In Chicago, USA, the weather is sunny and the temperature is pleasant.
As usual, Jovan Wynn picked up the Tribune from his lawn and walked into the kitchen, where his wife had prepared breakfast for him.
"Honey, can you stop by and buy a bottle of peanut butter when you get off work?"
"Of course, my princess."
Jovan Wayne skillfully pleased his wife, picked up the milk and took a sip, then opened the newspaper with wet ink and read it, and then he squirted out the milk in his mouth.
"puff!"
"What's wrong honey?"
"Come and see, those crazy robbers from the Far East, they actually held a birthday dinner for the little girl who was hostage, and even let reporters attend."
"God bless you, there are so many dangerous goods and weapons. I hope the little girl is safe."
Jovan Wayne and his wife read the report in detail. The reporter assured everyone that the hostages were treated humanely, did not suffer any violence, and that both parties got along well.
The robber leader is a very attractive man. He has unique insights into the international situation, his skillful dancing, and his kindness to the hostages. He is always a gentleman.
His men were well equipped, trained, and compassionate, and they provided the women and children among the hostages with good living conditions without molestation.
The Northeastern Republican Army is an ideal resistance group. They are not for money or anything else, but just to seek justice for the ordinary people who were innocently killed.
The article also warned the Japanese at the end that although these robbers now abide by the spirit of chivalry, if their demands are not met, the hostages will be executed.
Jovan Wynn and his wife don’t know what to say. Tribune, are you sure you are describing a group of robbers and not the Knights Templar?
Gentleman, compassionate, friendly, and ideal. Look, any of these words are related to robbers. Aren't robbers supposed to be greedy and vicious?
"I think this is nonsense from the Tribune. Maybe the reporter was so scared that he wet his pants when the robbers shot him."
"Shut up, Jovan Wynn! Haven't you noticed what those Japanese did? God, so many children were killed. They were butchers."
Only then did Jovan Wayne discover that the second page described in detail the atrocities committed by the Japanese in Northeast China, with pictures and photos. This was not a fictional horror story, but a fact that was happening.
The couple swallowed, and suddenly thought of the Japanese expatriate family opposite their home. They usually seemed very polite, but they didn't expect that this nation was so violent at heart.
"Jovan, don't let our children talk to the Yamamoto family in the future. I'm afraid the devil will corrupt our baby."
"Of course honey, these disgusting bastards, Yamamoto invited them to hunt, it must be to satisfy their Japanese hobby of killing, damn it."
So when Jovan Wayne saw Yamamoto at work, he got in the car and left without any indication. This made his neighbor Yamamoto very strange. Jovan Wayne used to be very enthusiastic with him.
Yamamoto, who couldn't figure it out, walked to the station and waited for the bus to the company. However, the way the people around him looked at him made him very uncomfortable. They seemed to be looking at a monster.
"Sir, are you Japanese?" A young man came over and asked Yamamoto politely.
Yamamoto was delighted. In the past, many Americans would ask if they were Chinese. After all, there were more overseas Chinese here. What happened today?
"Yes, I am from Japan, but now I am an American citizen." Yamamoto replied very proudly.
"Bah! Damn you beast, go back to your Japan."
"Damn dwarf, your hypocrisy makes me sick!"
"God asks you to release the hellfire of punishment on the sinners and redeem the good people."
Yamamoto was frightened by the sudden attack and ran away. What happened? Why did these people treat him like this? He was also a part of this great country.
Perhaps realizing that something was wrong, Yamamoto moved to another station. Even if someone asked him, he pretended not to understand, and finally arrived at the company smoothly.
Putting the punch paper into the punch machine, Yamamoto walked into the factory and found that the eyes of the workers were the same as those people, full of doubts, hatred and gloating.
What happened? Just when Yamamoto was puzzled, the boss stuck his head out from the second floor and waved to him, indicating that he should go upstairs immediately.
Could it be that the boss said he would be promoted? Yamamoto thought in his mind. He worked very hard and obeyed instructions. The boss once said he would be promoted.
"Sir, what are your instructions for calling me here? I will keep an eye on those workers for you."
"Yamamoto, I'm very sorry. Due to the decline in profits, I have to lay off some employees. You and your compatriots are on the layoff list."
Yamamoto was confused. Although it was no longer the most difficult time, the remnants of the Great Depression still hung over the North American continent. Unemployment equaled hunger and bankruptcy.
