Chapter 2305: Gotham Music Festival (53)

Oliver, Black Canary, and Seeing Natasha hid in the utility room in the corner of the staff passage, watching through the small porthole as another black shadow fell, dropping straight into the cold seawater, blood staining the sea surface red.

Looking around, the surrounding sea area had been stained blood red. Hundreds of such corpses floated on the sea of blood, made even paler by the moonlight, like fragments of ice floes after a glacier melted.

When they died, the connection between them became even tighter, because almost everyone stretched out their arms and opened their embrace, opening their chests as they had never done in their lifetime, embracing the sky, and also like hands holding hands to weave a calm and peaceful net.

The three people in the room knew that they couldn't get out.

Because with the passage of time, Shiler became stronger and stronger. The anchor points they had deduced before were completely ineffective. He no longer followed any rules, just appearing behind everyone indiscriminately, turning them into a corpse, and throwing them into the sea.

Oliver didn't know how many people were left outside. He only knew that if they went out now, they would also very likely become an ice floe.

"Do you still want to die now?" Seeing Natasha looked at Oliver and asked.

Oliver turned his eyeballs to look at her. The female agent slightly raised the corners of her mouth. The faint light shining in from the porthole traced her three-dimensional facial features even more solemnly.

"You didn't tell anyone, but you must have thought so. Just one bullet, and the broken, irredeemable situation, the heavy responsibility, and the difficult-to-reverse situation would all have nothing to do with you."

Black Canary widened her eyes and looked at the silent Oliver. She said in shock and heartache: "You want to commit suicide? You can't do this, Oliver. I mean, you should tell me if there's anything. You... you are not alone."

By the end, Black Canary's tone lowered. She knew how pale and powerless her comfort was. Oliver was lonely. All the companions who seemed to be on the same path as him were actually not on the same path as him.

Everyone felt that they could build another Soviet Union in Mexico, as powerful as the Soviet Union, deterring the whole world, and even being able to stand on equal footing with the seemingly invincible United States to this day.

The Soviet Union was the most beautiful future they could imagine.

But Oliver knew that building another Soviet Union was a dead end. Learning from the past, present, and future Soviet Union could never make Mexico truly better.

The Soviet Union certainly had good times. Although it didn't last long, it was so pure and noble that even its enemy, the United States, had to say that the Soviet Union at that time was a role model worth learning from for the whole world.

But unfortunately, whether learning from the Soviet Union or the United States, neither could save Mexico.

"Mexico needs Mexico" sounds like a joke, but every country in this world can only walk a path that belongs to itself. No matter how similar the imitation of others is, geographical factors determine that it is only a dead end.

So others were immersed in the fantasy that having the same ideology as the Soviet Union meant walking the same path as the Soviet Union. They thought the giant bear in the north had already declined, but the American eagle was still rising. They were young, full of vitality and hope, and must be the best successors.

Only Oliver alone clearly understood that they didn't need to succeed anyone, but had to walk their own path.

But no one had walked this path of Mexico. They needed to create a path themselves.

And the hardest part was being too close to the United States and too far from heaven.

Mexico's geographical factors determined that this would be a path that was almost impossible to walk. Searching through all history, one couldn't find any way to solve the problem. The situation was like a baby waving its arms, wanting to knock down a champion boxer with one punch. This made Oliver feel deep despair.

But until he figured out this problem, he still hadn't given up. He believed that as long as one was willing to walk, one could always walk out a path, until he was betrayed, expelled, and driven back to his hometown.

"Sometimes I think, Mexicans have the right to choose their future," Oliver lowered his eyelids and said: "A nation should have the right to decide how they walk. If they choose that they don't need me, then no matter how things develop later, it's the consequence brought by their decision, and no one can interfere."

"Whenever I think of this, I feel, would they think that a rich man from the United States wanting to save them is a kind of charity and pity, and that one day they will have to break through and resist by themselves?"

Oliver spread his hands and said: "Were they really misled when they drove me away, or did they realize that Mexico's future should be decided by Mexicans, realizing that they no longer need me?"

"If it's the latter, I should have felt happy, but I still feel the anger and sadness of being betrayed. This makes me think, am I really as selfless as I imagine? Or is it that I actually like power more, and once I lose it, I become angry out of shame?"

"Do you think your predecessors haven't faced this kind of problem?" Seeing Natasha's tone slowed down for a rare moment, finally showing a kind of kindness matching her age.

"Then how did they solve it?"

"Actually, they might have thought about it for a moment, but the fundamental reason you have this kind of problem is that you are too full, and so are the Mexicans."

This kind of argument made Oliver feel shocked. He saw Seeing Natasha looking straight into his eyes and heard this Slavic woman with a cold temperament all over her body say to him: "The fundamental reason for the outbreak of the October Revolution was that we were about to die. If we didn't completely overthrow it, our nation would be finished."

