And the more capable ones were placed inside the government. Those who followed him but lacked ability were arranged to become entrepreneurs. His prestige reached such a level that he once formed a new political party, and half of the Republicans followed him in leaving the party! His charisma is evident. After all, it's common to be suppressed while trying to build a new federation, but there's no choice, he's too exceptional. From this, it's evident that Roosevelt's team has been established, from top to bottom, either students or former officials. This is also why he could control Congress. The Ramsfield family, where Bramo belongs, although never produced a president, has been rooted in the United States for nearly 200 years! Interests span across, and power is intertwined. Especially with Donald being killed, and the Ramsfield family members dying in The Pentagon's basement, all this made capital and most political parties very dissatisfied with the United States. Texas Governor Paul Constantine Stuart came out more than once saying, "Is the U.S. Government trying to kill us?" Here, "us" actually refers to the families. Otherwise, do you think just relying on a small city, Bramo could hold on for so long? Besides help from Mexico, there were many internally who were helping him too. "Your family has such widespread connections?" Casare said in astonishment. "Did Belsaria not mention? When she got married, among those who came were descendants from families like the Roosevelt Family, Kennedy family, and others." This immediately made Casare feel frustrated. However, he quickly adjusted his mindset: no matter how exceptional you are, aren't you still facing a catastrophe now, unlike us, who are the rising sun. Of course, he couldn't say such words aloud. "I think it's time for me to return to the frontline." Bramo thought for a moment and said, "I want to meet Worcester in Illinois State and let him start making choices in the tide of the era." "What if he disagrees?" Bramo's eyes suddenly turned fierce, "Then just kill him, anyone who can't stand with us will only be crushed by the trend!" After this young master fought for a while on the battlefield, he has grown so quickly. "I will report to Mr. Leader, but for now, you should still take care of your health. Would you like me to transport you to Mexico City?" Bramo thought for a while, hesitated, then shook his head, "I will go see Belsaria after I triumph." Casare nodded, not insisting, patted his shoulder, comforted him with a few words, and then left the room. He instructed the director outside, "Make sure to ensure the best medication and doctors." A group of people surrounded him as he went downstairs, refused the director's hospitality, got into the car, and departed. Just as they were driving out of the hospital, a person suddenly rushed out from the police line outside. With white, fluffy hair, his face could not be seen clearly, and he wasn't tall. He was wearing what looked like… a robe. He shouted incomprehensible things, but as soon as he ran a few steps, he was pinned down by nearby officers. Casare slightly rolled down the window, leaving only the width of a pinky. If he opened the window wide, got himself in a situation like Kennedy's, it would be regrettable. Once the window was opened, he understood. The person dressed like Indigenous people was pinned down, still hoarsely shouting, "Sitting Bull once prophesied, the United States will disintegrate, the stars in the sky will worship Mexico, a saint is to appear who will make rivers flow in reverse, who will move the Big Dipper, who will bring Native American civilization back to the North American Continent, he will lead the world to victory!" Sitting Bull is well-known, he was the leader of the Hunkpapa Tribe of Sioux, simultaneously serving as chief, witch doctor, prophet, etc., also an Indigenous hero fighting against the United States. Upon hearing this, Casare's expression turned peculiar, then he chuckled and shook his head, "Feudal superstition!" Victor has done it before. Human-shaped stones were found on the Rio Grande, Holy Mother Mary shedding tears. This technique is played so skillfully… This guy comes out with such an act now, isn't this akin to performing palace drama in front of Wu Zetian—quite useless? The convoy didn't stop and sped towards the airport. Seeing the car leave, that person struggled hard but eventually shut his mouth, his eyes looking bleak. Norman Schwartzkopf is having a headache now. It's a physical headache. He has to take painkillers. The emergence of the "Evil Dragon Plan" added more trouble to the already dire situation. At The Pentagon's entrance, there are hundreds of people waving flags, holding loudspeakers, pulling banners, and shouting for resignations. "Damn it, can't these troublesome citizens be quiet for a bit?" Norman Schwartzkopf angrily threw the teacup he was holding onto the ground, kicking the table with one foot… He hasn't paid attention to the angle, directly kicking with his toes, the intense pain made him break out in cold sweat, causing him to hop on the spot. Just then, Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller pushed the door open and entered, seeing the state of the other, couldn't hold back his gloomy face, "Sir, are you dancing?" Norman Schwartzkopf was so angry that his chest felt tight, trying hard to take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly, gritting his teeth, he pointed at the table like a child having a tantrum, "Have someone take this table away to burn!" He muttered and cursed for quite a while before remembering the main issue, raising his head to ask: "How's the internal investigation going? Who leaked the information?" Vice Admiral Calvin Waller shook his head, "Everyone has passed the lie detector…"