America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 477: 'Loyalty and filial piety are not important, only killing, killing and killing'

"My thought is that it is not worth confronting crazy media like CNN directly. The thoughts in the minds of these people are incomprehensible to normal people."

Can you understand that?
The Donkey Party media people in the United States look like crazy people, but they serve big capitalists and the deep government. Are they really that stupid?
They are the type who have scriptures memorized and are bound to their careers. It seems to be a problem of the butt, but in fact it is the strange fruit born from the entanglement of interests and ideology.

Anyone who responds to CNN's attack with even a little bit of seriousness will lose.

How can you possibly win if you fight under someone else’s narrative system?
You don't even have the chance to cry out to the martial arts master for his injustice!
The crazy people who support the Donkey Party always think that they are the most righteous and everyone else is evil__!

Hearing Gru's words, Temir nodded thoughtfully.

The stance of the black police is still somewhat party-oriented, and most American police are similar.

"So, is this what Chan meant?" The black-haired rich woman wanted to confirm whether Mr. Cheng had any opinions.

"No, Chairman, we can't go to Chan for everything. I am happy to fulfill my obligations within my ability."

In fact, what Mr. Cheng meant was that he could take action in this matter, but it was not appropriate.

This is equivalent to playing Landlord. Nancy casually plays a four, and Cheng can't just follow up with a bomb.

So, he played Gru - Go ahead, Lao Liu, give them a little deterrence.

"So, what are you going to do?"

The chairman didn't say much. She actually didn't think much of this bastard Gru. His blatant loyalty even made her feel sick.

“CNN said there were gangs among the truck drivers of Xizhou Logistics. This situation did exist before - Mexican gangs, but I solved it.

My strategy is to get an Indian gang, you know, I have a good relationship with them."

It's more than true. The dirty money of the white gangs is mainly laundered in the casinos in the Indian reservations. Sheriff Gru knows many big shots in the Indian tribes.

"I will arrange for someone to arrest a certain Indian elder who works for Xizhou Logistics - if CNN calls for it, we will respond to them!

Then, the tribe to which the captured Indian elder belonged had a reason to start making trouble.

Don’t CNN and those idiots from the Donkey Party like to lick the asses of minorities?

Let the Indians go to CNN and see how they 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 grab it and refined it in an instant!
In fact, this was not Gru's strategy, but a skill passed down by his ancestors.

When Temir heard this, he knew that it was President Cheng who was behind the plot.

"What's the fuss? Also, are you sure that the tribal elder you arranged is reliable?"

Cheng Daiqi only needs to come up with a plan, but Temir needs to consider a lot more.

"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?"

For this question, not to mention that the black policeman doesn't know the answer, even if he knew the answer he wouldn't dare to give a random answer.

"Maybe Chan is busy..."

The black-haired rich woman sneered and didn't ask any further questions.

Mr. Cheng is such a cunning bastard, he calculates everything clearly, even the bastard Gru can play dumb.

"Okay, I agree. Xizhou's affairs are my affairs!"

It was a game for three people and everyone played it very seriously.

There is only one core guiding principle - just do it!
Step by step, today, Nancy wants to fight, but Cheng Zong and Mi Er can take it! ——
At the main entrance of LAPD, on a makeshift wooden platform, Fidel was speaking with spit flying.

In front of the stage, there was a dense crowd and more than a dozen reporters holding cameras.

In California, when you see this kind of scene, you can easily tell that it’s some Donkey Party politician at work again.

“They asked me, are they entitled to 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!
The American police are employed by American taxpayers, and driving police cars into people is not one of their duties!
Look at this young man, he is only twenty years old. He is a great guy with a future. He came to Saint-Lou with the American dream!

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 turned into an excuse to export violence and create injustice!

Today, I stand here, not for the slightest purpose of seeking fame or votes - my heart is crying!
You may not know me very well. I have been a public defender for many years and I have seen so much misfortune and sadness!

But compared with this huge and absurd tragedy, those misfortunes and sorrows do not even seem regrettable!
The desire for justice drives me and makes me stand here!
I am not afraid. I am not afraid of the malice towards me by the so-called police group!

