After hanging up the phone, Tai Zhiyuan took the thin windbreaker from the secretary and walked out of the room. Zou Yu silently watched his back disappear in front of her eyes. She suddenly found that the thin body covered by the thin windbreaker was very suitable for this moment to play the role of sadness and then stir up emotions.
Before walking out of the building, the public image team of the work department quickly tidied up Tai Zhiyuan's appearance.
The female planner with wavy hair, who was poached from a 5A advertising company, looked at Tai Zhiyuan's cheeks in the mirror and urged the hair stylist to mess up his hair even more. After hearing Tai Zhiyuan's uncontrollable coughing, she nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good, Mr. Senator, you should cough harder."
Tai Zhiyuan calmly put the white handkerchief back into his jacket pocket and ignored her words. He trusted the most professional experts, but it did not mean that he was willing to start acting behind the scenes, not to mention that this was not acting. However, he was not angry. He sat calmly in the chair and waited for the makeup artist to make his pale cheeks paler, making him look weak.
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Under the protection of the Blackhawk company's special guards and accompanied by more than ten members of the Senator's office staff, Tai Zhiyuan walked along the street to the commercial square. Hearing the sharp sirens in the distance and the whimpering of the ambulance, he could not help but frown slightly.
Both sides of the street were full of protesters lying in pools of blood. After the great shock, the eyes of the injured were extremely empty, and they did not respond to the first aid measures that the doctors performed.
The silent demonstration crowd poured into the square. They had already taken off their black masks, and they angrily looked at the gray sky and the indifferent buildings. The cruel scene from before replayed in their minds, and they kept crying and cursing. In the previous ten minutes, who knew how many of their companions had fallen under stones and fists. If it were not for the group of men in black with red ribbons rushing in with wooden sticks, today's people would have suffered even more tragic losses.
The crowd angrily clenched their fists and shouted slogans, venting the anger and fear in their hearts until someone in the front row saw the pale and thin young councilor slowly walking to the podium.
The silence turned into a wave of harmony. Like the young senator's footsteps, it slowly but firmly spread to the surroundings, turning the entire square into a sea of silence.
The angry roars gradually faded away. Tens of thousands of people looked at the stage with expectant gazes. The countless details in this scene proved just how much influence Tai Zhiyuan had after half a year of marching.
Without much provocation, Tai Zhiyuan spoke into the microphone with a slightly hoarse voice. He pointed at the fountain in the corner of the square and then pointed at the guardrail nearby.
"Look here."
"Look over there."
"There's blood everywhere."
There was a faint commotion in the crowd. Tai Zhiyuan quietly watched the dense crowd below the stage. After a moment of silence, he said, "Humans are cruel animals. They are cruel to their enemies and cruel to themselves. This is because our biological markers are full of violent genes. Once released, we can even become intoxicated by them … Those vicious thugs from before used this blood to prove this point."
"Once released, violence is the most terrifying thing in the universe. I think Mr. President should know very well that once this demon jumps out of the wooden box, even he would find it difficult to put it back in."
"So, I really want to know what Mr. President would think if he saw the terrible scenes today with his own eyes. Would he have the courage to face the dripping blood of the people? Would he have the courage to listen to the voices of those whose bones were not crushed by the pressure of power and were broken by the criminals?"
Tai Zhiyuan's expression was still cold. His indifferent and arrogant eyebrows slowly raised. Just like the voice at this moment, he suddenly leaned forward slightly. He approached the microphone and asked in a very soft voice, "I really want to ask Mr. President, is this still the f * cking Federation?"
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After softly and calmly uttering his first profanity in public, Tai Zhiyuan on the stage was silent for ten seconds. He listened to the angry protests and insults of the people below the stage and confirmed that he had achieved the desired effect of the publicity department.
When he was about to continue according to the words in his mind, he suddenly saw the gray sky in the distance. Layers of dark clouds suddenly dispersed, revealing a corner of the blue sky. Then he thought of a person. He couldn't help but wonder how that person would deal with this matter if it was him.
