Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"You guys really haven't heard of poverty alleviation cadres, essay writing, serving the people—nobody in America has this concept?"

Kong Jiu's notebook was filled with countless professional titles. As he flipped through it, he explained a social phenomenon:

Social elites would compete to participate in various assessments, ranging from "What to do when the village aunt's hen doesn't lay eggs" to "How to deal with the Li and Sun families who refuse to give way to each other when building their own houses," in exchange for the opportunity to serve the people like slaves.

His expression was focused, and his eyes revealed nostalgia and fervor, as if he were recounting one of the things he was most obsessed with in his past life.

After all, he comes from a place where people love scallion pancakes and where all you can eat is pancakes.

However, the three people who listened to his explanation of this theory first looked at each other, their faces full of confusion, and then couldn't help but interrupt to refute: "It is impossible for a person to be so selfless." Finally, they fell into a daze and could only listen blankly as Kong Jiu rambled on for a long time.

"Damn it, what kind of place is Amerigo? Even the common people have to be tallied for casualties just to get through the winter, and all those gentlemen are just loafing around waiting to die?"

Kong Jiu grew increasingly agitated, his voice rising in pitch, and he couldn't help but clench his fist, angrily shouting, "With great power comes great responsibility! Does nobody even know this superhero slogan? Does Amerigo ever dream of freedom?"

"Abel, did you hear me?"

Winchester nudged Abel behind him with his elbow, his face showing shock and disbelief.

"As expected of a saint from the highest side, he confidently claimed to have seen what heaven is like in the classic dream."

"That's called a communist society, not paradise!"

Kong Jiu scolded him, half annoyed, his brows furrowed and his lips twitching slightly.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

Winchester waved his hand, a helpless smile on his face, and snatched Kong Jiu's notebook, quickly writing a few lines on it.

"However, in Amerigo, everyone follows only one principle."

She flipped the notebook over to a new page, which contained only one striking word:

free.

"Amerigo was born out of a loathing for the constraints of the British Isles; therefore, freedom is the only thing we pursue."

Winchester held the notebook up to Kong Jiu and waved it gently, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Children have the freedom to choose to go to school or to directly engage with society to learn survival skills;

Girls have the freedom to choose whom to dedicate their bodies and lives to;

The poor have the freedom to uphold their families, to grapple with the decision of having children, or to remain aloof and self-sufficient.

The wealthy also went to some small island to attend cannibalistic banquets and enjoy the freedom of child prostitutes.

Of course, psionicists, beings far beyond mortals, naturally have the freedom to disregard the rampant depravity of ordinary people.

Upon hearing these words, Kong Jiu felt his blood pressure rising, his face gradually turning pale, and his fingers trembling slightly.

The suffering artificially created by the federal system has permanently altered the public's mindset; and this altered mindset, in turn, has made the federal system increasingly oppressive and extreme, creating even more suffering.

"That's not how it is; the world shouldn't be like this."

Kong Jiu muttered to himself defiantly, a hint of confusion and struggle in his eyes.

"Relax, young man, relax."

Winchester gracefully closed his pen cap, his tone gentle yet carrying a certain detachment.

"That's why Abel created the Iron Curtain, to keep Amerigo somewhat in check."

Iron Curtain?

Kong Jiu suddenly raised his head and looked sharply at the two of them.

"The Iron Curtain, did you create it?"

The two nodded slightly.

"Isn't that amazing?"

Winchester pointed out the window, a hint of pride in his expression.

"Use faith to suppress rebellious thoughts; use material things to eradicate the source of turmoil; use cognition to mitigate the evil of the wicked; and finally, plant the seeds of perpetuation in the subspace, so that Amerigo may live on forever!"

"Stop talking, Janice."

Abel keenly noticed Conjur's cold expression and interrupted Mrs. Winchester from continuing.

What happened to the Iron Curtain of this era?

He saw the anger and disbelief in Kong Jiu's eyes: a hysterical rage was burning quietly within them.

"What's wrong?"

Kong Jiu's words were calm and didn't sound angry at all, but his eyes were filled with barely concealed anger.

He pointed to the black luxury sedan outside the window, his voice low:

"Do you see that? Mr. President with the big beard?"

In their previous conversations, Conju had fully learned Winchester and Abel's identities, but he did not reveal them to old Chad.

"A carriage from this era, is it?" Abel's gaze followed the direction, and there stood the luxurious car quietly.

"The value of a horse-drawn carriage in this era is ten times greater than the life savings of a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand people from the lowest rungs of society!"

Kong Jiu practically spat out these words through clenched teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

Abel's pupils trembled slightly as he turned to look at Winchester, his eyes questioning.

Clearly out of touch with the times, Winchester shook his head, a blank expression of "I don't know" on his face.

Only old Chad nodded silently, confirming Conju's words with his actions.

"Is this era really that bad?" Abel asked incredulously, his thick eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Oops?"

Kong Jiu stared intently at Abel's face, making sure he was really asking a question, not being sarcastic.

"My homeland, the 'paradise' I just mentioned, is not as technologically advanced as Amerigo, and it doesn't even have the help of psychic powers."

He paused, his tone growing increasingly somber: "But in my hometown, if a modern city like Hills were to lose more than a hundred people over the winter, the local governor would be handcuffed in silver bracelets the next day, his head plastered in the city center, subjected to public condemnation!"

Kong Jiu gritted his teeth and pulled out his charging phone, forcefully tapping the payment record from the school when they collected the body.

A string of densely packed numbers scrolled down the screen and appeared before the two of them.

"Do you know how many corpses I've seen lying in the wilderness?"

His fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, and photos flashed by one after another.

Since he began to provide relief to the Prophet's Church, he developed a habit of taking a photograph of every person who died in his arms and voluntarily donated their body to him.

Men, women, old and young, countless black and white people wore peaceful smiles, their eyes closed as if they were just asleep.

"If things were planned out properly, would my workload be this heavy?"

Kong Jiu's eyes widened, his anger almost bursting forth, but his tone was terrifyingly calm, like the stillness before a storm.

"Oh God..."

Abel's thick eyebrows were furrowed tightly together, almost forming a line, and his face showed a mixture of pain and confusion.

"Mr. Kong Jiu, the Iron Curtain I founded... the Iron Curtain of that era was meant to unite people through faith, to prevent weapons from being used to kill each other, and to collectively forge a beacon of freedom. The warp... was merely the foundation for its continuation."

Kong Jiu sneered, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "Mr. Abel, are you saying that your initial intention in inventing the Iron Curtain was good, is that right?"

Abel nodded, but then shook his head, his movements revealing a complex hesitation.

"The Iron Curtain was not invented by me; it originated from your homeland, Kong."

Abel gazed intently at Kongjiu, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"More than a decade before I was born, the leader of your Red Dragon Sons, the Ten-Complete Elder, invented the Iron Curtain."

Kong Jiu felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged into his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

What Abel said next made Kong Jiu's heart stop for a moment—

They call this "closing the country to the outside world".