I stand here not for anyone else, but only for myself, for the beautiful, united, and friendly America in my heart.

They'll say, 'Hey, Fidel, it's no use, the world is terrible and it's getting worse, your efforts are useless, they're in vain.'

But I will fight back, I will fight back with action, I will fight back with firm action, I will fight back with persistent and unremitting action!

The future of America is closely related to each and every one of us. It concerns everything about us. Now, standing at this dangerous intersection, let all the ridicule and doubts go to hell!
Friends, stand up and make our voices heard, the voices of opposition!
When America's police agencies become accomplices of bureaucracy, when America's police agencies lose their principle of respecting responsibility, we must stand up and tell them - STOP!

stop!
Stop the spread of violence!
Stop the ever-expanding enforcement perimeter!
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' flash lights were clicking non-stop, some were taking pictures of the young man with a broken leg, some were taking pictures of Fidel.

Under the illumination of the flashbulbs, Fidel was bathed in light and seemed to have a bright future.

In the sheriff's office in the LAPD headquarters building, Lake and several confidants listened to Fidel's entire speech via a phone call from their subordinates.

Because his men were around, the sheriff looked calm and composed.

But in his heart, he had already greeted all eighty-eight generations of Field's ancestors.

"Dad, you are not afraid of us, but I am afraid of you!"

'What do you mean by stop selective persecution? Isn't this just a stereotype that comes out of your mouth?'

'Hit back, hit back, hit back you ****, what did we do that you have to hit back?'

"What do you mean by the police group has ill will towards you? Before today, I didn't even know who you were!"

'You just want to take advantage of the popularity, and you are pretending to be very good. You politicians are really cheap! Bitch!'

No matter how harshly Lake cursed in secret, Fidel would not hear it because he was still outputting.

"Mr. Fidel, you said that the police concealed the number of casualties in the truck rollover accident that night. So, what is the real number of casualties?"

Hand over the knife, the standard way of handing over the knife.

In the sheriff's office, Burns could hardly sit still.

"At least fifty people died! Fifty! In order to evade responsibility, the police concealed the horrific casualty figures!"

In fact, Fidel knew the real number - 13 people died, 2 were reported, and 11 were concealed. But he decided to make a big move at the last minute!
He got the opportunity that many people longed for all their lives but never had. The mercy from heaven was so intoxicating, but Field knew even more clearly how shallow his foundation and talent were.

If he doesn't dare to fight, how can he go far!
As a lawyer, he is well aware of the legal risks he will face for irresponsibly falsifying figures, but he is not afraid!
West Coast Redemption Correctional Services, a subsidiary of West Continental, already has its own private prison, and going to jail can even be a special qualification for Fidel.

After I get in, maybe I’ll have a chance to write a book called “We Can Also Struggle”!

Fidel's answer was like pouring a basin of water into a pot of boiling oil. The crowd in front of the LAPD headquarters exploded, and Burns in the LAPD Sheriff's Office also exploded!
"Damn it, he's slandering me!"

Burns was so angry that he exerted force on his buttocks and jumped up directly from the chair.

"Shut up!" Lake glared at him.

It’s not that the Sheriff is strong and not anxious, but that he is also a little confused.

Fidel was so bold that he directly increased the number fivefold. Who wouldn't be confused?

Besides, Lake knew the composition of the American police very well, and he didn't doubt the authenticity of the bomb thrown by Fidel.

What if?
It's not impossible.

Noticing the sheriff's unfriendly look, Burns wanted to explain, but Fidel spoke again.

"Inspector Burns claimed that all those injured in the truck rollover received good medical treatment, which greatly reduced their injuries, so the actual casualty figure was so low.

But I can be sure that the crematorium in Saint-Loto burned dozens more unidentified bodies than the average in the two days after the truck rollover! "

Eleven can also mean dozens. Fidel's superb use of quantifiers here fully demonstrates the charm of journalism.

