1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Now, Cohen wants everyone to destroy it?! Viper!

Viper!

"Buried with you? Let me ask you, if you were completely purged now, who would own your oil fields and land?"

Cohen sneered:

"It's Field! It's the big companies she controls! It's the upstarts in Washington! After you're hanged on the gallows, they won't shed a tear for you, they'll just pop champagne over your bones!"

No one can refute it.

"So, I'm not talking about 'destroy,' I'm talking about 'burn!' Small oil traders, bankrupt miners, the unemployed, and those local cowboys and thugs who have long been dissatisfied with the big oil companies and Washington... these people are the most natural sparks!"

"We will turn all of East Texas into a giant powder keg! Use the blazing flames of the oil fields! Use the blood feud of the oppressed! Create an armed uprising that appears to be initiated by the 'people' who are unable to bear the oppression!"

"We just need to send them enough guns, enough money, and just the right amount of 'evidence of oppression'—dynamite thrown into a Big Oil tanker or the backyard of a Washington representative's villa!"

"Oh, yes, and most importantly, Roosevelt's damn 'inspector's' motorcade must 'just' appear on the edge of East Texas when the riots break out at their most violent and the bloody conflict between the two sides is at its most intense!"

"Quell the rebellion? How? This is the will of the people! This is in the name of the people! Will the already provoked private armies of the big oil companies (which do exist and are quite numerous) obey?"

"What will the NGW do? They can only suppress it! The mob, the private army, the NGW, the federal army... countless guns are pointed at each other! Bloodshed is inevitable!"

"By then, all of Texas and even the entire South will become an uncontrollable battlefield of slaughter! And it will be captured by ten thousand cameras! It will become a major news story that will shock the world!"

"When that day comes, unless that woman in Washington wants to step down, she will have to hand over that damn cripple to appease the public!"

"Will she still dare to clean up Texas when that day comes?!" "Impossible!"

"When East Texas collapses in flames, your 'sacrifice' will earn us even greater assistance, and oil prices around the world will be pushed up to a terrifying level!"

"On that day, you will rise from the ashes and, in the name of 'restoring order,' use our new money and European technology to rebuild an oil kingdom completely free from Washington's control and truly under your control... No, the Lone Star Republic!"

"This will be the best gift we can give to ourselves and to the God we believe in!"

“All men are born free!”

617 procedural justice forced abdication

"...Mr. Hammer, are you free now? Mr. Ness wants to see you." There was a knock on the door, and an old man's voice came from inside: "Ah, is that Ness? I'm not busy right now, please let him in."

After receiving a positive response from the outside and removing all weapons, two guards at the second door poked their heads out to take a look, and after confirming their identities and safety again, they let them in.

After all, Huey Long had just been assassinated, and the security level of the new "Presidential Envoy" was quite high, even higher than that of President Field himself.

A sturdy man in a suit, who fits the public's impression of a "typical American federal agent," Federal Prosecutor Elliot Ness, strode in. Seeing the old man with graying hair stand up, he took the initiative to bow:

"Mr. Hammer, Elliot Ness reports to you." "Hahahaha..."

The old man patted the visitor's shoulder cheerfully:

"Don't be so polite. Come sit down and have some coffee. This is a gift from Ms. Field before you left. It's said she ground it herself!"

"Ah! Then I really have to try it..."

After three rounds of coffee and a taste of different flavors, the two exchanged pleasantries. John W. Hamer, the former Oklahoma senator who succeeded Huey Long, finally spoke in a serious tone:

"Ness, are all your people here?"

"Yes, I have ordered them to rush to Texas in advance." "Subordinates in Chicago?"

"Yes, Morrison, Martin, Sam, Paul... they are all elites who followed me to fight when I took down that bastard Capone."

Thinking of this, even the usually serious Ness couldn't help but show a hint of pride on his face:

"Please rest assured, this time, we will definitely bring all the bastards to justice!"

Unexpectedly, Hammer sighed:

"Ness, do you really understand Ms. Field's true intention in sending us to Texas to replace Senator Long?"

"Well.."

Ness was stunned for a moment, realizing that he might have guessed something wrong, and asked carefully:

"Isn't it because Mr. Long was assassinated that we have to take over from him and continue to deal with the corruption problem in Texas?"

"That's only part of it, Ness."

Hammer pointed at himself and then at Ness:

"I, John Hamer, am a Republican who lost his bid for re-election to the U.S. Senate last year and has now retired from politics and is making a living by doing legal consulting.

