1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

How come this guy didn't get anesthetized? Luckily it happened before the operation, not during it!

After Hughie was quickly given more anesthesia, the operation officially began.

Like the Chinese doctors who had witnessed the UMP40 surgery, the doctors in Texas were completely stunned by the performance and operation of the G36.

"Prepare the autologous blood transfusion equipment...Vicryl Plus antibacterial sutures...largest vascular clamps and deep retractors...epinephrine on standby...Everyone else, follow my instructions, or leave."

Simple, direct and unquestionable orders came out of her mouth. Every word was a precise instruction. There was no explanation, no discussion, only absolute control.

But this only shows that the surgeon has a strong personality - it is better to say that almost everyone who is qualified to stand in front of the operating table and serve as the surgeon has this personality.

Therefore, what was most astonishing was Sandolesi's incredibly fast and precise movements—incision, hemostasis, exposure of the surgical field...without a single hesitation or unnecessary movement, each step flowed like flowing water, as if the human body before her was completely transparent.

Whether it was the terrifyingly steady fingers when reaching into the abdominal cavity to deal with the tricky retroperitoneal hematoma, or the lightning-fast suturing skills with perfect uniform stitch length when dealing with ruptured intestinal tubes, both far exceeded the limits of top human surgeons.

During the entire operation, her expression did not change at all, and her breathing was so steady that it seemed non-existent. Only her ice-blue eyes were focused on every detail within the surgical wound, as if she was running a preset, flawless program.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When Sandolesi finally clamped the two severely deformed and blood-stained .45 bullets and dropped them into the metal curved tray, and then completed the subsequent finishing work such as flushing, drainage, abdominal closure and suturing, all the medical staff subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly realized:

Damn it?

?

How come less than an hour had passed? "...I'll leave the rest to you."

Sandolesi maintained his impassive demeanor. He gently placed a hand on Huey's wrist, confirming his vital signs were stable. Then he removed his gloves, stepped aside, and picked up a sterile evidence bag. He placed the two bloody bullets inside, sealed it, and turned to give his orders:

"Transfer to intensive care, closely monitoring infection indicators and intraperitoneal conditions... I'll take the warhead with me and present it to His Excellency the President as key evidence."

After saying this, Sandolesi ignored the astonished, awed, and even terrified looks of the crowd, took off his white coat, turned around, and left the emergency room.

However, she did not leave Austin. Instead, she went to visit the injured guards and asked about the situation. Then she came to the assassination scene that had been blocked by NGWs for investigation.

The scene was well-preserved—the body still remained in the pose it had taken in its suicide, slumped against the cold stone wall, its head tilted back, a horrifying hole in the back of its skull. Sticky blood and grayish-white matter splattered across the beige marble in a glaring fan-shaped pattern.

His mouth was twisted and deformed by the insertion of the gun barrel, and his front was soaked with the filth sprayed out by himself. An old Colt M1911.45 ACP fell at his feet, and the muzzle still had blackened marks from firing. Three yellow bullet casings were scattered not far away.

Although Sandolesi's dress seemed a little out of place, no one tried to verify her identity. Her unique temperament and face, as delicate as Ms. Field's, which was not human, were the best proof.

Because of this assassination, the atmosphere at the scene and throughout Austin was extremely tense. Everyone stared intently at their surroundings, fearing that another assassin would appear. However, Sandolesi didn't care at all. Instead, she comforted the captain she was questioning:

"Sir, don't be too nervous. Order your men not to point your guns at the people."

"But...but...that bastard from Texas."

After such a big incident, even if Ms. Field did not pursue responsibility, the captain himself would feel very guilty and would want to conduct a comprehensive manhunt in Austin and Texas.

"Ms. Field doesn't think there are any assholes in Texas who would dare to do this, nor does she think the people here would treat those who advocate for them in this way."

“? ? ? ”

Washington on the other side.

"...male, white, approximately 35-40 years old, of medium to thin build, wearing ordinary overalls and a frayed jacket, no different from the surrounding disaster victims, for easy disguise... The Lone Star Never Sets... Never Forget the Alamo (Texas independence slogan)... Hehe..."

Two days later, all the information had been gathered in Washington. Springfield finished reading the investigation report sent by Sandolesi and handed it to Roosevelt beside him with a sneer:

"It seems that some bastards have really been pushed to the limit."

Roosevelt didn't respond. He quickly flipped through the report, marveling at the speed and meticulousness of the investigation. It was terrifying.

No wonder "Ms. 36" was specifically assigned by President Field to handle this matter. However, Roosevelt himself was no ordinary person. After five minutes, he came to two preliminary conclusions:

1. The consistent placement of the bullet shells, the fact that the safety was engaged before the shots were fired, the rapid and continuous firing, and the meticulously maintained pistol all indicate that the shooter's shooting was skillful and consistent, and that he possessed excellent psychological qualities and had received professional training. He was definitely not an ordinary disaster victim.

2. The timing was excellent (Springfield had just taken his men away), the target was clear (the core executor of the Texas Purge), and the method was clean (three quick shots followed by suicide)... This shows that the killer was most likely not a lone wolf, and there must be someone supporting and planning behind the scenes.

