Chapter 689: Everyone

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

Because his views, advocacy, and the formal negotiations recently proposed by the Slard ambassador gave the officials of New Jincheng great pressure.

Under great pressure, they chose to use invisible means to destroy the "Light of Slard" from the physical level, trying to make the Slard people who fled to the Federation fall into darkness again!

Shameful Federalists!

Boni brought those who followed him and gathered in Hope's house; saying it was his house, it was actually a house they pried open.

It is very strange that they never considered such a thing, that is, whether their occupation and use of this house is legal.

Actually, there can be a guess about the outside.

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

They will not return them, because Hope's view is that only toughness can gain respect; returning houses is a weak behavior, and only toughness can let them gain the respect of those real estate developers.

Plus so many Slard people living here, the entire New Jincheng area might have to change its name before long, changing to "Slard District".

However, fortunately, this express train is currently slowing down.

The room was crowded with people, and everyone's face showed a painful expression; they were waiting, waiting for news, an important thing!

Hope himself personally admitted that his closest assistant and partner had been urgently summoned to the Bay Area.

They are not isolated and helpless; there are also some Federalists who support them; these they all know.

Now Hope is dead; for those who have always been shrouded in those rays, it is like the sky falling; their brains now only have confusion about the future, unable to find the direction they came from and want to go.

Time passed bit by bit, and when it was evening, the door of the room suddenly opened.

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

He frowned and walked into the room; the entire hall was full of people, at least thirty or forty people, possibly more, gathered here.

The moment he came in, everyone stood up; the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

Although he didn't want to admit this point, he had to admit that he felt a bit wonderful.

He went to the Bay Area; Mr. Charles in the Bay Area told him that the plan had to continue, which just proved that they were on the right path.

Those Federalists who stopped them from running toward happiness started to be afraid, so they used such vicious and despicable acts to stifle their plan.

And it is precisely because they are so afraid that the plan cannot stop.

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

Hope is dead now, but his thoughts and everything need someone to inherit.

Among many candidates, they chose him, Hope's assistant, the person who best understood his thoughts and ambitions!

At that moment, the assistant was excited; he almost excitedly knelt down to express his respect and loyalty to these gentlemen.

Of course, this was not just accepting him casually; he had to complete this work, and then he would become the next Hope, the future "Slard Problem Expert Consultant".

But when he walked into this room, when everyone stood up for him at the same time, he had a feeling of being 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 heavy steps.

He put his briefcase aside, someone took the initiative to vacate a seat for him to sit down, and someone brought coffee.

"I went to the Bay Area; Mr. Charles in the Bay Area said that Hope's death was manipulated behind the scenes!"

Those followers of Hope in the room suddenly boiled over; some clamored to give the Federalists some color to see, and some were thinking quietly.

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

"Sage!", he searched in his head for a long time before finding this word.

Raising Hope is also a good thing for him; he is the person who inherits Hope's legacy; the higher Hope's height, the higher his starting point.

He nodded, "I know, everyone is very angry, and I am also very angry, so I discussed with Mr. Charles, and we still have to hold a large-scale demonstration on the first day of the New Year, in the square outside City Hall!"

"We have to use our way to tell those Federalists that they cannot beat us down!"

"Mr. Hope left us, and there are still us!"

"Even if he killed all of us, there are still thousands of people outside!"

At this moment, these words almost came out without thinking; he felt a bit incredible himself.

Perhaps this is the talent he possessed after being with Mr. Hope for a long time and receiving his inspiration?

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

"Tell people that Mr. Hope used his life to tell us that we must be united, we must be angry, we must shout our voices!"

"If even we ourselves are unwilling to speak for ourselves, no one else will speak for us!"

"The day after tomorrow, I want to see a grand parade and demonstration, to let the state of Liklai, the Federation, and even the whole world see our determination!"

He waved his fist; the faces of many people in the room were filled with excitement; they were full of energy now!

"Everything, act according to the plan!", the assistant finally summarized, and then asked people to continue to publicize these things.

Boni and his men also left here; his eye sockets were a bit red; Hope's death had a great impact on him.