On the other side, Mr. Cheng, who was paying attention to Fidel's movements, secretly nodded in approval.

how to say.

He is not a truly honest man, but he does have a talent for politics.

Lake signaled his men to turn off the phone. Fidel's subsequent words were not important. This unknown little politician just wanted to hype himself up!
"Burns, tell me."

Faced with his boss's inquiry, Burns opened his mouth, not knowing where to start.

Underreporting did happen. He concealed the truth first, and then Lake hinted that he concealed it again. After two concealments, the numbers were indeed a bit far from the actual situation.

but.
"He's lying. There are definitely not fifty deaths!" Burns said with hatred and injustice.

Lake shook his head. Sure enough, the number Burns reported to him the first time was also false!
"How many people died?"

Burns looked around uneasily. In the sheriff's office, except for him, everyone else was transferred by Lake from the state police.

He realized that after Lake had completely established himself, he might be abandoned because of this incident.

"Eleven. That's eleven dead, Mr. Lake."

The sheriff closed his eyes, raised his head, and leaned back in his chair.

People are numb.
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The stories of Catholic saints were sketched on the light brown artistic stone wall. Mr. Cheng stood in front of the stone wall, looking at it casually.

He has always felt like he was in the fog when it comes to religion and other things, after all, there is a cultural barrier.

"Moses parted the sea, and the water rose high, forming two walls of water. He led my ancestors and they walked into them as if they were walking on flat ground.

The Pharaoh's pursuers were blocked by the sea, their chariots and horses all sank, and they could no longer pursue.

Wolfe finally arrived. The head of the Dracula family noticed that Mr. Cheng was studying the murals, so he began to tell the story recorded in the murals in a disgusting aria.

“Finally they reached Canaan, the promised land flowing with milk and honey.

Everyone has his or her own promised land.

To get there, one must not only go through the sufferings of reality, but also worship God’s grace.

Chan, you have a huge contempt for the sufferings of reality. They appear again and again, but you solve them every time.

However, I have never seen any trace of God's grace in you."

This is actually an insult.

Wolfe was rude.

He was reminding Mr. Cheng, buddy, don’t be too arrogant.

“Having no faith may itself be a kind of faith. Rather than pinning my spiritual hopes on invisible and distant gods, I prefer to believe in myself.

Of course, Wolfe, if my answer makes you uncomfortable, I can also apologize. "

Cheng Daiqi turned around and calmly retorted.

I trust myself more than God!

In Cheng Zong's narrative system, God's weight is actually less than his own.

In the Western context, this statement can be regarded as a heinous crime like "loyalty and filial piety are not worth mentioning, only killing, killing and killing is worth mentioning."

"God is not far away, my friend. When you learn to be reverent, He exists in every place you can think of and see."

Wolfe said seriously.

There was no way Cheng could win this kind of debate, so he chose to simply pull off God's pants.

"Awe? I've only seen God's followers killing each other for thousands of years.

The Temir family has been lending money at high interest rates in the name of God since the Roman era. Are you saying that there is God in usury and that indulgences are all divine grace?"

The prosperity and development of the church has a realistic basis. Believers who have scriptures memorized can practice asceticism, but grassroots churches that need to survive cannot do without food.

Church property and faith tax are not new things anywhere, and Mr. Cheng knows too well what the churches in ancient Europe were like.

Believers gained salvation from their faith, priests gained power and wealth from their faith, and the top leaders helped their families gain lasting inheritance from the stability of their faith.

Everyone has what they believe to be a bright future.

Faith is the ultimate form of ideological power, and President Cheng is well aware of this.

Wolfe used his incomplete skills to attack Mr. Cheng's arrogance, and Mr. Cheng used his insight into the Tao to fight back at Wolfe's ignorance.

This time, Mr. Cheng wins.

"Actually, I want to say that indulgences are not such a bad thing. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The head of the Dracula family decided to give up the verbal dispute. If Mr. Cheng wanted to win, let him win. As long as Mr. Cheng gave him the benefits he deserved, Wolf would be happy to lick Mr. Cheng's boots.

(End of this chapter)