"...suicide attack, carrying a Texas Lone Star flag, embroidered with 'Never Forget the Alamo' on his jacket, shouting 'The Lone Star Never Sets' during the assassination...the reference is so explicit, Ms. Field, it's like having 'Texas secessionists did this' tattooed on your face."

"Yeah, it's amazing..."

A cold arc appeared on Chuntian's lips, and there was no smile in his eyes:

"A well-trained, psychologically strong, and decisive assassin would be so foolish as to shout slogans revealing his political stance while assassinating a federal senator and a presidential envoy? He even wore an identity badge, fearing we wouldn't be able to find our way? Ah, we've been underestimated!"

"Um..."

Roosevelt was also quite skeptical about this.

Although we still cannot rule out the possibility that some stupid people in Texas who have lost their minds and interests "acted alone", when Sandolehi dug out all the details, the smell of careful frame-up was too strong to ignore.

However, this is probably also because the planners of the attack did not expect that Ms. Field would have someone as capable as Ms. Sandolesi under her command.

"There is no doubt that, after excluding the remote possibility of a lone wolf operation, this was a carefully prepared frame-up."

Haruta replied decisively:

"It's certainly true that the murderer is from Texas. The calluses on his hands and the mud on the soles of his shoes are proof of that. He might indeed have some degree of 'Lone Star' complex, and the badge might be his personal belief;"

"But the style of this entire operation is definitely not something a bunch of desperate Texas redneck politicians could pull off. If they had this ability, they would have used it to fight NGW long ago, instead of sitting in the 'reflection point' and crying their eyes out like they are now."

"At the very least, if the Texans had really gone mad after drinking too much horse piss, they should have tried to kill me too, instead of just trying to break my sharpest bayonet."

"...So, it's more like someone is deliberately trying to stir up trouble between the federal government and Texas?"

"Yes."

The two of them fell silent, their minds racing through all the possibilities.

Who has the ability? Who has the motivation?

Who most wants to see the conflict between the federal government and Texas completely intensify and escalate into an irreversible bloody confrontation?

After a moment, the two spoke almost simultaneously, their answers similar yet somewhat different: "The remnants of the consortium!"

"Jews!"

Springfield nodded slightly, indicating that Roosevelt should speak first.

"DuPont, Morgan, Rockefeller... You may have broken the backbones of these guys, and even had their property confiscated and their families exterminated. But even a wounded snake's venom is still deadly. They dare not say it, but they must hate you to the core in their hearts."

Roosevelt analyzed:

"Texas, or rather, the entire American South, is the largest and most intense testing ground for your New Deal and the expansion of federal power. It is their last possible bastion of influence and the most likely powder keg for provoking trouble;"

"Huey is digging deep in Texas. They certainly want to see him die, but they hope even more that his death will provoke you to carry out a more brutal and thorough cleansing of Texas in your rage! This will trigger..."

"A rebound, a violent rebound."

Chuntian continued:

"The deeply rooted states' rights advocates and conservatives in Texas and throughout the South will be completely cornered. They will believe that the federal government wants to wipe them out. Fear and anger will overwhelm the fragile goodwill that has just been built up due to disaster relief..."

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Seeing Springfield so clear-headed, Roosevelt was completely relieved.

Although he had long known that this woman, his boss, friend, savior and idol, would never act as she pleased.

"That's right! If that happens, armed resistance and separatist sentiment will spread like wildfire, ultimately plunging the entire United States into division, turmoil, and even civil war! Only when the world is in chaos will these ghosts hiding in the shadows have a chance to fish in troubled waters and make a comeback!"

"Well, they've perfectly shifted the blame onto local Texas forces, completely deflecting attention and exonerating themselves... That's pretty much how your consortium has behaved these past few years since your uncle's beating... I really hope our current opponents are still as 'upright' as they once were."

After hearing Springfield's words and thinking of his uncle the president, Roosevelt couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Yes, the financial groups that my uncle faced back then were more lawless and arrogant, but in a sense, they were indeed easier to deal with.

Because they are a group of arrogant idiots who dare to publicly declare that they are "the real masters of the United States", "the permanent emperors of all Americans", "the federal government is nothing but our dog", and "any worker who dares to express dissatisfaction should be machine-gunned" and put it into practice.

It’s a pity that such a big idiot is now on the verge of extinction.

It’s all uncle’s fault.

(Compared to the capitalists of the Roosevelt era, Bill Gates, Zuckerberg, Musk, Trump, and even Epstein of Lolita Island... are all law-abiding, morally upright citizens. This is irrefutable.)

"Then why do you think it's Jewish?" Roosevelt asked with some confusion.

It's not that he thinks the Jews don't have this motive - after all, Springfield had already publicly denied the significance of the Jews' existence and their special status as "God's chosen people," denied the legitimacy of Judaism, and declared that he wanted to "destroy Judaism";

Although most American Jews immediately declared their separation from Judaism and even publicly trampled on Jewish scriptures to show their complete break, organizations are made up of people and it is impossible for everyone to do so. There will inevitably be some extremists and religious fanatics who will not change their minds.

