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Chapter 1669 Speech at Lynn's Grave (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

“Okay,” He Ao nodded slightly, took the suitcase, and closed it. “Is there anything extra that requires payment?”

“Your bonus is more than enough to cover all of this,” Denon laughed. “And your two secret medicine formulas are worth a lot of money, so there will definitely be some left over. Once the process is complete, the remaining money will be settled with you.”

“Okay,” Heo glanced at Denor and nodded slightly.

Denon looked at Heo, "So, are you going to stay in the Twilight Wasteland for a while longer? Or do you want to go out for a walk?"

This is asking where He Ao wants to 'dispose of' these secret medicines.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Heo said, looking at Denon. “President, do you know where the chairman lives?”

"Huh?" Denon was taken aback. "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just a little curious about where the angels live," He Ao said casually. "If I want to find the chairperson in the future, I'll need a place to go to her, right?"

Denon gave him a deep look, then led Heo toward the side gate. He skillfully tossed a bone to the reflection of the giant serpent in the Midgard outside, diverting the serpent away.

Then, walking ahead of He Ao, he slowly said, "The Chairperson will likely be in the Twilight Wasteland for some time now. There are still many things to handle here, and the Archbishop needs to be suppressed. If you need to find her, you can come to the Twilight Wasteland anytime."

He walked to the tightly closed door, pushed it open, and said, "You already tried to come in before, didn't you?"

He pointed to the walkie-talkie on He Ao's chest, "Through this unusual walkie-talkie, you can contact me across the boundary between the supernatural and the real world, just by opening the door from the inside."

He slightly pushed open the door, and a somewhat busy office appeared before him. "Following the methods left behind by those abnormal cults, we have fixed the exit at headquarters. This is both the exit and the entrance. As long as you arrive here at the agreed time and place, we will open the door from the inside, and you can come in."

As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at the shadow of the giant serpent of Midgard that was almost chewing bones to pieces. "As long as you are fast enough, you can dodge the attack before the shadow of the giant serpent of Midgard returns. This is not a difficult task for you. You have already been here once."

He waved his hand, "There are still some roving deviant believers in Willens who haven't been caught yet. I have to go back and oversee the arrests, so I won't see you off any further."

"Okay." He Ao nodded slightly.

What Denon was talking about was actually the hidden rule for entering the Twilight Wasteland. By entering through the 'exit', one doesn't need to wait until dusk to enter the wasteland. As long as one makes an appointment with the people inside using special unusual items, one can enter at a set time.

It is only suitable for relatively strong superhumans who are fast enough to avoid being attacked by the shadow serpent.

This is a method that Denon found in the materials of the Aberrant Cult.

He Ao just got in like that, but he didn't have a walkie-talkie at the time, so he asked someone from the Abnormal Association who had communication tools to help him arrange a time.

However, it seems that Denon doesn't fully trust him yet.

“By the way,” Denon suddenly said, watching Heo walk out the door.

Carrying his briefcase and rifle, Heo turned to look at him.

“If things settle down in the future, and the chairperson isn’t in the wasteland,” Denon said, smiling as he looked at Heo, “you can go to 136 Golden Phoenix Street if you want to find her; that’s where she usually stays.”

He Ao was slightly taken aback, but Denon had already closed the door with a smile.

The door that appeared from the void slowly disappeared from his sight.

He Ao smiled slightly, shook his head, turned around and walked into the crowd, heading towards the building's exit.

-

Ilan City

Bright sunlight shone on the wide square, and bright white jasmine banners fluttered in the breeze, dancing in the sky.

A quiet tombstone stands at the beginning of the square, flanked by lush green plants, while a podium has been erected in front of it.

A man in a white suit stood on the podium, gazing at the densely packed crowd in front of him. He gripped the sides of the podium with both hands, took a slight breath, and began to speak slowly with a faint smile.

"More than a year ago today, I came here and stood here to pay my respects to the tombstone of that great mayor. A year later, I came here again and stood before this great figure in the same way."

"I must sincerely thank the people of Iran for allowing me to stand here, before the tombstone of such a great leader as Mayor Lynn, to deliver this speech."

"Over the course of more than a year, I have reviewed Mr. Lynn's speeches and the policies and changes he left behind over and over again."

"He was a great leader, a heroic mayor. Even the media and newspapers, which are entirely controlled by conglomerates, cannot obscure the achievements he left in Elan, nor can they deny the rapid changes that Elan has undergone under the influence of his policies."

His gaze lowered, sweeping over the diverse crowd below. Some were dressed in fine clothes, others in simple attire, but in each of them, a bright light shone in their eyes.
"Over the course of that year, I traveled through most of the federal cities, each one seemingly carved from the same template: homeless people living on the streets, luxurious downtown office buildings, ragged people, and emaciated children."
"But only in a very few cities, such as Elan, can I see clean walls, tidy streets, smiling faces, and chubby faces of children."

“We all know that all of this has not come easily, and we also know that conglomerates are eyeing our lives with covetous intent. Outside of Iran, in most cities of the Federation, their power remains formidable.”

"Mr. Lynn once said, 'The city of Elan is facing an unprecedented crisis, a turning point in its eight-hundred-year history and destiny.'"

"But we all know that it's not just Elan City that's facing such a terrifying crisis, but the entire Federation as well."

"It's not just the city of Ilan that's plagued by illness, hunger, debt, and displacement; the entire Federation is also suffering from these problems."

"What Elan experienced is what the vast majority of people in the Federation are experiencing, and Elan and the Federation are one."

"We all know that the power of the conglomerates is only temporarily withdrawing, not permanently withdrawing. As long as they control an inch of land in the Federation, and as long as people in the Federation live under their oppression and exploitation, they will always have the opportunity to make a comeback."