Violence was the most terrible thing, but that person seemed to only be good at using violence. However, he could control it, so he only pulled out his knife on the strong and did not torture the weak.
Tai Zhiyuan silently thought of Xu Le, a smile that he didn't understand appeared in his eyes. After a short pause, he continued to speak into the microphone, "Maybe my decision will disappoint you, but I … still adhere to the principle of anti-violence. We will continue to be silent and then move forward."
As soon as his voice fell, and before he finished speaking, the dense crowd below the stage sounded disappointed and scolded. There were also faint cries. With the accompaniment of the sirens of the police cars and ambulances, it sounded particularly sad and frustrated.
The people who had just experienced a violent conflict found it difficult to suppress the grievances in their hearts. The director of the public relations team, who was standing behind the stage, nervously glanced at the publicity department. He was shocked to find that the senator's speech had completely deviated from the proposal.
The disappointed cries continued. The weakness shown by Tai Zhiyuan, the marching leader, might directly cause the people's hearts to scatter. There were many people's movements in history, often because of some insignificant small details that led to the terrible consequences of collapse.
At this critical moment, Tai Zhiyuan's cheeks became paler, and his eyes became sharper. He coldly looked at the supporters below the stage, put his right hand on the table, and said in a deep voice, "They are thugs, but are we going to become thugs? We are against the government's disregard for the law, but are we going to step on it in advance? If the crime we accuse becomes the tool of our choice, then what right do we have to accuse others? "
In the scene where the crowd was angry, any powerful speech, as long as it couldn't satisfy the psychological desire of the people, would not have much effect. His words were the same, and the scene did not change at all.
However, at this moment, Tai Zhiyuan covered his mouth with his left hand and coughed. His body was half bent on the table in pain, and his right hand was firmly pressed on the corner of the table. The sound of coughing was clearly transmitted to the street through the microphone, and it echoed incessantly.
"Doctor! Doctor! "
The subordinates of the senator's office rushed to the podium and anxiously called for the medical team.
Tai Zhiyuan waved his hand to stop his subordinates, slowly but firmly straightened his body, gently wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, quietly looked at the people below the stage, and continued with a hoarse voice, "Everyone, I don't want to be a more shameless leader than the president …"
Because of the violent coughing, his voice was more hoarse than before, as if his vocal cords had been polished by rough sandpaper. Every word that came out of his thin lips carried traces of blood, and when it entered everyone's ears, they could clearly feel his pain.
The people on the street didn't hear the rest of his words clearly, but the people closest to the podium noticed that the white handkerchief in his left hand was tightly clenched, and they could faintly see traces of blood. People cried out in surprise, and then the news quickly spread.
Giving up the foundation of the Millennial Family, dragging a disabled body, and leading everyone here from S2 to the capital, what was his purpose? The people looked at the thin young senator on the podium with sympathetic and respectful eyes, who was coughing up blood and seemed like he could collapse at any time. The originally noisy venue suddenly fell into silence again.
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"I want to say to Mr. President, you may have lofty ideals or dreams, but you don't have the right to make the entire Federation pay the price for your ideals or dreams. Every citizen can only be responsible for their own actions, and pay the price voluntarily. I have already declared to you and the entire Federation, what can I do, and what are you willing to give up for the Federation?"
"Today, this street was originally full of flowers that were welcomed by the people, but now there is only blood that is gradually turning black. At this moment, on behalf of everyone standing here, on behalf of those who are being rescued in the hospital, and on behalf of the three colleagues who have just left us, I reiterate our request to President Pabre, and to the government of the Federation that you lead!"
Tai Zhiyuan looked at the ambulance that was leaving, and thought about the news that he had just received, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying to hide the tears in his eyes. He clenched his fists and shouted at the camera, "We demand that the Management Committee of the Federation immediately establish a special investigation committee, and that the Supreme Court will appoint the first sequence of independent investigators."
