I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 319 - 317: The Final Ultimatum

Chapter 319: Chapter 317: The Final Ultimatum

Sethiyan Federation, Hawaii Mountain, 12 p.m.

A truck carrying composite boards slowly turned into the narrow lane where dozens of construction workers bustled in front of a villa that wasn’t fully completed yet.

Governor Steijie took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm, standing with several heads of construction companies, watching the construction site.

"It’s too slow," Steijie showed his dissatisfaction, "three days have passed, and the villa still isn’t completed."

"The previous clearing of the ruins took some time. If we were just fixing the structure, it should have been finished today," explained the head of the construction company.

Steijie had established an investigation committee immediately following the villa explosion and had canceled all public duties to rush to the scene.

Although he knew Wei Tianyang was not in the Sethiyan Federation during that time.

Who dares to bomb his villa?

Steijie’s political instincts sensed that the situation might not be that simple; the explosion was not targeting Wei Tianyang but him.

If it was to be a terrorist attack, then they would definitely ensure Wei Tianyang was in the villa before proceeding.

Regardless of whether the bombing would have killed him, logically, it should be so.

After all, what does merely bombing someone’s house prove?

Perhaps it was intended as a show of force? But the problem is, such tactics might work on ordinary people, but what could possibly deter Wei Tianyang?

Steijie, after much deliberation, could only reason that it was a potential political rival trying to damage the relationship between him and Wei Tianyang.

His position in the House of Representatives was soaring, even though Wei Tianyang did not often reside in the Sethiyan Federation, he had reaped many benefits from Yin Country, such as almost free trade agreements and control over immigrant populations, plus securing most of the votes in the United Council decisions.

In the past, Zhao Ling was tough to deal with. But she conceded many benefits in her efforts to keep Wei Tianyang.

Even so, Steijie had not severed his connections with him, although they were certainly not as close as Zhao Ling’s... after all, she had the advantage of gender.

After Wei Tianyang demonstrated his unique strength, those associated with him found their affairs much easier to handle. Steijie’s political enemies, if not completely gone, were significantly reduced publicly; in the House, many elderly members, even those aged 80, announced their retirement, and many members from opposing parties defected to become his support.

With the cessation of human dawn’s restrictions on him, Wei Tianyang’s actions that day made clear his stance. Therefore, Steijie felt he was at the peak of his career.

Riding this momentum, he began to move against the most stubborn and deep-rooted organization in the entire Federation, the "Rifle Association."

A few days ago, he had enacted a "national firearm ban" bill in the House of Representatives.

No more "gunshot every day" hell jokes, nor would there be another school shooting.

This was the political legacy he would leave for the citizens of the entire nation after stepping down next year.

Steijie, with his hands on his hips, stared at the construction site, but his mind wandered far away, completely ignoring the words of the executives.

The bomb in the garbage truck had been substantial, and the terrorists had not planned to escape. The explosion affected the nearby areas, and several operatives were injured.

The surveillance footage showed the vehicle first crashing into the lobby, then exploding, taking the terrorists with it.

He was very unhappy about this incident.

Coming back to his senses, the executives were wiping sweat with tissues, saying, "...for the reconstruction, even the foundations need to be rehandled, and many materials need to be brought from outside the area."

Steijie patted the executives on their shoulders, saying, "Give you three more days. Oh, and keep the layout of the house the same—interior design, program settings, signs of usage, home automation system settings... all must be restored to how they were before."

The executives looked at each other, finding the demands unreasonable, but could only verbally agree.

Steijie got into his car and left Hawaii Mountain, heading back to his office in the white house.

"Governor Steijie." The secretary at the entrance stood up and bowed respectfully.

"That’s too formal, Jenny," Steijie said.

"I think, thank you, Governor. Thank you for the gun control legislation..." Jenny said.

"I remember, your son’s incident..." Steijie said.

That was back in 2093, Steijie wasn’t yet the Governor of the Sethiyan Federation, just a Secretary of State.

At that time, a shooting incident had occurred at Georgetown State Middle School.

Two black men, armed with civilian semi-automatic ICR rifles, killed more than 40 people, including teachers and students, on the school’s celebration day before ultimately taking their own lives.

Jenny’s son was also one of the victims.

At the time, the public protested in the streets, hoping to push for a gun control law, but just two days after the shooting, the Rifle Association held a limited-time discount event across all Federation gun shops, selling the same model of civilian semi-automatic ICR used by the main culprits at half price...

The then Governor made a speech, singling out entertainment products like video games, action movies, and novels, criticizing their unabashed promotion of violence, which led to the frequent occurrence of shootings.

Afterward, the whole issue was dropped. At that time, Steijie and the President even met with the president of the Rifle Association, who complained that the discount event in the past few days had caused them to lose lots of profits, as the ICR was a star product in the civilian market.

"We will make this country better, Jenny," Steijie said as he took a tissue from the box on the table and handed it to Jenny.

"The Association people are inside, and so is Saint Mary from the House of Representatives, they are very upset. They’ve been waiting for you for a long time," Jenny said.

"The bill has already been passed, and it will not change," Steijie said.

He pushed open the door of the office, where Saint Mary and the president of the Rifle Association were sitting on the sofa, all turning to look at him as they heard the door open.

"Some matters have delayed me," Steijie smiled.

He was confident, no longer caring about these people’s criticisms and rebuttals.

As soon as he sat down, the Rifle Association president frowned, trying to control his tone, "Governor sir, the bill passed a few days ago will wreak havoc on our entire industry; I think you should reconsider."

Saint Mary also chimed in, "This bill will strip many citizens of their ability to protect themselves."

Steijie looked down at the documents on the table without speaking.

The room fell silent for a while.

"I heard you rebuilt that villa and even formed a special committee to investigate the explosion?" Saint Mary said again.

"Yes," Steijie briefly lifted his head.

"You should know, he doesn’t often live there," said Saint Mary.

"Of course, I know," Steijie said.

"You’ve wasted too much taxpayer money on that house. Now you’re depriving them of their freedom to defend themselves," Saint Mary said.

"I still suggest you reconsider. After all, you’ll be stepping down in a year, and the law can always be changed back. You’re merely engaging in futile efforts," the Rifle Association president said.

"Are you threatening the Governor?" Steijie laughed.

"No, of course not, I’m just telling you a fact," the president said.

"Then we can discuss it after I step down," Steijie laughed.

"Steijie, don’t walk into a dead end," the president said grimly.

"If you have nothing else to say, then please go. I still have a lot of official duties to handle," Steijie stood up.

Seeing him start to show them out, both knew there was no more to discuss; the president, no longer hiding his irritation, slammed the door as he left.

Saint Mary stood at the door, shook her head, and left.

"Go to hell, gun-selling executioners," Steijie muttered through clenched teeth.

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