However, in Roosevelt's view, although the Jews were rich, they were ultimately more like "wanderers who had become rich overnight and a reserve piggy bank" and did not necessarily have such mobility and political influence.

This is not Roosevelt's fault for "neglecting".

People today, who have not witnessed the arrogance, sinister tactics and political influence of Jewish forces during the Reagan era, especially after the new century, find it difficult to imagine that this group, which has long been excluded by mainstream European and American society and is like a stray dog, can possess such power.

You know, it was only less than 40 years ago that the "First World Zionist Congress," which has almost become a joke in rumors, was held!

What about wealthy Jews?

The United States is a capitalist country!

How can a country that doesn't even do its best to protect and indulge its rich people still have the nerve to call itself capitalist?

"Don't underestimate them, Franklin."

Haruta shook his head:

"The fact that the Jews have survived for thousands of years without decline is not simply due to the kindness of other nations or the constraints and requirements of Catholic doctrine; their own cunning tolerance and fanatical faith are also key factors;"

"I destroyed their financial tycoons, trampled on the foundation of their faith, and deprived them of their special status as 'God's chosen people.' It can be said that I destroyed the very foundation of their existence. However, this destruction is currently based on my personal prestige and has not yet become a consensus among the entire nation.

"Therefore, as long as I and my cause are destroyed, their 'great plan' may still be revived - as long as they hold power or control those who hold power and continue to brainwash the people;"

"Then, assassinating Huey, my important political ally, would severely damage my core team. If the blame is successfully placed on me, it would likely incite internal strife among different ethnic groups and states in the United States. The Jews would then be ignored or even temporarily won over..."

"Ah... when that day comes, the world will be filled with a large number of 'wise mediators' or 'pitiful victims'... This scenario has been played out countless times in history, right? If we're not careful, it will only happen more in the future."

Roosevelt fell into deep thought.

Although there was no evidence, and although he didn't know whether the United States would develop to the point where "being anti-Semitic is anti-Semitic, disagreeing with Jews is anti-Semitic, and keeping silent is also anti-Semitic", with his profound political literacy, he knew that this possibility did exist, and it was not low.

Besides, for people like them who are at the pinnacle of power—especially someone with his personality—is the so-called "evidence" really that important?

It is enough to have reasonable suspicion.

"Also, the killer could have killed Huey with one shot, but he chose to shoot him twice in the abdomen. It was as if he wanted to cause Huey maximum pain rather than kill him instantly... What do you think was the reason?"

"This... should be a threat to us..."

Roosevelt was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "They are testing!"

As mentioned above, this assassination was too "clean and neat," much neater than the assassination of Lincoln. However, the fact that the assassination was not fatal just exposed the level of power behind the scenes:

This was by no means the death throes of the remnants of the Texas regime, but rather a precise and bloody "stress test" of the core personnel of the Field regime by a force with powerful resources, professional capabilities and ruthless determination;

Hiding in the shadows, these vermin cast the first blood-stained stone, waiting to see how Washington's "Saintly President" would respond—would she suppress her rage and trudge on? Would she panic and reveal her flaws? Or would she unleash an even more violent and bloody storm?

Obviously, there is no harm in either case.

"Yes, it's testing my reaction speed, testing NGW's emergency response capabilities, testing the defensive strength and psychological resilience of my core circle, and even more so, testing my bottom line in the face of open and bloody provocation..."

Springfield pointed at Roosevelt:

"The enemy of my enemy is only a temporary ally. The forces we once offended have likely united as never before... Franklin, be careful. Their next target could very well be you!"

33

The office fell silent again. After a long while, Roosevelt asked softly:

"You should have an idea, right, Field?"

"Franklin, what do you think will be the most profound change in America as a result of this disaster relief effort, and especially my jumping into the floodwaters?"

"Sacrifice, faith, true cohesion and unity... As long as people believe that the federal government not only has the final say but will always be their strongest umbrella of protection, the concept of state rights will be greatly weakened."

Roosevelt replied without hesitation:

"From now on, the United States will have the possibility to truly shape and possess its own soul, becoming a truly integrated nation, rather than a mere alliance of profit-seeking businessmen, drawn together by profit and dispersed when the profit is gone."

"But it's not enough."

"not enough?"

"Not enough... because this country has been plagued by deep-seated problems since its founding. Too many old forces lurk beneath the surface... I can't be President of the United States forever, and my successor probably won't be able to hold the same prestige as me..."

This sounded extremely "arrogant", but Roosevelt knew that Springfield was not exaggerating at all.

Although he had long been regarded by the outside world as "Ms. Field's most loyal lackey and successor", he knew very well that it was almost impossible for him to reach her level.

"...Therefore, while I still have the ability, I must thoroughly uncover the filth that has accumulated deep within this nation's foundations, expose it to the scorching sun, and completely reshape this country, making it a true kingdom of God on earth."

"thorough.."

Roosevelt was stunned, and then he took a breath: "You want to expand... No? You mean..."