Coming outside the room, he took a breath of cold air, and the tip of his nose was visibly red; he looked at the brothers beside him, originally wanting to say something.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, and only after a while did he say, "Go to work."

One of them left quickly; he turned around and came to a telephone booth, dialed Karl's number, and told him about the situation here.

Karl soon told Lans this news, and at the same time Lans asked him to come over.

Not long after, Karl came to the company and met him in Lans's office.

"Sit."

During this period of time, Karl showed his value, so Lans didn't mind giving him a little more "emotion".

Karl was a bit flattered and patted his clothes at the door to ensure that the snowflakes on his body wouldn't fall into Lans's office, then took off his coat, covered it on the coat rack, then rubbed his soles on the carpet on the ground by the door, and then walked into the room.

He came to the opposite side of Lans and sat down carefully, not

"Mr. Lans."

Lans nodded slightly, "These two pieces of news are very valuable, and the work done over there is also very beautiful."

Karl took a deep breath, a smile appearing on his face, "This is all what I should do. Mr. Lans, you gave me such an opportunity; if I still didn't work seriously, then I would be too inhuman!"

Lans chuckled twice, "I like your smart attitude!"

He paused, "There is one more thing that needs to be handed over to you to do. If you can do it well and do it beautifully, I can guarantee that the future New Jincheng will definitely have a place that belongs to you."

Karl was so excited that his face flushed red. His hands, which he had placed on his lap, clenched into fists, and his body was also trembling slightly!

"Mr. Lans, anything at all!" "Very good!" Lans affirmed his attitude once again. He didn't say anything like "within my capabilities" or "I will try my best to do it well"; he agreed directly.

This meant his determination—the determination to become someone above others!

Actually, in some respects, Karl, Boni, and Hope—these people are essentially all the same.

They all have their own thoughts and their own ideas; it's just that some people are more proactive, while others are more passive.

Everyone wants to be able to speak and have people listen; there is nothing wrong with this point!

Lans rubbed his ruby ring with his thumb, "They are going to hold a gathering on the first. I need you to take people and scatter them."

"Don't use guns; just use knives, long knives, clubs, and the like."

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

Lans looked at Karl, "There will be police arranged nearby. When the time is about right, they will sound their sirens and come over."

"Remember, after the police get out of their cars, you must cooperate. If you still act like fools, you should understand the outcome without me having to say more!"

He emphasized this point, then took a small briefcase from behind the table beside him, placed it on the table, and pushed it over, "Open it and look."

!

Karl's mind was still filled with the things Lans had just instructed. He subconsciously opened this unlocked briefcase, and immediately, his entire attention was captured by the things inside.

Ten stacks of twenty-dollar banknotes—it should be twenty thousand dollars—and then two sets of keys that looked like car keys, and finally, a social security card?

He wasn't sure. He picked up the social security card and flipped it open. The moment he saw his own photo pasted on it, his emotions were somewhat slightly agitated.

"You now already possess a legal federal identity, and no one can find any problems with you. This person is real and exists; you just need to remember your personal information."

"I have a suggestion for you!" He paused. Karl immediately put down the tightly gripped social security card and looked at Lans, "Go find a bank—Baihui, or somewhere else—open a safe deposit box, and put it inside instead of carrying it with you."

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

"Only when it is necessary for you to become a federal citizen can you be one!"

Karl nodded quickly, "I understand, I understand, Mr. Lans. I will go do it right away!"

Lans nodded, "This is a reward for you. You had best take some out and distribute it to your subordinates, letting them know what kind of benefits there are for working for you and working for me."

"Two cars; you drive one yourself, and the others drive one. Of course, you can also buy some more yourself; you will also need to use these vehicles."

Watching Karl nod continuously, Lans glanced at his watch, "If there is nothing else, you go store your social security card first."

With Lans's current status and position, him wanting a legal identity was just a matter of a phone call, and this matter wasn't even that troublesome.

Director Bulu found old, cold cases from the entire New Jincheng's personal files—those who had been reported missing but were never found, and whose parents or direct relatives had already passed away.

