Fist Godzilla

Chapter 228 The Era of Grinding Teeth and Sucking Blood

Casualty estimates approaching 300 million people.

Walker is very reluctant to believe no!That's a bit too light-hearted to say.

——It's him!Extremely unwilling to believe it!

No president of the United States can bear this level of casualty data!
No!

Roosevelt during World War II could not, and Lincoln during the Civil War could not.

Not even the man who founded this country, that fucking Washington himself who likes to pull out the teeth of black people!
Walker stared blankly at the empty presidential seat, and tugged at his tie blankly.

300 million casualties.

When this figure was multiplied ten times and appeared on the land of Europe, the United States did not feel much.

Because they are so far away, the government of the United States will not emphasize these market-damaging news.

Therefore, the people of the United States, who are generally refined and self-interested, don't feel much.

But what is the concept when it comes to Washington?
That's three times the total US casualties in World War II!
Ten times the death toll!
And all this, according to that Bai Tangjing, will happen in the next few hours?
President Walker on the small bench tightly grasped his hair with his slender fingers.

At this time, the tremendous pressure he faced was the only one among the previous presidents of the United States.

Roosevelt, Lincoln, and Washington, the combined darkest moments of the three were not half as broken as he is now!
But...he can't escape.

The iceberg was right in front of us, and the big ship "country" would not have been blindfolded to receive the Lord's gift and automatically bypass it.

The strong mind cultivated since childhood was brought into full play by Walker at this time.

He stabilized his thoughts, although his eyes were still flustered and slack, but at least he regained his senses.

"I want to exercise presidential power." Walker swallowed nervously, and said to the White House butler who had already collapsed under the news.

He had never felt his throat so thirsty in his life.

"I want to convene a parliament urgently!"

Meetings, yes.Meeting.

A meeting is needed in this urgent time.

Meetings are the administrative basis of all countries.

Many people don't like it, and even despise it as "a cumbersome program that wastes time and life but makes people go around in circles".

However, even in the extremely streamlined and dictatorial military government, when they are corrupt and disgusting, they need a few people to hold a meeting when they launch an action to squeeze the people.

The power of human beings came from the team tens of thousands of years ago.

A human being without the support of a team, even if the blood of the world's most noble royal family flows in his veins, is still weaker and more fragile than an ant in a barren mound.

The role of the meeting is to eliminate differences and unite ideas.

In simple terms - a meeting is the process of "forming" a team.

Being excluded from meetings is like being excluded from socializing, and it's a matter of personal choice.

But you must be aware that at the same time, your decisions are denying influence!You are denying power!

Do you still want to make a difference without speaking out in the "forming" stage of the team?
Why don't you snap your fingers and make the sun go out?
All parties participating in the meeting will put their demands and energies on the table.

Then they push and pull each other, and even torture and hostile each other according to the content and goals of the meeting.

One's own ability, one's own difficulties, the rewards one's own side asks for afterwards, and the requirements for representatives of other forces are all kinds of things.

But in the end, the basis of the team, the so-called "consensus", is born in this pull.

Walker understood the virtues of his country.

He understands the extreme distrust and insecurity of the people in his country towards the government.

If the matter is urgent and the evacuation notice is issued directly in Washington, bypassing the Congress, then it will not be a matter of 300 million people along the river.

Panicked crowds will riot, rob, kill, and rape. Once the order collapses, there will be no such thing as a "lower limit".

The killing efficiency of people stepping on ants is far worse than that of catching and killing between ant populations!
The same is the case with the humans in Washington for the incoming Muto.

"Everyone has a gun, so he won't mess up". Like a joke, but Walker can't laugh now.

The most urgent task facing Walker now is how to get the lords in Congress to accept the facts.

An underground defense facility in the far northwest of Washington.

This is the farthest location from the military port.

"A group of insects!" Walker spat in his heart, cursing viciously.

"My whole life has been entangled with these things, how can I do politics well!"

But he still has to maintain his image on the face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are facing a challenge never before seen in the history of the United States. The evacuation of 300 million people in less than an hour is an unprecedented test of Washington DC's government management capabilities and grassroots implementation. We There are really systemic, decisive administrative issues that need to be addressed."

Walker struggled to keep his anger from leaking from beneath the mask.

"I beg you again, please make a quick and effective decision for the safety of the 300 million residents along the Washington River!"

"We are collecting information for a decision that can save the people, Your Excellency." The speaker of the parliament looked at Walker impatiently.

"We all know that decisions made by people without data to support them can be worse than doing nothing, and we are working hard to prevent such incidents from happening!"

“That’s why the meeting is needed. Do you know what a forced evacuation order would do to Wall Street? What it would do to oil prices? Do you think the consequences of losing control of the economy would be less tragic than losing 300 million people? "

"Furthermore, food, energy, control, and transshipment all require the calculation, communication, and cooperation of various departments! Simply drive the people out of their homes, the logistics can't keep up, the resettlement can't be done, and the property losses can't be cleared. You know those people Temperament, they will kill the National Guard because of their mistrust and nervousness of the government before the Titan actually appears and descends on them!"

