Chapter 215 Conflict
Rhinefield Middle School.
Afternoon: 14:20.
Outside the conference room.
"Rockefeller, are you sure this pistol won't kill anyone?" Sophie asked again, holding a pistol and facing the confident Rockefeller in front of her.
"I'm sure that this gun can't kill anyone."
Rockefeller nodded affirmatively. He had already tried it secretly before, and it was a pistol that couldn't kill anyone.
“This is not Edici, where did you get this?”
Sophie once again looked at the Glock pistol in her hand with suspicion, and she was concerned about How Rockefeller obtained this pistol is full of curiosity.
The gun laws of various countries are different. Some countries have very strict gun laws and prohibit private ownership of guns. Some countries allow private ownership of guns, but they need to obtain relevant licenses.
Generally speaking, the attitude of central countries towards gun control is relatively strict. In the Berlin area, private ownership of guns requires very strict review and permission, and will only be approved in rare cases, such as hunters or gun enthusiasts. wait. Additionally, the law requires that all firearms be registered and must be stored in specific safety cabinets.
"This is a secret." Rockefeller said, pretending to be mysterious.
Looking at the mysterious Rockefeller, Sophie gave him a helpless look. There were quite a few secrets about him. Although she was very curious, she would not ask too much about these rather mysterious things. The topic of privacy.
"Before the plan begins, let's go over the plan again." Rockefeller said to Sophie seriously.
“Now the entire club is gathered in the conference room, and teachers and students from the whole school are also participating in this meeting. Mr. Hilton will deliver his so-called speech about the future of the club here later. What we have to do is to stop him. Of course, our stop is not a straightforward one, but a somewhat shocking one.”
"You should have witnessed those flyers I handed over before. Although they were quickly banned by the Guardians, many people in the school have already seen them. These flyers will definitely plant seeds in their hearts. , and what we have to do is to make the seeds glow."
Rockefeller pointed at the gun in Sophie's hand, his eyes were full of luster, and the expression on his face was solemn and determined.
"Later, I will be the bad guy to interfere with Mr. Hilton, and you will be the good guy. You will stand on the side of the group and judge me, and use this pistol."
After Rockefeller finished speaking After speaking, Sophie stared straight at him, which made him a little embarrassed. He touched his face and asked Sophie, who was staring straight at him:
" Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Faced with Rockefeller's sudden embarrassment, the girl's lips raised, revealing a playful smile, her eyebrows curved, as if she was happily playing hide and seek with the boy.
"Suddenly I realized that you are quite handsome."
"You, you, you... what are you talking about." Rockefeller suddenly felt a little stuffy.
"Why are your ears red?"
Sophie stared at Rockefeller's suddenly red ears and asked pretending to be curious.
"You'd better go in quickly and remember to hold your gun."
Rockefeller pushed Sophie's back and motioned for the other party to enter the conference hall quickly.
“I know, I know.”
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After saying goodbye to Rockefeller, Sophie Arriving alone in the conference room, she chose to sit at the front.
In the conference room, the lighting was soft and translucent, the seats of the parliament were neatly arranged, and the Rhinefield Middle School emblem hung above, showing the glory of the school.
Mr. Hilton, dressed in formal attire, stood on the podium with a solemn and confident expression. His eyes scanned every audience member, conveying strong confidence and deep thinking. His brown eyes were full of wisdom and strength.
Mr. Hilton looked around at the students present, and then took out a flyer. This flyer was the [Meme Advertisement] spread by Rockefeller in the school.
“I believe that all the students here have more or less seen the contents of this flyer.”
Hilton’s eyes were like blades, scanning the surrounding crowd without any concealment. His eyes are like the pupils of a hunter, always looking for any possible threat or danger.
Under his glance, the students in the conference room unconsciously became quiet.
“The content of these flyers is so ridiculous!”
“Dear students, you are the future of the club, and your future and destiny are closely linked to the motherland. However, Today, our community is in danger, and we are facing serious problems. The root of the problem lies with you.
Your generation is addicted to information entertainment, entertainment activities, and consumerism, and ignores the pressure and pressure of society. Difficulties, ignoring the needs and beliefs of the country, you have become selfish, indifferent and irresponsible. You have not only destroyed your own future, but also the future of the Berlin region.
