Why do you need temporary residency from the U.S. federal government? Even the U.S. Federation, which advocates freedom and democracy and opposes prejudice and discrimination, will not have many people accept intelligent creatures that feed on human beings. If you want to fight for temporary residency in the U.S. Commonwealth, but you don't need citizenship, this means that the U.S. federal government has no obligation to protect the mutants, and when the war is over, it will find an excuse to expel these mutants from the country, or more directly, cooperate with China, Russia and other powerful countries that have the strength to divide the cake, drive out the mutants, and share the interests together.
Unless, of course, William himself and the entire Congress turned out to be idiots. After all, to wage war with mutants living in the U.S. Federation, the battlefield must be on U.S. federal soil.
But there is no reason for the mutants to rule out this possibility, and if the mutants were idiots who are willing to genuinely believe that the US federal government will abide by the agreement, they should have died a long time ago.
Perhaps, these variants want to take advantage of the situation in the United States and use the international discourse power of the United States Federation to play games with China, as the representative of emerging powers, to create living space? That's too much to take for granted. Now is the information age, no longer the Cold War period of competing for military reserves, the game between the major powers is like the bite of mechanical gears, precision, order, cruelty, want to be in it and create a gap in survival, the only result is to be crushed to death when several gears bite.
"tik, tok, tik, tok~" Bai cocked Erlang's legs, the military boots on his feet shook regularly, and his lips popped out of the light onomatopoeia, reminding William Harrison that precious time was constantly passing.
The commander of the Third Fleet tidied up his military uniform, picked up the military hat on the table, put his hands on his head and straightened it, stood behind Bai and saluted William, he told William with his actions that he was ready to sacrifice for his country, and that the well-equipped attack team outside the office was on standby, and as long as the president gave him a positive look, they would attack.
William exchanged glances with the Secretary of State, got up slowly, and said solemnly: "Mr. White, the United States will be grateful to every ally who is willing to lend a helping hand in times of crisis. It's a land of freedom, and we welcome all guests who are willing to follow the laws of their country. ”
"Smack, smack, smack." Bai raised his hands above his head and applauded vigorously, "Mr. President, you are a hero of the American Federation!" ”
In Los Angeles' Chinatown, a young Chinese man in a Tang costume raised the champagne in his hand and laughed: "To William Harrison!" ”
The two figures standing behind the young man in Tang costume, one with a pair of big ears and the other with a huge Adam's apple, raised their wine glasses together and repeated in unison: "To William Harrison!" ”
Turning his head to see a pair of big-eared subordinates behind him bowing his head in contemplation, the young man in Tang costume asked happily, "What's the matter, Luo Da'er?" Do you seem worried, don't you trust your own government? ”
"I am no longer a citizen of the United States, but a citizen of the Temple, your people." Ronaldo raised his head, his fat earlobes trembled slightly, "White, the U.S. federal government will not keep its promises, and the credibility of the U.S. federal government ......"
"How can a capitalist country, a nation that made its fortune from war, a nation that slaughters its life-savers, value credibility? Inexistent. They only value interests, and as long as it is in their interests, they will definitely keep their promises, and when they are ready to tear up the agreement for the greater good, it is time to create opportunities for us. Bai in a Tang costume laughed sickly, "Here, cheers!" ”
After drinking a glass together, Bai threw the wine glass to his feet and smashed it, which is a particular practice in China: smashing the glass is the number.
"How can our food be easily spoiled by those otherworldly creatures? Click, tell the faithful followers of the Holy Spirit that the holy war to defend food is about to begin, to fight for the Holy Spirit! ”
The figure with the huge Adam's apple took two steps back, and its entire neck bulged out like an inflated balloon, expanding more than ten times, and then, after many mutations, the vocal cords vibrated at high frequency, and issued a command that only the Holy Clan could hear, spreading throughout most of Los Angeles.
Everywhere in the city, figures walked out of the dark corners, staggered the fleeing crowd, and went against the current.
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