Chapter 688: The train that cannot stop

God is supreme and pure in the hearts of every believer.

Just like Hope in the eyes of these followers, he might have a little flaw, but overall, he is still good.

The moment the shaved-head kid said "He is destroying us", the followers sitting in the chairs couldn't help but stand up and shout something at him again.

Soon, they were warned again; if they couldn't control themselves, they could only let them leave.

Eventually they promised that they would sit quietly; if they made a sound again, they would be invited out.

Two police officers recorded the words he said; the branch chief tapped his fingers on the table, "Why do you say he is destroying you?"

The shaved-head kid looked at the people behind the branch chief, and then looked at the reporter, "Hope advocates gaining attention through confrontation, thereby improving our social status in the Federation."

"If some strangers break into your house and want to gain the right to live in this house by punching you a few times, will you agree?"

The followers who were originally preparing to refute his views couldn't find a point to refute when they heard such a simple description.

Because what he said, and what is happening now, is one thing.

Everyone's face had different expressions: shock, thinking, frowning; although they felt this kind of metaphor was not quite right, they didn't know how to refute it.

It was George (the gold-medal reporter of "Today's New Jincheng") who gave the shaved-head kid two close-ups.

"I heard he was going to convene a new opportunity on January 1st to confront this city, and I knew I should do something."

"The relationship between us and this city is already bad enough; if it continues to intensify, what we can get is absolutely not the tolerance of this city, but their anger!"

"We wanted to persuade him, but looking at him wearing expensive suits, taking high-end cars, and opening his mouth to teach us some big truths, I understood that I couldn't change anything."

"Except for ending his life!"

The branch chief licked his lips, "Where did the weapons come from?"

The shaved-head kid replied, "Stolen; when we pried open a house, we found weapons in the house, and I hid them."

"I originally planned to take them out to exchange for some money, but I changed my mind later; I want to use them to save our group!"

There are also many houses in the New Jincheng area that have been sold; there could be anything in the house, just like a blind box with a large pattern.

Now many community houses have been pried open, but there are also some communities with security guards on duty.

During this period, many "lucky events" have indeed occurred, such as finding clothes, things to survive the winter, some things that can be sold, and even cash in the pried-open houses.

Finding a gun can only be said to be a bit beyond people's expectations, but it is absolutely within reason.

The branch chief nodded; the shaved-head kid was very cooperative, making his questioning work unfold very smoothly, "When we caught you, you weren't the only one; are you an organization?"

"Who is the leader?"

The shaved-head kid shook his head, "We are just ordinary friends, all having the same ideas and thoughts, not an organization, and there is no leader."

"Who suggested you do this?"

The shaved-head kid looked like he had a moment of hesitation, "I suggested it, the weapons were also provided by me, and the gun was also fired by me."

The branch chief nodded, "Do you know what you doing this means?"

The shaved-head kid nodded again, "I know, I will go to jail, and even be put on a noose, but I don't regret it."

"Hope took everyone on that dangerous chariot and drove toward destruction; if the brakes can't stop, then only overthrow this chariot!"

"Even if I pay the price, at least more people survived."

The branch chief shook his head; he held the back of the chair and turned around to look at the bystanders behind him, "Now the suspect has admitted that he shot Mr. Hope Wright, and explained the reason; do you have any questions?"

Hope's assistant immediately stood up, "This is a murder!"

"He is just an executor; there is a mastermind hidden deeper!"

He said it very definitely; the followers sitting against the wall beside him also looked at him with surprised and uncertain expressions, and then looked at the shaved-head kid.

The branch chief's expression was very calm, "Do you have evidence?"

"The law of the Federation pays attention to evidence; if you have evidence, I can continue to investigate."

"If you don't have evidence, these groundless guesses can only be used as your personal inference, and will not be used by us as factual basis for reference."

"He has already pleaded guilty!"

With a suitable motive, and the suspect has pleaded guilty, there is no resistance; basically, this case cannot be linked to more people at this step.

Unless Hope's assistant can produce more evidence, everything ends here.

This is also one of the reasons why gangs are rampant; when they hurt some people, or even kill some people and are discovered by the police, they only need to push out a few people to take the blame to muddle through.

Spend some money, speed up the judicial process, and after the verdict, everything is equal to drawing a period.

Even if new evidence can be discovered, it is very difficult to continue to pursue on the basis of this case, unless it is indirectly pursued through other cases through new evidence.

