Working as a police officer in Mexico

Border between the United States and the Illinois Republic.

1:20 AM.

The silence was terrifying, and the strange birds chirping "chirp chirp" in the grass made one's heart feel uneasy.

The newly appointed Director of Internal Affairs, Joseph Anthony, was smoking a cigarette, the ember flickering in the dark. The cigarette was not even half-finished when he took another one from his pocket to continue.

"Smoke less; smoking too much can cause impotence." Bramo yawned as he got out of the car, his eyelids barely open.

Joseph Anthony smiled politely, a dry smile across his face, obediently tucking the cigarette behind his ear. Bramo glanced at his watch, his brow slightly furrowed, "Could the time be wrong?"

"The time given by the domestic side is today, it won't be wrong."

Joseph Anthony had been reassigned from within Mexico, and although the local Illinois faction seemed to show great "respect" to Bramo, it was clear to everyone that this was just an "investment," and the two sides were not essentially aligned.

He could only seek help from his brother-in-law.

A complete team has been arranged for you!

You don't even need to worry too much, what's this called? Backed by a mountain, you're set to make a fortune.

"They're coming! They're coming!"

Just then, a soldier in uniform came running over and, just as he finished speaking, a beam of high beams could be seen shining from a distance.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Bramo's eyes lit up as he walked forward.

He saw three vehicles on the national road, two black sedans sandwiching an ambulance.

As Bramo walked up, he coughed and tidied his clothes, like a... believer going to meet an idol.

When the ambulance door opened, Carter walked out supported by his wife. He hurriedly went up to help, slightly bowing, "Sir."

Seeing Carter like that, a phrase suddenly came to mind: weathered and aged.

Seemed like his vitality was drained...

"You've worked hard." Carter slightly raised his eyelids, trying to muster his energy, patted his hand, and forced a difficult smile, "We haven't seen each other in a long time, probably ten years?"

Bramo's nose tingled, tears flowed like a flood bursting out.

"Those bastards in Washington, they deserve to be struck by lightning, how can they treat you like this? Bastards, all of them!"

"Sir!"

"Rest assured, I will get justice for you!"

Bramo shouted with "sincere emotions," but Joseph Anthony, behind him, blushed. Talk is fine, but can you not talk nonsense? It was very awkward behind him.

Could hardly bear to expose him, is Bramo any good?

Managing to pull Carter out of Washington, wasn't it all for his own reputation?

In the constitution, Carter is still legitimate!

Bramo has become more mature, these tears flow at will, emotions erupt at will.

Joseph Anthony couldn't help but sigh, "They're all actors."

After the two conversed for a long time, seeing Carter visibly fatigued, Bramo shut up, warmly saying, "Here, consider yourself at home, rest assured, no one can harm you as long as I live."

Carter smiled and nodded.

Refusing Bramo's invitation to another vehicle, he returned to the ambulance, put on the respirator again, and looked at the car roof absentmindedly, his gaunt chest rising and falling rapidly.

He said in a voice only he could hear, "Grown up, grown up..."

Rosaline bowed her head, "What did you say, Jimmy?"

The army escorted the convoy toward Springfield, as for why not use aircraft, the U.S. Military and Russian Army exclusively targeted civilian aviation...

Even a vulture flying in the sky could be shot down.

May 25, 1993.

Springfield City Hall.

The Illinois Republic held a news conference, everyone thought it was just an ordinary gathering.

At most, scold The Pentagon and the White House.

But who knew, just as everyone was yawning and about to doze off, Bramo pushed out a wheelchair, and Carter sat in it!

"Ah? Ah!? Ah!"

Everyone jumped in shock.

Then stood up incredulously in succession.

Carter, missing for so long, actually appeared in the Illinois Republic?

Reporters already sensed the "explosive news" in the air.

"Gentlemen, please be quiet, Mr. Carter has something to say next," Bramo gently tapped the microphone.

No need for him to say anymore, everyone opened their eyes, never this attentive even while studying.

He swears!

Even more patient than when in love.

Carter's heavy breathing was broadcast widely through the microphone, his dull gaze gradually glowing, taking a deep breath.

"I, as the duly elected President of the United States of America, urgently accuse you with utmost urgency today."

"I solemnly declare: At this moment, a conspiracy against American democracy, freedom, and sovereignty is underway. I was unlawfully detained at the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, and the schemers at The Pentagon are attempting to destroy the foundation we cherish through constitutional subversion, inciting violence, among other means.

This is an unprecedented coup d'état."

"Those detaining me seek to sever my ties with the people, military, and government to paralyze the nation's legitimate leadership system. Their goal is not against me personally, but against the will of all American citizens—your votes, your rights, your pursuit of freedom, are being trampled by a small number of people using violence and lies. If their conspiracy succeeds, America's beacon of democracy will extinguish, to the cheer of despots worldwide.