Some were missing for a few years or over a decade, and others for twenty or thirty years. Having not returned home for such a long time and not having been found, they were basically as dead as dead could be.

Tens of thousands to over a hundred thousand people go missing in the federation every year; information on these single-person households is too easy to find.

So, there was no need to forge any information at all to arrange everything for them clearly and distinctly.

After Karl went back with the money, he only kept less than half for himself, and distributed the rest to everyone.

For those currently trapped in the police station, he also delivered the money to their families.

When one is in poverty, life is truly worthless.

The next day, a Slader social activist named Fitz held a personal public speech on a square in the Xingang District that had not yet been fully built.

Many people came to the scene, and because there was free bread and canned tomato beans, many people came!

Facts proved once again that the federal people's methods in political propaganda are ahead of all regions in the world—it is the most advanced version!

No matter what these people came for, as long as they wanted to obtain bread and canned tomato beans, they had to listen to Mr. Fitz finish those words of his.

Anyway, they were just hanging around, so why not listen?

Besides, the sound of the small loudspeaker was so loud.

These social activists and politicians—the things they say are even more terrifying than these underclass people imagine for those at the bottom of society who lack the ability to distinguish and think!

Brainwashing is completed unknowingly. Brainwashing doesn't necessarily require a very long process; as long as the method of brainwashing can be on the same frequency as these people, brainwashing is as simple as drinking water.

Mr. Fitz's viewpoints are actually closer to the life perspectives of young, middle-aged, and even elderly people. They have been beaten by society more often and have long since lost their keenness to forge ahead and their tough determination.

They value the latter more 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 Slader. Although this place advocates freedom, the price of freedom is also heavy.

The words Mr. Fitz said quickly triggered the attention of those idle listeners: to approach in a gentler way, to obtain through labor or by paying a price, rather than by snatching and demanding.

This conforms more to the values of ordinary people.

His speech was very successful, and he indicated that he would represent these "kind Slader people" to negotiate with the local government and find more living space for everyone.

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

Regardless of whether they admit it or not, they have to owe Mr. Fitz a favor.

A day passed quickly, and people returned to the places where they lived—perhaps in houses pried open on the side of the road, perhaps in unfinished construction sites, or perhaps in some culverts that had not been put into use.

In the pitch-black night, they looked at the light reflected by the colorful neon lights in the sky toward the city center, falling asleep accompanied by a yearning for a better life.

The next day, the new year, outside the federal City Hall, quite a few people had already gathered by the morning to wait for the demonstration and parade.

It must be said that Hope has indeed done quite well in some respects, giving these people some hope in despair, so much so that even without free bread and canned tomato beans, many people still came.

They gathered together spontaneously, and the placards in their hands were gradually raised.

As time reached noon, the temperature rose slightly, and more and more people gathered on the square outside the City Hall; a large-scale demonstration and parade was about to begin.

Lans stood in Mayor Williams's office, holding a square glass in his hand, the amber liquid in the square glass swirling slightly.

Mayor Williams stood right beside him, holding a cigar in one hand and a wine glass in the other.

Neither of them spoke, just waiting quietly, waiting for the further development of the situation.

Many people will still die here today, but... this is all their own choice. When they decided to come here and confront the country's political system as refugees, some things were actually already destined.

In an alley next to the City Hall, the people Karl had gathered held steel knives and steel pipes in their hands, their breathing slightly rapid.

For these young people, this was absolutely an unprecedented experience.

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

As the momentum of the demonstration and parade grew larger, they had already approached the City Hall, shouting various tough slogans and even demanding that Mayor Williams come out to apologize and resign in disgrace.

Seeing this scene, Mayor Williams really couldn't help but laugh out loud, even commenting, "Interesting," only one couldn't see "how interesting" it was in his eyes and brows.

Lans glanced at his watch, "It's about time."

At the same time, Karl took one last big drag of his cigarette, then threw it on the ground and stomped on it hard, then tightened his gloves and wrapped the anti-drop rope of his steel knife tightly around his hand. With him at the head, the group of people rushed out of the alley quickly...

(End of chapter)