My American magical life
Chapter 1125: 144: Why Republic!_2

Chapter 1125: Chapter 144: Why Republic!_2

Now, with the change in position, he gradually realizes, it’s not that the current Great Commander is incapable, but rather the current situation doesn’t allow the Great Commander to succeed.

America, which could let old Fak unite and dominate the world, ultimately does not exist anymore.

Mr. Great Commander, can you become the one to save America?

Or, can you seize the opportunity we’ve given you?

Glancing slightly upward through the car window, Hutter sees the Jefferson Memorial in the distance.

Sitting in the car, Hutter can only vaguely see its dome through the bridge’s railing.

It’s a beautiful white marble domed building, ordered to be built by the once most legendary wheelchair-bound Great Commander of the Democratic Party.

In Washington D.C., these great leaders of America have left so many of their marks.

As the founder of the Democratic Republican Party, being one of the Fathers of the Country, Jefferson’s greatest achievement was actually unrelated to shaping America’s party structure but was drafting the Declaration of Independence.

To be precise, it was in the process of writing the Declaration of Independence that he embedded the underlying code for America to inherit the manifest destiny.

‘All men are created equal.’

‘Men are endowed with certain inalienable rights by their Creator.’

The underlying code written by Jefferson profoundly influenced the drafting of America’s Constitution, a modern country with no king or aristocracy, where all men are born equal, enjoying natural rights without gratitude for benevolence, gradually emerged after him.

(The Hellish part is, Jefferson emphasized that men referred to whites, and was unrelated to slaves. This guy supported slavery.)

An America that’s increasingly ruined by the Democratic Party’s agenda is not what Hutter likes, it never was, which is also why he became Achilles, the target of total wooing.

America doesn’t lack patriots, no matter how fallen a country is, but compared to those whose patriotism is rooted in populism and spiritual reliance, Hutter’s patriotism is more realistic.

Sometimes, Hutter feels it’s fate that brought him together with the young leaders of the Republican Party.

God bestowed upon him an extraordinary destiny, giving him the opportunity to achieve wealth growth, ideal realization, mission fulfillment, pursuit of personal interests, and preference for beliefs within faith, coincidentally aligning together.

The car suddenly stopped, breaking Hutter’s reverie.

“Hmm? Someone’s blocking me again?”

The Deputy Director was puzzled, today, his opponents seemed to react too fast.

It has to be said, this is very un-American!

The three Cadillacs stopped at a very awkward spot, two mounted police stopped them at the entrance of the Fourteenth Street Bridge, leaving a long line of unlucky cars blocked behind.

“Sir, sorry, I’ve received orders to inspect you all.”

A mounted policeman got off the motorcycle, knocking on the window of the first Cadillac.

The other vehicles blocked behind were honking in dissatisfaction, while Hutter seated in his position, hung up once more on someone trying to contact him.

Hanging up wasn’t enough, he even directly turned off the phone.

Communication between the mounted police and Hutter’s men wasn’t pleasant, obviously, for these officers, the Investigation Bureau’s elites were reluctant to give face.

In the power game, Hutter was a minor role unable to decide his own fate, but on the streets of real America, his car was already at a level no one dared to stop.

Deputy Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, who would dare to gamble whether his gun has bullets?

“Director, his superior wants to talk to you on the phone.” The man in the front car reported via walkie-talkie.

“Let him come over.” Hutter curled his lips.

This isn’t the airport entrance, just five kilometers away from the White House, if his car moves recklessly, it might directly trigger the security system surrounding America’s power center.

With the support of Achilles and the multiple factions of the Republican Party, Hutter could be a bit wild, but not too wild.

After all, he’s here to do business, not to stir up trouble.

“Hutter, it’s me, Andrew, a Senator from the Democratic Party called me, sorry, buddy.”

Washington D.C.’s leading police officer got straight to the point, everyone was mixing in America, Andrew believed Hutter can understand his dilemma.

“Do you want to shoot me for him?”

Upon hearing an old acquaintance’s voice, the Deputy Director actually has the mood to joke.

Everyone’s an old bureaucrat, who doesn’t know whom?

Agreed!

This, too, is part of the republic, bureaucrats’ demands should be heard, shouldn’t they?

“Damn it, what are you talking about, I’m just blocking you.”

Andrew only sent two mounted police to block, this is the ultimate form of fooling.

Was it blocked?

Consider it blocked!

“Two minutes, any longer and I won’t be your friend.”

Hutter indicated that he was a bit anxious.

“Five minutes, I’ll give you two good bottles of wine, gifted by an Argentine fool, ’77 Nante red wine, how about it?”

The old bureaucrats initiated the shameful barter, but right now, Hutter’s focus isn’t on wine.

“Alright, who is that Senator?”

Andrew hesitated for a moment, then answered.

“Lady Senator, West Coast African-American lady Senator, I can’t say any more, damn, our call won’t be recorded, will it?”

Hutter curled his lips, I’m the Deputy Director of the Bureau, definitely monitored, need to ask?

Idiot!

“Rest assured, at this intensity in Forbes’s evidence database, if not a million, there are at least a hundred thousand.”

Andrew paused speechlessly, cursing.