A red flower was reflected on the gray glass, and then it was clean and otherworldly, exceptionally beautiful.
Lie Zhiyuan moved his gaze away from the bright red and looked at the crowd of demonstrators walking silently on the street. He didn't speak for a long time. Although the two of them used to play together at the same table when they were young, and they even had some kind of hidden engagement, after so many years of strange and gaudy things, they had long become peaceful.
"Exactly three years ago, in the autumn of the 72nd year of the Constitutional Calendar, this kind of familiar scene appeared in the Federation."
He looked at the crowd walking silently through the streets of the capital of South Kezhou and said with emotion, "It's just that the big demonstration that shook the entire universe was for the president to establish his authority and deter the opposition forces of the seven families. Today's demonstration is to pull him down from the stage."
Zou Yu gently pursed her lips and looked at the newspaper in her right hand. She frowned slightly and asked, "You've read the special issue of the Capital Special District Daily. What do you think?"
Lie Zhiyuan shook his head and took a sip of the water in his cup. He coughed twice.
"I'm very puzzled. Where did Bob and Wood find the evidence? It's exactly like the Macklin case. When everyone only had a vague judgment and looked for evidence in vain, they quietly detonated a bomb in the Federation."
Zou Yu looked sideways at his pale and thin cheeks. After a short pause, she continued, "We've been silently marching for half a year. Neither you nor I can find such a powerful thing. Don't you think it's strange?"
"It's not strange." Tai Zhiyuan said, "You said that the situation is exactly the same as when Macklin was investigated. So it's obvious that these things were left behind by Xu Le before he left. As for the guy who found these things … I've also seen him."
He quietly looked back at Zou Yu's charming eyes, as if he wanted to confirm some facts that no longer existed from her reaction. But in the end, he didn't get a response. After a moment of silence, he continued, "Chief Editor Bob also mentioned that he's dead, but I believe that even if Shi Qinghai is dead, he will leave behind enough foreshadowing before his death to make his enemies suffer."
Hearing the name that she hadn't heard for nearly three years, Zou Yu's expression didn't change at all. Her charming and beautiful face was still like a proud red flower in the cold wind, but her right hand holding the wine glass was slightly pale. Then she turned around and calmly looked at the silent crowd under the window, not letting Tai Zhiyuan see her eyes.
Tai Zhiyuan glanced at her side face, then looked at the crowd under the window. He picked up the glass and drank a mouthful of water, then turned around and walked back to his desk. His eyes swept over the debris in the wastebasket, and he said, "In the past six months, the general strategy of the election headquarters has been made by you. I have to say that I admire the excellent planning ability you have shown, so I have never objected to any of your proposals."
"But not this time." He raised his head, looked at Zou Yu, and continued, "This proposal is too violent, and we are the ones who initiated the violence."
Being directly denied by Tai Zhiyuan, Zou Yu's expression still didn't change. Looking at the crowd of demonstrators who were slowly walking to the downtown business district like ants under the window, she said, "Without blood appearing on the TV screen, there is no way to touch the numb hearts of the people. Without violence, there is no revolution. You should be very clear that any mass movement will eventually enter the cycle of violence. If we don't prepare well and take the initiative, then we will only be blown by the wind and beaten by the rain and become a joke in history."
She slowly turned around and looked at Tai Zhiyuan indifferently. The glass of wine in her hand was as red as blood. "In history, the young people's revolutions were rarely successful, because their thinking was too simple, too naive, and too idealistic. As the leader of this movement, although you are also young, you can't make the same mistake."
Tai Zhiyuan raised his hand to stop her explanation. He said with a smile, "You don't have to explain too much. I know the real purpose of you choosing this radical proposal better than these four hundred staff of the campaign headquarters. You still want to intensify the current situation and force that person to appear before Du Shaoqing comes back."
"But you made a mistake," the smile on Tai Zhiyuan's pale and thin face gradually disappeared. He rubbed his tired eyebrows and said slowly.
