Half an hour later, at the White House.
Blond Guy was loudly speaking in front of the reporters, "Arigo has no problems! All this talk about gods and tribes is fake news! Nobody understands maintaining stability better than !"
"What's more important right now is Los Angeles, those illegal immigrants! They're the ones who have thrown our country into chaos!"
"Newland has already surrendered to , the entire state of California will return to peace within twenty-four hours!"
Then, he saw his Chief of Staff winking at him, so he left the reporter group, "Don't worry, I need to handle sothing first, I'll be right back!"
He approached the Chief of Staff and asked loudly, "Hans, do you have good news for ?"
Hans Williams turned pale and pulled him aside, "Mr. President, news from California!"
Blond Guy was stunned, "What? Did Newland change his mind?"
"No, our newly established Special Affairs Departnt reports that because of yesterday's sacrificial ceremony, many tribes are planning to relocate to San Diego!" Chief of Staff Hans quickly explained.
Blond Guy waved his hand, "Let them move! As long as they're not protesting in the streets, let them move! They're just so indigenous people, what can they possibly do to us?"
Hearing this, Hans beca anxious, "That's not the case, sir! If they gather together, they'll form a larger tribe. What if so ambitious person really manages to unite them? It could shake our local governance!"
"Shake? Governance?" Blond Guy laughed, "Tell ! What governance do we have there?"
"My orders don't reach them, they don't listen to my words at all, the National Guard I sent can't even buy food and water there! Is this my problem? Do you still think we have any governance there?"
He waved his hand directly, "Let our people withdraw, just monitor the situation. We won't interfere, let Newland handle it himself!"
As the president who had returned to power for a second term, the highest ruler of this country who still controlled public opinion, he wasn't actually stupid.
He certainly understood what Newland and others ant by delegating authority earlier - they wanted him to fail in front of these tribes!
But since things had already reached this point, did they still expect him to take responsibility for the federation's stability? What wishful thinking!
California was a deep blue state, not his territory. If problems occurred, he wouldn't be the most anxious one!
Hearing this, Hans gradually understood, "You an... we don't interfere?"
"Right, don't interfere! Let California handle their own affairs!" Blond Guy narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "If they don't want to handle it either, let's send the indigenous people from our states over to them too!"
"Since they all think California isn't lively enough, let's make it even more lively for them!"
The Chief of Staff finally nodded, "Your will, sir!"
Blond Guy then walked back to the reporters and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlen, we have once again won a major battle... This will be a perfect victory, we have won..."
"We have always been winning, we will always win, we are still winning!"
"Bang!" A cup smashed into the LCD TV, causing the large television in the governor's office to go black.
Blond Guy's words were thus interrupted.
Newland glared furiously at the smiling man before him, wishing he could throw another cup at his face, "Now those tribes are migrating, why did you withdraw your people?"
The FBI Los Angeles Director chuckled and said, "Governor, you know, the White House is cutting costs recently, so today and tomorrow are our bureau's rest days..."
This excuse sounded reasonable, but Newland understood everything - Blond Guy's aning was clear: handle your own territory's affairs yourself.
After all, Native Aricans were legal citizens, not illegal immigrants.
If they could tolerate illegal immigrants, why couldn't they tolerate legal citizens?
Newland could almost imagine Blond Guy's smug face, that attitude of watching their misfortune, that pleasure in seeing trouble without caring how big it got.
But the other side could afford not to care, while he couldn't! Blond Guy only thought this was another simple farce, so strange public opinion created to oppose his rule.
Newland didn't dare think that way. Yesterday, that eagle flapped its wings and flew, and the vehicles it exploded were still sitting in one of their research institutes!
He had already reviewed all the scenes from yesterday!
Even though he had always firmly believed in atheism or that there was only one God, he had to admit one thing: these Native Arican gods already had the ability to threaten them!
If they could explode cars and drones, would planes and tanks be spared?
He certainly didn't think so!
"Get the National Guard!" Finally, Newland waved his hand to dismiss this FBI fatso who followed orders but not authority, and connected with the California National Guard.
"I order you to imdiately go to these locations and monitor their migration movents!" he said loudly, "But no matter what, do not fire your weapons, understand?"
"Yes! Governor!" the National Guard commander responded loudly, repeating his words, "Our mission is to ensure their relocation proceeds without issues and not to create conflicts!"
"Right!" Newland breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's proceed this way for now!"
Although among his ancestors, there were indeed those who would throw a rope and scalp a chief to make a pair of boots, Newland still didn't want to actively antagonize the other side.
His conflict with the White House had recently intensified completely. If real problems occurred, the other side would definitely pursue him relentlessly!
Because of this, even though the problem had reached a critical point, what both sides were still thinking about was how to make trouble for each other!
This made Bai Yang, who was standing in his office, feel sowhat awkward.
In his original design, as the true rulers of the United States, whether the one in the White House or the one before him, their priorities should have been correct!
Even though their conflict had completely intensified, when faced with the rise of indigenous people, what they should be doing now was putting aside their differences and jointly confronting this indigenous resurgence.
Bai Yang had even prepared the path for them - the Catholic forces represented by Father Angus and Sister Caroline!
If these two sides could fight, wouldn't his room for manipulation beco much larger?
Bai Yang wouldn't forget that the only way he could truly obtain Wish Force was through spiritual energy recovery and myth manifestation!
But now, on one hand they knew these supernatural phenona might be real and wanted contact, secretly engaging with both the Church and Native Aricans.
On the other hand, because of their almost irreconcilable conflicts, they were taking this extrely compromising attitude toward such matters.
They resembled Britain and France before World War II - even though they knew appeasent policy's only possible outco was making the future increasingly unmanageable, they still went ahead with it!
"What does this an? 'Internal pacification must co before external resistance,' is that it?" Bai Yang couldn't help but complain, why were both of them so abstract like that committee chairman?
"What exactly happened to this world's Arigo..." Bai Yang covered his forehead, "It seems like we need to administer strong dicine to make them truly oppose each other!"
He briefly browsed through the materials in the governor's office and found it eye-opening.
Information from the entire state of California converged here, with cases both large and small piled up.
He could see all kinds of matters appearing here, from overseas trade to civil disputes, from police-civilian clashes to street drug dealers, from comrcial cris to intentional homicide...
All the stories of the entire region were piled up in this not-so-large office.
As for other things like political donations, collusion between officials and businessn, factional strife... those were too nurous to count!
But these weren't actually the key point. What Bai Yang focused on was what was currently happening in Los Angeles - this massive protest and confrontation!
Many people were participating in protests and confrontations, and with so many people, conflicts were bound to occur.
What happened during their conflicts naturally made people more likely to believe.
After all, when crowds gather, passion and impulsiveness beco the main thes, while calmness and restraint essentially don't exist in group dynamics.
Soon, Bai Yang found so information that interested him in these materials:
"Cumulonimbus cloud warning? Because of cumulonimbus clouds, there's a high likelihood of tornadoes occurring here in the future? Ha, this is it!"
Bai Yang imdiately settled on his plan. Gods, if they don't create so natural disasters, how can they be called gods?
Tornadoes, such natural disasters, are quite suitable!
And there's even a very suitable candidate for the god!
PS: Thank you Squirrel Hang Don't Co Near for the 100 Qidian coin tip, much appreciated!
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