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

The black attack helicopters flew through the night like a few huge, silent beetles.

Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was oppressive and eerie.

Texas Governor Abbott, who had just escaped the bloody "Hongmen Banquet" at Camp David, and other congressmen and entrepreneurs, had not yet fully recovered from the shock and fear of escaping death, and were immediately drawn into a more complex and dangerous political vortex.

Governor Abbott leaned against the cold cabin wall and looked out the small porthole at the dark forest illuminated by moonlight passing by quickly below.

His mind was racing, trying to process all the information that had happened in just a few hours, which was enough to change his life.

"And my boss is more than happy to provide you with all the necessary 'help' to win this... Eagle Sauce's war of independence."

The words of the mysterious man who called himself "Perseus" still echoed in his ears.

This sentence, as well as the unprecedented advanced weapons with a distinct oriental design style that they used in the raid, made Abbott have an 80% guess about the identities of these "saviors".

His heart instantly fell into an extremely painful and tangled struggle.

As a staunch Texas conservative who believes in individual freedom and capitalism, he is naturally disgusted and wary of the huge red empire of the Russian bear.

In his mind, the totalitarian Soviet Union led by Joseph and the treacherous Washington federal government controlled by a usurper were both enemies of freedom and targets that he needed to fight against.

His lifelong political pursuit was to free Texas, and even the entire United States, from any form of centralized control.

However, the reality is so cruel and ironic.

Now, the only one who can help him achieve Texas independence and fight against Washington's tyranny seems to be his most hated enemy - the Russian bear.

What kind of choice is this?

Make a deal with one devil in order to rebel against another?

This is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

He could imagine how morally passive he would be if he accepted aid from the Russians.

Washington's propaganda machine will immediately portray him as a "traitor who invited wolves into the house" and an "agent of the red forces." He will lose the support of many conservative people who originally supported him and who also dislike the Russian bear.

But what if we don’t accept Russia’s aid?

Abbott closed his eyes and the bloody scene at Camp David emerged in his mind.

The cold and cruel eyes of the new president and the "ghost" general, and the bullets they fired at their compatriots without hesitation, have proved to him that those people in Washington have completely torn off all disguises and turned into a group of lunatics who will do anything to maintain their power.

He knew very well that Washington would definitely use the federal army to carry out the most brutal suppression of him and Texas.

The Texas National Guard and those patriotic militiamen might be able to resist for a while, but facing the crushing force of the entire state apparatus, the ultimate outcome was almost certain. Failure, followed by court-martial and execution for treason.

This is a dilemma.

Bowing to the devil may bring you eternal infamy, but it can also bring you a glimmer of hope for survival and independence.

If you stick to the so-called "morality", you will most likely end up in complete failure and lose your reputation.

Abbott felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He has been pursuing freedom all his life, but now he finds that he has no freedom of choice at all.

Fate seemed to be forcing him to take the path he was most reluctant to take.

The helicopter eventually landed at a secret base disguised as a private hunting club on the Canadian border.

Inside the base, comfortable guest rooms, hot meals, and a professional medical team were already prepared. Perseus and his men meticulously cared for these rescued "VIPs," acting like the most professional and caring allies.

In a reception room filled with a classical atmosphere and lit by a fireplace, Governor Abbott and Perseus met alone again.

"Mr. Copeland... or should I call you Comrade Perseus?"

Governor Abbott sat on the sofa with a glass of whiskey. After a short rest, he had regained the calm and composure of a veteran politician.

He decided to get straight to the point and take control of the conversation.

Perseus smiled slightly, not at all surprised that his identity was revealed.

He knew that any beating around the bush was unnecessary when dealing with a political veteran like Abbott.

"Mr. Governor has a keen eye."

He calmly admitted his identity.

"Yes, I'm Perseus from the KGB."

"And my boss, General Secretary Joseph, has the highest respect for you and the cause of Texas independence that you lead."

Abbot sneered, placed the wine glass on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Perseus with sharp eyes.

"Respect? I'm afraid I'm not that naive. Comrade Perseus, let's talk frankly."

"Why would the Russians help us? What do you want to gain from this civil war between the Americans and the Americans?"

"Or, in other words, what is the price of your assistance?"

Facing Abbott's aggressive questioning, Perseus seemed unusually relaxed.

He chuckled, leaned back on the sofa, and made a soothing gesture.

"Mr. Governor, please don't be nervous. We are not here to ask for anything from you. In fact, we are here to give."

His voice was full of sincerity, as if he were truly a selfless internationalist fighter dedicated to the cause of liberation.

"General Secretary Joseph has the deepest sympathy for you and all the American patriots who dare to stand up to the tyranny of Washington."

"He believes that the Russians and Texas are, in a sense, natural allies because we have a common enemy: a corrupt and decadent federal government controlled by Wall Street oligarchs and West Coast tech elites."

"As for our assistance," Perseus' tone became more sincere, "it will be comprehensive and cost-effective. We will provide you with the most advanced weaponry, enough for your army to rival the Federation's."

"We will provide you with huge financial support to help you stabilize the economy and overcome the difficulties in the early stages of the war. We can even provide you with intelligence support to help you turn against those generals in the federal army who are also dissatisfied with Washington."

The blueprint drawn by Perseus was undoubtedly a fatal temptation to Abbot, who was in a desperate situation. However, he still maintained his last bit of rationality.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch, Comrade Perseus."

Abbott's voice was cold and firm.

"Tell me your terms. What's the price?"