"You overestimated Xu Le's influence or ability. No matter how powerful his combat ability is, or how sensitive his identity is, he is only one person after all. He can't change the general situation. Even if he is still the same person as before, what can he do when he sees the Federation fall into chaos and sorrow and appears in front of us? "
"And don't forget, he is still a person of the Empire. He is the son of the Empire's Emperor. We haven't seen him for three years. No one knows if he has enjoyed kinship or not in the Empire. No one knows how the throne of the Left Sky Star Region will change him, but … we know that he is a person of the Empire, so he is an enemy. You have to be clear about this."
"As his best friend, you should know what kind of person he is," Zou Yu said indifferently.
"Unless one is a real stone, anyone will change, especially when he has suffered a mental attack that normal people can't imagine."
Tai Zhiyuan calmly and firmly ended the discussion that had yet to truly begin. "When it comes to things like violence, although it cannot be avoided, it must be controlled. If we blindly incite the emotions of the people and incite class conflict, then what is the difference between us and the Macklin of the past and the Pabre of the present?"
Hearing this, Zou Yu was silent for a very long time. Although she didn't say anything, it was equivalent to expressing her agreement. As the head of the decision-making department behind the Silent March, her stance was of great significance to this mass movement that was destined to rewrite history.
"I've already been observing for half a year, but because I've never been to the front lines of the protests, I've never been able to understand how you turned the surging flood in the streets and fields into this cute and bouncing stream in front of the window."
She looked at the extremely orderly procession below the window, at the calm smiles emanating from the black masks in the distance. Frowning, she asked in confusion, "We all know that when there are too many people, there will definitely be some uncontrollable accidents. With tens of thousands of people walking in the fields and cities for so long, there will definitely be some uncontrollable accidents. Moreover, the hot-blooded youths naturally have their own demands and desire for leadership. In an environment like this where desires can easily be magnified, how can you make them maintain such obedience?"
"Moving people with emotions, convincing them with reason, and enticing them with benefits."
Tai Zhiyuan calmly said, "Anyone in the procession who wants to stand out and break the rules is nothing more than wanting to obtain more benefits, political or economic. Therefore, every time I find such people, I'll use money to knock them out in advance and then drive them away."
He walked to the window and pointed at the applauding citizens of South Kezhou on both sides of the street. He continued, "In fact, you should be very clear on why the procession is always welcomed by the citizens. Apart from the fact that the procession maintains order and doesn't disrupt their lives, the more important reason is that these citizens know that once the Silent March succeeds and Pabre is forced to resign, they will be able to obtain a large amount of income."
Zou Yu placed the wine glass on the windowsill and looked at the crowd that was waving small flags and applauding. She thought of the press conference that had shocked the Federation half a year ago. She thought of how the weak man beside her had given away the Crystal Mining Consortium just like that. She couldn't help but reveal a slightly mocking smile as she softly murmured, "This is truly unprecedented.
Do you think that if the Empire's Emperor is willing to give enough benefits, the people who are fanatical supporters of the war will suddenly collectively become pacifists? "
"Internal affairs and war can't be compared and considered on the same platform. However, the fundamental purpose of war has always been for benefits. If the Empire can give enough resources, not to mention the people, even I won't support the continuation of the war."
Tai Zhiyuan looked down the window and slightly narrowed his eyes. He calmly said, "The Federation government controls too many resources, but there is one thing that they will never be able to compare to me. They don't have the money that I have. This is a simple and violent war. I want to use money to smash Pabre into the dust."
"What an arrogant declaration." Zou Yu smiled and sipped the wine. "But don't forget that Madam is very angry about your decision. Many people in the big families think that your decision is crazy. The liquidity of the headquarters is running out. Are you really going to ask Miss Jian Shui'er to hold a few more charity performances to raise funds?"