"We demand that the president's residence hand over all data records to the committee!"
"We demand that the Patriot Act be abolished immediately!"
"We demand that the authority of the so-called joint investigation department be terminated!"
"We demand that President Pabre voluntarily give up his administrative privileges!"
"In front of the law, in front of the word 'fairness', and in front of the glory of the Constitution, no one has any reason to enjoy special privileges, including the president and the Bureau of Proclamation. You have to answer the question raised by the Capital Special District Daily. Why was the route of the Antique Bell leaked? Why was the Ghost Fleet of the Empire able to hide in that star area for so long? "
The steady and powerful voice echoed in the quiet street. Tai Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant sky and the nearby crowd. He silently remembered that a few years ago, there was once a judicial official of the Ministry of National Defense named Xu Songzi, who had once accused Colonel Lake in a hearing, and that Shi Qinghai, who had once smilingly exercised the right of arrest in the parliament hill.
At this time, a supervisor in the office suddenly rushed to the podium, walked behind him, and said a few words with a serious expression, which interrupted the young senator's memory.
Tai Zhiyuan suddenly frowned, like a plum tree that was about to burn. After a moment of silence, he approached the microphone and said to the crowd on the street, "We just received an infuriating news. Chief Editor Bob and reporter Wood of the Capital Special District Daily were arrested by the Federation government for treason after the emergency hearing in parliament hill. We don't know where they are now."
Hearing this explosive news, tens of thousands of people suddenly became restless. People waved their bleeding fists and shouted silently and angrily.
Tai Zhiyuan opened his arms and motioned for the crowd to calm down. He frowned and said, "The indescribable grief and indignation at this time reminded me of something that Master Schiller once said.
"History has already proven that when it comes to things like reform, at the beginning, it is always the task of those with knowledge who are the first to realize it. But these people with knowledge must be able to research, think, be decisive, and have perseverance. He also knows how to use power, but he doesn't lie. He guides, but he doesn't cater. He doesn't look down on himself and think that he is everyone's performer. He also doesn't look down on others and think that they are his underlings. He is just a person among the masses. I think, this is the only way to do the work of the masses. "
A wind passed through the street, blowing a corner of his thin windbreaker and lifting the hair in front of his forehead. Tai Zhiyuan slightly narrowed his eyes and said, "As a person among the masses, he can do the work of the masses. President Pabre has already used his actions to prove that he has long left the masses, so he can never become such a person.
"I don't know if I can become such a person, but I will try my best. Nothing can stop me, and you will be my most trusted partners. We will be on the road again.
"We will be silent all the way, walking through the mountains, through the cities, to the capital, to Charter Square, to the front of Parliament Hill, and to the balcony of the official residence.
"When that time comes, we will hold up the proud and noble head of the Federation and ask Pabre, 'Do you know that you are wrong?' If he still refuses to agree to our request, then … "
Tai Zhiyuan slowly raised his right arm on the stage and said, "We will not agree to it either."
On the cold street, the tens of thousands of people below the stage resonated with the thin young member of parliament on the stage. They shouted three words like thunder, shattering the autumn wind and frost.
"We will not agree!"
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The lawn under the balcony of the official residence gradually turned dark yellow. Even if it was a special breed, under the invasion of the cold day after day, it had no choice but to gradually retreat. Dozens of Special Task Force agents vigilantly watched the surroundings, and no one dared to stay outside the building. The scenery here was still peaceful. At least at this moment, the brave and hot-blooded protesters were still far away in Nankezhou and did not have the opportunity to shout endlessly and vent their anger here.
In the offices on the first floor of the official residence, the phones were ringing. As the center of the Federation's power, the official residence had to deal with too many burdensome affairs every day, especially now that the war with the Empire was still tense and ongoing, and there were many unstable factors within the Federation.
