Chapter 477 ‘Loyalty and filial piety are insignificant, only killing and killing’
"My idea is that it is not cost-effective to directly confront crazy media like CNN. The thoughts in their minds are incomprehensible to normal people."
Can that be understood?
The donkey media people in the United States look like crazy people, but they serve the big capitalists and the deep state. Are they really that stupid?
They belong to the category of scriptures in the brain + career binding. It seems to be a butt problem, but in fact it is a strange fruit born from the entanglement of interests and ideologies.
Anyone who responds to CNN's attacks more seriously will lose.
How can we win if we fight under someone else’s narrative system?
You don’t even have a chance to call out the martial arts master!
The idiots who support the Donkey Party always think that they are the most righteous and everyone else is evil__!
After hearing Gru's words, Temir nodded thoughtfully.
The stance of black police officers is still somewhat pro-party, and most American police officers are similar.
"So, is this what Chan meant?" The rich black-haired woman wanted to confirm whether Mr. Cheng had any objections.
"No, Chairman, we can't find Chan for everything. I am very happy to assume my obligations within my ability."
In fact, what Mr. Cheng meant was that he could do something like this, but it was not appropriate.
This is equivalent to playing Landlords. Nancy casually made a four, but Mr. Cheng couldn't just follow up with a bomb.
So, he played Gru - go ahead, Sixth, give them a little deterrence.
"So, what are you going to do?"
The chairman's lady didn't say much. She didn't really think highly of this bitch Gru, and his explicit loyalty would even make her feel chills.
"CNN said that there are gangs among Xizhou Logistics' truck drivers. This situation did exist in the past - the Mexican gang, but I have solved it.
My strategy was to get an Indian gang, you know, I had a good relationship with them. ”
Not only is that true, the Baidao gang's black money is mainly laundered through casinos in Indian reservations. Sheriff Gru knows many big shots in the Indian tribes.
"I will arrange for people to arrest a certain Indian elder who works for Xizhou Logistics - if CNN calls us happy, we will respond to them!
Then, the tribe to which the captured Indian elder belonged had reason to start making trouble.
Don’t CNN and those idiot idiots like to lick the butts of minorities?
Let the Indians make trouble in front of CNN and see how they want to end it! ”
The Donkey Party raised the banner of equal rights for ethnic minorities. Sheriff Gru’s expression changed, he stretched out his hand to take a photo, and it was instantly refined!
In fact, this is not Gru's strategy, but the merit passed down by his ancestors.
When Temir heard this, he knew that Mr. Cheng was behind the plan.
"What's the fuss about? Also, are you sure that the tribal elder you arranged is reliable?"
Cheng Daqi only needs to come up with a plan, but Temir has a lot to think about.
"Reliable, reliable, Chairman, as long as you support me, I will prepare all the procedures and no one will dare to cause trouble!"
Gru's words were very interesting, Temir blinked and asked.
"Why didn't he just tell me?"
To this question, not to mention that the black police officer didn't know the answer, even if he knew the answer, he wouldn't dare to answer it randomly.
"Maybe Chan is busy..."
The rich black-haired woman sneered and did not continue to ask.
This bitch, Mr. Cheng, is such a thief, he plans everything clearly, and the dog Gru can also act stupid.
"Okay, I agree, Xizhou's affairs are my business!"
The three-person game was played very seriously.
There is only one core guiding principle – just do it!
Step by step, we have come to today. If Nancy wants to fight, Mr. Cheng and Mi'er can pick it up! ——
At the main entrance of the LAPD, on a makeshift wooden platform, Fidel was spitting.
In front of the stage, there was a dense crowd and a dozen reporters holding long guns and short cannons.
In California, when you see this kind of scene, you don't have to think that some donkey party politician is at it again.
“They asked me, do they have the right to receive compensation?
My answer is - unforgivable!
Of course, this is not to say that these poor people are unforgivable, but that the LAPD’s brutal law enforcement behavior is unforgivable!
U.S. police officers are hired by American taxpayers, and among their duties, they do not hit people with their police cars!
Look at this young man. He is only twenty years old. He is a great young man with a future. He came to Saint-Loto with the American dream in mind!
But now, he has lost his leg and is facing huge medical bills. His life, and the lives of many people like him, have been ruined by the violent law enforcement of the LAPD!
