I, the only superpower on earth

Chapter 155 Hunting the Weak

Navalli shut down the communication conversation.

He looked at the fluorescence of the computer screen, rubbed his eyes, and sighed.

He casually opened the browser, and the news that appeared on the media column on the homepage made Navalli's expression gradually change from casual to serious, surprised—and then incredulous.

"Julia, the adopted daughter of Masip Senanese, launched a protest march on the streets of Los Angeles to target the wave of public opinion on the 'Masip Senanese Incident'!"

Navalli hastily opened the news webpage, and the live broadcast under the webpage—appeared on the Los Angeles road in the reporter’s live broadcast room, hundreds of people of various colors held banners and slogans on the road and demonstrated, Shouting something.

As for the leader, the moment she fell into Navali's eyes, the latter had already recognized the familiar figure.

Navalli's eyes widened in disbelief, then he immediately took out his cell phone from the computer desk and dialed Julia's number.

...

Los Angeles, Velocis 5th Avenue.

The men and women holding the banners looked resolute. Under the leadership of Julia, they held high the banners or white papers with "protest" written on them, and marched on Fifth Avenue. The actions of hundreds of people It made the surrounding residents look sideways.

And Julia stood at the forefront of the team, with her head held high, leading the team that was neither long nor short, and walked in a strong manner.

People who have nothing to do with each other stand on the street in the distance, pick up their mobile phones, take photos of them with great interest, and post them on various social platforms; reporters raise their cameras, live broadcast vehicles and flashlights to record the procession in detail Marching; even the police came nearby—men in FBI and LAPD uniforms folded their chests, wandering around the perimeter of the line, looking maliciously.

As for Julia, as if she didn't notice it, she stalked forward and looked forward, a little sweat leaked from the locks of hair on her forehead, but her eyes were as calm as a stone.

She raised the cardboard in her hand high.

"We want justice!"

"We want the truth!"

"Restart the investigation of the Catherine case!"

"Restore the honor of Massip Senanese!"

"Tear the black curtain! This is a trick of the upper class white people!"

Under the guidance of Julia, the people behind shouted loudly, and the voices of hundreds of people merged into a hum that shook the floor glass, causing one after another residents to poke their heads out of the windows curiously.

While walking, Julia, who was holding the cardboard, felt a vibration coming from her pocket.

She unobtrusively took out her mobile phone and glanced at it—there were already more than ten text messages and dozens of missed calls on it, including many people she knew in the "Unity Block", as well as Travis's name , but they had given up trying after Julia didn't answer many times.

There was only one person left, who was still persistently calling her.

"Navali".

Seeing this name, Julia's eyes flickered slightly.

Close your eyes, then open them again.

Then, she chose "Don't answer" again, then turned off the phone completely, and put it back in her pocket.

The pace continues.

And just ahead, several police cars marked with "LAPD" rushed out of the street and drove at the forefront of the protest crowd——

Above the police car, a dozen police officers filed out, raised their pistols vigilantly, and aimed at Julia and the demonstrators behind her.

The team behind them paused for a moment.

But Julia watched them, and held up the cardboard to meet them without fear.

Like waves hitting a rock.

...

In the high-end hotel on the side of Avenue 5, there is a room where you can look down at the panorama of Avenue 5 and see all kinds of people there.

Holding his mobile phone, Travis narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the parade crowd advance under the leadership of Julia.

Travis's eyesight is very good, and he can even see the faces of every protester clearly. At this time, he squinted, looking from the head of the crowd to identify the objects he can recognize one by one——

"Fiona Selarius, black, her husband is an alcoholic, often domestic violence, successfully divorced her husband with the help of Masip, and obtained a large amount of compensation..."

"Rock Jones, a Hispanic man, tried to commit suicide after his career failed, but was rescued by Masip, and was given meaning to his life by Masip-to devote himself to the cause of minorities and change this All kinds of injustices in the country, from now on I will wholeheartedly follow Masip Senanese..."

"Odo Lee, a man of yellow race, was adopted by a white couple from Longguo, but when he was ten years old, he was sexually assaulted by his adoptive father who was a pastor, and when he wanted to report the crime, his adoptive mother stopped him After I settled down, my life was in a state of anxiety... until I met Masip Senanes, who learned the inside story during the conversation and counseling, and helped Li sue his adoptive parents and change his custody rights. Said to be fished out of hell by Masip..."

"And Jane, Okto, Jonathan..."

Counting the people he knew one by one, Travis's last gaze rested on the leader.

"—and, Julia."

His eyes followed the woman closely, whose hair was blowing in the wind.

Holding the cardboard, she rushed towards the police car without fear.

Although this was expected, Travis still had a slightly mocking smile on his lips.

"What is this? The peak produces false support, and the dusk witnesses the true apostle?"

Masip has personally helped too many people for decades.

Even if most of them listened to the mainstream public opinion on the Internet and became part of the silence, or followed the mainstream and scolded Masip, there were still some people who were willing to believe in that man and follow the man's last wish.

And when the voices of these people gather together, it will also form a sea wave.

It's just that most of the people Masip has helped are at the bottom, with little energy but no way to organize.

However, once people with real knowledge and action joined in, things changed instantly.

Julia—as he had guessed, turned out to be the sharpest knife, gathering those people together, and piercing the heart of public opinion.

only……

Travis looked at Julia quietly, watching her lead the crowd towards the police car, but there was a look of pity in his eyes.