"Not everybody thinks that I, the Crown Prince, am crazy. So, it seems that the businessmen who are said to be easily blinded by benefits have a pair of profound eyes."
Tai Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Of course, the old man who is seriously ill may be a special case. Let me tell you a piece of good news. I just received a call from Li Xiaotong. Last night, a meeting was held in the manor of the Li family. The final decision was that the Sanlin United Bank will provide us with abundant and limitless assistance. "
Zou Yu slowly raised her eyebrows, and an inexplicable smile appeared on her face. She said, "This is really good news. At least tens of thousands of people's boxed meals are finally guaranteed. Also, even the old man of Liyuan Palace thinks highly of you. Maybe it will affect Madam's attitude."
Hearing the words "Madam's attitude", Tai Zhiyuan seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became a little complicated. Then, he coughed violently and held the windowsill in pain. The unhealthy blush on his pale cheeks spread like a sunset cloud.
Bai Qi, a young woman in a white dress, pushed the door open and walked in. She walked behind him anxiously and gently relieved his pain. Then, she took out a pill and fed it to him.
Tai Zhiyuan smiled to express his gratitude and then waved his hand gently.
Bai Qi saw his appearance and felt a little relieved. She quietly pushed the door open and left as if she had never appeared before. Only Zou Yu noticed that she glanced at her warily when she closed the door. She couldn't help but smile mockingly.
"I heard from Xu Le that Bai Qi is your first woman. I really didn't expect that with your status, you would be so affectionate."
"This has nothing to do with being affectionate. I like her very much. She's quiet, honest, and knows her place. Since she doesn't want to leave, I'll treat her well."
Tai Zhiyuan was suddenly stunned. He frowned and thought for a long time. He said with some uncertainty, "It seems that Xu Le threatened me with this issue. Could it be that I was threatened by him?"
"Your marriage has been delayed for two years. Does it have anything to do with Bai Qi's existence?"
"You know very well that in the world of people like us, marriage has never had anything to do with feelings. It's just that many people in those big families think that I've gone crazy. How could they bear to marry their daughters to me? This is probably why I treat Bai Qi well. Women are troublesome, but she's an exception. "
Zou Yu thought of Bai Qi's hidden and vigilant glance when she closed the door. She said with slight mockery, "Only people without abilities think that women are troublesome."
"This has nothing to do with ability." Tai Zhiyuan smiled and sighed, "When Xu Le fought against the entire Federation, he dared to pick up a gun and kill people without any scruples. However, even someone as powerful as him couldn't do anything when he met those women of his. I think that the reason why he didn't dare to return to the Federation after escaping for three years might have more to do with him not knowing how to deal with those women."
Zou Yu shrugged slightly. "It's not a good habit to laugh at your friends behind their backs."
"Alright, then let's continue talking about the previous bribe." The effect of the drug seemed to be very fast. Tai Zhiyuan's expression quickly returned to normal. He looked at her and said, "A critic once said that the backwardness of a society is first of all the backwardness of the elites, and the most obvious sign of the backwardness of the elites is that they often criticize the backwardness of the people. Yuzi, your current mentality already has this kind of feeling."
"Isn't the word elite used to scold people?" Zou Yu looked at the people on the street below the window. She looked at the sky indifferently and directly commented, "But I do think that they are very backward."
Tai Zhiyuan replied, "If there is a so-called backwardness, it is because the channels to obtain information are not smooth. If you know more, you will naturally not be backward. For example, the readers of the Capital Special District Daily."
After a pause, he added an explanation. This was what George Carlin said.
At this time, he and Zou Yu naturally did not know that in the distant Zuotian Galaxy, in the suburbs of the Empire's capital, Xu Le was unceremoniously criticizing Uncle Feng Yu, who was also George Carlin himself, as a hypocritical elite who only knew how to criticize the people for being backward.
