Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

This proposal was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's heart.

Assassinate a sitting American leader?

This is simply appalling and treason of the highest order!

Councilman Hansen turned pale with fear and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No... no no, this is crazy! This is absolutely not okay!"

However, Senator Johnson and the consortium representative were lost in thought, with complex expressions in their eyes.

They were clearly weighing the feasibility and risks of this crazy proposal.

"General, you mean..."

Senator Johnson asked tentatively.

General Ghost took a sip of his wine, his voice still eerily calm.

"I'm just suggesting a possibility. Choose the lesser of two evils."

"Let a madman drag us all into a destructive war, or use an 'accident' to prevent this disaster and preserve the interests of all of us. You can choose for yourself."

He put down his glass and continued, "Of course, this needs to be done perfectly. We can disguise it as an assassination by 'domestic extremists' or 'Dragon Country agents.'"

"Afterwards, when the Deputy Commander-in-Chief takes office, he can logically announce that for the sake of national stability and unity, the war mobilization against Dragon Nation will be temporarily suspended and a peaceful solution will be sought."

"This way, the public's anger will have an outlet, and we can also take advantage of the situation to ease relations with Longguo and continue our business."

The evil and audacity of this idea made most people present shudder.

However, when they thought about the possible devastating consequences of going to war with the Dragon Kingdom and that their family's businesses, stocks and overseas assets would be wiped out, their hearts began to waver.

"This...this matter is too risky..." Councilman Hansen was still hesitant.

"Risk?" The consortium representative sneered, revealing the coldness and ruthlessness unique to capitalists. "Compared to the entire family's wealth and future, this little risk is nothing."

"Howell has gone mad. He wants to tie all of us to his sinking warship!"

"We must push him overboard before he pierces the boat!"

General Michaels also sighed and spoke slowly.

"From the perspective of national interest, perhaps ... this is really the only option."

"A full-scale war with the Dragon Kingdom would be an unbearable disaster for the Eagle Sauce."

"To trade one person's life for the peace and stability of the entire country, and... our future prosperity, this deal doesn't seem like a bad one."

Ultimately, driven by profit and fear of war, an evil consensus was quietly reached in this small cigar club.

They are no longer parliamentarians and generals loyal to the country, but a group of conspirators who are willing to sacrifice the head of state and subvert the state power in order to protect their own interests.

So that they can continue to import cheap goods from Longguo, so that their companies can continue to use Longguo's rare earths, so that their stocks will not become waste paper, and so that they can keep saying "We want to do business with Longguo."

They decided to use the most extreme and despicable means to stop this war launched by the leader of their own country to safeguard national dignity.

In the eyes of these elite classes, the honor of the country, the lives of soldiers, and the emotions of the people are nothing more than chips that can be calculated and sacrificed.

What really matters is their own interests.

This selfishness and greed, which is deeply rooted in the capitalist system, is now pushing the huge empire of the United States into a darker and more dangerous abyss.

Outside the window, the night deepens in Washington. A secret conspiracy against the American leader is quietly brewing among these well-dressed "patriots."

The president, who was still incompetent and furious in the White House, preparing to launch a huge gamble, was completely unaware of the impending fatal disaster.

……

A few days later, the sky in Washington, D.C. was as gloomy as the mood of the American people at the moment.

A cold wind swirled over the National Mall, carrying dead leaves.

Despite the bad weather, thousands of people spontaneously gathered at the foot of the Washington Monument, their faces filled with confusion, anger and a hint of fear that was hard to conceal.

Yugoslavia's crushing defeat was like a loud slap in the face, completely shattering the myth of "the Eagle Sauce is invincible" in their hearts.

On the makeshift podium, a huge American flag hung limply in the wind.

Dozens of media outlets have already pointed their cameras at the podium, ready to spread every picture and every word of today to every corner of the world.

Everyone knows that this will be a crucial speech that will determine the future direction of the Eagle Sauce.

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, President Howell appeared on the podium.

He was wearing a dark windbreaker, his face was haggard but his eyes were unusually determined.

He walked to the front of the podium and without looking at the speech, he scanned the dense crowd below with his penetrating eyes.

The square suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the top leader of the United States, expecting him to give an answer, an answer that could dispel the haze in their hearts.

"My compatriots, my fellow Eagle brothers and sisters,"

Howell spoke, his voice booming and powerful as it spread across the square through the loudspeaker.

"I know your hearts are filled with questions and pain."

"I know you're asking why we, the greatest nation in the world, have suffered such a setback."

He paused, letting the words sink in. He could sense the pent-up emotion, a mixture of sadness and anger, in the audience.

"I am standing here today not to shirk responsibility or to make excuses."

"I stand here to tell you a truth—a truth that has been engraved in our souls since the founding of our nation."

Howell's voice began to rise, filled with passion.

"That is, we, the Eagle Sauce, are a nation chosen by God!"

"We have Manifest Destiny. We are the city upon a hill, a beacon of freedom and democracy for the world!"

"Our destiny is not determined by the outcome of one or two battles, but by the unextinguished faith in our hearts!"