Shadow Empire

Chapter 669 Brainwashing and Greatness

The middle-aged man standing in front of the refugees had eyes that were not flickering with hatred or anger, nor were they dull.

He is in this position because he has a mission.

Hope found him a few days ago and talked to him about some things. Until this moment, he still clearly remembered the shock that conversation brought him!
"Do you think anyone really cares about our life or death, except ourselves?" This is what Hope said, and now it should be added as Mr. Hope. This is the first sentence Mr. Hope said to him.

He was working for Mr. Hope, and as his popularity among the refugee community grew, some Federation people began to approach him.

Those federal people who come into contact with him must want to gain benefits from him, and this is a manifestation of the advanced nature of the federal capitalist society.

If people want to gain more benefits from him, they will first bait him and let him get some benefits, whether financially or in other ways.

In short, he became rich. While most other refugees were still racking their brains for how to avoid hunger and freezing to death, he had already put on thick cotton clothes and ate very well.

He found some more educated people to work for him, and this middle-aged man, this middle-aged teacher was one of them.

He is a high school teacher with a certain cultural foundation, which makes him stand out among this group of people, most of whom are illiterate.

That's what Mr. Hope asked him that day. Apart from themselves, who else really cares about their life or death?

This is indeed a question. He thought about it for a long time, and finally shook his head regretfully, "No, sir."

Mr. Hope nodded solemnly, "Yes, no, it's just us."

"We thought that after escaping from the battlefield, we would at least have a chance to survive, but after coming here, we found that it is not easy to survive in the Federation."

"Sometimes I really don't know how those people at the bottom of the Federation can hold on!"

His complaint made the middle-aged teacher grin and want to laugh, but he held it back.

Mr. Hope sighed, "We can't just do nothing!"

"If we don't do anything, many more people will die this winter because they don't have clothes to keep them warm through the winter, because they don't have food to eat during the cold and hungry nights."

“We want to change the status quo!”

He said it with such conviction that the middle-aged teacher couldn't help but ask, "But the question is, how can we change the current situation?"

"The federal people have already shown us their 'kindness', some worthless food, some worthless clothes, and that aid can't even help one-tenth of the people here!"

Mr. Hope just listened to him complaining quietly. After he complained for a while, Mr. Hope said, "You hope that the federals can help you, but you might as well hope that God will show up!"

"My friend, have you not yet seen through the true nature of the Federation?"

"This is a primitive jungle with its own survival rules and special food chain."

"If you don't want to be someone else's food, you have to make yourself look stronger and have more thorns on your body!"

"We need to make a strong voice so that the federal government can no longer pretend to be deaf and blind and avoid our demands."

"Only in this way can we get a little bit of fair treatment from them!"

"Look, they treat the bottom layer of their own structure so badly, let alone us outsiders?"

During the conversation, other people came over and sat next to the middle-aged teacher, listening to what Mr. Hope said.

Mr. Hope actually never went to college. He didn't even finish high school. Among this group of people, his academic qualifications were not the highest, and he was at the bottom.

But now there are so many highly educated people surrounding him and listening to him, it is not because they admire those with low education.

Rather, Mr. Hope has more, richer and more real life experience.

His followers looked at him, and he looked at them too, then clenched his fists so hard that his hands were shaking slightly.

"We have to fight. Only fighting can make them look us in the face!"

"A cowardly group will never be respected by others. Do you appreciate a group of cowards and pathetic people?"

There was an attractive gleam in his eyes, and the middle-aged professor shook his head obediently.

When he was teaching in school, although he always protected students who were harmed by small groups, he also looked down on those students in his heart.

To look at this from an adult's perspective, it's like, "Won't you resist?"

This is not a difficult thing to do. Fights between students often do not cause much damage. When someone tries to bully you, just say no. The worst that can happen is a beating.

But if you say no, or even fight back when being beaten, the other party will think "you are a trouble", and the next time when choosing targets to be bullied, you will be ranked last!
Until it is completely removed from their list.

Resisting is not an easy thing, but it is also an easy thing.

Because resistance does not require you to have any background, wealth, status, reputation, influence or other social elements as the threshold or foundation for resistance.

You just need to muster up the courage and you can do it!
And those weak people cannot even control themselves, so how can they let those who want to help them get out of here?
He had met someone like this. He offered to help the other person, but also needed the other person to give positive feedback. What surprised him was that the person rejected his kindness.