"George Carlin is already dead. Let's focus on the people who are still alive." Zou Yu asked, "What do you think about this war? Have you calculated the impact of the situation on the front line? "
"This war can't go on any longer." Tai Zhiyuan directly replied with a rare seriousness, "The media reports have been filtered, but you and I should know how dangerous the situation on the front line is, especially that Mo Hua Planet. The war has been going on for three years, and the devastation of the war is unimaginable."
He looked at Zou Yu and continued, "Too many people have died, and compared to the benefits obtained, it is too unbalanced. The most important problem is that after paying such a high price, the Federation still does not dare to say that they will definitely win. Even if Du Shaoqing has been on the front line all this time, they still cannot win, so there is no reason to continue.
"The Empire's people's attitude toward war is different from ours. When faced with a dangerous situation, they can directly throw in lives, fighting with flesh and steel. However, they have more than a hundred billion people. Can the Federation kill them all?"
Zou Yu thought for a moment and said with a frown, "As long as there are enough crystal mines, enough to support the regular cruising of three integrated fleets, the Federal Fleet will be able to lock down Mo Hua Planet. When the Empire's troops on the surface are isolated, the Empire's rear troops will not be able to continuously resupply, and your pessimism will be meaningless."
"The prerequisite is that there are enough crystal mines. No one in the Federation knows the situation of the crystal mines better than I do."
Tai Zhiyuan said, "The extraction of the crystal mines in Galaxy X is half a year later than expected because of the government's strong infiltration three years ago. Even if this situation did not happen, it will take at least two more years before it can be mass-produced. How can we drag this out? How many more people will have to die to drag this out? How could the Empire just watch this happen? When that time comes, X3 will definitely be the second Mo Hua Planet. "
"People are bound to die in war." Zou Yu frowned slightly and said unhappily, "You know that I grew up in a military compound. As a child of the military, I will definitely be mentally prepared to sacrifice myself for the Federation. If we retreat because we are afraid of people dying, then we will not fight. That will be a huge joke."
"Don't forget that I was once a soldier, and a very brave one at that. That is why I have always agreed that soldiers should have some kind of special rights. That is because soldiers need to kill and need people to die. They live in a different river from the normal people."
Tai Zhiyuan looked into her eyes. Although his speed was slow, his tone was extremely serious. "But I have never believed that soldiers have a reason or obligation to sacrifice themselves for a meaningless war. This war has developed to this point, and it is no longer of any benefit to the Federation. Instead, it has become a tool to fight for glory and support for the government. This is very laughable and very sad."
He pointed out the window and said, "Under the influence of those people in the government, and even under the influence of you and me, the current Federation's democracy has begun to become vulgar. Meanwhile, the government has already begun to become shady. Fighting for this kind of government, fighting for the survival of the government, is the greatest insult to the troops on the front lines."
"Something like power does indeed have some kind of terrifying magic. President Pabre has fallen too quickly, so quickly that it has exceeded my worst imagination three years ago. He has begun to enjoy the pleasure that power brings." Tai Zhiyuan gently rubbed his forehead and said with emotion, "Just like what Chief Editor Bob said, the president has begun to get used to and enjoy these methods. For the Federation, this is a disaster."
"When secret operations reach a certain level, people will often forget what their original goal was. You all just need power, more and more power, and the more power you have, the less respect they will have."
Tai Zhiyuan frowned slightly. Looking at the commercial center square in the distance, he felt a faint sense of uneasiness coming from there. His voice was slightly cold as he made his final comment on the government. "People who have no respect will often do anything."
Because of the Silent March movement, because of the support of dozens of Federation celebrities, including Jian Shui'er, and because of the various dark secrets exposed by some media and online forums, the political faction led by President Pabre suffered a sudden blow in the early elections of the various state representatives. Although the government's public support rate was still fluctuating around 57%, and Pabre's faction still maintained a slight advantage on Parliament Hill, it was conceivable that with the article in the Capital Special District Daily, the government's days would become more and more difficult.