George actually could see that this shaved-head kid should be a character pushed to the front, but no matter what, this news does have some value.

The value is not the assassination of the refugee new thought leader by a group of young people and the death of this thought leader, but that the refugees are splitting.

Regardless of whether this was created by Lans or it really exists, George believes that after his report comes out, it will accelerate the occurrence of this matter.

He won a big award, the "Gold Newspaper Award", the highest honor for a reporter.

Except for repeating winning this award to bring him some new sense of achievement, simply winning the award and continuing to expand his influence seemed unable to bring him more freshness.

But this time, standing here, he suddenly had a brand new experience.

Because he knew that after his report came out, this group would change, the entire refugee group of the Federation would have corresponding changes, and even the political environment of the Federation and the refugee group would change!

This is a kind of "power" he had never felt before; through his pen, he manipulated the occurrence and changes of these big things.

That feeling brought more pleasure than winning the "Gold Newspaper Award" and more than the comfort he sought from his girlfriend!

He turned to look at that assistant of Hope, turned the lens to take a photo of him, and the expression of surprise and anger on his face mixed with the subconscious dodging when he was suddenly photographed, forming a feeling of panic.

Very graphic; he felt this photo was successful.

Interrupted one after another, Hope's assistant didn't know what to say; he had no evidence to prove the things he said.

The branch chief looked at the others; others had nothing to say; some were still scolding, but some were thinking.

The branch chief looked at the shaved-head kid and asked the most important question of the day, "Are you a Federalist?"

Everyone's gaze immediately focused on the shaved-head kid; he shook his head, "Although I hope very much that I am a Federalist, I am not; I am a Slard person."

"Is there anything that can prove what you said?"

The shaved-head kid was silent for a while, "There are things in my underwear that can prove my identity."

The branch chief asked the police officer to take out the things in his underwear; a small, somewhat rusty iron box, and the branch chief opened it in front of everyone.

Inside were several photos, where one could clearly see the shaved head laughing in different time periods with different body changes.

There were also his family members beside him; his face was full of smiles, as if taking photos was a very happy thing.

Except for these photos, there were also some documents that could prove his identity during his life in Slard.

Undoubtedly, he is a Slard person, a real pure-blooded refugee. These pieces of evidence were photographed by the reporter and then collected by the branch chief, "That's it!"

"I hope you can spread what you have seen truthfully, without personal modification and processing."

"If I know that some people have recreated our interrogation process and added some malicious descriptions, then we will find you, and then arrest you and lock you in!"

He paused, then got up, "You can leave, gentlemen..."

The news that Hope was shot and killed spread throughout New Jincheng for the first time, and it was still spreading outward.

When the news reached Mayor Williams's ears, he was also slightly surprised; he didn't expect Lans's action to be so fast, and the effect to be so good.

Refugees killed refugees; people could no longer blame these things on Federalists.

Even if they thought so in their hearts, but, can they produce evidence?

Evidence is actually meaningless in most cases, but in some specific times, it becomes very meaningful.

For example, when the Secretary of State faces the questioning of the Slard diplomatic ambassador again, he can also ask back like this, "Do you have evidence?"

Passing the buck is also one of the important links in diplomacy.

At this time, Mayor Williams put down the phone; he looked at the Slard middle-aged man in front of him who claimed to be thirty-seven years old and looked very much in line with the aesthetics of Federalists, nodding slightly and saying, "Mr. Fitz, there is a very bad news."

!

Mr. Fitz was stunned for a moment; he changed from the sitting posture of leaning on the chair to a slightly forward-leaning posture; this change is a defensive change, indicating that he is in an inferior position between the two, and is very uneasy and cautious in his heart.

Mayor Williams smiled, "You don't have to be so nervous; news just came that Mr. Hope Wright accidentally died in the assassination of Slard people."

"Right outside the residence where he is currently living, the assassin shot and killed him in front of everyone."

"My God!", Mr. Fitz's face showed an unbelievable look of shock; he held the armrests of the chair with both hands and almost stood up.

He looked at Mayor Williams, looked at the smiling expression on his face, and the emotions that were still churning suddenly felt like being poured with a basin of cold water, cooling down quickly.

He stopped there, half-standing, stopped there.

After a few seconds, he slowly sat back, "Sorry, Mayor Williams, I was too shocked when I heard this news and couldn't control myself at all; I express my deep apologies for my impolite performance!"