"Sir, why, I can create more wealth for you, and I will also..."
"Stop talking, Yamamoto, I hope you can leave with dignity."
Yamamoto looked at the big and round Belarusian security guard at the door and knew that the matter was irreversible, so he could only pick up his belongings dejectedly and leave the factory.
Looking up at the clear sky outside, Yamamoto felt terrible. Why overnight, his kind neighbors and his boss who valued him all turned against each other.
"Yamamoto-kun, please wait for me." This is Sakai, a compatriot who was also expelled.
Yamamoto didn't want to talk to him. This guy once spoke ill of him in front of the boss and fought with him for the right to monitor workers. He was an out-and-out bastard.
"Don't you want to know why?"
Itai's words made Yamamoto stop. Yes, even if he dies, he must understand it. Otherwise, how will he explain to his wife and children when he returns home.
"Itai, if you have anything to say, just say it. I still have to find a job." Yamamoto wanted to hear what he had to say.
"Haha, didn't you read today's newspaper? Come on, take a look first." Banjing turned away from his usual hateful expression and took out a newspaper from his arms and handed it to Shangben.
Yamamoto was a little confused, but he still took the newspaper and read it. His mouth opened wide as he looked at it. So many things had happened. He really shouldn't have saved the newspaper money.
Although he heard workers discussing the robbery of the Liuguo Hotel in East Asia yesterday, it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't pay attention to it. As a result, this unrelated matter caused his unemployment.
Yamamoto was angry: "Why, I'm an American, not a Japanese. That's what the Japanese did. They shouldn't do this to me. I want to go back!"
Since his father came to the United States, his relationship with Japan has not been close, because an incident in East Asia implicated him, which is too ridiculous.
Itai grabbed him and said, "Yamamoto, don't you understand? If the public's anger is aroused, your work here is likely to cause losses to the boss, and he will not take risks for you."
When Yamamoto heard this, he was like a dog with a bone removed. He pitifully said to Itai: "But this has nothing to do with us. Why would those damn robbers do such a thing?"
Like a big brother, Itai hugged his shoulders: "Yamamoto-kun, you are wrong. It is not the robbers who caused your unemployment, but the army under the control of the emperor and the chaebol."
Now Yamamoto is confused, not knowing what to believe and what to hate.
Itai patted him on the shoulder: "Yamamoto-kun, cheer up! You still have a wife and children to support! Let's find a place to have a drink. Maybe I can introduce you to a new job."
Yes, I still have a wife and children to support. Yamamoto's mind returned to his body. What did Sakai just say? Can he introduce me to a job?
Looking at Yamamoto's suspicious eyes, Itai said generously: "Don't worry, I used to go against you for some reasons. Now that we are comrades, I will help you."
"Comrade?" Yamamoto thought this title was a bit strange, but didn't think much about it and followed Itai away.
Such things are happening all over the United States and Europe. It is sheer nonsense to say that the people there care much about the Republic of China. It is just that human beings like to judge others from the moral high ground.
Even Germany, which is currently in dire straits, reported this incident. After all, the masked man also expressed his views on Germany. The Germans thought this guy was a fool.
How could the Prime Minister we elected be a dangerous person? He works hard and works day and night to revitalize Germany. What he said in the newspapers is complete slander.
But after all, it was something that happened in the far east. After a few words of complaint, the Germans focused on the description of the robbers and the atrocities of the Japanese.
The "chivalry" spirit displayed by the robbers made the Germans feel very familiar, just like Luckner and his Seahawk in World War I, ferocious, witty but adhering to the bottom line.
Regarding the atrocities of the Japanese, the calm Germans were not as excited as other countries. Having been defeated, they knew that this was the price that the defeated country had to pay.
They also understand the feelings of the Chinese very well, because they were also defeated by the island country Britain, and they can only wish the Chinese to defeat the Japanese through war.
In the German Chancellery, Mustache looked at the masked man's predictions about Germany's future in the newspaper and happily slapped the desk: "Did you see it? This is a coincidence of wise people."
On a farm in Ireland, England, dozens of mysterious people were hiding in the stables, and a bearded man announced excitedly.
"From today on, our Irish Republican Army has found a direction to fight for. Let us fight together with our brothers from the Northeastern Republican Army!"
In Egypt, the Middle East, South Africa, South America, and Southeast Asia, countless caring people read the newspapers with fire shining in their eyes.