"You, Elliot Ness, agent of the Treasury Department's Bureau of Prohibition, your organization is about to be disbanded. To put it bluntly, if no one promotes you, you may be unemployed before you even turn 30..."

"Ms. Field and Mr. Roosevelt have so many capable people under their command. Why did he choose us, two people who are not her confidants, to carry out such a good opportunity to perform a meritorious service?"

"...because we are upright and will not be bought by the reactionary forces in Texas?" "Upright?"

A mocking smile appeared on Hammer's face:

"Who else, except someone born with intellectual disabilities, would play tricks on this matter and collaborate with a group of traitors who are doomed to fail? Does it matter whether we investigate or someone else does?"

"...I would appreciate your guidance." "Not really."

Hammer waved his hand, gently putting down the exquisite coffee cup. He looked at the young prosecutor in front of him, who was known for his ruthlessness. His eyes, full of energy and justice, reminded him of his younger self. His tone softened.

"'Incorruptibility' is a virtue, but in the arena of power in Washington, especially under a leader as focused as Ms. Field, it's not enough."

"What else?"

Ness sat up straight, his brows slightly furrowed, clearly trying to understand the old politician's hidden meaning:

"I believe that...fighting crime and upholding the dignity of the law is our only responsibility."

"It is a duty, but it is not the only purpose, nor is it Ms. Field's entire purpose."

Hammer's eyes became sharp:

"Think about it, what did Huey Long do in Texas? Like a bull rushing into a china shop, he relied on the power of the 'Special Investigation Team' granted by the President and the bayonet of the NGW, and he rushed around and turned the Texas officialdom upside down;"

"'Reflection Point' was packed, and the newspapers were filled with explosive scandals every day. The whole of Texas and even the entire South was in a state of panic and anxiety. He was incredibly efficient, but he also created great fear and uncertainty;"

"Of course, of course, combating corruption is absolutely right, and I have no intention of blaming him, but his assassination, in a sense, was the inevitable backlash of this high-pressure atmosphere."

"So... President Field needs us to stabilize the situation?"

"Stable? No, no, no, you're wrong again. Ms. Field doesn't need stability."

Ness was completely stunned.

Huey "created" enormous chaos in Texas, and was even assassinated by unknown individuals. If the two of them didn't try to stabilize the situation, would they still "expand" it?

If they continued to follow Huey's lead, the South might actually revolt. "Ness, think about it. When Huey Long was implementing these policies, Ms. Field was in charge of disaster relief efforts in Texas. How could she not know? But did she object? Not only did she not oppose it, she even issued the 'Field Four Rules' to fan the flames!"

"Are you saying that Ms. Field did this on purpose? Did she want Senator Long to do this? Did she want to clean up Texas through Senator Long?"

"Yes."

"Then why did she want us to go? We shouldn't continue..." "This is politics and human nature..."

Hammer sighed and earnestly taught the young junior:

"Ms. Field doesn't really need 'stability'; she even hopes the rebels will come out. But what she needs is 'control.' Huey's 'madness' allowed her to quickly tear open the abscesses of the old Texas forces, but it also caused pus and blood to splatter everywhere, frightening too many people."

"Ordinary civil servants who might have been just going along under the old system and made minor mistakes but not capital offenses, ordinary businesspeople who feared being implicated, and even ordinary Texans who simply harbored doubts about the federal government...they all lived in tremendous fear;"

"What do people do when they're scared? Commit suicide? Run away? Or let those real bastards goad them into making some horrible mistake they shouldn't have made?"

"If this fear is not guided, it will turn into despair, force more people to take risks, and become a new resistance force. Ultimately, the cost of the purge and the situation in Texas and even the South will become unbearable. And we..."

Hammer paused and looked directly at Ness:

"And our value, Ness, lies in our image, in the symbolic meaning of 'impartiality' and 'strict adherence to the law';"

"If Huey's crackdown fully demonstrated the crushing power of the 'federal system,' then our new round of purges is a legitimate operation based on rules and laws."

"...But..."

A flash of understanding flashed across Ness's eyes, but was quickly replaced by confusion.

"Mr. Hammer, if the evidence is irrefutable, won't those corrupt officials and unscrupulous businessmen eventually be brought to justice? The outcome seems to be the same..."

"It's different! The process! The key lies in the process!" Hammer emphasized:

"We stand for procedural justice, the supremacy of the law, and the fact that even the most severe reckoning will be carried out in the sunshine, in court, and within the chain of evidence."