Director Breen listened to the report from the Federation's news channel director on the other end of the phone, and his face gradually became gloomy. He did not give the other party more opportunity to explain and said coldly, "There is a simplest way to deal with everything. Don't you know what to do without material? The reporters were attacked, and the freedom of the press was interfered with. Do you want me to teach you how to do it? Learn from Old Lu of Venus. He is holding a press conference at this time, accusing the silent army of condoning hooligans to beat reporters! "
After hanging up the phone, he took the teacup from his subordinate's hand and took a big sip, but he was almost scalded by the hot tea. His irritable mood suddenly broke through the critical value, and he directly scolded the female secretary who liked to wear a velvet skirt and show a pair of legs in front of him like a pig's head.
It was only when the office television began to broadcast the emergency broadcast of the news channel that Director Breen's mood improved slightly. Looking at the beautiful female anchor on the screen, his eyebrows slowly relaxed. He thought of the intimate scene he had seen in a certain place in a certain year, month, and month. He suddenly regretted his previous rude reaction and immediately reconnected the call to express his condolences.
The female anchor, who had been in the position of news anchor for nearly ten years but was still dignified and beautiful, had changed her usual calm demeanor. She frowned and used the most direct words to angrily accuse the incident that happened in the capital of South Kezhou today.
In the emergency news, the Federation News Channel severely accused the protesters of brutally attacking the police, and colluding with the notorious South Kezhou mafia to kidnap frontline reporters with the intention of interfering with the freedom of the press. Before the news segment ended, the South Kezhou government also sent a letter of reprimand and strongly demanded that the leader of the silent army, Tai Zhiyuan, must be responsible for the entire incident.
Perhaps it was to reverse black and white, to confuse right and wrong, or perhaps it was because of their different standpoints and perspectives that led to completely opposite conclusions. No matter what really happened in the cold streets of South Kezhou, after the Federation's authoritative news channel's rich and colorful embellishment, it was afraid that the austere wind of autumn and winter would gradually change direction.
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The door of the Oval Office opened silently, and Director Breen walked in with a thick stack of paper documents. He looked at the president, who was standing by the window and silently looking at the lawn, and couldn't help but be slightly startled. He remembered that in the past six months, the president seemed to be staring at the lawn in a daze too many times.
He put the paper documents in his hand on the table, and then looked at the back of the president, who was still broad but a little more desolate than before, and said, "Mr. President, this is the original draft of the article from the Capital Special Administrative Region Daily. In addition, the secretariat has also finished sorting out the speech of Tai Zhiyuan in South Kezhou."
President Pabre put down the coffee cup in his hand, turned around, and walked over. A warm smile appeared on his dark face. He patted Breen on the shoulder and said, "You've worked hard these days."
"This is what we should do."
Although it was a standard answer, Director Breen still completed it meticulously. As the president's closest subordinate, he didn't allow himself to make any mistakes in the details.
President Pabre didn't look at the original draft of the newspaper, but used the fastest speed to scan through Tai Zhiyuan's speech in South Kezhou half an hour ago. After a moment of silence, he said with slight emotion, "Eight years ago, when I participated in the presidential election, he was only a college student under the age of 20, but he was already able to independently organize the planning headquarters. Now it seems that he has improved again."
"The content of the speech was very interesting. It wasn't deliberately sensational, but it had a very calm ability to incite. In addition, it seemed that the sudden but just right coughing up blood. I have to admit that in terms of political speeches, he is already a good opponent."
The president didn't hide his admiration for Tai Zhiyuan. He put the documents on the table with a slight smile, and turned to look at Breen. "Different positions, so the methods used are naturally different. He is the challenger, so he can attack without any scruples. I have to defend my territory, but because of my identity, I can't debate with him. Speaking of which, I really miss the time when I was running for state senator, holding a microphone and debating with my opponent and the host."
Director Breen smiled and said, "Most of the people of the Federation also miss your heroic appearance on the television debate stage. Speaking of which, many readers of your electronic micromagazine have asked you to pick up the pen again and write some political articles."
