Chapter 129 19: Statement of War
Gabriel (hereinafter referred to as El) never thought of solving all the immigrants by himself.
That’s not realistic.
Furthermore, he is not a murderer (he thinks so). Since Caroline is beside God, he must try his best to control the killing.
So he just went to a few gathering areas to deal with some human scum, spread some panic along the way, and hid himself as he made his official appearance.
If that big shot had any sense, he would have understood what he meant.
But if you continue to be stubborn
In a family.
El was sitting on the sofa, eating the leftover pizza from his host's house to replenish his energy, and watching the TV in front of him.
What is being broadcast inside is an emergency press conference held late at night.
".A wanted order has been issued. Even if he is a supernatural being, when he murders our people, he is already our enemy."
"There are rumors that this mysterious supernatural being was released by the government specifically to deal with immigrants. Yes, is it true?"
"Whose rumor is it? Let him confront you instead of using your mouth to talk nonsense."
"That mysterious person is currently specifically selecting immigrants to commit crimes. Is this correct?”
“First, there is currently no evidence that he only selects immigrants to commit crimes. Second, please remember that it is your compatriots who are harmed. I hope you can uphold this. The most basic moral conscience ”
".I've finished asking my questions."
From the spokesperson's attitude, El could tell that they had no intention of compromising.
At least not on the surface.
El was thinking about his next step, should he continue to take the upper-level route and force those at the top, or should he take the lower-level route and unite people with the same vision?
Did we really kill all those big shots? Leaving behind a paralyzed country?
Reason told him that this was not a good choice.
But killing one person and warning everyone may gain something.
It’s just that we can’t simply kill them, our hypocrisy must be exposed in front of everyone.
"The day after tomorrow, Mr. Olivier will give a speech at the Place de Trault, but for the sake of public safety, this speech will be purely live broadcast."
At the end of the press conference, the spokesperson Suddenly he said something irrelevant.
El immediately understood the meaning of his words. It was an invitation or a temptation.
Although he didn't like that big shot, he had to admire his courage. After he had clearly demonstrated his inhuman abilities, he dared to make a public appearance.
Are you very confident in the defense force?
El knew that the other party must have weapons that could hurt him, but he still decided to go.
This is a great opportunity, an opportunity for everyone to wake up.
Immigration is corroding this great country, and patriots must take action now, otherwise, it will be eroded step by step until it is completely integrated.
And he is the bell ringer.
The alarm clock rings.
Ab opened his eyes.
The mobile phone was the only valuable thing he brought out.
The alarm clock above is the time he usually wakes up for work.
But now, the boss will not leave a place for him to recover from his injuries.
Fortunately, he learned a lot from the alloy wrench and should be able to find a job in a new water pipe repair company.
"Who is Abu."
A nurse came in and asked.
"I am, what can I do?" Abu raised his hand. "Your mother is out of danger. She wants to see you." The nurse handed him the crutches beside the bed. "Do you need help?"
"No, no, I can do it myself. "When Abu heard his mother's news, he eagerly took the crutch, but he was so weak that he almost couldn't hold it up.
"Let me help you. The hospital is not a place to show off." The nurse smiled and held one of A Bu's hands.
He is not trying to be brave, he is just used to refusing help from strangers.
But remembering what Olivier said here yesterday, he let go of his burden: "Thank you."
The nurse felt that this man seemed a little strange, but she didn't care, and supported him step by step. Go to the intermediate care ward.
When he came to his mother's ward, the nurse brought him a chair and left a message, "If you need anything, just press the call button," leaving space for the mother and son.
If you don’t count the other patient sleeping in the hospital bed.
"Ab, Ab" the mother whispered his name softly and held his hand.
"I'm here, mom, don't worry, I'm fine." Abu tried his best to smile and not cry.
"Fahd" The mother called another name, making Abu unable to maintain his smile.
From his expression, my mother knew what was going on. Tears shed from the corners of her eyes while she was lying down, and she patted A Bu's hand.
"Don't do stupid things. We are all sinners and wretches just like the murderer." The mother said intermittently.
Abu could understand what she meant. He had no urge for revenge. He even pitied the old man and blamed himself more.
After all, he wasn't good at hating.
"I never told your father. At that time, he was too extreme. He believed those people and became the executioner. Now, the retribution has finally come. He still can't escape."
My mother seemed tired. After saying this, she gradually fell into a deep sleep.
Abu sat next to her, and his soul finally found some refuge.
But at the same time, there is also a strong sense of urgency.
Disasters will not detour because of your suffering. He doesn't know where the old man escaped last night and whether he will come back again.
Now that the building has collapsed, it is not known whether Brother Martin died inside.
What if he doesn’t find Brother Martin and continues to come back to find him?
With a hint of worry, when it was time for the examination, he also needed to return to his ward.
On the way, he met several people in the same building who were not seriously injured.
"Is it too early to go now?"
"It's late. Look, people have already started to gather. If you go late, you're afraid that you won't be able to grab anything."
"Then Yes, I hope I can grab more cash this time.”
These words may sound confusing, but Abu knows very well that they are talking about a “parade”.
What started out as a protest against unfair official actions has now become more and more sour.
It seemed that everyone was just joining in the fun to see if they could take advantage of the situation and vent their negative emotions. There were even jokes about protesters saying the wrong reason for the protest.
But who cares, as long as you get rich.
For low-class immigrants like them, not taking advantage of them means losing money.
Although you can’t get rich overnight, if you’re lucky, you can live comfortably for a few days.
Ab asked curiously: "What happened this time?"
They looked at A Bu and then at his injured leg. One of them laughed and said, "Oh, do you want to push a wheelchair like this? I'm afraid it will be difficult to grab a bag of potato chips."
< br>Another person looked at his mobile phone and repeated: "It is to protest against the lack of official protection of District 17 yesterday, which resulted in the death of many immigrants. It is on the mobile phone, go and see it yourself."
After that, Several people left without looking back.
(End of this chapter)