North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 286 The fifty states and overseas territories of America are on my shoulders!
There are plenty of women Rorschach could sleep with, all types and ages imaginable. But in such a sensitive place as Washington, and at such a sensitive time, to be so heartless as to have sex with someone like that...
That would only be Ginny, who had just started her job in Washington.

After learning that the girl had been transferred by Jack to Washington and was working at the State Building, Rorschach worried that she might get hurt during the recent protests, so he secretly brought her out.

As soon as they met, the girl, having tasted the sweetness, clung to him, completely ignoring the commotion outside, wanting only to satisfy her craving.

Scarlett knew that Rorschach had a girlfriend, but she didn't know what Ginny looked like. She only thought that while her subordinates were working themselves to the bone outside, Rorschach, as the leader, was holed up in a hotel playing with women.

So, this fiery young woman couldn't hold back her anger any longer and started cursing at Luo Xia, who was only wearing a bath towel.

"Who's this bitch again?!"

Scarlett looked annoyed: "I heard from Anna that you were almost poisoned to death by a bitch in Panama last time. I didn't expect you to be so forgetful. Ha, you men are all animals that only think with your lower bodies!"

"Shut up!" Luo Xia interrupted her impatiently.

This girl's calling herself one thing is bad enough, but now she's actually calling Ginny a bitch! How can Rorschach tolerate that?

He strode forward, pointed at Scarlett's nose, and said earnestly, "I did wrong your grandparents, but I did not wrong you. If it weren't for me, you would still be working for your father's killer!"

Scarlett gave a cold laugh and suddenly bit his finger hard.

"Watfa has relented."

"You've wronged me. If it weren't for you, I would still have family, and Brian would only ever be mine! You'll regret it for the rest of your life, and you'll have to make it up to me!"

Knowing she couldn't beat Luo Xia, the girl simply clung to him like a ferocious little beast, her cheeks puffed out like an angry pufferfish.

Rorschach, already agitated by the bloody riots below, finally lost his patience when he saw her throwing a tantrum.

He reached out and grabbed Scarlett's slender waist, pulling her sharply into his arms.

Before the girl could react, she was thrown heavily onto the bed.

Luo Xia sneered, "You want me to compensate you, right? Fine! I'll compensate you right now!"

"What do you want to do?"

Scarlett's eyes widened as Rorschach suddenly untied his towel and belt, and, swaying, Pinas pounced on him.
A few minutes later.

Ginny, who had been accidentally pushed to the edge of the bed, frowned slightly, turned over in her sleep, and continued to sleep soundly while hugging her pillow.

When Luo Xia, who was engrossed in his work, noticed this, he tensed up and quickly put his index finger to his lips:

"Shh."

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

Sweating profusely, Scarlett also raised her finger, nervously glancing at Ginny while glaring fiercely at the person on top of her.

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While Rorschach was proceeding cautiously, several blocks away in the White House, our President was also ashen-faced, with despair even etched in his eyes.

It was originally just an ordinary march and demonstration, although it was larger in scale and the two sides even clashed, but this was not unprecedented.

Historically, America has seen scenes of protesters from different stances turning into fistfights almost every year.

Although the impact is negative, politicians, the media, and the public have all become accustomed to it.

Never before has things escalated to this point, resulting in such a tragedy.

But now
He stared at the footage on television from the Republican media: Marines were coldly firing bullets at civilians without mercy.

This scene wasn't limited to Washington; in New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago, after he issued the order to suppress the unrest, the National Guard and Marine Corps went on a killing spree, leaving rivers of blood!
Live ammunition was poured indiscriminately, leaving corpses strewn across the fields.

Reporters are on camera denouncing his brutality and disregard for human life!

Meanwhile, numerous lawmakers suddenly appeared on camera, indignantly accusing him of making a mistake in OBM's decision-making, which led to the situation spiraling out of control and causing public resentment to boil over.

In the end, unsurprisingly, they uttered the word that OBM least wanted to hear and was most afraid to hear—Impeach!

The politicians in front of the camera unanimously called for his impeachment and for the removal of America's first Black president from office!

This is racism!
OBM, who has always abhorred racial issues, suddenly thought of this word for no apparent reason.

Then, he gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh.

It seems that he is no different from ordinary black people; whenever he encounters an unfavorable situation, he tries to use racial discrimination as an excuse to gain sympathy.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

The phone on my desk kept ringing.

