Chapter 1042: Reminder and attack

The room was very quiet, and every gentleman was thinking about the future direction and trend of this country, and even the world.

War, or peace?

In fact, this question wasn't complicated, and it also had its own answer, which was what peace and war could bring to the Federation and to them.

Benefits, or bad ones.

The Speaker of the House shifted his buttocks. He turned his head to look at Senator Cleveland. "Jeffrey, what direction do you think we should go in?"

"War, or peace?"

Senator Cleveland pursed his lips. "War or peace actually doesn't make much difference to us. The key lies in our value and status in this negotiation."

"Whether it's Slade or Dantra, they have a large number of cities destroyed, and their industry and all aspects have been hit hard."

"Especially Dantra, we can completely use our privilege as a victorious country to dismantle their industry to reduce their production capacity, and turn them into a dumping ground for federal goods in the next five to ten years."

Other gentlemen nodded one after another. If they could sign an unequal ceasefire clause with the Dantras, for example, the Dantra Republic would cancel tariffs and import and export restrictions on the Federation.

Then a large amount of cheap industrial goods produced by the Federation could firmly dominate the entire Dantra Republic market when their industry was hit hard.

The profits that could be brought by occupying the market here were very high. They didn't even need to calculate clearly to know the huge benefits contained within.

"Besides that, we can also demand to station troops in the Dantra Republic, or... do some other things, just like what Lanse did in Lapa."

"And it's not just Lapa. His strange practices gave me a lot of thinking. We can also station troops in Slade, with the reason of continuing to protect them from the armed attacks of the Dantras."

"We can also station troops in more countries and demand that the local government pay military expenses for our troops."

"This way we can also save a sum of military expenditure."

"So just as I said just now, I don't care much about whether this war will usher in peace or continue to fight. I only care about the interests of the Federation."

"The interests of the country!"

He paused. "Some time ago, people from the second largest party in Dantra found me..." He took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. "They wanted to use impeaching the president as a condition to sign a joint statement with us to end this war. I refused."

"This doesn't conform to our interests. We have fought for more than two years, invested so much manpower and material resources, and there might be hundreds of thousands of casualties on that land."

"They just want to hand over a president to end all this. This is something I don't allow and don't want to see, so I refused."

"After that time, they haven't contacted any of you until now. Perhaps they feel my appetite is relatively large, so I want to ask, have they contacted any of you?"

The gentlemen in the room looked at each other, and finally all shook their heads, indicating that no one had contacted them.

Senator Cleveland fell into deep thought. After about seven or eight seconds, he said while flicking the ash, "They very likely turned to contact the Slades after not getting what they wanted from me. After all, in terms of ceasefire and development after the ceasefire, they are a group, while we are their enemies."

Enemies, friends, allies, the transformation of these relationships was fast and complex. Maybe everyone was an ally a minute ago, but the next second, they became two sides with interest differences.

Another senator said, "I agree with Jeffrey's point of view. Now the most important thing isn't whether the future is war or peace, but first not letting Slade and Dantra reach an agreement."

The Slades had long been very dissatisfied with the Federation gaining the initiative between the alliances, feeling that we took away their status and plundered the interests that originally belonged to them.

Now that there was such an opportunity, both satisfying the Slades' demands for interest distribution after the war ended and letting the Dantras avoid being bitten hard by the Federation, they might have already started considering how to announce the final result of the end of this war to the outside world!

Senator Cleveland nodded slightly. "In fact, the Dantra president is unwilling to stop the war, because once the war stops, he will become a sinner and will be sent to the trial bench."

"Whether it's Slade or Dantra, the result of pushing this matter to the end is that someone has to stand up and bear everything, and then quickly shut up."

"We might be able to start from here to destroy their peace talks."

"If the second largest party that advocates negotiating with the Slades and the president's struggle becomes white-hot, the president uses the privileges in his hands..."

"Perhaps things will have some changes."

"A president who has lost everything and can only move forward, and a warrior who defeats the devil, all this can draw a perfect period for this war."

Senator Cleveland said very firmly. "I will arrange this matter..."

In the evening, the president of the Dantra Republic received a letter with the words "President to open personally" written on it.

The envelope had no starting point and no destination. According to the guard, he put it on the table at the guard post when he turned his head. He didn't know who put it there, and no one saw anyone send it over.

It said to be opened by the president personally, so he didn't dare to be negligent and sent it in.

"Have you checked it?" The president had been in this exhausted state for a while, with a feeling of being powerless.

His chief of staff nodded and handed the envelope over. "It has been checked. No powder, no toxins detected. There is only a letter inside."

"But don't worry, I can ensure that except for the person who wrote the letter, no second person has seen it so far."

The president nodded and took out the letter that had already been opened. Of course, for safety, he still put on gloves.

There wasn't much content written on this letter paper, only a few relatively short sentences.

"Respected President:"

"People from the second largest party have already contacted the Federation and the Slades. They intend to use you as a bargaining chip to stop this war."

"Please prepare early to avoid suicide rumors spreading."

"An ordinary person who cares about your health!"

After reading it, the president's face became even worse. Under the pressure of domestic financial groups and political families, he had to choose a temporary ceasefire.

He also knew that some people were running around for the complete end of the war, but he didn't expect that these people had already contacted the Slades and the federal people.