The electronic micromagazine was an instant messaging platform that had only become popular in the Federation in recent years. Pabre, as the first president in the history of the Federation to come from the bottom, unexpectedly became the first user of the platform.
President Pabre's hands were on the large desk behind him. His body was slightly raised, and he looked at the retro oil painting on the ceiling in silence for a moment. He seemed to be extremely relaxed.
"Help me record this."
"Yes."
"Schiller once said that people choose a leader out of fear, out of fear of the human body, because humans are a kind of cruel animal. For others, they can turn into a beast at any time. Therefore, people want to suppress their violent impulses towards others, so everyone is willing to submit to the one and only dictator. Only this dictator can control violence. Because being afraid of such a person is much more worth it than being afraid of everyone. "
President Pabre said in a deep voice, "The reason why there was a royal society in human history, and the reason why those big families above the law were able to survive for so many years in the Federation, is all because of this spontaneous fear of human beings. Therefore, when someone tries to seize illegal power, the first thing they do is to cause a wave of violence in society and increase the people's fear of the humans around them."
Breen understood that the president's seemingly random words, coupled with the news channel's accusation, were undoubtedly a strong blow to the political foundation of the silent march.
After he finished recording, he looked at the encrypted information that he had just received in his electronic notebook. His eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked up and said with joy, "Mr. President, we just received news that General Du Shaoqing will arrive at the Old Moon base in two days."
Du Shaoqing led the four frontline divisions to take a collective rest. This was a strategy that the Federation government had long formulated, so there was no mistake in the timing. President Pabre's face did not show any more expression, only calmly smiling. However, his heart was not as calm as he looked on the surface.
For an entire three years, that famous Federation general led the troops and fought bravely on the frontline, winning him the love and respect of countless Federation citizens. However, after all, it had been too long since they last met. Was that soldier who was silent, cold, and proud like an ice sculpture, but who was incomparably loyal to him, still the same as before?
But still the same as before.
Because of these four words, President Pabre thought of that intergalactic conversation. Du Shaoqing did not express any objections to the government's decision to transfer back, and this attitude made President Pabre feel very gratified. However, the other party strongly opposed to Lieutenant General Hu Lian taking over the position of the enemy's commander-in-chief.
In Du Shaoqing's opinion, that Lieutenant General Hu, other than singing the praises of the president and helping Lee Jae-do arrange trusted aides, had no other redeeming qualities. Even if this person was an expert in ground defense battles, he was still not a suitable candidate for the current Mo Hua planet.
In fact, President Pabre understood why Du Shaoqing was so vehemently opposed. It was because the current Federal military knew very well that this Lieutenant General Hu Lian was Lee Jae-do's absolutely hardcore trusted aide. If he was allowed to become the commander-in-chief, then Lee Jae-do's power in the military would rapidly expand again.
And three years ago, before Du Shaoqing left for war, he had once warned in the president's official residence with a rare bluntness: his teacher at the First Military Academy, General Lee Jae-do, could not be considered a true soldier at all.
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President Pabre's brows deeply furrowed, his thick black eyebrows seemingly unable to bear the burden of fatigue. He said, "Don't record what I'm going to say next. I just want to have a chat with you."
Director Breen obeyed and closed the notebook. At the same time, he stopped the data collection work in the Oval Office.
President Pabre walked to the window and picked up the cup of coffee that had long since turned cold. He drank a mouthful without tasting it and said, "Tai Zhiyuan said that after a long period of secret operations, people will often forget their original purpose. In fact, I have always believed in this saying, and I am very worried that my companions from back then will forget their original purpose. However, due to the difficulty of this undertaking, we must unhesitatingly cast aside this kind of doubt. We must trust each other."
Director Breen looked at his back. From General Du Shaoqing's words at this moment, he was extremely sensitive to Mr. President's mood at this moment. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he did not dare to respond.
