I, the only superpower on earth

Navalli has been watching Julia.

When the parade was reported by various news platforms, and many media followed it live, he watched the picture on the computer screen and followed Julia's figure closely.

follow closely.

Stare deeply.

Anxiously and repeatedly dialed the phone, but no matter how I dialed, the other party did not answer, until finally, the feedback of "shut down" came completely.

"Julia...

"don't want……"

Navalli murmured unconsciously, looking at the woman in the live video, leading the parade crowd through the street and rushing past the police car's defense line, as if he was in it, sweat slowly oozing from his forehead.

——Especially when the demonstrators passed through the narrow intersection guarded by the police unimpeded, although the faces of those people were filled with excited and excited smiles, the live broadcast camera zoomed in on their faces, which seemed full of lively spirit However, an increasingly urgent sense of unease permeated Navari's heart, making his heart tense.

till the end.

gunshots.

Bullets ejected from the shotgun.

Julia collapsed.

Screams, shouts, chaotic footsteps.

Crowds gather, disperse, and flee.

Navalli's mind has gone blank.

He opened his mouth and silently looked at the fallen figure in the center of the screen, unable to utter a word.

Even when the live broadcast was cut off, there was still no response.

The scene of the moment when Julia fell was constantly circling in my mind.

Flowers of blood bloomed on the woman's chest.

Accompanied by the extremely impactful bullets passing through the chest, under the sunlight, those blood flowers are like manjusawa blooming on the human body.

"Julia..."

That's the only name left in my mind.

You can only read the name.

Navaliku sat in front of the computer and watched it for an unknown period of time. The live broadcast platform with no stream had only a snowflake screen, and there was nothing else.

However, that may be the picture that best suits Navalli's state of mind.

Snowflake screen, white noise, the whole world becomes a collection of noise points, and there is no way to organize any effective form of information.

Navalli has been sitting dry.

Until the cut-off live broadcast platform lights up again.

The brightly dressed hostess appeared on the live broadcast platform, her eyebrows and eyes still had an aftertaste of excitement, but she still tried her best to suppress the excitement in her heart, and went all out to act as if she felt "sad" for this incident, He said in a solemn voice:

"Just now, under the leadership of the former high-level executive of the 'Unity Street' Julia Senanese, hundreds of people in the 'Unity Street' participated in the 'Justice March' organized by her. Senanese 'Get Justice'...

"...Hundreds of people, including Julia, believe that the real culprit in the 'Catherine case' is not Masip Senanes, but the truth of this case is that the national police targeted Masip and the 'Unity Blocks' A big lie, the root of which is to suppress the strong appeal for minority rights of the 'Unity Block' led by Masip...

"...however, in the middle of the demonstration, the father of Catherine Odura, the victim of the 'Catherine case', Maureen Odulla, suddenly appeared at the demonstration site and shot Julia at the front of the procession. , the latter fell to the ground in response, and the police who were guarding nearby came after hearing the news, arrested Moren Odulla, and gave Julia emergency assistance, but Julia had already died of anger at this time...

"...Why did Moron Odula do such a thing... Just when the police were arresting him, our reporter conducted an interview, and the interview screen is as follows—"

Navalli watched the video silently.

Most of the entire video has been filtered out of his mind, leaving only a few key words.

"shot……"

"Exhausted to death..."

The meaning of these words...

Does that mean, Julia, is dead?

Navali watched the live broadcast dully, and the fluorescent light on the computer screen was reflected on his dark red face.

The content of the video has already switched at this time, and what appears in the center of the screen is a middle-aged man with crazy anger in his eyes.

His temples were slightly white, and he looked a little old. The collar of his shirt was stained with sweat, obviously it hadn't been washed for several days.

The man was Moron Odullah. His hands had been clasped behind his back by the police, but for some reason, the police did not take him away immediately, but gave him a Opportunity to be interviewed.

Moran put his mouth on the microphone that was just in front of him, looked straight at the camera, and said to the audience in a voice that seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth:

"I heard that many people in the 'Unity Street' believe that the bastard Masip is innocent, and they want to reverse the case for him by means of demonstrations...

"...I know what those people are thinking - Masip Senanese, maybe he is really a good man to some people. He has also saved some people, adopted some children, and helped innocent people people - for them, Masip is an absolutely good man, they do not recognize the evil things this 'good man' has done, refuse to allow him to repent for the sins he committed, and want Masip to take A clean reputation goes to the grave.

"...But, to me, that's nothing! My daughter died at the hands of this hypocritical villain! And I don't know how many people have been murdered by him secretly! Even Adolf once killed a famous The little Jewish girl named Rosa was extremely gentle and even caring—but at the same time, he also sent countless Jews to the gas chamber! God, ignore all the crimes committed by this "Adolf". Then, I will never admit to such a thing! Although I killed someone, I have no regrets!"

Moron Odulla's face occupies the center of the frame, whether it is pursed lips or tight eyebrows, it shows his brimming anger and determination.

Until the live video cut back to the reporter's screen, the strong oppressive force of the man who avenged his daughter seemed to still remain in the center of the screen.

Navalli turned off the live broadcast and lay heavily on the bed in the bedroom.

Watching the world outside the window turn from bright morning to dim, and from dim to bright again.

Such a few days and nights, ignorant, unaware, tireless, as if I can't feel the hunger in my belly, everything has been ignored.

After several days, the reply from "god talk" finally arrived:

"The project is complete.

"After deep learning model identification, we successfully analyzed the AI ​​synthesis traces of these videos."