In Zou Yu's view, Du Shaoqing leading the Iron Seventh Division to carry the glory back to the country, other than symbolically adding points for the president and the government, it would be difficult for him to provide any substantial help to the current political situation. With the Glory Of The Charter above, the military could not directly participate in political affairs. Therefore, after hearing Tai Zhiyuan's comment that he would do anything, she frowned and began to think about what kind of methods the government and President Pabre would use to suppress the current wave.
"Don't forget the beautiful clothes that President Pabre has worn for decades."
Tai Zhiyuan walked to the desk, dialed a number, and reminded her, "He considers himself as the spokesperson of the people at the bottom, so on the surface, there will be a lot of taboos. I believe that he will use the people to fight against the people. After that, he can calmly say that this is the choice and freedom of the people. "
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On the floor below the two of them, the staff members were busy answering the phone. Through the close-range full-frequency communication system, they maintained close contact with the demonstrators on the streets. At the same time, they remotely controlled the dozens of groups on the ground to ensure the order of the silent march.
Tai Zhiyuan, who had almost unlimited financial support, had organized a team of as many as 700 people. Back when Pabre was running for president, he had done the same. As he lamented upstairs, this was just a reaction.
Because of their professionalism, their efficiency was extremely high. The entire team's organization of the silent march could be said to be perfect, especially after they entered planet S1. The march from the port to the capital was in good order and the atmosphere was calm. Even the government-controlled official media couldn't find any problems. It had become a carnival of peaceful political expression for the people. Therefore, although the staff members were working hard, their expressions were very relaxed.
At this moment, the department head received a call from the crown prince upstairs, followed by the first-hand news from the street. His expression suddenly became extremely serious, and the staff members who instantly grasped the situation rushed to the window in shock. With an expression of disbelief, they looked at the intersection of the five main streets of Nankezhou, the most prosperous commercial square.
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The procession wearing black masks was greeted by the citizens of the capital of South Kezhou. They waved and smiled, or waved small flags as they jumped and gathered in the commercial square.
Later, they would hold a rally here to announce their demands to the people through the media. They would expose the various dark secrets of the president and his government. Even if the media was willing to broadcast, they still had a loudspeaker.
Just as the sun was shining brightly, a black mass of people suddenly appeared from the street in the southwest direction. Because there were too many people, it was impossible to tell whether there were thousands or tens of thousands of people. Judging from their slightly tanned cheeks and clothes, they should be locals. In the end, it was the large banner in the demonstration team that revealed their identity.
"Third Heavy Machinery Factory of Nankezhou."
"Natu Engine Manufacturing Center."
In contrast to the silent marching team wearing black masks, this crowd obviously came to demonstrate. As they walked, they cursed and even used the megaphone in their hands to beat the fire hydrants on the roadside, making a sound similar to war drums. Their momentum was particularly arrogant.
Even though Nightmare Source had bribed all the leaders of the three major industrial unions, it was still unable to erase the position that President Pabl had spent his entire life to build in the hearts of the people at the bottom and the industrial workers. Now, the demonstrators that were swarming to the square from the southwest were obviously supporting the government. From time to time, shrill shouts could be heard from the demonstrators.
"We announce that we are officially withdrawing from the industrial unions!"
"Shame on traitors!"
"Long live President Pabre!"
"Down with all the aristocrats!"
"The Federation is not an empire! We don't welcome aristocrats! "
"Bastards of the seven families, get out of Nankezhou!"
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The silent march had been going on for several months. It wasn't that they hadn't encountered a pro-government protest team in the various states of the Federation, but because of the self-control of the silent march team, and also because of the effective deployment of the state police, there had never been a fierce conflict between the two sides. More often than not, they would shout and shout at each other across the railings. At that time, even Tai Zhiyuan's excellent team couldn't stop the demonstration team from taking off their black masks and greeting the other side's immediate family and in-laws.
