Shadow Empire

Chapter 686 Everyone has the same idea

Hope's death still caused a great stir among his followers, especially those young fanatical followers, who always believed that Hope was murdered by federal conspiracy.

Because of his views, propositions, and the recent formal negotiations made by Ambassador Slader, great pressure was put on the officials of Jingang City.

Under tremendous pressure, they chose to use shady means to physically destroy the "Light of Slad" in an attempt to plunge the Slad people who had fled to the Federation back into darkness!

Shame on the Federals!
Boney and the men who followed him gathered at Hope's house, saying it was his house, but in fact it was the house they broke into.

What is strange is that they have never considered whether their occupation and use of the house is legal.

In fact, we can make a guess about the outside world.

If Hope's plan succeeds and he becomes a news figure and the focus of the whole country, then these houses that were pried open and occupied by the Slads will most likely become the "loss" of the real estate developers.

They will not return it because Hope's point of view is that only by being tough can they gain respect. Returning the house is an act of weakness. Only by being tough can they gain the respect of those real estate developers.

With so many Slad people living here, the entire New Port area may have to change its name to "Slad District" soon.

Fortunately, the speed of this express train is currently slowing down.

The room was packed with people, and everyone had a sad expression on their face. They were waiting, waiting for news, something important!

Mr. Hope's closest assistant and partner, as he himself admitted, had been urgently summoned to the Bay Area.

They were not alone; they had some federal supporters, and they knew it.

Now that Mr. Hope is dead, it is like the sky has fallen for these people who have always been shrouded in that light. All they have in their minds now is confusion about the future, and they can't find where they came from or where they are going.

Time passed bit by bit, and around evening, the door of the room suddenly opened.

A thick smoke accompanied by heat waves and some strange smells poured out from the door. Hope's assistant squinted his eyes and took two steps back, waiting for a while before adapting to this terrible environment.

He walked into the room with a frown. The entire hall was full of people, at least thirty or forty people, maybe more.

The moment he came in, everyone stood up and his eyes twitched slightly.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he felt something wonderful.

He went to the Bay Area, and Mr. Charles there told him that the plan should go on, which just proved that they were on the right track.

The Federals who were blocking their path to happiness began to fear, so they resorted to such vile and despicable acts to stifle their plans.

It is precisely because they are so afraid that the plan cannot be stopped.

At the same time, Mr. Charles also mentioned another thing——

Hope is dead now, but his ideas and everything need to be inherited by someone.

Among many candidates, they chose him, Hope's assistant, the one who best understood his thoughts and ambitions!
The assistant was so excited at that moment that he almost knelt down to express his inner respect and loyalty to these gentlemen.

Of course, this does not mean that we can accept him completely casually. He must complete this task before he can become the next Hope and the future "expert consultant on Slade issues."

It was just that when he walked into the room, when everyone stood up for him at the same time, he had a feeling that he was about to climax.

He wanted to laugh, but he held it back. He walked into the room with a heavy expression on his face and equally heavy steps.

He put his briefcase aside, someone made room for him to sit down, and someone brought him coffee.

"I've been to the Bay Area, and Mr. Charles in the Bay Area said that Mr. Hope's death was manipulated by someone behind the scenes!"

Hope's followers in the room suddenly became excited. Some of them clamored to teach the federals a lesson, while others were thinking quietly.

After they made a fuss for a while, the assistant took two sips of coffee. After their attention was focused on him again, he continued, "Mr. Charles believes that Mr. Hope's position and views are correct. It is precisely because they are correct that he is persecuted, just like some of the things we know..."

"Sage!" He searched his head for a long time before finding the word.

It is also a good thing for him to praise Hope. He is the one who inherits Hope's legacy. The higher Hope's level is, the higher his starting point will be.

He nodded. "I know everyone is angry, and I am angry too, so I discussed with Mr. Charles and decided that we will still hold a large-scale demonstration in the square outside the City Hall on the first day of the new year!"

"We will use our own way to tell those federals that they can't defeat us!"

"Mr. Hope has left us, and all of us!"

"Even if he kills all of us, there are still tens of thousands of people out there!"

At this moment, these words came out almost without thinking, and he himself found it a little unbelievable.

Perhaps this is the talent that comes from being with Mr. Hope for a long time and being inspired by him?

He didn't know, but he only knew that he was going to be a big shot.

