Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Freedom Is Here!

A young man can be seen busy flipping pages of paper, inspecting them before signing, various stocks of paper are present on his office table.

Despite being young, he looked like a 40-year-old already, with baggy eyes, wrinkled skin, and pale looking body. 

He was Wendell Al Nubia, the dictator of the Free Republic of Lobelia, he's been in office for five years now, working his body tirelessly for his nation, he didn't even get a girlfriend.

Finishing the last pile of papers, he sighed.

“Today's the day, huh?" he muttered.

He stood from his chair, walked towards his office window, and there he saw a busy city, the capital of Lobelia, Freeland, a city of 2 million people, it was 3 million before the immigrants decided to leave the country, as various companies left as well due to the halted exportation of oil.

“At least I have stabilized this country.” During his regime, he focused on making laws, he established a law that states the restriction of foreign companies from investing in oil production and exportation, and he also formed state-owned companies and limited numbers of private companies for the oil exportation and production, making the law of labor rights, equality, education, health, justice, and salary stronger, they are now bound to the country's constitution.

The country was taken advantage of because of the lax law regarding the oil industry, the abuse of laborers, poor salary, education, and health system.

Although fives years was short, it was enough to make laws and pass them, after all, he is a dictator, and his reforms are not perfect, but this is the only way he found to keep the country running based on its original plan; a peaceful and bountiful country.

He also launched various industries, so his people won't rely that much on oil, limiting its production of it.

While peacefully leaning on the window, he heard a footstep of a group behind him, turning around, he found five men armed with M4 Carbine Rifles.

Americans.

“I wasn't informed about guests tonight.” Wendell lightly jokes.

The five didn't reply.

One of them stepped forward and pointed a gun at him, “Mr. Wendell Al Nubia, your regime is over, I suppose I don't need to explain why.” 

Wendell frowned, he can't believe how impatient the Americans and their gang were, now here they are to 'liberate' his country.

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“A coalition force is now on the way to liberate Lobelia, I advise you to declare surrender and peacefully end this total failure,” it added.

Wendell sighed, a human's greed has no bounds. Although he could do some plans to counter the west, ultimately, he could not, his people suffered enough. Even if he fought them, they are too powerful in both influence, military and economically, and his country could not fare.

“Don't worry. I already informed them, I was expecting this to happen but not this early, in exchange for my cooperation, I want your nations to peacefully enter our nation and to give my nation aid.” 

The leader of the soldiers nodded, “No need to say that, of course, we're going to free this nation.”

Wendell clenched his fists, these bastards, these oil monsters are at it again, like just how they messed up the counties they invaded.

Thankfully, the newly formed opposition is to lead the nation and respect the laws he made, although they will probably make some adjustments, Wendell was confident enough that they will not mess up with the people, or else this country will be divided worse dissolve.

Now, for the opposition to constitute a new government and run an election again, he must die. 

While the people favored him in the war, however, that was only because he was fighting for their rights, now that the was over, their interests do not match his plans for rebuilding the nation.

A growing dissatisfaction.

The Lobelia Front was dissolved. The members either died or decided to do live overseas. 

Wendell was the sole obstacle to a new democratic government.

He was a sacrifice.

The lead soldiers approached Wendell, pointing the gun at his head. “I guess this is a farewell.” Wendell grimaced.

*Thump!

A silenced gun was fired. Wendell's body lifelessly lay on the ground, and a pool of blood slowly created afterward.

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