"The seven great families have planted so many spies in the various levels of government and bribed countless officials. Other than using secret investigations to purge them and using harsh political demands to force them to sever their relationship with those financial backers, what else can the government do?"
President Pabre turned around, a self-mocking smile hanging from the corners of his thick lips. "Perhaps Tai Zhiyuan never thought that the reason the government relies on secret operations to maintain its rule is precisely because his family and those old people are trying to shake the government's rule, and the government cannot use law and normal procedures to stop them."
"Including those protesters on the streets of Nanke, even including most of the officials in the government, just how many people truly understand what I am doing? Could it be that I am not fighting for them? "
Outside the window, the cold wind was biting cold. White frost appeared between the tips of President Pabre's brows. He was extremely tired.
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Fourteen all-black advanced bulletproof cars formed an arrogant motorcade. They passed through Highway 2 and slowly drove into the capital special district where the cold wind wreaked havoc. Under the strict request of the people in the cars, the black motorcade did not exceed the speed limit, nor did they randomly change lanes. The reason why people felt that they were arrogant was because these advanced bulletproof cars, which seemed like they should only be used by important government figures, actually all had civilian license plates of Nanke.
Under the curious and shocked gazes of the people on the streets, under the vigilant monitoring of the Federation Investigation Bureau, and under the supervision of several police cars, the black motorcade silently passed through a small part of the city and drove into the extremely beautiful Linyuan.
In the past, the Linyuan was packed with people, but today, it seemed even more lonely. The antique cast iron doors were completely open, and the attendants stood on both sides, welcoming the return of the owner.
Cold raindrops floated in the sky. As soon as the heavy car door opened, a wide black umbrella opened, blocking the raindrops outside. Then, the raindrops followed the person under the umbrella as they walked forward.
Lin Banshan looked at the thin newspaper in his hand in the dark sky and walked forward by himself. He absolutely did not have to worry about the black umbrella above his head not being able to block the rain. Relatively speaking, the words of Chief Editor Bob in the newspaper attracted his attention more than the prying eyes outside the garden.
Walking into the Linyuan hall, his subordinates helped him take off his coat that was stained with raindrops. Lin Banshan walked inside and stopped by a mahogany desk in a flowing corridor. He did not look at the official opposite him and sat down expressionlessly. He poured himself a cup of rice wine and slowly took a sip.
"After all, we are considered acquaintances. I have entrusted you with my business in Bermuda for many years. Are you not even willing to say hello now?"
The official had white hair on his temples and deep wrinkles on his forehead. He did not look young, but he was the youngest National Security Advisor in the history of the Federation.
In the face of the top five big shots in the Federation government, Lin Banshan's expression did not show any signs of loosening. He put down the wine glass and began to try to smooth out the wrinkled newspaper on the mahogany desk. It seemed that he was preparing to continue reading.
The National Security Advisor frowned slightly, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said, "Mr. Banshan, in this Federation, there are definitely no more than three people who can make me wait for so long. I'm not saying that I want you to meet me outside the Linyuan, but for the sake of this sincerity, shouldn't you show more respect?"
Hearing this sentence, Lin Banshan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of ridicule appeared in his deep eyes like craggy rocks. He said, "Meet you outside the Linyuan? In my life, I have only met one person outside the Linyuan. That person was called Li Pifu. Are you sure you have the qualifications? "
The wrinkles on the National Security Advisor's forehead deepened. The anger caused by the other party's arrogance gradually faded after hearing the name of the Military God. After a moment of silence, he looked at Lin Banshan and said very seriously, "Isn't Bermuda very good? Why do you have to come back at this time? This will make a lot of people nervous. "
"This is the Federation. This is my hometown. Do I need your permission to come back?"