"Tell people that Mr. Hope used his life to tell us that we must unite, we must be angry, and we must make our voices heard!"

"If we ourselves are not willing to speak for ourselves, no one else will speak for us!"

"The day after tomorrow, I want to see a large-scale demonstration to let Likalai State, the Federation, and even the whole world see our determination!"

He waved his fist, and many people in the room's faces were filled with excitement. They were now full of energy!
"Everything is going according to plan!" The assistant finally summarized and asked people to continue to promote these things.

Bonny and his men also left here. His eyes were a little red. Mr. Hope's death had a great impact on him.

When he came out of the room, he took a breath of cold air and his nose turned visibly red. He looked at the brothers around him and wanted to say something.

But in the end, nothing came out, and after a while he said, "Go to work."

One of them left quickly. He wandered around and came to a telephone booth, dialed Carl's number, and told him the situation here.

Carl quickly told Lance the news, and Lance asked him to come over.

Not long after, Carl came to the company and met Lance in his office.

"sit."

Carl has shown his value during this time, so Lance doesn't mind giving him a little more "emotions".

Carl was a little flattered, patting his clothes at the door to make sure that the snow on his body would not fall into Lance's office, and then he took off his coat and covered it on the hanger, and then rubbed the soles of his shoes on the blanket on the floor next to the door before walking into the room.

He came and sat down carefully opposite Lance, without any of the ostentatious attitude he had when he sat in his own office.

"Mr. Lance."

Lance nodded slightly, "These two pieces of information are very valuable, and the work over there is also very well done."

Carl took a deep breath and smiled. “This is what I should do, Mr. Lance. You gave me this opportunity. If I don’t do it seriously, I’m not a human being!”

Lance laughed twice, "I like your smart attitude!"

He paused, "Now there is one more thing I need to entrust to you. If you can do it well and beautifully, I can guarantee that there will be a place for you in Jingang City in the future."

Karl’s face turned red with excitement, his hands on his legs clenched into fists, and his body was shaking slightly!

"Mr. Lance, anything!" "Great!" Lance reaffirmed his attitude. He didn't say anything like "It's within my ability" or "I'll do my best", he just agreed directly.

This means his determination, his determination to become the best!
In fact, in some ways, Carl, Bonny, Hope, these people are essentially the same.

They all have their own ideas and opinions, but some are more proactive and some are more passive.

Everyone wants to be heard when speaking, and there’s nothing wrong with that!

Lance rubbed the ruby ​​ring with his thumb, "They are going to gather on the 1st. I need you to bring people to disperse them."

"Don't use a gun, just use a knife, a long knife, a stick or something like that."

"Bring more people, those who are more ruthless, those who are not afraid of trouble, and those who dare to fight for their ideals!"

Lance looked at Carl, "There will be police officers nearby. When the time is right, they will sound the sirens and come over."

"Remember, you must cooperate with the police after you get off the car. If you still act like a fool, you should know the consequences without me having to explain!"

He emphasized it for a moment, then took out a small suitcase from behind the table beside him, put it on the table, and pushed it over, "Open it and take a look."

Carl's mind was still filled with what Lance had just told him. He subconsciously opened the unlocked suitcase, and immediately his attention was drawn to the things inside.

Ten stacks of twenty-yuan bills, which should be 20,000 yuan, and two bunches of keys, which look like car keys, and finally a social security card?

He was not sure. He picked up the social security card and opened it. The moment he saw his photo on it, he felt a little excited.

"You now have a legal federal identity, and no one can find out what's wrong with you. This person really exists. You just need to remember your personal information."

"I'll give you a suggestion!" He paused, and Carl immediately put down the social security card in his hand and looked at Lance, "Go find a bank, Parkson, or something, open a safe, and put it in there instead of carrying it with you."

"It is not appropriate for you to expose the fact that you are a federal citizen now. Do you understand what I mean?"

"You can only be a federal citizen when it is necessary for you to become a federal citizen!"

Carl nodded quickly, “I understand, I understand, Mr. Lance, I’ll do it right away!”

Lance nodded. "This is a reward for you. You'd better take some out and share it with your subordinates. Let them know the benefits of working for you and for me."

"Two cars, one for you and one for others, and of course you can buy some more, you will also need to use these vehicles."

Seeing Carl nodding continuously, Lance glanced at his watch and said, “If there is nothing else, go and save your social security card first.”