That guy would rather be bullied than fight back and face the unknown.

Sometimes, after kneeling for so long, you get used to it and you can no longer straighten your back!

These things that actually happened to him in the past were connected with what Mr. Hope said at this moment, and suddenly he felt as if he had penetrated the fog and discovered the truth!

It turns out that what we lack is just the courage to say "no"!

His eyes immediately became determined. He would not continue to face such an environment and life like the student he knew who refused help from others.

He must stand up, arm himself with courage, and fight for the legitimate rights and interests of himself and those behind him.

The middle-aged teacher may not have thought about what it would bring to him if he could do these things.

Whether it was good, bad, catastrophic, or extremely positive, he didn't know, he only knew that he should do it.

Because if he doesn't do it, no one else will!
People's eyes began to change from thinking to determination.

Mr. Hope is indeed a mature and experienced social activist. He knows very well how to instill his own ideas and brainwash these people who have some knowledge and culture, but not much if you look closely.

This is his personality. His ideal and ambition is to help all refugees in the Federation move from their current bad situation to a better life and environment.

And these practices of his and the promotion of his personal image are also helpful in attracting a group of people who share the same ideas as him to join his team.

In other words, these people already had these tendencies before they joined, and what he is doing now is to make their originally uncertain directions become certain and intuitive.

"So, we must resist, we must fight!" He clenched his fist and waved it again. This seemingly ordinary action gave people great power!
The middle-aged teachers were all filled with the ideal of changing the world and nodded in agreement.

Mr. Hope's tone then became lowered, "Every resistance, every battle, and every victory they bring, is not achieved in a vacuum."

"You know, the real Federation and the Federation we heard about are two completely different countries."

"Resistance and struggle here are unlikely to be peaceful discussions. They will definitely be intense and dangerous."

“Only when things are fierce and dangerous can people really pay attention to us and listen to the voices we make.”

"This is a sacred battle. Some people will bleed and some will get hurt, but after it, people will respect us, listen to our voices, and have equal dialogues with us!"

"consciousness!"

He stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky. Even though they were in the room and there was a roof above them, the middle-aged teacher at the time could feel that Mr. Hope was pointing to the sky!

"It will take bloodshed and even sacrifice to bring us victory."

He then told everyone about his plan, and everyone was so shocked that they were speechless, including the middle-aged teacher, who was unable to speak for a long time. Because this action plan was quite risky and might lead to unpredictable consequences and dangers.

Someone raised the objection, "Will the federal police shoot?"

“Will innocent people die because of our decision?”

"We just want them to respect us, not to lose anyone's life!"

Mr. Hope shook his head. “Judging from previous local riots, the probability of federal police opening fire is not high.”

"Once they open fire, it will be very troublesome for them. The whole society will condemn them for their recklessness. They cannot afford to cause the consequences of causing many casualties."

These words coming out of his mouth seemed to have a kind of magic that made people believe them.

“Moreover!” he emphasized, “Everyone who promotes the progress of the times often cannot see what the times will look like after they progress. They all fall just before the progress of the times.”

"Gentlemen, we are talking about the lives and treatment of hundreds of thousands, millions or even more refugees in the Federation. Even if we sacrifice a small number of people to save the majority, it is worth it!"

“There is no progress without sacrifice, and there is no progress without sacrifice!”

"This action will make the federal people feel pain. When they feel pain, they will regard us as a thorn in their body that needs to be removed, and then they will talk to us."

Mr. Hope looked at them with a slightly fanatical look on his face. "As long as they talk to us and don't ignore us like they are doing now, they will make some promises and compromises to prevent similar things from happening again."

"I have never considered letting them treat our people like federal citizens, but as long as they can guarantee the most basic fairness and give us the most basic protection, we believe that we can achieve a happy life with our own hands!"

"This plan is dangerous, with bloodshed, injuries, and even death!"

"The best outcome is deportation, and the worst case scenario is we could spend a long time in jail."

He straightened his back and stretched his body. "But I won't regret it. Since I came here and saw their miserable situation and the terrible environment here, as well as the arrogant eyes of the federal people, I decided to do something for them, for us, and for everyone!"

"Even if I have to sacrifice my life for it!"

