Chapter 1201: Brief Confrontation and New Director

New Jincheng in February is full of snow piles like mountains everywhere. This year, there was another big blizzard. Of course, this is from the perspective of Lanse as a "person who has come over."

In fact, such heavy snow and blizzards are very common in this era. On the contrary, later, with the development of the world, the development of technology, and the progress of industry, people may see less and less such heavy snow.

Then marvel at a certain heavy snow, this is the biggest snow in decades.

He remembers when he was a child, every winter there would be goose-feather heavy snow. Many people don't know what goose-feather heavy snow is.

In fact, this is a very vivid description, that is, every snowflake is as big as a child's palm, or even bigger, falling piece by piece, and the world was dyed white in a very short time.

Later, there was less snow, or it didn't snow, and occasionally it snowed a little, which was enough to make people marvel at the coldness of the weather and the size of the snow.

But in this era, such heavy snow will happen every year, and people will not feel surprised or unable to accept it.

Today, outside the Capitol Building, it is very lively. Many vehicles have gathered. Early in the morning, the police of the New Jincheng Police Station cooperated with the city sanitation company to clear the heavy snow outside the Capitol Building once.

After six o'clock in the morning, a group of police officers came over to shovel snow while rubbing their hands, which was indeed a bit difficult for them.

When Senator Cleveland's vehicle arrived here, the ground within one hundred meters near the Capitol Building could no longer see any snow accumulation.

"Morning, Jeffrey!", someone greeted him, and he also greeted others very friendly.

Today is the first meeting after the change of Senate seats after the new president took office. In addition to adapting to their new positions, they also have to adapt to some new colleagues.

Social Party people obviously gathered here waiting for Senator Cleveland. They carried briefcases, or were empty-handed, gathered together, and their eyes were locked on another group of people.

Not far from them, there was also a group of people surrounding the Federal Vice President who got out of the car. Of course, he was also the Federal Senate President. Their faces were all satisfied smiles after pursuing power!

Who would have thought that the Liberal Party still had the opportunity to take power back from the Social Party.

During this period of time, the title of "traitor," which had disappeared for a long time, was shouted again.

They regarded the Social Party as traitors. After all, the Social Party split from the Liberal Party. Compared with the former opponent, the Federal Party, they now hate these Social Party people more.

Senator Cleveland and them were looking at the other side, and those people were also staring at them.

There was no communication between the two sides, just paying attention to each other, and started to go up the stairs in the posture of two groups.

A reporter took a picture of this scene. He felt that this might become a very classic photo.

It was also in such a small amount of time that both groups of people came to the steps, and the door of the Capitol Building was also opened.

The Vice President raised his chin slightly and looked at the people on the Social Party side, with a visible show-off and arrogance on his face. "Good morning, gentlemen!", he took the initiative to greet.

Facing such a greeting, even if Senator Cleveland didn't like this person, he had to greet him with a smile. "Good morning, Senate President."

The Vice President seemed not to have reacted, paused for two seconds, and then laughed exaggeratedly. "This is an interesting title, I almost forgot, I am still the Senate President."

The people around him all laughed, because only the Vice President can hold this position. This is stipulated by the Constitution, and no one can change it.

When the voting in the Senate falls into half to half, he can play a role.

In fact... the Social Party has lost a lot of power, and it is not that all voting must be done by the majority (sixty-six point seven percent). Some voting that is not so serious can also be passed as long as more than half of the senators agree or support it.

Of course, voting that requires majority passage is certainly more important. Overall, there is a clear deficiency in power, but the basic base is still there.

This kind of ridicule and ironic show-off didn't make the Social Party side feel funny. They all maintained an indifferent expression. Senator Cleveland's face had some sarcasm. "Speaking of which, I encountered a very interesting thing during this period of time."

"My neighbor next door changed a new collar for his dog, and that dog couldn't help but run to us to show off the shiny new collar."

"Its craftsmanship is good, with gold and gems, but no matter how good it looks, a collar is a collar, and it will only be put on the dog's neck."

He said these words very quickly, but the pronunciation was also very clear. Everyone heard clearly what he said. After two seconds, the senators on the Social Party side burst into laughter.

And on the Liberal Party side, the senators headed by the Senate President all showed indignant expressions.

Senator Cleveland used "a dog showing off its new collar" to imply "the Vice President got a new identity," which was indeed... targeted.

The Vice President snorted coldly, turned around and took people into the Capitol Building first, and the Social Party followed closely.

As for whether it is worth offending these people so nakedly?

Senator Cleveland felt that there was no such thing as worth it or not worth it. These people would not be tolerant because he didn't say these words. As long as it involves power, they will definitely pounce on it fiercely.