"Frozen to death, starved to death, beaten to death by invaders, completely extinguished, just as if we had never come. That was our final battle. Success meant living, failure meant dying."

"You might feel that the background seen from history books isn't so severe, but in fact, every bottom-up revolution is because the vast majority of people at the bottom can no longer live."

Seeing Natasha moved her eyes away and said.

"You descending from the sky to save Mexican farmers, rather than them spontaneously organizing to resist, means this is not a revolution."

"They weren't forced to a dead end at all. It wasn't a case of 'fight or die'. They might be very miserable, but they could barely get by. When there is still the last meal of food in the pocket, and when the heavy snow will only fall tomorrow, people will always compromise."

"You still have the strength to fight internally, still have the strength to pay attention to others, still have the strength to think about this and that, because you are not hungry enough, not cold enough. It is America's unique conditions that make you not so easily forced to a dead end."

"The methods they used on you were also used on us, but if you have been to Stalingrad, Minsk, or even the mildest Moscow, you will understand why so many people don't get any leisure after coming here and must immediately invest in production and labor. Because we have no food, and heavy snow will fall at night."

"Labor can transform a person. When you try every means in a harsh environment to fight for a path of survival for yourself, you will understand that those tasks and impure purposes that brought you here are not the correct answers for the human race to continue. The answer is with us, in the wheat grains dug from the frozen soil, in the footprints hidden by the heavy snow."

"If a person witnesses all this with their own eyes, they have a great possibility of putting everything down and investing in the greatest unity furnace of humanity, understanding that adding fuel to this raging fire with this body is what truly makes them live like a human."

"If they are not hungry enough, not cold enough, haven't yet been digging for food while lingering on their last breath, and huddling together for warmth, then even if you can go back again and lead them again, the tragedy will only happen again and again."

"But if it reaches that point, many people will die." Oliver took a deep breath, his tone even carrying a crying sound. Clearly, the vivid scene Seeing Natasha described for him was playing constantly in his mind. He wanted to try his best to drive these tragedies he could imagine that had happened on that cold land out of his mind.

"We want to seize the opportunity and save as many people as possible before everything develops to such a severe degree. This is our mission."

"But humans are just like this." Seeing Natasha didn't have half a point of anger at such an intense tone, as if she was used to it. She just said plainly: "Only when they have to unite will they truly unite. All other education, persuasion, and admonition are useless."

Oliver finally revealed an expression of despair in the true sense for the first time, gritting his teeth and saying: "You mean let me sit here and watch the situation deteriorate step by step, watch those innocent ordinary people die, and do nothing until they awaken themselves?"

"If they don't awaken themselves, nothing you do will be useful."

Oliver clenched his fists, and his fingernails dug into his palms, oozing blood without realizing it. Seeing Natasha slowed her tone again and said: "You understand, the fire can only be lit by themselves, but everything you have done is not meaningless."

"When they are truly forced to a dead end and begin to awaken, they will realize that the path you walked was correct. Those you once inspired will become the sparks that lead the way when another raging fire is first ignited."

"Believe me, you have already done enough for them. After so much paving, this raging fire is destined to be bigger and more prosperous than the one in Petrograd, and it will even burn to the end, becoming a miracle worthy of being remembered by human civilization history."

"And those who died..." Oliver sighed long.

"Will become the painful history that this nation must remember, and together with you, the American Oliver Queen, will be written into Mexico's history books, receiving the same praise and slander, and will be summarized as the same era."

Oliver's hands loosened.

"If future generations are destined to sing praises for a hero of this era, then I hope this hero is a Mexican." Oliver's tone finally calmed down, but it was filled with another kind of intense emotion.

"He fought for his country and nation, shed blood and tears for his own land, walked out a path that belonged to him for a new great country, and then when the dust settled, enjoyed the honor he deserved without any guilt or regret, with the coffin lid closed and the glory lasting forever."

"And I only act as a spark on this path, leading them to walk at the beginning, and then if I am not needed, becoming a piece of ash in the raging fire. Ash can also drift thousands of miles with the wind, adding a stroke of ink to the history books, adding some insignificant strength to inspire the people on a new land and the young heroes among them."

"Making the awakeners who are still hungry and cold find their way sooner," Seeing Natasha said.

"Or just adding a little more courage for them," Oliver said: "Removing some scruples for those with aspirations from other countries and nations who are not them, and being a role model."

The light in Oliver's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"And then everywhere where God has not been seen, when people feel cold and hungry, they will no longer wait for anything, but build a fire for warmth, cook for satiety, pick up weapons, imitate their predecessors, let what belongs to the laborers return to the laborers, making them no longer say 'Long live the hero'..."

Oliver and Seeing Natasha looked at each other.

"But say 'Long live the laborers'."

"But say 'Long live the people'." ===== CHAPTER 2306 =====