What a noble soul!

At that moment, the middle-aged teacher discovered that people really can shine!
Mr. Hope exudes the radiance of humanity and holiness!

If he hadn't been holding back his impulse, he might have kneeled down and worshiped him!

He had never thought that someone could be so great!

Willing to give so much for people who have nothing to do with him!

As for why Mr. Hope did not join in the turmoil?

That's because he will face the most terrifying federal government, the capitalists, and even more terrifying groups.

He would become "a wooden wedge sticking out of the side of the ship" and be scraped flat the moment it reaches the shore!

What he has to endure will be much heavier than what others have to endure!
The middle-aged teacher joined the action without hesitation and became one of the commanders in the action.

At this moment, he stood at the front of the crowd, with Mr. Hope's final instructions in his mind.

The more pain the federals feel, the more bargaining chips they will have during negotiations!
He began to take deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

Five minutes passed so quickly that he didn't even have time to react before the "big shot" opposite him who claimed to be the police chief spoke again.

"Five minutes have passed. Put down your weapons immediately and accept management..."

The middle-aged teacher exhaled a breath, slowly raised the crowbar in his hand and pointed it at the police chief.

There was some unrest both among the crowd behind him and among the police force opposite him.

Someone next to him suddenly said loudly, "I have surrendered many times, but this time, I will never surrender!"

As he said that, the young man raised the steel pipe in his hand and rushed towards the policemen. People were crazy at this time.

The moment he rushed out, many people rushed over to him and behind him.

Director Blue's pupils suddenly contracted. He immediately threw away the microphone of the loudspeaker, pulled out his pistol, and started shooting!

The crowd that launched the death charge calmed down amid the constant sound of gunfire and the continuous falling of people, and then began to flee in all directions.

The middle-aged teacher was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his body temperature dropping due to blood loss.

He covered his wound, looked up at the people falling around him, and suddenly his eyes became confused.

Didn’t they say…the federals wouldn’t shoot?

He was a little confused. Why was everything different from what had been agreed?
In fact, he wasn't in much pain, just a little numb and cold. He wanted to stand up and take a look, but he couldn't do it.

At this moment, his body, including his strength, seemed to no longer belong to him.

Those who were still fleeing could not wait to drop their weapons and kneel down when they were told to "drop your weapons, raise your hands and kneel down on the spot". Soon the police came and handcuffed them, and finally the ambulance arrived at the scene.

Chief Blue went to the nearest phone booth and called the mayor's office. The call was quickly picked up. "This is the mayor's office."

James' voice was more impatient than ever before. It was already getting dark, and he didn't know the outcome at the scene yet.

Hopefully it's not bad news.

"Congressman James, this is Blue. I have the situation under control and arrested a group of rioters, but the number of people may be a little too many."

"The good news is that the riots didn't spread, but the bad news is... a few people may have died."

When hearing the first half of the sentence, the nervousness on Senator James' face was replaced by a smile, but the second half made these changes meaningless, and he became nervous again, "A little...how much?"

Chief Blue was silent for a moment, "Twenty or thirty, maybe more, I haven't counted yet, I came here to call you as soon as I could."

James' vision became a little dark, which was definitely not caused by the darkening sky. His heartbeat was also accelerating. He wanted to swear, but finally gave up.

"Is it safe over there?"

"Can I come over?"

Chief Blue looked back at the completely quiet neighborhood and gave an affirmative answer, "This is now the safest place in Jingang City!"

James asked his secretary to work overtime, and he got in his car and went to the old industrial area. He wanted to see how bad the situation there was.

At the same time, he was praying, praying that his father or Lance, whoever, would come back quickly, he needed them!
Mayor Williams may not be able to come back so early. Even if Lance handles the matter quickly, it will still take some time.

They've basically locked down a few houses, with the one with the basement being the top priority.

It’s not that Lance has any super powers to predict the future, but he looked up the information of the owners of these suspicious houses.

The owner's information could be found in several other suspected locations, except for the basement.

In other words, it may never have been sold and has always remained in the hands of the developer.

But now there are people living in it, and I heard from people around me that no one had lived in that house before this month, and they have never seen anyone living in it.

Mayor Williams mentioned that the real estate developers here are also people in Charles' small circle, so they are very likely hiding in there!

(End of this chapter)