But today's situation was obviously different. The pro-government demonstration team from the major factories of Nankezhou clearly came prepared. Moreover, this team was clearly mixed with some men who looked out of place with the surrounding crowd. These men stared at the silent march team like eagles. From time to time, they would lower their heads and whisper a few words. Some of them were using increasingly dirty words to provoke the emotions of the workers.
The spacious commercial plaza was divided into two areas by a fence set up by the police station. The pro-government and anti-government demonstration teams were packed to the brim, looking like a shallow sea full of sardines. The dense mass of people gave off a palpitating feeling.
The pro-government crowd was cursing and swearing at the other side, while the anti-government crowd remained silent for the time being. They just collectively raised their middle fingers to express their disdain. There were some overly agitated young people who couldn't suppress their anger and vaguely shouted a few words through their black masks. The general idea was that if you have the guts, then come at me.
A worker who had just learned that his younger brother had died on the frontlines of Mo Hua Planet glared at the people wearing black masks in front of him with bloodshot eyes. He shouted with a hoarse voice, "You traitors! You bunch of bastards! The frontlines are still at war, and you guys are messing around like this! Shameless! "
"When Mr. President sends the seven families to prison, and the Federation realizes true democracy, I will kill your whole family!"
A student who had just learned that his elder brother had died on the frontlines of Mo Hua Planet furiously pulled off the black mask on his face. He rushed to the railings and roared at the worker, "Your mother is a traitor! Your whole family is a traitor! If you go to the frontlines, you will be the first to kneel in front of the people of the Empire! It's better for me to stab you first! "
Perhaps their brothers had once fought side by side on Mo Hua Planet, and perhaps even sacrificed in the same trenches. Until the moment they left this world, they were still as close as brothers. However, in the city behind them, they were threatening each other's lives for the sake of the justice they recognized, and for what they believed to be their love for the Federation.
Similar curses rang out incessantly. Some people began to spit at each other, and some began to take off their pants and bare their buttocks to express their contempt and humiliation. Obscenities and petty actions at the intersection of the two seas of people turned into excitement and anger. The temperature of the air in the plaza gradually rose, and the situation became more and more tense. At this time, if a small spark fell, it was very likely to become a dangerous fire that burned everything.
At this time, in the two angry demonstration teams, other than those men with gloomy expressions, no one noticed that a more dangerous situation was happening. The Nanke State Police and the emergency anti-riot force responsible for maintaining order quietly withdrew from the plaza without anyone noticing.
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Tai Zhiyuan slowly put down the phone and expressionlessly looked at the scene uploaded by the hologram. After a long silence, he explained to Zou Yu beside him, "The state government has refused our request."
Zou Yu coldly said, "Why? Even if this is a conspiracy of the Federation government, and there are big shots pressuring them, don't they know that if bloodshed occurs in the capital of Nanke State, they won't be able to explain it to the public? "
"As long as the price is right, anything can be sold. At least in terms of official positions, the government has more resources than we do."
Although Tai Zhiyuan was still calm at this moment, it could be seen that his complexion had become paler and paler. It was not fear, but anger and disdain that were hidden deep in his heart.
The office phone rang. The head of the emergency decision-making department downstairs reported in a trembling voice, "Mr. Councilman, the police refused to explain the reason for the withdrawal of the police force."
Tai Zhiyuan said with a self-deprecating smile, "They have already explained it to me. They heard that there was a fire in the Southern Suburbs, so all the police force was forced to go and provide support. Therefore, they can't take care of the plaza. They hope that we can urge the crowd to remain calm and not clash with the other side."
After saying this, he walked to the window and looked at the plaza in the distance. It was as if he could feel the boiling hot air passing through the glass in front of him. It was so hot and pressing that it made it difficult to breathe.
"They are really unscrupulous."
Zou Yu walked to his side and looked in that direction. Suppressing the anger in her heart, she took off the red flower in her hair and crushed it, saying, "The dignified President of the Federation doesn't even care about his face. Who can defeat him?"