The president didn't even need to answer to know it was a call from within the Democratic Party, an attempt to hold someone accountable.

But now is not the time to lose his composure; he needs to find a truly capable assistant who can turn the tide and offer him advice.

Just then, the Secret Service informed Underwood that he had entered the White House.

The president immediately straightened his tie and tried to appear alert.

He couldn't let anyone, especially that old fox Underwood, see him in such a panicked and pathetic state.

A few minutes later.

Led by the Secret Service, Underwood walked expressionlessly into the Oval Office.

Contrary to OBM's expectations, Underwood neither questioned nor mocked him upon entering; he simply stared at him quietly, his eyes revealing an indescribable complexity and naked desire.

"Frank, is there any solution?"

Seeing that the other party remained silent, OBM had no choice but to speak first, his voice hoarse.

But Underwood, who is known for his outspokenness and is hailed as the Donald Party's strategist, remained silent this time.

He simply smiled, straightened his cuffs, and sat down in the chair opposite the president.

“Barack”.

Underwood casually remarked, "When you move out of the White House, remember to clean this place up. I don't like your perfume."

"you!!"

OBM abruptly stood up, glaring angrily: "Do you know what you're saying? Are you so sure I'm going to step down?!"

"Otherwise what?" Underwood took out a cigarette case from his pocket, slowly lit one, and blew smoke rings as he said, "The riots were suppressed, but do you know how many people died?"

He said coldly, "An old friend of mine at ABC told me a number. More than six thousand people!" Upon hearing this number, OBM turned pale, his lips turned completely bloodless, and he slumped into his chair.

"New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Washington D.C., San Francisco"

With each city name Underwood mentioned, OBM's expression grew increasingly grim.

The simultaneous occurrence of such bloody government crackdowns in so many first-tier cities is unprecedented and has had a terrible impact!
At that moment, he was filled with regret.

I regret sending troops to suppress them. If they had just looted, vandalized, and burned enough, they would have dispersed naturally. Similar situations have happened before; letting them vent their anger would have been enough.
Now OBM regrets its decision to crack down and hates the commanders of the National Guard and Marine Corps.

These people, as if by prior arrangement, abandoned their rubber bullets and switched to live ammunition!

Thinking about this, OBM suddenly realized something.

He suddenly looked up at Underwood: "You ordered it, didn't you?! Those commanders aren't stupid, how could they not know the consequences of using live ammunition? It must be you! They followed your orders to change the ammunition and start a massacre!"

Underwood dismissed the accusations with disdain.

He chuckled softly, “You know, Barack, before today, I admired you greatly. You have amazing oratory skills, a knack for stirring people's hearts, an understanding of the needs of the grassroots, and a knack for winning people's hearts. As Blake, you possess political talent that is hard to match in other ethnic groups. But now…”

Underwood shook his head and sighed softly, "It seems I overestimated you. With this level of resilience, you're destined to fail."

At this moment, his gaze toward Underwood was filled with disdain.

Having fought his way up from a disadvantageous situation to now being just one step away from the presidency, he despises OBM, a guy who only knows how to play well when things are going well, but starts blaming others when things go wrong.

"It was you who instructed these local commanders to use bullets as needed. What does that have to do with me?"

Underwood spread his arms and sneered sarcastically, "In the end, it's just your incompetence! When you drafted the Healthcare Reform and the Immigration Act, you should have foreseen this situation! You've ceded the interests of our middle class and hardworking people to those troublemaking foreigners, so don't expect American citizens to support you!"

"Foreigners? Ha, Frank, don't forget," OBM retorted, "this country was built by immigrants! If I remember correctly, wasn't your grandfather an immigrant from England during the Irish famine? What, now you don't want to be an American anymore and want to go back to England to claim your roots?"

"Fuck you! Say that again, Ni Ge!" Underwood instantly flew into a rage.

As a pure-blooded Irish descendant, he was instilled with hatred of England by his grandfather from a young age.

Although he maintained a respectable facade, he harbored deep contempt for the English.

Now OBM is using his bloodline as a point of contention, how can he tolerate this?
"What did you call me?" OBM's face was equally ashen. "That's blatant racism!"

"Fuck you! So what if I discriminate against you? You think I'm here to have tea and chat with you?"