We hired them and gave them missions and responsibilities, but this trust has been exploited by them and become an excuse to export violence and create injustice!
Today, I stand here, not for the sake of popularity or votes - my heart is crying!
You may not know much about me, but I have been a public defender for many years and I have seen too much misfortune and sadness!
But compared with this huge and ridiculous tragedy, those misfortunes and sorrows don’t even seem regrettable!
The desire for justice drives me and makes me stand here!
I am not afraid of the malice of the so-called police group towards me!
I am standing here, not for anyone else, just for myself, for the beautiful, united, and friendly America in my heart.
They would say, ‘Hey, Fidel, it’s useless, the world is bad and it’s getting worse, your efforts are useless, in vain. ’
But I will fight back, I will fight back with actions, I will fight back with firm actions, I will fight back with lasting and unremitting actions!
The future of America is closely related to each of us. It concerns everything about us. Now, standing at this dangerous intersection, let those ridicules and doubts go to hell!
Friends, stand up and raise our voices, our voices of opposition!
When the American police agencies become accomplices of the bureaucracy, when the American police agencies lose their principle of respecting responsibility, we must stand up and tell them-STOP!
Stop it!
Stop the spreading violence!
Stop the ever-expanding law enforcement borders!
Stop the selective persecution of vulnerable groups!
I'm standing here, standing at the door of the LAPD, come on, I'm not afraid of you! ”
The reporters' flashbulbs were flashing and they were snapping shots, some of them photographing a young man with a broken leg, and some of them photographing Fidel.
Under the flashlight, Fidel's whole body was bathed in light, and he seemed to have a bright future.
In the Sheriff's Office in the LAPD headquarters building, Lake and several confidants were connected through the phone of the people below, and listened to Fidel's speech throughout.
Because his men were by his side, Mr. Sheriff's face remained as usual and he was in good spirits.
But in his heart, he had already greeted all eighty-eight generations of Field's ancestors.
‘Father, you are not afraid of us, I am afraid of you! ’
‘What does it mean to stop selective persecution? Isn’t this just a stereotype? ’
‘Fight back, fight back, fight back you ****, what have we done, you have to fight back? ’
‘What do you mean by the police group’s malice against you? I didn’t even know who you were before today! ’
‘You’re just trying to catch the heat, you’re pretending to be the same, you politicians are really cheap! Bitch! ’
No matter how harshly Lake scolded in secret, Fidel would not hear it and he would still output it below.
"Mr. Fidel, you said that the police concealed the number of casualties in the truck rollover that night. So, what is the real number of casualties?"
Pass the knife, standard hand the knife.
In the Sheriff's Office, Burns could hardly sit still.
"At least fifty people died! Fifty people! In order to evade responsibility, the police concealed the horrific number of casualties!"
In fact, Fidel knew the real number - thirteen people died, two were reported, and eleven were concealed. But he decided on the spur of the moment to explode a big one!
He has received opportunities that many people long for but never see. The mercy from the sky is so intoxicating, but Field understands even more how shallow his foundation and talent are.
If he doesn't dare to fight, how can he go far!
As a lawyer, he knows the legal risks he will face if he irresponsibly falsely reports numbers, but he is not afraid!
West Coast Redemption Correctional Company, a subsidiary of Xizhou, already has its own private prison. Being in jail can even become a special qualification for Fidel.
After entering, you might even have the opportunity to write a book called "We Can Struggle, Too"!
Fidel's answer was like pouring water into a pot of boiling oil. The crowd at the entrance of the LAPD headquarters exploded, and so did Burns in the LAPD Sheriff's Office!
"Damn, he is slandering!"
Burns was so angry that he was ejected from the chair and jumped up.
"Shut up!" Lake glared at him.
It's not that Mr. Sheriff has a strong heart and isn't in a hurry, but that he is also a little confused.
Fidel was so bold that he doubled the number five times. Who wouldn't be confused?
Moreover, Lake knew the nature of the American police very well, and he actually did not doubt the authenticity of the bomb thrown by Fidel.
What if?
It's not impossible.
Noticing the unkind look from the Sheriff, Burns wanted to explain, but Fidel spoke again.
"A police inspector named Burns claimed that all those injured in the truck rollover case received good first aid, which greatly reduced their injuries, so the actual number of casualties was so low.