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Without the police, without the anti-riot force, the crowd was filled with insidious troublemakers. There were many black-clothed figures flashing in the buildings next to the plaza. The situation deteriorated in an instant, and a chaotic battle broke out.
After many years, no one could figure out which side was the first to rush over the fence, and which side was the first to throw the first punch. In fact, it was meaningless to figure it out. In the tense atmosphere of the plaza at that time, even a fart could ignite a dangerous fuse.
The workers of South Kezhou who supported the government quickly gained the advantage at the beginning of the chaotic battle. After half a year of silent marching, they were clearly not mentally prepared for such a situation. When they saw the other side raise a banner and jump over the fence, the hundreds of people who were pushed to the front of the crowd were actually sluggish for a long time.
A worker from S2 was surrounded and beaten by three people. His body shrunk in pain like a shrimp, and blood began to seep out of his mouth and nose. The black mask that represented his identity was long gone.
There were shouts and curses everywhere, and the terrifying sound of fists and feet hitting people's bodies rang out. Blood filled with the smell of violence splashed everywhere as if it was free. The crowd wearing black masks tried to organize a counterattack, but they were immediately defeated by a stronger attack.
In the pro-government demonstration, the gloomy-faced men took out sacks from nowhere and dumped the hard stones in the sacks on the ground. People picked them up and threw them at the opposite side. The people who couldn't distinguish between the demonstrators and the hooligans howled and fought everywhere, coldly stomping on the chests and abdomens of the other side with the tips of their feet.
The stones broke through the air, and countless people in the silent march were bleeding. The formation was even more scattered, and the plaza was full of tragic scenes.
The female teacher from the port city had blood all over her face. She covered her face and collapsed next to the fountain pool. Her eyes were wide open in horror as she stared at those ferocious people, but she didn't notice that there was a man with blood all over his face looking at her with evil intentions.
In the southwest corner, the middle-aged uncle who had just quit his job in the suburban irrigation field was surrounded by several people and constantly kicked. He gradually lost the strength to struggle. Even though his eyes were blurred by blood, he could see the fake leather boot that was stepping on his face, but he couldn't move.
In the buildings around the plaza, there were many unknown forces that were responsible for recording the scene. At this time, the cameras that were responsible for recording the scene indifferently turned around and deliberately chose the scene of the angry and helpless people wearing black masks.
Further away on the street, a group of military police in plain clothes indifferently looked at the plaza. The official next to them kept talking on the phone with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, a large and powerful hand reached out and slapped the phone out of his hand. Then, the hand grabbed the official's throat and turned the latter half of the flattering words he was about to say into pieces of gravel.
"I hate people who are long-winded the most."
When the military police in plain clothes around the street saw that their officer was attacked, their expressions changed dramatically. They reached out and prepared to take out their pistols. However, when they saw the man who grabbed their officer's throat and saw the shiny bald head, their action of taking out their pistols suddenly became extremely stiff.
The bald man was 1.9 meters tall and extremely burly. His face wasn't ferocious and frightening. The subordinates behind him didn't take out a row of submachine guns and point them at the military police in plain clothes. However, the military police in plain clothes absolutely didn't dare to point their guns at him.
Because he was called Zhang Xiaohua.
This was South Dakota. The president wasn't the most powerful, the governor wasn't the most powerful, and the charter wasn't even the most powerful.
Zhang Xiaohua was the most powerful.
This was the only magical place in the Federation where a triad could be elected as the deputy speaker of the state legislature.
So when Zhang Xiaohua released his palm and slowly stroked the eye-catching tattoo on his shoulder with an expressionless face, whether it was the official or the military police in plain clothes, they all felt their legs begin to tremble.
"Since your people aren't going to intervene in this matter, then you can just watch quietly from the side. Because my people are going to do something."
Zhang Xiaohua patted the official's face and then walked toward the chaotic square.
