Ms. Trish certainly didn't know that her warning to the second lady was not only useless, but also gave her a new problem.
Moreover, it was a big problem!
But even if she knew, she couldn't stop it. She didn't have the qualifications to intervene in this kind of trouble. She could only watch it happen.
In the Federation, a lot of laws were enacted to protect the politicians during their term of office, and the protection for the president was the most extreme. Although many presidents in history were sued by ordinary people, that was only because they allowed it.
Or it could be said that those were only cases where the presidents were willing to cooperate, and more cases were not disclosed.
Just the provision that the president was exempt from all kinds of legal liability during his term of office could make any lawsuit meaningless to them!
They could go to court and accept those lawsuits because they knew that they would definitely win, or even if they lost, it wouldn't add any negative effects to themselves.
Just like the president who said in court, "I will never f * cking swear again." People didn't dislike him for swearing. Instead, they felt that this president was very real.
He was so real that he would also use the word "fuck" to express his emotions and views when he spoke. His image in the public was not destroyed because of this, but he gained more people's support.
Politicians were never a simple group. If anyone was deceived by those politicians on TV who were even worse than the mentally handicapped people in the orphanage, then it was hard to say who was the fool.
The president, who had all kinds of privileges, naturally had all kinds of responses. If someone paid too much attention to his private life … it was likely to get into big trouble!
A few days slipped away from people almost in the blink of an eye. The society didn't have any negative comments about the president winning first place in the bowling competition.
He didn't get any money, which made the people believe that this was not a transaction of money and power, and the lady in second place almost won him, just by one point. It didn't seem like an act, everything was so real.
The society's response to the president being able to participate in the increasingly popular sports with ordinary people was very positive.
Just as people were celebrating the Federation having a very friendly and kind president, the battle in the northern Marilyn started again.
Ryan leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. Just a minute ago, he was injured.
He didn't know why, but the warlords in this small city had a very strong sense of resistance. They were still outside the city, but the battle had already started. There were gunshots and explosions everywhere.
He looked down at his thigh, and the bleeding had stopped. The bullet didn't hit his thigh, but entered from a very shallow position, and then flew out from the outside.
The bullet didn't stay in the muscle. He just needed to clean the wound and then suture it.
His suturing skills were good, at least for now.
His comrade threw a grenade at the house opposite. After the whole bungalow shook violently, the gunshots here seemed to stop for a moment.
But in the next moment, bullets were fired from other places. It was as if there were people hiding everywhere shooting at them.
This was the most tenacious resistance and the most resistance Ryan had ever experienced!
"These people are crazy!"
He gritted his teeth and said. Then, he quickly stuck his head out to look around before retracting his head back.
In the next second, a few bullets landed on the floor in the room. Ryan shook his head. "There are too many. I can't even see. There's a person behind the window with a flower pot on the second floor at three o 'clock. There's someone behind the wooden grille on the first floor at ten o' clock. I only see these two."
His comrade nodded. "Attract the fire."
Ryan looked at his comrade and moved his lips, but no sound came out.
His comrade looked at him. "You must be scolding me."
Ryan rolled his eyes and quickly ran to the other side. He ran between the windows and immediately attracted enough fire. His comrade quickly turned around, half-squatted, and placed the gun on the window edge. He aimed at the silhouette of a person behind the window with a flower pot on the second floor on the right and pulled the trigger.
The bullet spun out of his weapon, and in the next moment, it sank into a man's head.
With a bang, a window opened behind the man's head. Brain matter and blood splattered all over the room!
The roof, the walls, and the floor were all covered in those damned things. They were sticky, wet, and disgusting. They made people feel terrified.
"We've taken care of the three o 'clock ones. I'll find a good position to deal with the ten o' clock ones …"
The two of them discussed and dealt with the situation. They were just trying their best. Since the outbreak of the battle, they had only advanced one street, and a day had passed.
They didn't know if there was something particularly important here. It was incredible that these people could resist until now.
At this time, the command vehicle at the rear was also in disbelief. The battles they encountered before were often concentrated in a few areas, such as the city center or places that were easy to defend and hard to attack.
A situation like this had never happened before. Originally, the command vehicle planned to advance to the city center before nightfall.