"And then kill each other." One of the meeting participants seemed to be joking, and accepted a joke thinking it was humorous.

But then the cold glances from the president and the speaker at the same time taught him how to shut up prudently.

The corner of the speaker's mouth twitched and he turned his head back to face Walker.

If it wasn't for the fact that the kid was still holding two quick-reaction forces from the Washington Police Department, I would have kicked him back into his mother's womb right now!

What kind of politics are you playing without even a wink?
"Anyway, Your Excellency the President."

The speaker looked at Walker, who was almost unable to contain his anger, with a headache.

"Under this systemic problem, our agenda is still very heavy. Please don't disrupt the meeting process, please? Everyone, now move on to the next item."

"When did I say that we should care about the feelings of the people?"

Experts and scholars were arguing endlessly, politicians and legislators were arguing with each other, and a heavy silence suddenly fell.

They coincidentally, all opened their eyes wide and looked at Walker who said this.

It's like seeing an ornamental monkey that killed humans!
I'm mad?Or is the world crazy?

The speaker was speechless with his mouth open on the high platform.

Walker, on the other hand, had a stern expression and a louder voice, and continued without hesitation.

The corner of the mouth of the ornamental monkey that is bleeding with human blood is still baring its teeth!

"Mr. Bai Tangjing, when did you say you should care about the feelings of Wall Street bankers?!"

Walker's sinister eyes scanned the entire venue.

"Are you all taking 'civilization' as a skin, are you stupid?"

Everyone who looked at him felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

— This is not the "good man" Walker!
This is the only thing they have reacted to at this moment.

"Why is the United States strong? Everyone and every family here knows it well!"

"Plunder! Massacre! Eliminate dissidents! Concoct a coup!"

One after another, bloody words popped out of the president's mouth unobstructed.

Every word here can get the biggest page in the newspapers of the whole planet tomorrow!

The experts and scholars present did not mention it, but most of the politicians and parliamentarians were at a loss and embarrassed, or folded their arms in a defensive posture, or desperately cleaned up their clean and tidy appearance, pretending not to hear.

Garrett Walker, is this guy on the wrong drug?how dare he put these
"You are surprised, how dare I?"

Walker stepped up to the high platform where the speaker was, and took the gavel from him.

"Help, help" knock three times.

His expression was fierce, as if he was not knocking on the table just now, but on someone's head!

"Wake up! Everyone! Wake up for me!"

"The world has changed!"

Amidst the roar, the originally gentle white elite even had blue veins popping out of his neck.

"Titans! These god-like beasts! Monsters! Every now and then, they will come to the human world and make a big fuss!"

"It's over, I'm happy. Just leave the human beings who have suffered heavy casualties, regardless of high or low, like leaving an ant nest that is tired of playing!"

He deliberately put the accent on the politically incorrect word "regardless of high and low", but all the members of the audience also became solemn because of this.

Although no one can talk about "noble" life and "lowly" life in recent decades, it does not prevent everyone from knowing clearly in their hearts.

"The global economy is hopeless, let's respect reality!"

After calming down the audience, Walker's voice lowered a bit, but his tone was still cold to everyone's bones.

"The development of finance is essentially the public's optimistic expectations for the future. But now"

"Humanity has fallen from the top of the food chain, and no one can run an economy where the lives of the masses are at risk at any moment. Nobody!"

"This is a revolution! A revolution like never before!"

"Since entering the Stone Age, human beings have to fight and fight again! Not for property, not for power, not for that damned, uncontrollable lower body!"

"It's for the most basic and simple appeal - survival!"

Walker looked around everyone again, and this time even though his heart was still horrified, no one dared to avoid his sight.

"You think that the honorable gentleman's war with Muto is to protect the United States?"

"For the 'Lighthouse of Freedom'? For countless money, luxury cars, yachts? For Hollywood's Minami, the sweet beauty who can shake your waist while sitting on you?"

There was faint laughter from the ground.

Crude jokes were a common tactic in speeches, which they took as a sign that Walker wanted to lighten the mood.

But the smart man frowned. The content of his speech now has nothing to do with ordinary speeches.

Walker showed a half-smile expression in cooperation, staring at everyone.

But in the next moment, his smile was frozen in deep anger.

"Are you guys filled with shit?!"

The unadorned vicious curses shocked all the audience in the conference room.

"That respectable gentleman, what he wants to protect is the world's number one industrial country! It is the world's top three food producing country! It is a technologically powerful country that can have dozens or hundreds of colleges and universities and can output high-level talents in batches!"

"Luxury cars, yachts, beauties. Use your pitiful brains! Do you think these things have even a little bit of value in his eyes?"

Walker desperately used his knuckles mockingly, trying to draw a small enough concept, he pinched his knuckles until they turned white.

"It is to protect these fragile, interconnected production relations that he will go to war with that damn Muto!"

"Who the fuck cares about the wishes of the common people? Who the fuck wants to save the assets of Wall Street bankers?"