Whether they would sell out his interests, and to what extent they would sell them out, he didn't know, and the letter didn't write it, but as a country's president, a leader, a ruler.

He was actually very clear about this point.

If they couldn't do things to the extreme, they definitely wouldn't do it.

Thinking of this, a hateful expression appeared on his face. Then he handed the letter to the chief of staff. After the latter took it, he soon finished reading it, and then his expression was unusually solemn.

"I knew they contacted the Slades, but I didn't expect them to contact the federal people too."

The president bit his fingernail. "They don't intend to let me live, if my death is helpful to their ceasefire plan."

The chief of staff also felt a burst of despair. Now many financial groups and families didn't stand on their side; they had already lost a considerable number of supporters.

At this time, if the people of the second largest party really stood up and clearly opposed him, or even tried him, or sent him to Slade and the Federation to accept trial, he very likely wouldn't be able to return alive.

He knew deeply the character of those people behind him. They wouldn't allow a family that might harm them one day in the future to continue to exist.

The family behind the president might be uprooted.

"Can't wait like this, we must grasp the initiative."

He couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and walked back and forth. He was still somewhat hesitant.

As president, the Dantra constitution and laws also gave him great power. Financial groups and families didn't support him now, but he could still control a considerable part of the army.

If it was said to be desperate, he was still the man at the peak of the country's power, none other.

But a prerequisite was that he could be desperate and act regardless of the consequences.

Once he thought about his family, family, and consequences, he would be tied up by these things. This might be the reason why those people blatantly contacted the Slades and the federal people.

They weren't afraid of the president messing around at all.

Of course, they guessed it completely right. The president indeed didn't dare to mess around, at least he didn't dare to mess around yet.

People were all like this. When they weren't forced into a desperate situation, they would always think about whether they still had a chance to turn over, and thus slide into the abyss bit by bit.

He was still hesitating at this time.

Until very late, he was working while dealing with these things. It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the evening that he finished today's work.

Usually he would sleep in the presidential palace. He didn't like the atmosphere here, which made him feel cold. Since the war failure, no one dared to disturb him at night.

This also led to the entire presidential palace, except for those patrolling people and himself, having no other people who could approach him at night.

The presidential palace was large. If a house was large, it would appear empty, and an empty and pitch-black space could always inexplicably sprout real fear in people's hearts.

He didn't like it here; he wanted to go home.

And it wasn't that safe here either. Those patrolling bodyguards, security personnel, who knew whether there were those people behind them who intended to use him as a bargaining chip to trade?

If there were, he was equivalent to living under other people's surveillance and control. He was the president; he didn't like this feeling, so he wanted to go back.

Go back to his manor to rest. Those on that side were his people, people arranged by the family, absolutely reliable, no need to worry about whether those people would be disadvantageous to him after he fell asleep.

He could sleep in the manor, could have a good sleep. Now what he needed was rest and calm thinking.

Soon, he arrived outside the presidential palace and sat into the car.

The presidential motorcade had three cars in total, and he sat in the middle one. The three cars drove out of the presidential palace and drove toward the suburbs.

The road was very quiet. The Dantra capital was originally very lively, but in the past two years, it had become quieter and quieter. After six or seven o'clock in the evening, there was no one on the street.

Only places like nightclubs, strip clubs, or bars could see many people gathering.

But in other places, basically no one was strolling anymore.

A large number of soldiers, that is, young people, were sent to the front line and died on the front line. Every country was bearing huge pain and pressure.

These things wouldn't be expressed when the war was good, just like the Federation at this time. The federal people were immersed in the joy of economic take-off and increased income.

Only those who failed in the war, after the fanaticism faded, would the pain that could pierce the soul strike.

The dark night outside the window blocked the depression on the road. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why the president chose to leave the presidential palace at night. He didn't want to see these, nor did he want to see the surging emotions that didn't know how to describe in the eyes of those people watching his motorcade on the roadside.

Seeing that the motorcade was about to enter the suburbs, suddenly several cars rushed out from the surroundings and launched an attack on the car the president was riding in.

The sound of gunfire tore through the silence of the night sky in an instant. After the president was stunned for about half a second, he was asked by the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat to lie down.

This car was a bulletproof car, but the bodyguard was still worried that they had a way to harm the president in the car.

At this moment, the president's heartbeat started to accelerate uncontrollably, and the slight dizziness brought by the accelerated heartbeat made his whole person seem somewhat chaotic.

Finally, fear made him wake up. At this moment, he seemed incomparably calm, rational, and clear.

He lay at the lowest point, feeling the impact of the vehicle being collided and impacted.

Feeling the small vibration caused by those bullets hitting the car door and shattering the car glass.

The duration of the gunfight wasn't long, maybe only three or four minutes. These gunmen and assassins withdrew immediately after seeing they couldn't effectively kill the president.

Three cars, crookedly moving toward the manor. The manor side heard the gunfire and also sent people to welcome them.

After nearly twenty minutes, the police chief appeared in front of the president, his face full of sweat.

The president sat there looking at him, not saying a word. The dull atmosphere was about to make him faint.

After a long while, he said, "Until now, I was attacked, twenty-seven minutes passed, and you and your people arrived here."

"I really want to know what you did in the twenty minutes before this."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1043 =====