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In the corridors around the square, more than thirty men in black suddenly appeared. These men accurately found the reporters who were carrying cameras, and very simply and violently used their fists to shut them up. Then, with a sullen face, they dragged their hair and walked through the corridors.
"I'm a reporter from the news channel. You can't do this to me!"
"I'm from the Venus Documentary Film Studio. You hooligans, let go of me!"
Neither threats nor pleas could make the men in black gentler their actions. The reporters were violently tied up and thrown into a dark room.
Before leaving, the leader of the men in black introduced himself to the terrified reporters.
"We're not hooligans. We're triads."
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It was as if a magician had cast some kind of spell on the street at the southeast entrance. More than a thousand men in black holding hard wooden sticks in their hands silently rushed toward the center of the square where the chaotic battle was taking place.
A hooligan whose face was covered in blood looked at the female teacher whose face was also covered in blood at his feet. He obtained an unprecedented pleasure from her fear and helplessness. He reached out and rubbed her chest, but before he could experience the next level of pleasure, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. A wooden stick directly smashed his arm, and then he was ruthlessly knocked to the ground.
Looking at the ruthless leather boots that stepped on his face, the middle-aged man closed his eyes in despair. So he didn't see the shadow of a stick floating over, and in an even more ruthless manner, it directly smashed his leg into three pieces!
The men in black who rushed in from the southeast entrance had cold and silent expressions. When they saw people without black masks, they ruthlessly knocked down with their sticks, causing the red ribbons on their right arms to draw a swift and fierce line.
They were relatively few in number, but they were extremely ruthless and valiant. As professional thugs specially recruited from various halls in South Kezhou, how could ordinary people resist their existence?
The wooden sticks were all aimed at the opponent's joints. The hard wooden sticks intersected with the fragile human bones, making frightening breaking sounds from time to time. In just half a minute, they broke through to the most tragic center of the square, and then scattered like a bomb.
Countless miserable howls sounded, just like before. However, many people, especially the plainclothes police officers mixed in with the parade, felt like they were in heaven when they were fiercely attacked.
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Zou Yu frowned and looked at the picture on the hologram. For a long time, she didn't speak. Her fingers slowly rubbed the petals that oozed red juice, and she whispered, "Did you prepare this?"
Tai Zhiyuan looked at her and shook his head, saying, "This is just a preparatory measure. I didn't expect it to become a reality."
"If you want to be a different person from Pabre, these people should have appeared earlier."
"Someone once said that if a person doesn't have dreams, then what is the difference between a person and a salted fish? If a person only has dreams, then what is the difference between a person and a bubble?"
After a moment of silence, Tai Zhiyuan continued, "He is unscrupulous, so I have to have some means. A pure idealist only has one end, which is to die or be forgotten. In addition, whether or not these people will appear, and when they will appear, is not something that I can control. "
Then the phone rang.
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The man in the Federation, who had the qualifications and ability to control this kind of thing, still had the shoulders as steep as a mountain. Although his body was thin, it seemed to be full of endless strength. He was silently watching the picture on the square.
In the past, when he looked up to the sky and went out, he, who regarded his family as a broken shoe, silently returned from Bermuda when his family was facing a fatal threat. When life and death were on the line, he silently returned from Bermuda. He gave up the foreign hegemony that he built for half of his life. In the midst of the storm, he carried the name of his family on his shoulders.
After watching for a long time, Lin Banshan dialed Tai Zhiyuan's phone and said, "When Mr. President doesn't even care about his face, what we need to do is simpler."
"I'm better at unscrupulous things."
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(It seems that I really need to increase the pressure. GJJ is under a lot of pressure. I'm so high on writing that I didn't even eat dinner. 10,000 words, more than the promised three chapters.
Finally, I like Lin Banshan, a loser.
Finally, I want monthly votes! There are still nine days to go!!!
I can't afford to hurt people in the middle of the night!)
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