Now, we must save it. Our Berlin region must save yourselves!
We need to rediscover our national self-confidence and self-esteem, break the cultural shackles of Edici, break the weak and evil nature of the Central Alliance, spurn the tyrannical thinking of the Oletin Empire, and abandon the exploitative and cannibalistic work of the Daeva Empire. system.
We must have our own culture and ideas. We should no longer be bound by other people's standards and evaluations. We must strengthen our beliefs, resist those abhorrent ideas, and regain our own spirit and values. , only in this way can we truly become stronger.
However, you don’t seem to understand this. You are still pursuing the so-called “freedom, equality, and fraternity” as always, but you have forgotten what these concepts represent.
Your behavior is like a headless snake moving in the wrong direction and will only get further and further away from the right path. We must stop this kind of self-deception and self-destruction. You must take action to change yourself and the world.
However, I know that this is not an easy thing. I know that you may reject my thoughts and ideas, and even dislike and reject me. However, please think about it. The society needs your strength. It needs Your actions require your sense of responsibility and responsibility.
And I will lead everyone towards the light, towards the future, towards a glorious future that belongs only to Berliners! ! !
Put your trust in me!
Only in this way can we truly become stronger! ! ! ”
Mr. Hilton’s voice was calm and magnetic, full of persuasion. The students listening to the speech below were also attracted by the teacher’s aura. They sat quietly, with straight postures and expressions on their faces. Listening carefully to every word, the audience's emotions were gradually moved by the teacher's speech. They were immersed in the teacher's thoughts on the podium, as if they could feel his enthusiasm and charm.
Bang——
And just when Mr. Hilton wanted to continue delivering his speech, a loud banging of the door suddenly sounded.
The sound of the door hitting the wall was so deafening in the closed conference room that everyone was frightened and looked towards the door.
There, a boy walked in hurriedly. He looked a little nervous, his breathing was a little heavy, and he was holding a black suitcase in his hand.
“I don’t agree with your speech!!!”
Rockefeller interrupted the atmosphere of the conference room with an excited expression. He raised his hand under Mr. Hilton’s cannibalistic gaze. The black suitcase splashed out the leaflets stored in the suitcase like water. Papers were floating all over the conference room, they were flying like fallen leaves dancing in the autumn sunshine, one after another, one after another, covering the entire conference room overwhelmingly.
The sky full of paper dances in the air, as if to promote an idea, a belief, and the power of life.
Rockefeller faced the rain of paper and walked towards Hilton step by step. His eyes were so determined, and soon he was in front of Hilton.
“Our future should not be limited to one idea or value. Everyone should have the freedom and right to choose what they think is good for themselves and society, rather than being imposed by others. Bound by ideas. As a teacher, you cannot simply blame young people for social problems. This is a one-sided and unfair view."
Under Hilton's gnawing eyes, Rockefeller shouted loudly. Said:
"I fully understand the concerns and enthusiasm of students about the current environment."
"However, I do not agree with Teacher Hilton's approach, which achieves so-called "salvation" by manipulating information, restricting freedom, and suppressing dissidents." "——This approach will only cause more contradictions and dissatisfaction, and may eventually lead to more serious crises and turmoil. We cannot sacrifice freedom and human rights in pursuit of so-called "salvation."
Secondly, we must Realize that it is dangerous and foolish to establish unnecessary contradictions and hatred."
Many people have already grasped the flyers, and most of the audience in the conference room had arrived a few days ago. They had watched this magical leaflet, and now they watched it again. Looking at the magical leaflet, they seemed to have entered another world, forgetting everything around them, leaving only the content on the leaflet. .
Many people had a little clarity flashing in their eyes.
Bang bang bang——
At this moment, Mr. Hilton clapped his hands, and his applause resounded throughout the entire conference room as if it was full of magic. The echoes continued, as if they would continue. His clapping movements were very rhythmic, and each slap was full of force. You could almost feel the vibrations in his palms.
Heavy and rhythmic applause sounded in the conference room. After hearing the applause, the clarity in the eyes of many audience members was gradually covered by a certain kind of fanaticism. This kind of fanaticism was like a sea tide, eating away step by step. The light in the eyes of those who regain their sight.
