My American magical life
Chapter 1127: 144 Why a Republic!_4

Chapter 1127: Chapter 144 Why a Republic!_4

Once again, he began to evade, the backlash of supreme power was so terrifying, the Great Commander was afraid once more.

However, this time, he had no right to hide!

“No, I said—the Great Commander needs me to tell him the truth.”

Hutter would not yield an inch.

The Minister of Justice seemed to understand, or perhaps not intending to forcefully intervene any further, he took a slight step back and let out a heavy and weary sigh.

“Sir, I understand you, but compromise cannot be the path to victory!”

With that said, Hutter carried his briefcase, pushed open the door to the small meeting room, and walked towards the famous Oval Office.

The Great Commander’s personal secretary saw him, looking as if facing a formidable foe, but still opened the office door for Hutter.

Distance, 0 meters.

Entering the office from the northwest corner door, Hutter found the Great Commander sitting on the sofa instructing team members to help him network.

“Just use ‘fool,’ Nanxi is a big fool, and, add ‘murderer,’ right.”

Noticing Hutter’s arrival, the Great Commander looked towards the intruding director.

“You’ve given me a big problem, tell me, Hutter, what do you really want?”

Deputy Director Hutter didn’t answer directly but instead opened the small briefcase.

The security personnel of the White House were too lax about the deputy director of the investigation bureau, they hadn’t even checked what was in this briefcase.

Security (huh?): Director Hutter said that it contains investigation materials, top secret…

Inside the box was a portable frequency jammer, Hutter opened this strange yet compact special machine under the astonished eyes of the White House staff.

“Sir, right now we don’t have to worry about being recorded, and also, these staff need to leave.”

The Great Commander admired Hutter’s professional expertise, truly deserving of being from the investigation bureau, having done so much of the unscrupulous act of wiretapping, so professional.

However, how could he let the staff around him leave?

He stayed here because the afternoon event invited Vietnam War disabled veterans to attend, if he bailed on such an event, he’d be slammed by everyone.

But….. faced with Hutter’s fatal direct pitch, the Great Commander, who couldn’t run away due to the schedule, came up with a cunning trick.

Arranging for the staff to accompany him in the Oval Office at all times, when Hutter tried to drive them away under the pretext of confidentiality, he would uphold the ‘dignity’ of the staff, asking Hutter not to be aggressive.

If Hutter really intended to say something inappropriate in front of everyone, he could use the reverse logic of ‘violating confidentiality agreements’ to counter Hutter.

So, facing Hutter’s request, the Great Commander just said.

“It’s okay, I trust everyone here.”

Saying this, he also glanced at the small briefcase Hutter brought.

This thing is quite small, if he had one, many things could be a lot easier.

“Sir, this is not a matter of trust, you don’t need to beat around the bush, please let them leave!”

Director Hutter was directly ordering the American Great Commander—what a highlight of his life.

The Great Commander’s anger flared up almost instantly, but he still suppressed it, signaling his shield-bearers to leave.

Sly trick?

Useless!

Director Hutter, charging forward!

This is also the Republic!

“Alright, now can you talk about what the investigation has revealed?”

Hutter was part of the Deep State composed of the Establishment Faction of the Republican Party, the Great Commander understood this.

And Hutter’s earth-shattering, self-destructive ‘report’ today corresponds to certain people within the Elephant Party Establishment wanting to push the Great Commander to take action.

Why did the Great Commander obediently listen to Hutter and make his people retreat?

Because he knew that the tacit understanding he had painstakingly established with the Establishment Faction created the most comfortable situation since he took office, and it was not yet time to break it.

He had the supreme power, but he didn’t have the courage to use it arbitrarily, not daring to use it outwardly, nor daring to use it inwardly.

This is very much the Republic.

“Niusen’s younger brother, Will, conducted special secret activities in Nigeria before the assassination of the Nigerian ambassador, he might have played a special liaison role!”

A terrifying lid was lifted, the script previously outlined was heading towards its grandest interpretation.

The Great Commander leaned back on the sofa, studying the chandelier on the office ceiling.

So dazzling.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, he wasn’t the American Great Commander.

He was just a helpless old man in his seventies.