Enraged, Underwood kicked over a chair and pointed at OBM, yelling:
"When you decided to run for office three years ago, who quelled the opposition from more than half of the party members? It was me!"

"When the Puff Daddy Manor scandal broke out, who was the first to approach Rorschach to negotiate a deal and smooth things over? It was me!"

"When Rorschach publicly executed capitalists, and your live-streamed confrontation faced a crisis of trust, who saved the day? It was me."

"The Perari Case; The Old Joe Incident"

"New York City Hall bombing, San Francisco terror attack."

Underwood recounted the events one by one, becoming increasingly agitated: "Without me, do you think you'd still be sitting in this chair? Do you know how many impeachments I saved for you?"

"I was elected county councilor at 31 and became a North Carolina federal representative at 33! I served in Congress for 30 years! When I was involved in the decision-making for the Gulf War military action, you were still on drugs in college!"

“Listen up, Barack Hussein OBM!” Underwood slammed his fist on the table.

"The fifty states of America and their overseas territories are on my shoulders, Underwood!"

"You have no right to yell at me!"

Finished.

Underwood stared intently at OBM, his chest heaving violently.

He had been holding these words in for too long—as the youngest senator in federal history after Steve Jobs, he had struggled his way up from a small town in the South with only a few hundred people, spending most of his life before finally joining the cabinet in his sixties.

The guy in front of me, although he has good political skills and oratory abilities, got to this position purely by relying on the party's "equal rights campaign" slogan.

If it weren't for OBM taking office back then, it would have been Pellari who was elected.

They were either Black or women.

The party believed that Perari was impulsive and not as steady and reliable as OBM, which is why the opportunity was given to this black man.

If it weren't for the civil rights movement, this black kid would probably still be teaching constitutional law at university!
OBM stared at the enraged Underwood, the two locked in a silent standoff, the air thick with tension.

After a long silence, OBM sneered, "You seem to be convinced that I will definitely be impeached and removed from office?"

"Ha, a bloody crackdown on a protest, thousands dead, do you know what that means?" Underwood scoffed. "If you don't understand the process, I can tell you. Tomorrow the House of Representatives will begin impeachment proceedings, and a two-thirds majority in the Senate is all it takes to convict you, and you'll be removed from office immediately."

OBM was certainly aware of the procedures, but he suddenly laughed and said meaningfully, "This process will take at least a month to complete. And the review only begins tomorrow—meaning I have a full 24 hours to work. Do you think I'm going to sit idly by and wait to be killed?"

He lowered his voice: "For example, we could stage a larger terrorist attack, killing all the members of Congress. Then I could exercise my presidential privilege, declare a national state of emergency, and suspend the Constitution. Do you think Congress would still have the mind to proceed with impeachment proceedings then?"

Underwood's pupils constricted sharply.

"Are you fucking crazy? Are you trying to stage a coup?" His voice trembled.

"That's right! You forced me into this situation; you have only yourself to blame!"

OBM grinned maliciously and pointed out the window, where hundreds of armored vehicles were parked.

"Until the impeachment proceedings begin tomorrow, the National Guard, Marine Corps, Secret Service, FBI, CIA, and military and law enforcement agencies near Washington are still under my control."

"The most brilliant thing is that, because of the immigration bill issue, the senators were almost all in Washington during this period."

"Do you think I can't find loyal people to take them all out within 24 hours? It would just be another bigger terrorist attack. On the contrary, we have the Ghost Party, don't we? That guy Rorschach has even killed the Speaker and the Secretary of State. If we put a few more heads on his head, the public won't suspect a thing!"

Underwood stared intently at the man before him: "Do you know that what you're doing could very well cause a split within America? The Elephant Party won't let you get away so easily. You'll become a sinner for all time!"

"So what?" OBM chuckled dismissively, then pointed at Underwood: "Speaking of which, stop daydreaming. Even if I step down, you won't be the second in line to the throne—you're only fourth!"

Underwood's face turned ashen, and he remained silent.

At that moment, he felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end.

The other side actually tried to buy time, retain power, and trample on democracy by carrying out a terrorist attack and massacring members of parliament.

Suddenly, Secret Service Director Michael Banning burst through the door, shouting urgently, "President, evacuate immediately! An unidentified flying object has appeared over the White House; it's suspected to be a terrorist attack!"

(End of this chapter)