"The real war did not end with Mr. Lynn's sacrifice; in fact, it was only just beginning."

"Ilan is a great city, but we all understand that even the greatest cities find it difficult to remain intact amidst the tides of time."
"In order for our children and grandchildren to have the right to live healthily in the sun, and for our present lives to continue, change is imperative for the entire Federation."

He raised his head and looked at the crowd below the stage, as if he were standing in a sacred hall taking an oath, "I hope that one day, Mr. Lynn's various protection laws can be extended to the entire Federation."

"I hope that one day, our children, whether rich or poor, can live together under the sun, receive the same education, have full and rosy cheeks, and have pure and sunny smiles."

"I hope that one day, the elderly will not have to fear disease, children will not have to fear hunger, and the homeless will not have to fear the cold winter."

"I hope that one day, anyone who works hard will be rewarded, and anyone who loves life will not have to worry about hunger or cold."

"I hope that one day, all people will be born equal, regardless of their social status or poverty."

He gently raised his hand, his voice rising, "I believe that this era will eventually come, it will definitely come! I will dedicate everything I have to it!"
"Please support me! God bless Iran, God bless the Federation!"

The entire square fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause.

"Keminda!" "Keminda!" "Keminda!"

Some people held up signs and shouted at the top of their lungs.

The man standing on the stage simply watched all of this quietly, and then bowed deeply to everyone.

As the sun set, the people in the square gradually dispersed under the guidance of the city police.

The young man in the white suit, along with the staff around him, gathered up some simple tools.

A staff member wearing a shirt with the words "Inno Media" printed on it also came over and quickly communicated with the man to select a suitable shot.

When everything was over, and the sun had already slid far to the west, Keminda lowered his head, glanced at the mask pendant in his arms, slowly turned around, walked towards the cemetery behind him, and looked at the simple tombstone behind him.

It was at this moment that he noticed a figure wearing a white leather jacket and with fair skin standing in front of the tombstone, quietly gazing at it.

He looked up and glanced around. The staff around him were busy working, and there were no warnings from the security personnel in the distance.

He gazed at the man's back, and after a brief pause and thought, he slowly walked forward to the side of the fair-skinned man.

"Are you also here to mourn Mr. Lynn?" he asked slowly, opening his mouth gently.

“I’m just a weary passerby,” Heo said slowly, gazing at Lynn’s tombstone. “I’ll stand here for a while.”

He looked up at Keminda beside him and asked with interest, "But you, aren't you afraid I'm the assassin who's trying to kill you? Or that I'm deliberately waiting for you here?"

“I believe in the goodwill of the Iranians,” Keminda smiled. “They will not arrange for anyone to assassinate me, and Mr. Levy will not allow such a thing to happen.”

Most importantly, he vaguely felt that the man's figure looked somewhat familiar.

He Ao didn't say much, but instead looked away and said slowly, "I heard that the current president is not seeking re-election?"

“Yes,” Keminda sighed. “He’s riding high on the momentum of avenging the old president, and with his recent policies, if he seeks re-election, I really have no chance at all. It’s good that he gave up, so I can go after Svino and have a chance.”

"If he seeks re-election, he will most likely succeed. Why do you think he doesn't want to be re-elected?" He Ao asked again in a low voice.

“The official explanation is,” Keminda paused slightly, “that he was old and had been diagnosed with poor health, so he gave up his bid for re-election.”

"What's the actual situation?" He Ao asked casually.

“Actually, nobody knows,” Keminda shook his head and smiled wryly. “I once visited him, and he simply told me, ‘I can’t do it anymore. I can’t steer a ship riddled with holes in a stormy sea.’”

“And you,” He Ao stared at the tombstone in front of him, “Do you think you can handle it? When the raging waves come, the captain standing at the bow might be the first person to be swept into the sea. On this ship, an experienced old captain has already died.”

“I don’t know,” Keminda shook his head, gazing quietly at the stone tablet before him. “If a captain is worried about being the first wave to be swallowed up, then he can’t be a good captain. You have to try to know if you can handle it.”

He slightly raised his head, looking at the surrounding city buildings. "Even a wrecked ship riddled with holes might have a chance to return to port for repairs. Perhaps I can take it to a calm, sun-drenched sea, where I can completely refurbish it and start a new voyage?"

He looked away and lowered his head. "At least we have to give the ship a chance, and give ourselves a chance too."

He turned his gaze to He Ao, as if speaking to He Ao, yet also to himself, and said with a smile, "We have to give it a try, what if we succeed?"

His smile was natural, and his eyes shone brightly.

He Ao raised his head, glanced at him, and said nothing more.

He knew that Keminda had made his choice and had considered what he might encounter when he embarked on this path.

“I’ve rested enough and have to go,” He Ao shrugged gently, turned and walked toward the path beside him, raising his hand slightly. “I hope we’ll meet again someday.”

“Wait a minute,” Keminda said slowly, watching Heo’s retreating figure, “May I ask your name? I feel like we’ve met somewhere before?”

“Perhaps you’ve seen my statue,” Heo said casually, raising his hand slightly. “My name is Pete.”

His figure gradually moved forward and disappeared into the narrow path.

The staff around were still busy, and the superhumans responsible for security were naturally patrolling the area.

It seems no one noticed that a man had just stood here and then left without a sound.

Or perhaps that person never appeared at all.

Keminda lowered his head, chewing on the name, "Pete?"

Who is the Pete from Pete-Qiming Hospital?

The image of the fair-skinned man gradually overlapped with the statue he had seen in Qiming Hospital.

He slowly reached into his chest and pulled out an exquisite mask pendant.

The mask was a mix of black and white, and the corners of its mouth curved into an eerie arc.

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He slowly turned his gaze to the tombstone in front of him, looked at the name on the tombstone, and gently grasped the pendant in his hand.