Chapter 284 - 263: A More Severe War (Final Thanks to the Silver Alliance Master Frozen)_3

Lille slightly furrowed his brow—he felt that this was exactly what Tony was thinking: war, great!

It had nothing to do with so-called justice or truth, it was simply a difference in perspective.

Slavery might seem backward in modern times, but the first person to invent slavery surely believed he was a good person from the bottom of his heart, and future generations couldn’t say he was wrong.

To other people of the same era, however, he was a complete waste: winning a battle without looting and pillaging?

For these types of people, the concept of "justice" doesn’t exist in their minds, because the outcomes of their conflicts often define what justice will be in the future.

Tony grew more and more excited as he spoke, stepping out from his seat and almost glaring at Lille as he enunciated each word:

"You haven’t seen those people—they are ignorant, cruel, backward, feudal... and now they are assaulting our civilization.

You hope to turn Mei Country into an unarmed eunuch, pretending to talk about peace while covering your ears, but this is the truth about peace:

Peace means your stick is bigger than anyone else’s!"

The world map on the screen was dyed in one uniform color, incredibly harmonious.

The atmosphere changed once again, as people are easily overcome by emotion when rationality falls into chaos.

Despite Lille’s efforts to blur reality and turn it to his advantage,

sometimes people were distracted by stirring words and grand visions.

Lille also stood up and looked at those who turned their eyes towards him, knowing that he couldn’t escape at this point.

If he walked away sheepishly, or if his counterattack wasn’t strong enough, the fruits of his battle would be greatly diminished.

So he thought for a moment and said directly:

"That’s a lie—could you tell me which country we fought had a bigger stick than ours?"

Lille turned on the projector, intent on showing the people the opposite.

Before Tony could retort again, Lille said, "...You know what? I do have weapons."

Tony shut his mouth.

The projection showed Hell’s Kitchen at the very beginning.

"This is the nest you speak of, where I huddled. While you were busy waging war, this was the place with the highest crime rate in New York.

I had just woken up from a coma, my mother owed hundreds of thousands and couldn’t afford the rent, my son was about to be kicked out of the hospital, fearing we’d be on the streets the next day...

Not only are the residents here poor, but they also see no hope, worrying every day whether they might become homeless tomorrow.

But now... it’s different here."

Thanks to the cooperation between ctOS and NYPD, Hell’s Kitchen completely drove out the gangs, and unemployment significantly dropped with the development of various industries.

As unemployment fell, homeowners’ associations had more funds for community renewal, people had jobs, and the neighborhood improved day by day.

The situation here expanded with the construction plans of Martin.

New York City was recovering.

"...No longer living in fear in a hell of poverty, gasping for air like a drowning person seeking oxygen through all sorts of information.

And that information tells them: as long as their country kills more people on some other land, their lives will improve.

All these changes, I have achieved with this terrible weapon."

At this point, Lille’s tone became sharp: "This weapon targets poverty, disease, and famine; it targets lies and deceit; it targets the corruption hiding among us—"

Looking around the conference hall, Lille slowly said: "This is a far more serious war, one we have never won, but we must always keep fighting."

His words resounded powerfully.

It was hard to tell who started clapping first, but soon the applause was thunderous.

It was time to adjourn the meeting.