I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 137 Logan: Too Many People Hate America, We Need to Take Strong Measures

Logan's expression froze between extreme shock and indescribable absurdity, his muscles twitching slightly.

He lowered his head, seemingly stunned by the sudden news and needing a moment to process it—otherwise, he feared he wouldn't be able to hide the smile in his eyes.

In Hoover's view, this was undoubtedly a manifestation of intense inner struggle and painful weighing of options—the reaction one would expect from a young man about to betray his family background.

“I understand, Logan, this may be a difficult decision for you,” Hoover broke the silence, trying to persuade the young man, “but you must realize that this is a golden opportunity for you to prove your personal loyalty to America!”

He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, but what he ultimately said was still a dry, realistic assessment: "You know, the O'Connor family is in a high-risk industry after all. The boundaries between their 'business' and the law are always too blurry."

"If you accept my offer to join the Bureau of Investigation and serve the country's security, it will at least leave your family with a legal and bright future. Logan, it's a guarantee, a wise choice."

It's clear that the future FBI director isn't good at making empty promises; even when offering a condition that the other party can't refuse, it sounds like he's just reading a case briefing.

But Logan looked up as if waking from a dream, waving his hands frantically: "No, no, no! Chief, you've completely misunderstood!"

His voice rose eight octaves, filled with eagerness and joy, "I'm not struggling! I'm overjoyed! So overjoyed I can't even speak!"

"I do! I'm 100% willing to join the Bureau of Investigation!" Logan spoke rapidly, like a machine gun. "This is the opportunity I've always dreamed of! To serve the great United States and eliminate all those who threaten our nation! This is the honor of my life!"

Not willing?
What reason is there not to want to?
Is there anything more fun than letting arsonists join the fire brigade and the biggest destroyers join the future strongest law enforcement?
A mischievous, immense sense of excitement replaced the initial feeling of absurdity.

A voice inside Logan was laughing maniacally. What's a double life? I'm going to challenge myself to live a triple life!

Before Hoover could even feel gratified, Logan turned around and offered him empty promises.

This painting even made the ambitious Hoover's heart tremble.

The young man suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming with fervent light, as if summoned by some sacred mission.

"Too many people hate America!"

"Too many people and too many forces are eyeing us from the outside and trying to erode us from within! Our country is far too insecure! We need to strike hard! We need an iron fist!"

At that moment, a figure with a mustache overlapped with Logan, pacing back and forth, waving his arms like a radical giving a wartime mobilization speech.
"The current Bureau of Investigation has too little power! Too many constraints! We need to expand the power of intelligence agencies, significantly expand it!"

"We need to establish a secret police organization covering the entire United States, to place every citizen, from members of Congress to homeless people on the streets, under strict loyalty scrutiny!"

Hoover's pupils suddenly contracted.

Logan, however, did not pause for a moment. "We must establish a comprehensive loyalty vetting system that covers every citizen! Everyone must prove their loyalty to America! Any doubt must be investigated! We must make loyalty an instinct in the blood of every citizen!"

Logan's remarks are becoming increasingly bold.

"Furthermore, Director, the Bureau of Investigation should never be content with being merely an after-the-fact law enforcement agency, passively responding to crime."

"It must permeate the American education system and media network! The kind of education children receive from a young age, and the kind of news citizens see every day, determine the nation's ideology and soul! We must grasp this soul!"

Logan paused, letting the idea settle in Hoover's mind, before adding, "It should be integrated with the most important think tanks, funding research, guiding strategic direction, influencing the country's elite, and even dominating policy-making!"

Hoover's heart began to race. Some of these thoughts had existed vaguely in his mind, but never before had they been expressed so clearly and systematically.

Logan had already begun urging Hoover to take the position—unaware that the code name "Director" was given to Hoover by some unlucky fellow, and he only assumed it reflected Hoover's ambition—"America needs an 'invisible government' hidden beneath the guise of democracy! A core force that exists beneath the formal government structure, yet is more efficient, stronger, and more enduring! This force is unaffected by electoral politics, unshaken by presidential changes, and eternally safeguards the fundamental interests of America!"

"And our Director of the Bureau of Investigation will be America's true, never-ending 'parallel president'! A helmsman who ensures the nation always stays on the right track! His will will run through the blood of the nation!"

"Parallel President!"

This word struck Hoover like a bolt of lightning.

At that time, he was just an assistant director of the Bureau of Investigation. Although he was ambitious, he never thought that he could become the director of the FBI for decades, let alone imagine that he could become a "parallel president".

Logan's words were like a key, unlocking a Pandora's box deep within his heart.

A completely controllable society, a country with no dissenting voices, only "correct" ideas, and an America where "professionals" like him ensure its lasting security...

"Enough!" Hoover suddenly shouted, leaning back abruptly in his chair, his voice trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart, which had been racing because of Logan, and regain his usual composure and sense of control.

Something seems off.

Shouldn't I be the one making empty promises to this young man? How did it become the young man making empty promises to him?

And the drawing is damn well done... it perfectly matches his most extreme subconscious dream.

Hoover had also felt that, given Logan's background, his loyalty to America might not be entirely pure.

Looking back now, Hoover felt that Logan seemed too loyal to the country!
He looked at Logan again with a scrutinizing gaze: "I thought you only advocated the freedom thing?"

Logan was silent for a moment, the previous fervor receding like the tide, replaced by a bitter smile born of experience.
"I have seen too many social ulcers, too many internal parasites, too many incompetent and useless worms occupying high positions, slowly gnawing away at the body of our country... and I am powerless to do anything about it!"

“I often call for freedom because in this environment, rather than letting these parasites mess things up on stage and lead the country astray, it is better to call for complete freedom, do nothing, and let the market and society operate on their own!”

“But today,” Logan’s voice rose again, “today, I have the honor of being invited to join the Bureau of Investigation. I am so excited that I cannot contain myself, so I dare to speak to you about my ideal of the ultimate order!”

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes seeming a little moist, as if he was trying his best to suppress his tears of excitement.

Hoover listened silently, an image of a young man surfacing in his mind: born into a mafia family, having witnessed the darkest side of society; highly educated, full of idealism, and yearning to change society; disillusioned by the corruption and incompetence of government agencies, turning instead to the call for freedom to express his indignation and even criticism…

That makes sense!

This is a story of a disillusioned young patriot who has turned to seeking extreme solutions, becoming even more determined.

As for his extreme solutions... Hoover declined to comment.

“Very good.” Hoover finally regained his composure, his face returning to its poker-card expression. “Your enthusiasm and…insights have impressed me. From now on, you are a member of the Bureau of Investigation.”

"Your code name is 'Sun'. Remember, you are only responsible for me."

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(End of this chapter)