"Julia... Both you and I are just a pawn in the eyes of the real upper class in this country. But unlike you, I have the self-awareness of a pawn, but you think you can turn the game over.

"...However, once the chess pieces want to walk out of the path prescribed for them by the chess players, it will only lead to disaster——President Masip is the same, and so are you."

...

Julia rushed to the front of the police car with the crowd, and the police officers raised their guns and looked at them, but Julia stared at them without giving way, and kept approaching.

The policeman at the front looked a little embarrassed, with their guns facing the sky, and fired a shot to signal:

"Don't come any closer, you are an unauthorized parade!"

"This is a spontaneous rally of citizens! A demonstration of our will to be angry!"

Julia responded loudly, and the crowd behind them also held up the slogans, showing a firm will like steel, and the temperament displayed was different from ordinary gatherings.

"Even if we are arrested, don't expect us to give up!"

Julia took a step closer, gradually crossing the barrier line set up by the police.

"If you want to shoot, then shoot! Let all the people in this country see our determination! Let everyone see the shady behind this and the dirty will to power!"

The pace was unstoppable, crossed the obstacle line, and had reached the point of facing the police.

The crowd kept attacking the line of defense like an army. The policemen with sweaty foreheads looked at each other for a long time, then moved out of the way, and stuck to the walls on both sides in embarrassment, allowing the crowd to pass in front of them.

The demonstrators passed them proudly, receiving contemptuous glances at each person they passed, making the police heads lower and lower.

At the same time, among the demonstrators, the cheers of "victory" and "victory" became louder and louder, and people poured out of the intersection like proud fighting cocks, attracting more and more people to take pictures, Some fun people even joined in, making the parade line longer and longer.

"call……"

Julia's vision was blank.

After crossing the police, the road ahead became unimpeded.

Although there is a slight worry in my heart, I feel that the police station's efforts to maintain law and order seem to be too weak, but the arrow is on the line—in order to win the chance to get rid of Masip's charges, let the country restart the investigation, and pierce the shady behind it... She has long been A choice has been made.

"Uncle Masip..."

Leading the crowd, the rising emotions of the people behind her also infected Julia, her heart was filled with righteous excitement and clear sentimentality——

"...I believe that you will definitely support me in doing this, right? Only by attracting enough attention, expanding attention, and showing our rallying voice, can we change all this—"

Julia's thoughts lingered on this moment.

She stayed at the moment when the sun was slanting down, and her pretty face was shrouded in the sun, which was extremely bright.

Because at this very moment.

On the road, there were several gunshots:

"Bang, bang bang—"

Not from the police car behind you.

But from the diagonally opposite intersection.

A man, a gray-haired man, held a shotgun and pulled the trigger.

Julia stared blankly into his face.

The face of a man.

Old, tired and wrinkled.

But now every wrinkle is filled with anger.

The bullets hit.

And the man with the shotgun.

His last voice.

Like a voice from hell, with a flaming voice:

"You guys, shameful scum...

"—after my daughter died, you still want to help the murderer get away with it!"

...

The body fell heavily to the ground.

The whole world suddenly lost its weight.

Everything that can be seen in front of my eyes fades quickly like an old photo, and then goes away.

Then all colors and outlines of things disappeared from the eyes.

Julia's pupils widened, and most of her consciousness was frozen in this moment.

However, at the last moment, there are still some residual thoughts active.

The sounds of chaotic footsteps, crying, and quarreling could be heard vaguely, but they were completely inaudible.

But, inexplicably recalled a night a few years ago.

At that time, in the headquarters of the "Unity Block", Julia, who had packed up the materials and was about to go home, saw the man she respected the most, sitting by the window, quietly looking at the moonlight.

As if completely immersed in it, he watched quietly.

But there was no admiration for beauty in Masip's eyes—on the contrary, there was a heavy emptiness in them.

It wasn't until Julia called him that Masip came back to his senses.

"Uncle Masip..."

Julia chose her words carefully, because she was worried that she would accidentally touch the sad things of this man many years ago.

But she couldn't find any euphemistic way to ask, so she could only say bluntly:

"Why are you sitting here so late?"

"Oh, Julia."

Masip seemed to be awakened, the heavy emptiness in his eyes quickly faded, he looked at Julia with an apologetic look, and smiled:

"I'm sitting here...just thinking about something."

"whats the matter?"

Julia asked.

"Um……"

Masip pondered for a moment, then said:

"Julia, do you think our work can address inequality in this country?"

"Of course not - there's no way to fix things like 'inequality'. But our cause can at least move the country for the better - if only by one step, it will make us Influenced communities are more closely aligned with 'equal' patterns."

Julia replied fluently using common sense of sociology, and Masip couldn't help but smile slightly:

"As expected of Julia, the statement is very clear and powerful."

Such admiration did not satisfy Julia. She stared at Masip and asked curiously:

"Could it be... Uncle Masip, do you have some different ideas?"

"how to say……"

Masip turned his gaze out of the window again.

As if to escape, and as if to fight against it, he looked at the moon again.

"I just occasionally feel... if this country is a casino and social organizers like us are there for the players at the table - then it doesn't matter where the blackjack lands on the table thing.

"...After all, for the casino owner, the real outcome has already been decided."

...

Should have known...

That's it……

This is their eternal routine.

— Victims are perpetually killing each other.

— Winners are always toasting.

——Justice is a white glove decorated with power.

——And real heroes never existed.

...In the hundreds of years of history of this country, things like this have never changed...

... When will it be...

...to change...