Everyone was talking well, and you suddenly stood up; this is impolite!

No matter what the reason is!

Mayor Williams is very easy to talk to now, "I accept your apology."

Mr. Fitz sat there and waited for a while before his brain gradually recovered its thinking ability, "Then, is the matter we talked about before void?"

There was some regret on his face.

He is also a Slard person, a social activist who has been relatively active recently.

He held high the concept opposite to Hope, and put forward the views of "only by not confronting can we be accepted" and "harvest after dedication", which had already gained some support from the public.

Not everyone is as radical as Hope, and some people are willing to lower their heads to the ground.

Originally, Mayor Williams meant to let them have a debate, on the 31st, which is tomorrow.

This debate, he would prepare some follow-up moves, there would be more people supporting this Mr. Fitz's views, and he would win a complete victory in the debate—

If Hope didn't come to participate in the debate, then they would wantonly publicize that Hope knew he couldn't win, so he couldn't afford to lose and didn't come.

If he came, he would definitely fall into the trap.

Unexpectedly, the planned things happened to change like this, which made Mr. Fitz very annoyed!

Originally, he was only one debate away from success, but Hope's sudden assassination caused the joy on his body to be drawn out all at once.

He had never hoped so much that Hope could hold on and still have a debate with him.

Seeing Mr. Fitz's annoyance and disappointment, Mayor Williams shook his head, "No, although he is gone, I can still see the shining value from you!"

He paused, "Tomorrow's debate will have no Hope; you will perform a 'one-man show'; you have to pass your thoughts and ideas to more people."

"Let more people understand your ideas; that is a correct idea."

"Guests come to other people's houses; if they want to get their own rooms and have their own positions in the restaurant, they must pay rent."

"It can be their hard work, or it can be their dedication in any matter, but it cannot be tough!"

"You have to let more people support you; when the time is right, we will have multiple consultations."

Mayor Williams picked up the cigar on the ashtray, took a puff, and then slowly exhaled, "Eventually, you will welcome a new life with the identity and posture of a hero."

The expansion of the city needs too many bottom-level basic laborers; local people in New Jincheng might not look down on these job positions, but these refugees certainly can.

Turning demand into a kind of alms, the city can stabilize again, and some dirty water on him can also be wiped off slightly.

Mr. Fitz nodded repeatedly after listening, "This is also what I hope for, bringing a better life to people!"

Although he defected to Mayor Williams, it didn't mean he didn't understand where his value was.

"Very good, you are a smart person; you will definitely be successful, Fitz, I am very optimistic about you!"

Mayor Williams arranged for Mr. Fitz to replace Hope and become the new generation of "Light of Slard"—

This iteration speed is a bit fast; Hope opened a bad start; I hope this Mr. Fitz can hold on.

Otherwise, this title can only become a joke.

Mayor Williams knew this news, and Mr. Charles naturally knew it too.

He was walking back and forth in the office; he had just been discussing with others some things that needed to be done when going to Manton after the New Year, and now such bad news came.

Hope is a very important role; for the things they are going to do next, suddenly losing such a person, their war with Mayor Williams becomes passive.

"I heard that there are many new social activists emerging in the New Jincheng area, and the influence of some of them is already not small."

Mr. Charles shook his head and vetoed this proposal, "It's too late; Hope is unique."

"If all we need are those influential people, then this is indeed feasible."

"But what we actually need are people who can drive people to riot; he must have extraordinary influence and authority."

"Others don't have such an opportunity, but we don't have time to cultivate them."

He stopped and looked around, "If we change the plan, we will also be very passive; we must continue to push the New Year plan to unfold."

"I remember Hope had an assistant who had been accompanying him; find this person; we need him to replace Hope."

Someone raised a question, "Is he okay?"

Mr. Charles shook his head, "He is okay, or not, he must be okay!"

"We have to make use of Hope's assassination; just say he was assassinated by Williams's people, because they felt fear."

"Let them know one thing: Federalists are afraid, so they assassinated Hope, so they will continue to firmly believe that the path they are taking is correct."

"If a larger-scale conflict doesn't break out on the 1st, the Speaker asks us to reconcile; reconcile or not?", he looked at the others in the room, a very simple rhetorical question, and unified their thoughts.

Things have reached this step; there has long been no possibility of reconciliation.

But they cannot express their stance through the way of "I refuse to reconcile"; they need another way to tell those who want to reconcile.

They, refuse to reconcile!

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