“Do you think this is a success?” Mr. Hilton sneered at Rockefeller.
"Of course I don't think this can be successful. Sometimes I really suspect that Franklin is a devil. Everything goes as he imagined, including this scene." Rockefeller also laughed.
The blond young man who made the plan seemed to have foreseen everything and laid out all the chess pieces to be played in advance. As a chess piece, he just placed the pieces according to the positions predetermined by the opponent, including now.
"What Franklin..."
Just when Mr. Hilton was confused, he saw a girl standing up in the front row of the conference room, and the other person raised her In her hand, she held a Glock pistol. The black metal surface reflected a faint light, and the calm shape showed a strong and firm sense of strength.
The gun was pointed at the speaker, and the silent conference room was suddenly broken by frightened screams. Everyone could not believe their eyes.
The infected person of [The Crowd] is different from the [Denier]. It only radicalizes the thoughts of others, not complete control. It needs an anchor called [The Leader] to maintain its operation. It requires a kind of fanatical thought to coerce people, and now the people in the conference room are at the transition between fanaticism and sobriety.
At this time, it is time to completely awaken them with an explosion!
Time seemed to be frozen, one second turned into a century.
Bang——
The gunfire finally rang out and Sophie pulled the trigger. The audience closed their eyes and heard the gunfire and the sound of the speaker falling.
At this moment, the entire conference room fell into deathly silence. Everyone stood there with their eyes wide open, their hearts beating extremely fast, and their minds filled with sounds of confusion and fear.
It was not only the audience who was stunned, but also Sophie herself. She stared blankly at Rockefeller who fell to the ground on the podium. The clothes on his chest were filled with blooming flowers of blood. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. In a pool of blood.
“How could...”
He clearly said he would not die! ! !
Sophie dropped her hand and ran to Rockefeller's side anxiously.
On the other side, Mr. Hilton's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten shit. This dramatic and funny scene completely tore through the veil of the "rabble", and he could no longer maintain it alone. It worked, and now he could only work frantically with other slaves to maintain the gradually collapsing network, and his master also appeared at this time.
A lady with a cold temperament floated above the podium in the conference room.
She was wearing a long black dress with smooth lines that highlighted her perfect figure. Her straight black hair was flying and spread on her shoulders, shimmering with silver light.
Sister Yu’s facial features are sharp and angular, and her eyebrows exude a unique temperament, which makes people involuntarily feel awe. Her eyes are deep and cold, revealing inviolable determination and perseverance, as if she can see through people’s hearts. , hiding everything about people.
Her aura is unique and powerful, making it impossible to ignore her presence, as if you can feel an unfathomable power when you are around her.
At this time, Artiwick's eyes were coldly staring at the location where Sophie fired, where her enemy finally stopped being secretive.
A handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes stood there, wearing a black windbreaker that clung to his muscular body, with a high collar, and looked very handsome. He wore a neat white shirt underneath, which covered his skin. Makes it even brighter.
And he wears a black top hat on his head, which adds a bit of mystery to him.
“Just as she seeks to rule, so she is ruled.”
The blond young man smiled and picked up the discarded Glock pistol, while Artivik kept staring at it. he.
Looking at Ativik who had been watching him, Xia Xiu raised the Glock in his hand and introduced to her with a smile:
"This pistol is an art installation I made. I named it [Unkillable Prank]. The gun is as its name suggests. It really can't kill people. The blood is all fake. That guy Rockefeller was acting hard there. , Tsk, this boy is still enjoying the girl’s knee pillow.”
Looking at the blond young man who seemed to be introducing his favorite works to his friends, [Ruling] was speechless.
Looking at Ativik who was silent, Xia Xiu continued to smile and said:
“Three men and four women, seven spare tires.”
The blond young man picked the He lowered his hat and gave a gentleman's salute to [Reign].
"Beautiful Ms. Ativik, do you want a dignified death, or..."
Bang——
A bullet was fired at Xia Xiu , and then passed through his forehead like a mold.
"Damn~, you made a very irrational choice."
The blond young man said with a look of regret, and he put the black top hat back on.
(End of this chapter)