Three hours after the Prophet City International Conference, Trump exclaimed:

"What?"

A huge voice echoed in the president's office.

All the members of the Secretary of State and the Intellectual Group are here.

Looking at the people in front of him, after tidying up his scattered hair, Trump roared:

"Do you know how many things I've encountered this month?"

If there is a word that can describe his current mood, it must be "collapse".

"Mr. President, I..."

"Bang!"

Trump interrupted the reporter's reply.

The sound of slapping the desk with both hands echoed in the office. Trump stood up and stared at the reporting staff in front of him.

"Have you ever calculated it?"

His voice was hysterical.

The report officer slowly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off the saliva sprayed by Trump on the document, and said calmly:

"Mr. President, you have lost your composure."

"Disconducted? Is it because I'm?"

Trump seemed to be angry and smiled. He pointed his right index finger at himself, then pointed to his seat and said:

"As long as you are an individual, you can get so many nonsense things in a month, can you, have, no, lose your attitude,?"

At the end, he said word by word.

In an instant, the president's office became silent.

Although Trump's classmate was a little irritable, this was the first time he was so angry.

Trump turned around and began to pace left and right in the office of previous presidents.

"Mr. President, please restrain your emotions!"

The old gentleman who represented the democratic faction could not stand it anymore.

"restraint?"

Trump was amused, and he turned to the staff of the Intellectual Group that he had just reported:

"I'll calculate for you. First, it's the Golden Light Storm in Kyushu; secondly, the soldiers who went to Japan to deal with the abnormal incident were unconscious for a week and got up to tell me that he saw an army of ghosts; then the crystal skull that had not moved for decades suddenly moved, and now everyone in the laboratory was unconscious; then the damn Mario did an indelible magic trick in the Prophet City, which made me unable to sleep well; and just two days ago, a giant beast of more than 230 meters was found on the damn Pacific Ocean bottom; and now you..."

Every time a classmate Trump said, he went further; and the person holding the document changed to take a step back until the person leaned against the wall.

Trump took a step back and pointed at the person and said:

"And you are standing in front of me now and say to me: Come on, let's investigate vampires together, haha."

Trump smiled and waved to the person.

"Come on, come here."

The report was stunned for a moment, and then took a step forward.

Trump hugged him and said:

"You said, can I make a Hollywood blockbuster movie in everything I said above? That's the kind of doomsday and destruction? You said that I encountered so many things in 30 days, how can I calm down and how can I restrain myself?"

The staff was silent.

Seeing that the reporting personnel had just been silent, he let go of the reporting personnel and pointed to the Secretary of State and the Wisdom Group, saying:

"You said? Or did you say?"

The people present were completely silent.

Finally the elderly man said:

"Mr. President, I must tell you that we have the right to remove you."

"Call me?"

Trump smiled, and he patted the old man on the shoulder and said:

"Can you still find someone to take the blame now?"

"I……"

"Don't let me and mine, I understand everything now, you understand, do you know, I want rights? Do you know if you need rights when dealing with these things? At this time, if you still treat me as a joke, will something big happen? What I need is the full support of Congress, do you understand?"

Trump didn’t want to vent from the beginning, he wanted power.

If you don't ask these guys carefully, they won't take you seriously.

Especially since he was targeted by the entire Congress.

"Uh...I understand, Mr. President!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. Trump was asking for power.

He glanced at the president, known as the "madman", and finally nodded.

He really has to be given rights at this time.

Although the Constitution stipulates how much power he has, how much he can use it is determined by the executors.

As the actual representative of the democrats, the old man's nodding means extraordinary to Trump.

This means he has succeeded 90%.

"Where are you?"

Classmate Trump looked around.

"I have no objection."

"Neither I."

"Neither I."

...

The rights of the United States are mutually restricted and scattered among schools. If Trump wants to seize real power, not nominal rights, he must obtain the consent of all schools.

"That's good, I believe in your promises. Please bring your promises to your descendants, and I won't visit them one by one."

After seeing everyone compromise, Trump returned to normal.

He knew it was the situation that made them compromise, not him.

But that's enough.

"I propose to form a special combat sequence in District 51 to treat special events specifically, and transfer all matters related to the relevant department. Refer to the establishment of SHIELD. Do you understand what I am talking about?"

"clear!"

"clear!"

"Very good, no need to repeat it. In addition, to establish a special event information organization department, I need to understand why this happens? Instead of telling me what has happened again, I hope someone will tell me possible before it happens."

"clear!"

"Then, with other countries under the Holy See, establish a nominally non-existent alliance against the rights of the Pope, unify media channels, and I need a voice that is in all directions and consistent in ideas. Your smoky bombing is soulless."

"Finally, start the human trial, and now we need a different battle sequence."

"this?"

The staff of the Intellectual Scheme Team said something for a long time:

“It’s hard to get through.”

"It's hard to do it too. This is a military reserve. If you don't do it, you will lag behind others. We are now explaining it. Don't worry about the rules. I know you often overcome it. Don't talk about anything else. I'll ask you for other people. If you have any opinions about this, take a step forward."

Trump looked at the old man in front of him. He looked around but did not step forward.

"You see, no one comes forward. They all want to do it, but they don't dare. Now I say, we want to do this."

"Okay, sir."

"Sir President, are we still checking vampires?"

"Check, of course, we need to investigate. Isn't it a alliance? Let's go to the Holy Seek more help, let me know how much power the Holy See has, and do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood!"

"Look, how efficient is it to become this way of doing things?"

Trump smiled. It was not until this moment that the people here really made him feel the rights in his hands.

"There is one last thing: I need file permissions in District 51."
Chapter completed!