Since there is an unresolvable and irreconcilable contradiction between the two sides, why still cater to the other party?

The open door of the Capitol Building at this moment has become the door of the "gladiator arena." Every senator who enters will be like a gladiator, fighting hard inside, until they get what they want again and again!

At the same time, Lanse also met the newly appointed Federal Bureau of Investigation director.

"You must be Mr. White, right?"

Just after entering this separate compartment, a young man who looked at most thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old stood up immediately. He walked toward Lanse with a smile he couldn't control, and very politely took the initiative to reach out, looking like he was eager to know Lanse.

Lanse reached out and shook hands with him. The young man's palm was full of heat, radiating heat like a small hand warmer in this cold winter.

"Yes, I am. You can call me Lanse, my friends all call me that."

This new Federal Bureau of Investigation director was very enthusiastic. His attitude toward Lanse was completely the opposite extreme to Roland's, of course, this also had to do with the different people who pushed them to take office.

The one who pushed Roland to take office was the current President Porter, who made a deal with the previous president, which led to Roland's taking office.

He listened to President Porter's words, not the Social Party's, so it was normal for him to target Lanse and not get along with Lanse.

But this person in front of him is different. He is the Federal Bureau of Investigation director pushed to take office by the Social Party. He stood with Lanse from the beginning, so the two sides could get along very harmoniously.

He looked at Lanse and took the initiative to let go, because Lanse was still wearing a windbreaker and a hat.

When Lanse hung his hat and windbreaker on the coat rack, he introduced himself by the way, and also helped Lanse hang up the windbreaker together. "Chester Connelly."

The two walked toward the sofa a bit further inside, and Lanse asked curiously, "I don't mean to explore your personal privacy, I just heard that you served as a regiment commander of a certain unit in the Army before, why did you think of leaving the Army?"

Regiment commander, at least a lieutenant colonel.

During the war, they might consider a person's ability a little bit, but after the war, he was certainly a colonel.

A colonel, a colonel in his thirties, either has a certain background in the military, or is an absolute talent. No matter which one it is, development in the military will have a better future.

Lanse didn't quite understand why he wanted to retire from the military and enter politics, which made Lanse very confused.

You know, even if the Federal Bureau of Investigation is a law enforcement department that is currently rising, in the cognition of traditional federal people, it is just a law enforcement department.

As the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, that is just an "employee" of the federal government. This role cannot play the master of the federal government, that is, the role of a politician.

So even if people know that the Federal Bureau of Investigation will be very important in the future, some politicians who are qualified to take on this duty are not interested in it.

The development of the military, from a long-term perspective, is better than the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Once he takes the most critical step and becomes a federal major general, then his future can only be said to be a smooth road.

Establish your own foundation, and the power of the military can be passed down from generation to generation like wealth.

What can the Federal Bureau of Investigation have?

Nothing. As long as the president and Congress have opinions on him, they can easily dismiss him, and he can leave nothing behind. It is also difficult to pass this power to his descendants, and it is possible that because he knows too many secrets, he will be quietly killed.

This is Lanse's most confusing point. He is already sitting in a magnificent room enjoying the fruits of victory, why run out and roll up his trouser legs, and go down to the field to work with those farmers.

Chester sat on the edge of the sofa, pouring coffee for Lanse, and smiled. "Maybe I like challenges, and I'm not calm enough."

"Some atmosphere in the military, I don't like it very much. Now that I have left the military, not as a soldier, I might speak more boldly."

"The environment there is too... you know, I was born in a relatively ordinary family, but it was a big family. My grandfather was the only person in this big family who could issue orders."

"He required us to abide by his rules. Some things cannot be done, some things must be done. In such a big family, everyone cannot enjoy freedom."

"No matter whether you like to do a thing or not, when he tells you, you must complete this thing, even if it is something you cannot accept, you must complete it first."

He used this way to tell Lanse that he didn't like the dictatorial atmosphere in the military, but whether this was his true thought, Lanse didn't know.

People always have many sides, and it is impossible to see the complex and true side of people simply and clearly, so he didn't know whether what this Chester said was true or false, and could only nod, agreeing with his statement.

After all, they are "accomplices" now, not enemies, or opponents. Mutual praise and affirmation can speed up the friendship between them.

"I can understand that suffocating feeling. From this perspective, your choice is very correct.", he paused for a while. "The Federal Bureau of Investigation is a place that needs to fully exert personal ability. This is a challenge for you. If you can do this job well, I believe you can go further in federal politics!"