"We want Texans, especially those who are not directly involved in serious crimes and are just struggling to survive in the gray area, to see a way out! A way out that is transparent, predictable, and strictly follows federal and Texas laws!"

"...dividing...disintegrating?"

"Yes! My dear friend! You finally understand!"

Hammer laughed heartily with relief:

"We want to make the guilty bastards come forward on their own, because they know that with us, irrefutable evidence means they can't deny it, and all that awaits them is a cold prison cell. But at the same time, we want to give those who have only been slightly stained a little hope of cleansing themselves..."

"This will isolate the resistance forces in Texas and even the South to the greatest extent possible, leaving only the core elements who are truly guilty of heinous crimes and have nowhere to escape!"

After saying this, he leaned forward again and lowered his voice:

"Ness, always remember that we are President Field's sharp sword, but we are also her best shield—all voices questioning her 'dictatorship' and 'undermining the rule of law' will be repelled by our impeccable performance."

This time, Ness finally understood the political considerations behind the recent turmoil and was deeply grateful:

"Thank you, Mr. Hammer. I will ensure that my team strictly follows legal procedures in every action, that the chain of evidence is complete, that the evidence collection process is impeccable, and that the charges are accurate. We will make every case an impeccable case!"

"Very good, but remember, speed is also important. Ms. Field's patience is limited...Okay, it's time for us to go see our predecessor."

Not long after, at the Austin Medical Center, NGW was heavily guarded and filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Huey Long lay on the hospital bed, his face still pale, but his iconic, inspiring eyes had regained their spirit. He roared to the two people who came to comfort him with his undiminished energy and even a hint of excitement:

"Oh! God! You're finally here! Those damn bastards actually dared to plot against me! I'm going to pull them out one by one and hang their heads and intestines on the swings outside the gate of the Texas State Capitol!"

After experiencing a life-or-death experience, Huey Long did not become depressed or timid. Instead, he thought, "Is the fact that I'm still alive a result of the little bit of glory that God blessed Her Majesty the Saint?" So he became even more radical:

Anyone who dares to stand in Ms. Field's way will die!

Ah Xi, this person is exactly like what Mr. Hammer said...

"Senator Long, please rest and recuperate. It is our duty to track down the murderer, and we will bring all the evildoers to justice."

“Bring them to justice?”

Huey sneered:

"To deal with these rats hiding in the gutter, we must use the most ruthless means! If Ms. Field hadn't been too kind and didn't allow us to use torture, those wimps..."

"Well, Senator Long, take a good rest for now!"

Hammer interrupted Huey gently but firmly:

"Ms. Field's wisdom is far beyond our comprehension. She sent us here to complete your unfinished work in a more thorough and stable way. I believe you should understand this."

Huey looked into Hammer's calm, deep eyes, full of political wisdom, then glanced at Ness, whose face was resolute and who clearly only cared about the letter of the law. He curled his lips.

"Okay, okay, since that's what you've said, I'll leave the rest to you. But you have to hurry. Ms. Field can't wait, and neither can Texas..."

The men exchanged some information and initially handed over the basic work. Seeing Huey Long looking somewhat exhausted, Hammer and Ness were about to leave, but Huey stopped Ness unexpectedly:

"Hey, young man, I heard you're the hero agent who caught that bastard Capone?"

"You're not a hero, Mr. Lang. You just did some minor work." "No, you're pretty good. I'm optimistic about you... But I'm curious about one thing: why did you send him to jail on charges of 'tax evasion' and 'prohibition violations'? Didn't he commit murder, drug trafficking, robbery, and rape?"

"Because of the lack of evidence..."

"No, no, no, I'm not asking about evidence. I'm asking you, based on what you know, has he ever committed serious crimes like murder?"

"...I definitely did."

you still need to ask?

You said Capone, a gangster boss, never killed anyone? Never played with women?

No robbery? No extortion? No drug trafficking?

You might as well say there are no black slaves in the United States.

"If that's the case, why didn't you ask him to confess his real serious crime?" "Because there is no evidence, sir."

"Young man, Ms. Field once said something to me that I deeply agree with, and I will give it to you now."

"...Please advise."

"Adhering to the bottom line of the law, adhering to the principle of evidence first, and adhering to the provisions of procedural justice is definitely correct and worthy of praise, but..."

Huey changed the subject: