Almighty painter

Chapter 910 Ah, Iceberg, Iceberg (Part )
Time goes back to two incense sticks ago.

"Stewie Griffin" turned sideways in the corridor and politely let the young man passing by. The waiter from the party outsourcing company smiled politely.

This behavior made him very unhappy.

"Orientals...are always a big problem."

He said to himself in his mind.

He was too lazy to distinguish which country of CJK the person opposite him was from.

Chinese, Japanese or Korean, what difference does it make? As for Singaporeans, Malaysians, Indonesians or those small countries around, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, Asians tend to be like locusts, running everywhere.

"Peter" is Austrian.

He said that at the end of World War I, his grandfather, who was still a child at the time, told him that the entire city was in the grip of severe hunger.

And it was cold. In the winter of 1919, there was not a single tree left in the entire Prater Park, or on the streets of Vienna.

You know, it was once affectionately called the Forest City!
Any tree.

The people, shivering with cold, were dragged back home, thrown into the fireplace and chopped into firewood and burned. The chastity of a German girl could only be exchanged for a bag of potatoes.

"But the piano..."

Even in the most difficult winter after the war, pianos were still a scarce commodity, and were also people's most important form of entertainment and hope for survival.

No one would chop up a piano and use it as firewood.

"Peter" said that at that time, his great-grandfather wanted to exchange three months' worth of potatoes from the farm for the piano in the family's house, but was still rejected.

This is their noble national character.

The Germanic people not only produced the most tenacious and elite warriors, but also the greatest philosophers and artists. This is proof that God created this outstanding nation and gave them the legitimate right to rule the world.

They did rule the world before the war.

The world is Europe.

Europe is civilization.

The Habsburgs, the Hanoverians, the Romanovs, the Hessians of Finland, the Wettins of England.

A Germanic man.

A German.

In Germany they are the emperors of the Germans, in Russia they are the tsars of the Russians, and in Britain they are the kings of the British (note).

(Note: This is also a common way for the right wing to promote superiority. But strictly speaking, according to the racial classification of the mustache back then, these families may not be considered pure Germans. Of course, if we must follow the one drop of blood principle, there is a drop of German blood... that's another story.)
They are invited by the whole world to be their own monarchs and noble masters.

Be the monarch of the Anglo-Saxons, the monarch of the Slavs, and the monarch of the Latins.

They are born the purest and finest race in the world.

Why did they lose the war?
Because of the despicable conspiracy of the weak, traitors and some inferior people among them, it was these people who caused them to lose countless precious job opportunities in that cold winter.

They have infiltrated every aspect of this country and taken away jobs that belong to their own noble citizens.

They tried to make the last noble descendants of the Aryans disappear completely in the long river of history. This was a reverse cleansing of the superior race by the inferior race.

"Peter" said.

now.

Such a story is happening once again in Europe, and their sacred mission is to stand up bravely and stop it from happening before things become irreversible.

"Peter Griffin" is the eldest brother and the only one among them who has received complete military training in the past.

After being expelled from the army.

He trained them and educated them.

Young people are actually not very fond of Peter.

Please.

Who did he think he was? He spoke in a pretentious, speaker-like accent about Aryans, and treasured the Iron Cross and the slim Luger pistol that he found from nowhere. The worst part was that he liked to paint one or two paintings in his spare time.

This imitation behavior is really too obvious.

Young people really can’t complain.

There were many times when he couldn't help but want to tell "Peter" that his behavior was called Cosplay, which was very popular among today's Generation Z young people.

And the other party is not really a good Coser.

If you were to be at a comic convention, you would definitely be the fat guy who would be despised and ridiculed. My God, if you want to cosplay as the Führer, you should at least reduce your belly first, right?

Ever since the other party retired from the army.

He continued to gain weight and there was no turning back.

"One day, I will definitely organize a global comic convention where I COS the president."

As "Stewie" lowered his head to let through the narrow passage in the cabin, this rather strange thought arose in his mind.

Although young people are somewhat disdainful of "Peter's" failed imitation behavior.

He still has to admit it.

Most of the time, what the other party says makes a lot of sense.

How can it be reasonable for the superior nation to give way to the inferior nation, and how can it be reasonable for the superior nation to serve the inferior nation?

That's the problem.

But the problem must be solved after all.

"Oh, I heard that Asian prostitutes are pretty good. I should go and try them if I have a chance."

(Note: This quote is adapted from a documentary that reflects far-right culture.)
"Stewie" suddenly frowned and stepped hard on the floor with the forefoot.

He noticed that the Oriental man turned his head and stared at him.

There was a certain probing and searching look in the other person's eyes that offended him.

The territory behind his smile was invaded.

Is it an illusion?
The waiter didn't like the look.

He also didn't like the hidden meaning implied by this look.

This made him feel like a weak person, his territory, his pride was violated. The shame behind his behavior of giving way to the other party was solidified by this look, and he couldn't easily put it behind his mind.

then.

The young waiter turned away.

"Feel sorry."

The Asian man in the shirt realized his unhappiness, apologized softly, turned around and continued walking forward.

ho.

Orientals are like that.

They are weak, temperless lambs who can only huddle together and bleat. If you frown slightly, they will start to apologize in panic.

"Stewie" sneered in his mind.

"Oh!"

He mouthed the words to the other person's back, imagining the bullet piercing through the other person's forehead, with blood gushing out, and the guy still having a look of fear on his face when he fell down.

but……

not now.

There are more important things now, they are not here for such a small role.

How do you say "Peter"?

Deworming is important.