Lin Banshan looked at him coldly and said, "Or does the government want to vet us, the returnees from Bermuda? If Cui Judong dares to say a word, I will admit to this. "
Hearing Cui Judong's name, the National Security Advisor subconsciously picked up the weak tea in front of him, but did not drink it. The upper echelons of the government knew very well that Lin Banshan and the Bureau of Proclamation, especially the former director, had a very complicated relationship. This person was even one of the candidates for the director of the Bureau of Proclamation. Since the current director of the Bureau of Proclamation, Cui Judong, did not dare to act rashly, then the government's path was naturally closed off.
After thinking for a moment, the National Security Advisor looked at him and said calmly, "The government knows very well why you came back, but what we don't understand is that you have already betrayed your family. Why do you seem to care so much now? And you should know very well why the government has not done anything to the Lin family."
"It seems that you really don't understand people like us."
Lin Banshan leaned back slightly, looked down at the other party indifferently, and said, "Probably only the Crown Prince can understand. We really do hate those lifeless manors, and those old men who still like to play the role of the creator behind the curtain even though they have half a foot in the grave."
His voice suddenly hardened as he stared into the security consultant's eyes and said coldly, "But you have to understand one thing. This is our home. Even if we want to destroy it, we can only destroy it with our own hands. It will never be your turn to do so."
The National Security Advisor looked at him like he was crazy. Just as he was about to say something, Lin Banshan waved his hand and forced him to swallow all his words.
Lin Banshan said mockingly, "People like President Pabre, no matter what kind of filthy things they do, will always say sorrowfully that no one understands my good intentions. I am doing this for your good. Why can't you understand? But the problem is, who the f * ck wants you to be good to me?
"A fierce man can suddenly change his face into a resentful woman. He is used to being a mother. This kind of thing is really ridiculous. However, I have a mother, so do the people on the streets of Nankezhou. Everyone in the Federation has a mother. We don't want to have another mother with a face full of black shoe polish.
"I don't like this president. This is the main reason why I came back. People who live far away from official residences pay attention to a natural and unrestrained aura. Hypocrites like this must be destroyed as soon as I see one."
Lin Banshan smiled freely and said, "Otherwise, I can't be happy."
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When the National Security Advisor heard this, he was silent for a long time. Then he smiled with a complicated expression and said, "I understand what you mean, but in the end, I still hope you can understand that although you are the local tyrant of Bermuda and have the support of some desperate hooligans at the bottom of society, this is the Federation. It is very stupid to fight against the government with these things."
After Lin Banshan expressed his attitude, he directly picked up the newspaper and began to read the article by Chief Editor Bob for the fourth time. He no longer paid attention to this person, nor did he have the intention to get up and send him off. After this big government figure left, Lin Yuan began to serve his master. Just as the cups and plates were gently passed, on a certain planet in Bermuda, the property that belonged to the National Security Advisor instantly disappeared.
Outside the window, the white mountains were still as before, and the wind and rain were bleak. At this moment, on the wide and clear floor-to-ceiling glass window, a huge glass flower suddenly appeared. Like a spider web, it shattered in an instant and then spread!
Then the dull sound of a sniper rifle bullet hitting the window rang out in spirals.
Lin Banshan looked back at the miserable glass flower on the floor-to-ceiling window and shook his head expressionlessly. Then he continued to read the newspaper calmly. The hand holding the newspaper did not tremble at all.
After a slight panic, the waiters around them immediately recovered and began to serve the dishes like flowing water. Their minds were firm, just like the seemingly ordinary but indestructible floor-to-ceiling windows around Lin Yuan.
Using a bullet to end someone's life was not a funny joke. It should be known that this man with mountain-like shoulders was not as simple as an underworld tycoon who spanned across two major galaxies.
He was Lin Banshan.
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(Today's Master Schiller, the first is Lu Xun, the second is Hobbes. I copied them from the Internet.
PS: I heard that many people don't believe that I can update three times in ten days in a row. Someone even opened a bet? I strongly recommend everyone to bet on me winning. I am very confident. This is the guts of Zhuangzi.
PS: Very well written. I really need monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.)
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