Working as a police officer in Mexico

Governor Odor O'Neill was still unwilling to fail so easily. As he was dragged down, he kept shouting, "This is unconstitutional! Unconstitutional! Unconstitutional!!"

Bramo squinted his eyes and cursed something that nobody understood. But when he pulled out a Glock from his back waist, aimed at Odor O'Neill's head, "Bang-"

"Aow!"

Several female legislators gasped at the sight but quickly covered their mouths, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

After all, for the upper class, the brutality of violence was still too shocking.

The bodyguards let go, and Odor O'Neill's body slumped down like a slug.

Bramo wiped the liquid off his face, turned his head, looked at everyone, and licked his lips. This scene instantly silenced the chamber.

Congressman Smith, who was just shouting long live, stood there with his mouth half-open. He felt that this Ramsfield descendant had changed a lot!

He didn't seem so friendly anymore.

Bramo looked at the State Speaker, the 55-year-old Asmontis naturally got down from the chair.

Bowed slightly towards him.

Was it a gesture of humility?

Bramo stepped onto the stage, grasped the table tightly with both hands, his gaze sweeping over everyone like an eagle.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Those willing to rescue the United States with me, please stand up!"

The people below look at each other...

Congressman Smith immediately jumped up, "Sir, please lead us!"

Let's see…

This is what you call eloquence.

Absolutely can't let Bramo's words fall to the ground without a response.

With just a few words, he agreed to Bramo's leadership position and acknowledged his view of liberating the United States.

Two birds with one stone!

Actually, the most important thing is…

What else can be done?

You've made your choice, now you have to complete it even if on your knees, right?

Once he stood up, those following quickly stood up to express their support for Bramo.

The scene was like this…

The cheers were continuous, as if they witnessed the birth of a Savior Christ.

May 13, 1993.

Another piece of news delivered a heavy blow to the already faltering America.

Illinois declared independence, electing Bramo Ramsfield as the first President of the Republic!

The first order was to demand all U.S. military within the state lay down their weapons and surrender, allowing them to leave, otherwise allowing local residents to shoot them!

The second order was: to restore Ramsfield's honor, stating he had never betrayed America and that all accusations were slanders from The Pentagon and the White House.

Why hasn't Carter emerged?

He's been imprisoned by them!

They were carrying out their sneaky acts in Carter's name, which the noble Mr. Carter was completely unaware of!

So, Illinois claimed under the pretext of: eliminating traitors and vile mandarins around President Carter!

"We are saving the orthodox United States!"

Bramo's roaring photo instantly spread across the world.

Paul Constantine Stuart tossed aside the newspaper and jealously said to the Minister of Internal Affairs, Yude Wallace, and his brother Lawrence, "Young people like to create chaos, now they're talking about eliminating traitors and vile characters around President Carter!"

"What ostentatious nonsense!"

Mainly it was jealousy…

Why hadn't he thought of this idea?

Otherwise, he could have seized public opinion, haven't you seen how the media is now referring to him?

The Napoleon of America!

The Washington of the new era!

The greatest person since Roosevelt!

Pah!

His Texas Republic was the first to rise, and yet all these things were given to a young junior.

It's strange if Paul Constantine Stuart could feel happy.

Some people just have such narrow minds.

Even at work, there are some like this, otherwise, they wouldn't feed sows' feed to colleagues, causing many to weigh over 200+ pounds.

Lawrence sighed inwardly. Compared to his brother, he was more content and opposed to such direct separation from America.

He hoped for a gentler approach.

But the other party was eager to bear the title of "President."

Having agreed on a collaboration with Bramo, yet now feeling envious of him…

It really was hard to talk sense.

Lawrence reminded, "As per the agreement, we must immediately follow up with support for him and reach strategic alignment."

Paul's mouth moved slightly…

Lawrence's face changed, grabbing his brother's wrist, "Brother, there can't be any changes in this matter. Bramo has a good relationship with Mexico Victor, and backing out now would be a slap in his face."

The brothers, born of the same mother, knew each other's intentions just by the little twitches.

Lawrence just couldn't believe his brother actually wanted to pull something in this matter.

Is Victor from next door a good person?

You tell me!

You told me!

What's the difference between Victor and XTL?

Do you want to provoke him?

Though unknown how many eyes Jesus had, they certainly knew how many Victor had!

Sure enough, upon hearing the name "Victor," President Paul Constantine Stuart's face changed, fear flickering in his eyes...

"I... I was just thinking, is all?"

His speech trembled slightly, looking at his younger brother, then suddenly becoming embarrassed with anger, "Can't I even think about it? I am now the President of the Texas Republic."

He didn't know why he was venting this complaint.

"You handle this matter, liaise with the Illinois Republic."

Saying this, he stormed off, stepping on the newspaper with Bramo's face as he left.