They were facing a small city. Even if they walked, two hours was enough for them to reach the city center, and that was not the distance in a straight line.
But in reality, it had been close to nine hours, and they had advanced less than a hundred meters.
Those people were sniping them like crazy. This was also the first time these commanders and Blackstone Security's field staff experienced what a real "meat grinder" was like.
They were clearly annihilating the enemy, and they were clearly suffering casualties, but it was still difficult to advance.
They couldn't even cross the distance of one street!
The commanders were silent for a while, and decided to use the bombers to cover the area with saturation bombing.
Not long after the radio waves were sent out, they received a response from the airport. The bombers were loading and checking. They were expected to bomb the designated target in forty minutes.
Then, the command vehicle issued orders to all the frontline troops, asking them to start evacuating in twenty minutes. They had to evacuate out of the city in thirty minutes. After the bombing was over, they would confirm whether to attack again.
This information made the frontline attackers breathe a sigh of relief. With the bombers, the pressure on their offensive side would be greatly reduced.
Ryan also received the news in time. He looked at his companion who was lying on the ground with his head covered in dust and grinned. "I feel that our efforts just now were meaningless. They should have bombed earlier."
There was some bright red blood in the gauze on Ryan's leg. In order to attract fire and observe the enemy's fire, he ran continuously in the house and risked being hit.
In the end, when he heard that they were going to bomb, he felt that all the danger he took just now was in vain.
If he was hit, wouldn't that mean … he wanted to curse again?
He didn't like to curse when he was in the army, but now he couldn't help it.
In the end, he cursed a few times, but his comrade just grinned. "Okay, they need time to react. Who knew that these people would go crazy as if they had eaten poisonous mushrooms."
"Who would have expected that?"
The two of them talked for a while behind the bunker, then looked at the time and began to retreat. Twenty-seven minutes later, they had completely left the city.
Just as the Federation was retreating on a large scale, a flag suddenly rose in the city, and on it was written …
"Federation people, get out of here!"
This flag was faithfully recorded by some war reporters with their cameras. They felt that this would be a good subject for a story. If they sold it to the media, they could sell it for a lot of money.
At the thirty-sixth minute, a slight buzzing sound in everyone's ears cheered them up. For the current battlefield, things like bombers were simply against the rules.
People waved something in their hands and saluted the planes and pilots. Then, they watched as the bombing formation flew over the city and dropped bombs one after another. They watched as … one of the planes suddenly fell!
A bomber spun and fell to the ground with black smoke coming out of it. Then, it triggered a violent explosion. The terrible effect of the bomb and fuel explosion caused the flames to soar twenty to thirty meters high, maybe even higher.
The remaining bombers in the sky began to pull up frantically. Everyone stared in disbelief at the place where the flames dissipated. They had no idea what had happened.
At this time, the pilots of the bombing formation were frequently using the radio to communicate. The people on the ground might not have felt anything, but they had already sensed that something on the ground was targeting them.
The plane that crashed just now was destroyed by something on the ground. It didn't fall by itself.
"Hurry up and drop the bombs. Return immediately after dropping them. We might be in trouble!"
The news was quickly transmitted to the airport further behind. Half an hour later, as the remaining planes returned, the maintenance staff found a lot of bullet holes in the fuselage of the four planes.
Researchers conducted an analysis at the scene. They believed that the plane that crashed was very likely to have its wings destroyed, causing it to fall.
Because the wings of these four planes were intact, although the fuselage suffered obvious damage, it didn't constitute a fatal injury.
This news was quickly transmitted back to the Federation. After all, planes were still in a mythical stage. The destruction of a plane at this time would have a great impact on many things.
At this moment, in Mr. Vaudric's manor, Lynch was tasting a delicious steak.
The steak was cut very thick. The texture of this kind of steak was very good, and the fat was evenly distributed. This also allowed it to be chewed even if it was fried for a long time.
On the contrary, because of the slightly charred surface, it gave people more enjoyment!
There were only the two of them at the table. They were chatting about some ordinary topics when the housekeeper suddenly appeared not far from them.
"Mr. Lynch, there's a call for you …"