This is not Lanse's flattering words. The position of the Federal Bureau of Investigation is very special. Along with the continuous expansion of its power, eventually the Federal Bureau of Investigation will become a ghost floating in the sky over the Federation.

It will monitor every individual or organization they think might endanger federal national security, and also has law enforcement power, which is quite scary.

Chester's face was full of humble smiles. "I am also considering this, but I don't know much about work in this area, so I still need... people like you, Mr. Lanse, to give me some guidance and help in this area."

Very humble person, but the more so, the higher Lanse's evaluation of him in his heart, and the more vigilant he is.

In fact, when it comes to dealing with people, he prefers people who are a bit stupid, the kind who are straight-talking, and can turn against you directly when forced.

You don't need to guess his thoughts, because his thoughts are written on his face.

On the contrary, people like Chester seem to be good everywhere, but in fact, those are his performances, and they cannot be taken seriously.

"Senator Cleveland told me that you are a very wise and thoughtful person. I transferred from the Army to the law enforcement department, and this is the first time I have come into contact with these jobs, so there may be many things I cannot understand and don't know how to handle, so I hope you can teach me how to handle these work things if you have time."

He also took the initiative to give Lanse a cigarette, and stood up, bent over, and took out a lighter. "Senator's work is too busy, and others are old enough to be my father, so I am not very good at communicating with them about some things."

Lanse lit the cigarette. He patted Chester's hand. "No need to use honorifics, we are both young people, and we are friends. Friends don't need to be so strange."

He said and paused for a while. "I don't know much about the work regulations of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the places where I can help you are limited, but if you have any trouble and can't straighten out your thoughts for a while, I might be able to provide you with some thinking solutions."

"But whether it can be solved, I cannot guarantee."

Chester looked very happy. "That's enough!"

Lanse sat there thinking for a while, a few seconds. "You have already been to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, right?"

Chester nodded. "I have actually been in office for more than ten days, and I have also been to the investigation bureau, but the time I spent there might not even add up to one day."

"You know, the Army's relationship will be very troublesome to transfer out, and I also have to sign many things, including giving up part of the power."

Being able to reach the rank of colonel, this means he has started to involve some things at the high level of the military.

Some things are not so sensitive and can be ignored, but there must be some things that are relatively sensitive.

The federal military in this war is not a representative of the Virgin Mary, and their performance on the battlefield is not what a righteous person should have.

Abusing prisoners of war, massacring civilians, and using violence against ordinary people who have no ability to resist, regardless of the enemy or us.

The things they did, if they spread back to the Federation, or were made public worldwide, would be enough to make the federal military lose a big face!

The unit where Chester was also had such things happen. Some soldiers, when they were resting in the rear supply, because the pressure was very high, they said they mistakenly recognized some ordinary Slader ordinary girls as prostitutes, and then raped them.

After the incident, these girls indicated that they were going to call the police, to go to the military to sue them, and as a result, a soldier suddenly became furious and shot and killed several girls directly.

This matter was handled by Chester. Those girls were "arrested" and "tried" for "espionage," and were eventually "shot" in the military region.

As for those soldiers?

They were sent to the front line, where the fighting was most intense. Some died, and some survived, and this matter became a secret.

Such things happened almost every day on the front line, in the war. It's just that the federal government and the military have been covering up the atrocities of the federal army.

There are no pure and flawless soldiers. These federal soldiers are no different from those villains when they are bad!

In order to avoid these things from spreading, he must accept review before leaving the military, and must also sign a confidentiality agreement.

If he violates it, the military will take him away.

Although he has been in office for more than ten days, he doesn't know his subordinates very well.

"You shouldn't be from Golden State.", Lanse's sentence was very certain, because of the difference in accent, it sounded more like a northern pronunciation feature.

Chester also admitted this. "I live in the north."

"How is the family condition?"

His question was like chatting. Chester thought about it. "Middle class, that's about it."

Lanse had a rough understanding of his personal situation. "You have to get along with your subordinates first, social interaction is very important."

"Law enforcement departments are very complex, not like the military, where it is a line from top to bottom, so you need to observe and pay attention to the situation of those people and your relationship with them."

"Wanting to quickly pull in the relationship with those subordinates is actually not too difficult."

He said and put the cigarette in his mouth, then reached out from his jacket pocket, took out a small envelope, placed it on the table, and pushed it over. "Take a look."

Chester looked at Lanse, then at the envelope, then picked it up and opened it.

Inside was a check, with the number "one hundred thousand" filled in on it.

"Take this money, invite those senior agent supervisors to have a meal, be generous, and you can also give them some small gifts, let them know that you are not going there to make things difficult for them."

"On the contrary, you are taking them toward a better life." ===== CHAPTER 1202 =====