With Lance's current status and position, if he wants a legal identity, it's just a matter of making a phone call, and it's not that troublesome.

Director Blue searched through the personal files of the entire Jingang City to find old cases of people who had been reported missing but had never been found and whose parents or immediate family members had passed away.

The shortest is a few years or more than ten years, and the longest is twenty or thirty years. After such a long time, these people have not returned home and have not been found. They are basically dead.

Tens of thousands of people go missing in the federation every year, and it is very easy to find information on each individual and household.

Therefore, there is no need to forge any information, and everything can be arranged clearly for them.

After Carl returned with the money, he kept less than half for himself and distributed the rest to everyone.

He also sent money to the families of those who are now in police custody.

When you are poor, life is really worthless.

The next day, a Slade social activist named Fitz gave a one-man public speech in an unfinished square in the New Harbor area.

A lot of people came to the scene because there were free bread and canned tomato beans, so a lot of people came!

Facts have once again proved that the federal government's methods of political propaganda are ahead of all regions in the world and are the most advanced version!
Whatever these people came for, as long as they wanted to get bread and canned beans and tomatoes, they had to listen to what Mr. Fitz had to say.

You're staying here anyway, so why not listen?
And the sound of the small speaker is so loud.

What these social activists and politicians say is even more terrifying to the lower classes of society who lack the ability to discern and think than they themselves imagine!
Brainwashing is completed unconsciously. It does not necessarily require a long process. As long as the brainwashing method is consistent with the frequency of these people, brainwashing is as easy as drinking water.

Mr. Fitz's views are actually closer to the views of some young, middle-aged and even elderly people. They have been beaten more times by society and have long lost their enterprising and tough determination.

They pay more attention to the latter and don't care so much about whether they are standing or kneeling.

At the same time, the last conflict also made them realize that this is not Slade. Although freedom is advocated here, the price of freedom is also heavy.

What Mr. Fitz said soon attracted the attention of those who were listening, and they advocated approaching things in a more gentle way, obtaining them through labor or paying a price, rather than robbing or demanding.

This is more in line with the three views of ordinary people.

His speech was very successful, and he said that he would negotiate with the local government on behalf of these "kind-hearted Slad people" to find more living space for everyone.

People then received free whole wheat bread and a can of tomato beans. These foods would at least allow these people and their families not to worry about food for two or three days.

Whether they admit it or not, they are indebted to Mr. Fitz.

The day passed quickly and people returned to where they lived, which might be a house that had been pried open on the roadside, an unfinished construction site, or some culverts that were not put into use.

In the dark night, they looked at the bright neon lights in the sky in the direction of the city center and fell asleep with the longing for a better life.

The next day, the new year, outside the Federal City Hall, a lot of people had gathered in the morning waiting for the demonstration.

I have to say that Hope did a good job in some aspects. He gave these people some hope in despair, so even without free bread and canned tomatoes and beans, many people still came.

They gathered together spontaneously and gradually raised the banners in their hands.

As time approached noon, the temperature rose slightly, and more and more people gathered in the square outside the City Hall. A massive demonstration was about to begin.

Lance stood in Mayor Williams' office, holding a square cup in his hand, with the amber liquid in the cup swirling slightly.

Mayor Williams stood next to him, cigar in one hand and wine glass in the other.

Neither of them spoke, but just waited quietly, waiting for the situation to develop further.

Many people will die here today, but... this is their own choice. When they decided to come here and fight against the political system of this country as refugees, some things were actually destined.

In an alley next to the city hall, the people Karl had gathered were holding steel knives and steel pipes, and their breathing was slightly rapid.

This is definitely an unprecedented experience for these young people.

What they didn't know was that on the other side, there was a group of people in the same situation as them, except that they were wearing police uniforms.

As the demonstrations grew in momentum, they approached the city hall, chanting all kinds of tough slogans and even demanding that Mayor Williams apologize and resign.

Mayor Williams couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene, and he even commented that it was "interesting", but there was no sign of "how interesting" in his eyes.

Lance glanced at his watch, "Almost."

At the same time, Carl took a big puff of his cigarette, threw it on the ground, stepped on it hard, then tightened his gloves and tied the steel knife's anti-slip rope around his hands. A group of people, led by him, quickly rushed out of the alley...

(End of this chapter)