But eradicating the scum among the Aryans and ensuring the purity of the grain are far more important than eliminating one or two bugs.

It was because of the existence of people like that that they lost the war twice in a row.

That woman is not a truly superior race.

"Stewie" searched Wikipedia and found that they had many marriages, including Spanish Latinos, Slavs, Ottomans...

"Irina."

This name sounds very Eastern European and Slavic.

Maybe there is Mongolian blood in her body.

No wonder, the other party's great-grandfather, when the old high-ranking nobles in Austria joined the imperial army and fought for the honor of the great Aryans.

She dared to stand against the leader. She had a lot of bad qualities hidden in her body due to her mixed blood.

She's a real bastard.

A wheat plant that has been grafted and hybridized many times still maintains its beautiful appearance, but its interior has been mixed with inferior genes.

No need to say.

The fact that she uses a wheelchair is the most irrefutable proof of the existence of inferior genes.

If the head of state were still alive, people like this would also need to be dealt with collectively.

William II has already proved how serious harm a flawed ruler can cause.

And the Austro-Hungarian Empire?
They were at the top of the European bloodline contempt chain, but ultimately failed and perished. The ultimate reason for this was that there were too many weeds and bugs in the empire.

Like the Elena family.

A person who has a noble mission but is willing to degenerate and indulge himself.

“Stewie” was never going to be tolerated.

Eradicating the scum among the Aryans and ensuring the purity of the grain seeds are far more important than killing one or two bugs.

An execution-style execution was what she deserved.

As the waiter walked along the long and narrow corridor inside the cabin, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened a Telegram group.

"No one should be given the right to stay in Germany except biological Germans. Why are our incomes getting smaller, why is our life becoming more difficult?"

“Those people exist, that’s why.”

A few days ago.

A vote is taking place in the group regarding a certain social issue.

This kind of discussion topic often appears in the group. The people in this group all think that they belong to an organization like the "Knights Templar" in the Middle Ages and discuss various issues.

They claim to hold a particular ethnic view.

"Stewie" knows.

In the outside world, they are often more broadly referred to as "white supremacy" or... "neo-Nazi".

The waiter didn't care.

The suffering Savior Christ was also crucified by pagans, but in the end, he will be resurrected from the dead.

Just like the Führer would die and be resurrected in their bodies.

White supremacy has always been their philosophy.

As for the "new Nazi", for all those who worship the head of state as an idol - isn't it affirmation, approval and praise?

At this time.

The waiter saw someone sent a photo in the group, which was a slogan.

"STOP ASIAN HATE!!!"

Please stop the Asian hate.

The last word on the slogan was obliterated by a bright red swastika.

then.

The slogan thus became:

"STOP ASIAN!!!"

Thinking of what had just happened, the waiter couldn't help but smile knowingly.

He clicked the thumb finger below and gave the picture a like. Then he took out his mobile phone and sent a photo.

That was Miss Elena’s back standing by the boat, and her personal Twitter account, which had retweeted the social message that she would attend Liu Ziming’s salon at the beginning of this month.

"Mr. Liu Ziming told me that this is a ten-day talk that only lasts one night. In this isolated place, you can drink, party, chat, watch games, or listen to people you are interested in telling stories that interest you. It is not limited to art, and it doesn't matter if you go off topic."

“I like the idea of ​​this.”

“Art is a serious job for me. Once it gets off topic, it becomes part of my daily life.”

Someone recognized the identity of the woman in the photo.

"That pretty chick?"

Someone in the group said, "Art critic... or something, I bet her chest can hold two pints of beer, maybe three."

People made crude and obscene jokes as a matter of course.

The waiter looked at the text on the screen.

"I do not like her."

He wrote.

"I love only pure Germanic art. It's the only holy art in the world. I love it too much. The rest -"

The waiter sent the word bastard.

"I'm about to do something really big."

After a few seconds.

Someone in the group asked curiously: "What are you going to do?"

"Peter" never allowed them to discuss specific action plans on their social media accounts.

INS doesn’t work.

Twitter doesn’t work.

Neither does Reddit.

Even this kind of end-to-end encrypted chat software doesn't work.

Although Peter looks like a combination of a grumpy orator and a failed Cosplayer.

Involves specific actions.

He still has the rigor and caution that are unique to people who have received professional military training.

But until now.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, "Peter" himself will also make a statement on his social media account.

"Watch the news then."

The waiter said succinctly.

He stepped forward, pushed open the door and walked into the small pipe maintenance room.

"Peter", "Lois", "Meg" and "Brain" were already inside. Two large travel bags were hung on the pipe, and from the openings of the travel bags, the cold figure of a gun was revealed.

"Give him a gun."

The oldest middle-aged man said.

"You're later than I thought."

"It just delayed me a little bit. I was thinking about whether I could accompany the target privately and push her wheelchair or something, but she refused."

puff.

The short boy next to him laughed out loud.

"The 2, 8 rule. The 2, 8 rule. Stewie."

He said.

What he was talking about was not the 28 laws of wealth, but a saying that is often circulated among young people in the West on Instagram.

Only 20% of men in the world are attractive.

These 20% of men control 80% of the world's female resources, and they indirectly control the entire world through these 80% of women.

"Even when you were facing hostages, you only got a NO."

The short boy smiled viciously and threw a small Glock pistol from his handbag over.

"It seems your 'gun' isn't big enough."

“Fuck.”

Seeing this scene, "Peter" couldn't help but kick him hard.

"I've told you so many times, don't throw the gun, don't throw the gun, it might go off accidentally. This is a small room with metal walls all around, are you trying to kill us?"

(End of this chapter)