Chapter 584: They couldn't even be bothered to change the script!

Upon hearing this, Hillis and his staff shuddered.
"You...you really believe that the shooting was indeed a setup orchestrated by Fang Huan and CP?"
"CP was just wagging its tail at Fang Huan for help, and then 'coincidentally' someone shot it.
Is there such a coincidence?
And doesn't this kind of stunt seem familiar?
Think about Japan, where the former Prime Minister was assassinated—how tragic!
But strangely, the ruling party's approval rating immediately skyrocketed, and they won the election.
Damn it, this time Fang Huan didn't even bother changing the script!"
"But Congress has conducted an extremely thorough investigation, and even within our Democratic Party, we secretly investigated the possibility of CP orchestrating it, but we found nothing."
BD chuckled as if he'd heard the funniest joke of the century.
“My foolish children, your opponent is Fanghuan Investment!
That monster that even all our country's intelligence agencies can't find a single clue about!
What can you possibly uncover? Don't dream.”
BD waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.
“So, save your breath, go wash up and go to sleep.
From the very beginning, Fanghuan Investment chose to align itself with the Communist Party, with that madman, the CCP.
You were already out of the game.”
Anyway, the position of “President of the United States” is now no different from a scarecrow.
Rather than sitting on this meaningless throne and suffering endless torment, it's better to withdraw early and find another way out.
“I apologize for being a bit harsh. But that's all the advice I can give.” BD sat down again.
“If there's nothing else, let's call it a day. I'm tired.”
“…”
Everyone seemed to have their spines ripped out, standing up dejectedly, dragging their heavy steps out.
Hillis followed her aides to the door, but suddenly stopped.
“Mr. President, I’m not here today to ask you to salvage my approval rating.”
“Oh?”
“As you said, my foundation is shallow, my experience is lacking. My previous approval rating was merely a product of the times, a testament to the public’s trust in the Democratic Party.
So a single bullet could easily bring me back to square one.”
She paused, her eyes hardening with unprecedented determination.
“But if it were you, if you personally intervened, this would never have happened!”
“What are you trying to say?” BD’s brow furrowed slightly.
Hillis stepped forward, her gaze fixed intently into BD’s eyes.
"The final registration period for presidential candidates ends in just one week!"
"...?"
"Although the regulations vary slightly from state to state, our Democratic Party has about a week left to change candidates!
This might be... our last chance to win this war!"
BD, upon hearing this, was first taken aback, then chuckled and shook his head repeatedly:
"No, no, no, this responsibility is too heavy. My old bones can't bear it.
I'm already halfway to the grave. You guys, please don't torment me anymore."
"..."
Hilis was silent for a moment, lowered his head, and finally turned and left.
Watching her forlorn figure, BD felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly washed away by his longing for a blissful retirement.
"Hey, what can you do? Young people need to get tough to grow."
Frankly, what did this have to do with him?
His retirement plans were meticulously planned down to the minute—how many times he'd walk the dog, how many dungeons he'd run, how many beers he'd drink each day, everything was meticulously arranged.
He was counting down the days, just waiting for the day he was free to celebrate with champagne.
Asking him to switch sides and fight again at this point?
"Dream on! Absolutely not!"
He'd had enough of the hardship in this godforsaken place.
He didn't want to leave this mess to that poor girl, Hillis.
His only thought now was watching that idiot CP take over the position.
Let him experience being roasted over a fire, tortured to the point of near death, and regretting it to the core—that would be fun.
"Then, I'll be comfortably nestled on the sofa, cracking open an ice-cold beer...
Playing games while watching him wreak havoc in the White House—wouldn't that be wonderful?"
The thought of himself leading his guildmates in battle every day in the game...
while CP was being tormented to death by all sorts of nonsense in the White House brought a broad, chrysanthemum-like smile to BD's face.
***
Meanwhile, at CP's campaign headquarters.
The atmosphere was the complete opposite of the Democratic Party's gloomy mood; it was a veritable carnival, with champagne corks popping off the ceiling.
"Congratulations, Mr. President!"
"Congratulations! It seems your re-election... no, your election, is a done deal!"
"Ahem, keep it down, keep it down!" CP gestured with feigned modesty.
"Look at you guys, making it sound like the election is already over.
Ahem, remember, I'm still just a candidate, a candidate!"
CP spoke modestly, but his wide grin betrayed his inner elation.
Before, Hillis and the Democratic Party's support was an insurmountable mountain.
Now, he'd kicked that mountain over!
This kind of stunning reversal was enough to send dopamine levels soaring through any normal person!
Laughter erupted throughout the camp, and champagne bottles popped higher than fountains.
"Although the election is still some time away... but... what are the chances of us being overturned?"
"Basically zero," his aide confidently analyzed.
"Hilis's foundation was never solid. Her high approval ratings were entirely due to the changing situation in East Asia, which benefited the Democratic Party as a whole.
Plus, the 'first female president' hype gave her that initial momentum.
In reality, she has no real ability to turn the tide!"
"And my supporters are all die-hards?"
"Yes, sir. Your core supporters are practically 'concrete.'
More and more people feel that the United States is going astray, and they need a strong leader.
And this shooting has pushed that sentiment to its peak, making them see you as their only savior!"
The conclusion is clear: Hillis was a pig on the wind; when the wind died down, she fell.
She simply lacked the core strength, the decisive factor, that the Communist Party possessed.
Relying on the favorable circumstances was ultimately just a flash in the pan.
"So, victory is already beckoning me?"
"Yes, sir! You're only a few steps away from that position!
If only you, during this time, just... just be a little more careful with your words..."
"Be careful with what? Every word I say is for the great rejuvenation of the United States!
And you all know that I got to where I am today precisely because of my words!"
"That's true, but..."
"Alright, as usual. Didn't you say she had no chance of turning things around?
"Indeed. And the Communist Party itself has already packaged your heroic actions at the shooting scene into a legendary tale!
Currently, there's a nationwide saturation propaganda campaign, and your approval rating continues to climb!"
That's right, although many people oppose the Communist Party becoming president, thinking he's a madman.
But many others believed that it was better to have CP, who championed "Make America Great Again," as president than to let that weak woman Hillis take the stage—at least he'd be more powerful!
"To be honest, if it weren't for that shooting, we would have been in real trouble this time," an aide sighed, still shaken.
CP paused slightly, his hand holding his wine glass, and lowered his voice:
"...Regarding that incident, really, we can't find any clues related to 'Fang Huan'? Not even a single one?"