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But I am certain - the crematorium in Saint-Loduo burned dozens more unknown corpses in the two days after the truck rollover than the previous average! ”
Eleven can also be dozens, and Fidel’s masterful use of quantifiers here fully demonstrates the charm of journalism.
Mr. Cheng, who was watching Fidel's movements on the other side, secretly nodded in approval.
How to say it.
He is not really an honest man, but he does have a talent for politics.
Lake signaled his men to turn off the phone. What Fidel said next was not important. This unknown little politician just wanted to hype up!
"Burns, tell me."
Facing the boss's inquiry, Burns opened his mouth and didn't know where to start.
Concealment does exist. He concealed it first, and Lake hinted that he concealed it again. After concealing it twice, the numbers are indeed a bit far from the real situation.
But.
"He is lying, there are absolutely not fifty dead people!" Burns said with hatred and injustice.
Lake shook his head. Sure enough, the numbers Burns reported to him for the first time were also false!
"How many people died!"
Burns looked around at the people around him uneasily. Except for him, everyone else in the Sheriff's Office was transferred from the state police by Lake.
He realized that after Lake finally established himself, he might be abandoned because of this incident.
"Eleven, the total number of dead is eleven, Mr. Lake."
The Sheriff closed his eyes, raised his head, and leaned back in his chair.
People are numb.
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On the light brown artistic stone wall, stories of Catholic saints were outlined. Mr. Cheng stood in front of the stone wall and looked at it casually.
He has always felt like he was looking at things in the fog when it comes to religion. After all, there is a cultural gap.
"Moses parted the sea, and the water rose high, forming two walls of water. He led my ancestors into it, walking on flat ground.
Pharaoh's pursuers were blocked by the sea, their carriages and horses sank, and they could no longer pursue. ”
Wolfe finally came, and the head of the Dracula family noticed that Mr. Cheng was studying the murals, so he told the story recorded in the murals in a disgusting aria.
"Finally they reached Canaan, the promised land flowing with milk and honey.
Everyone has their own promised land.
If you want to get there, you must not only experience the reality of suffering and pursuit, but also worship God’s grace.
Chan, you have a huge disdain for the sufferings of reality, which appear again and again but are solved by you.
Yet I have never seen a trace of God's grace manifest in you. ”
This is actually an insult.
Wolfe was rude.
He was reminding Mr. Cheng, buddy, don't be too crazy.
"Lack of faith may also be a kind of faith in itself. Instead of placing my spirit on invisible and distant gods, I prefer to believe in myself.
Of course, Wolf, I can also apologize if this answer makes you uncomfortable. ”
Cheng Daqi turned around and replied calmly.
I believe in myself more than God!
In Cheng Zong's narrative system, God is actually not as important as himself.
This statement, in a Western context, can be called "loyalty and filial piety are not worth mentioning, only killing, killing, killing" is generally treasonous and unethical.
"God is not far away, my friend. When you learn to fear him, he is present in every place you can think of and see."
Wolfe said seriously.
No matter how hard you argue, you can't win this kind of debate. Mr. Cheng chose to just take off God's pants.
"Awe? I only saw God's followers fighting each other for thousands of years.
The Themir family has been making usury in the name of God since the Roman period. Are you saying that there is God in usury and all indulgences are divine grace? ”
The prosperity and development of the church is based on reality. Believers who have the scriptures in mind can practice asceticism, but the grassroots church that needs to survive cannot do without eating grains.
Church property and religious taxes are nothing new anywhere. Mr. Cheng knows very well what was going on in the early European churches.
Believers have gained salvation from their faith, priests have gained power and wealth from their faith, and senior officials have helped their families gain a lasting inheritance from the stability of their faith.
Everyone has what they think is a bright future.
Faith is the ultimate form of ideological power, and Mr. Cheng is well aware of this.
Wolfe used his technical incompetence to attack Mr. Cheng's arrogance, and Mr. Cheng used his thoroughness in the Tao to attack Wolfe's ignorance.
This time, Mr. Cheng wins.
"Actually, I want to say that indulgences are not a bad thing. Is there anything you need my help with?"
The head of the Dracula family decided to give up the war of words. If President Cheng wants to win, let him win. As long as the benefits that should be taken are given to President Cheng, Wolf will be happy to lick President Cheng's boots.
(End of chapter)