"Even if Lehman Brothers gave me their son of a bitch company now, it's not as good as a controlling interest in Monsanto in my eyes! Even 1%!"

After finishing speaking, Walker looked at the silent venue and exhaled.

Then he leisurely put down the gavel, and straightened his tie and cufflinks.

The hysterical ferocity and ferocity of his speech seemed to disappear in an instant.

It was like being back in the White House and being the suave "nice guy" Walker again.

"My colleagues, the purpose of the meeting is to reach consensus."

"The destruction of the financial industry has been irreparable, and everyone has tried their best to save it, but unfortunately, there is nothing we can do."

Walker showed an expression of understanding to the audience, and the congressmen looked at each other, did they "dedicate themselves"?
Never mind, nod!

So they agreed.

"But, the future world should have a tone, right?"

All eyes looked expectantly at Walker on stage.

He didn't give a damn either.

"In the future, the secondary industry will flourish because it is the cornerstone of human survival and development. The primary industry will also flourish because we need it to support the population for our secondary industry, and it is also the foundation of all ordinary people in this world. Source of security. But the tertiary industry”

Walker had a reserved and proud smile, as dignified as an old European aristocrat.

"It will exist, but it only exists. Because everyone here needs fun, and the people also need fun. More importantly, the monsters are strong. Their desires are still burning, and we should satisfy them no matter what. "

The MPs in the audience nodded in agreement.

"As for human rights? Discrimination? Everyone knows these rhetoric, and they all know it well."

"There is no doubt about it—they are all rubbish that will prevent us from surviving in the harsh world to come!"

The shocking speech came out of Walker's mouth lightly, and at this time, no one in the audience would be surprised by it.

"Neither will the people say anything, for they will long ago be frightened like quail by the brutal storms of the 'outside world'. The plight of those without strength and shelter will keep them awake. So .”

Walker gestured to a black man in a suit and tie in the audience.

"Get to work, Mr. Myron."

"Your Excellency, 'action' means...?" The black stood up bewildered.

If he is not confused, then his power is about the army.And the president mentioned him at this time
"National Guard out, fully armed, full bombs, armored vehicles, fighter jets, helicopter gunships."

Walker's calm words made the black man sweat coldly.

"what are you talking about"

"I'll give you a casualty indicator of 50. Before this indicator is exhausted, you must transfer those 300 million people safely."

Walker leaned against the speaker's table, his cold eyes prevented the black man from saying "no".

"There's no 'human rights' anymore, Mr. Myron. Dogs are worse for distressed people. We're saving them, aren't we?"

"The only time the United States was ever bombed by air was when white people bombed nigger neighborhoods, and now you can bomb white neighborhoods."

Walker said nonchalantly the words that were listed as taboo before today.

"No, Your Excellency, I'm Not Racist"

"I don't care! Myron!"

The black man stared blankly at the president who interrupted him.

"I don't give a damn if you nigga are racist or not, I just need you to show them that trying to defend their property and liberty with a bunch of shitty toys in their hands is a joke!"

"They don't even have an F22, and they have it?!"

"I want you to shoot, set fire, and bomb! Drive those stubborn civilians out of their houses and stuff them in shelters away from the river!"

"I have to emphasize one thing to you: this is the job Mr. Baitang entrusted to me, and I don't want to mess it up, not at all! But if you dare to mess it up"

"W-I completely understand!"

The black man left his seat almost at a trot, and knocked down a clerk in a panic on the way.

While watching his leaving back, the old voice of the Speaker next to Walker came.

The old man who has weathered the storm has already recovered his composure.

"Are you sure you're sober, Walker? You don't look like just three million dead, but like the sun is going out tomorrow."

"Does the two make any difference to my political career, Mr. Dupont?"

"...really not."

The Speaker stared at Walker with great interest, as if meeting him for the first time.

"I also listened to Mr. Whitehall's speech on 'split,' Walker."

"so what?"

"No, under the will of those people, the old DuPont and his family are no different from little bugs, they can't do anything. It's just that I wanted to go to the south to see Donald's luxury hotel, but now...it seems like the Walker family's The Northern Manor, after removing the complex carvings on the surface, is still worth visiting."

old fox.

Walker cursed inwardly.

But then, he sneered, and under the dazed gaze of the speaker, Walker picked up the coffee cup in his hand.

Greeting him as elegantly as if holding a glass of champagne.

"'Superficial sculpting'. A good metaphor. We've all been wearing this coat of 'civilization' for too long, Mr. Dupont. So long that we have forgotten how to survive and make a fortune in a barbaric age."

"It seems that the Walker family has found memories?"

The speaker was still testing, but Walker just smiled and drank his coffee.

The bottom of the cup, which was still stained with coffee, was directly printed on the speaker's previous meeting minutes.

It is full of dazzling data, symbols representing currencies, and complicated financial analysis.

Walker propped his hands on the table and looked down at the old man with a smile.

"Welcome back to the great age of grinding teeth and sucking blood, Mr. Dupont."

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