Destroy, rebirth.
The subordinates are confused.
He felt that the congressman's brain was hard to use, but he didn't know what to say.
After all, he is the boss.
Charles looked back at his men in police uniforms with an inexplicable smile on his face.
Suddenly, he quickly pulled out the revolver from his waist and banged it on his chest!
All the bullets were fired.
Squat down and take a breath.
Then sighed.
"Now, the last link is perfect."
"Ha ha!"
No one could understand the madness on his face.
Who can know the suffering of Charles?
Wearing a white man's skin, what exactly did he go through to achieve this glorious identity?
He just sat next to his subordinate, smiling at his subordinate who had long since lost his life.
"Aren't you curious? I can't tell about the living, but I can still tell about the dead."
"Let me tell you a story."
"A long time ago, there was a group of carefree people living on this continent. They went hunting in the mountains and forests when they were busy, and played by the river in their free time. But this peace ended at a certain moment."
"A group of exiled bandits came to this continent. The kind and honest natives were warm and hospitable. They treated them as guests and gave them the best food to eat. But later they found out that they were wrong. They massacred the natives. population, plundering the living space of the indigenous people, and occupying their land.”
"Later, they even resorted to all possible means. They insidiously gave blankets used by smallpox patients to the indigenous people. Because of this blanket, at least a million of the indigenous people died. Later, they even lost their faces. Stricter measures.”
"Driving and massacring, some people even threatened that the best quality boots can be made from the skins of the indigenous people. Haha, is it ridiculous?"
"The declaration engraved in the capital, freedom and equality, all people are free and equal, but are we excluded?"
For the first time in Charles' narrative, the indigenous people were replaced by us.
"Is the scalp of an indigenous person only worth fifty to one hundred eagle dollars? Are our lives so worthless?"
"The Trail of Tears, mass executions, and the more than thirty tribal clergy and leaders who were hanged in Minnesota were all scandals committed by this group of people who claim to be free, democratic, and equal!"
At this point, Charles burst into tears from laughter.
He asked his subordinates who were already dead.
"I'm sure you must be curious, how can I, a white-skinned person, say this?"
"Haha, I got sick when I was a child, and my skin turned white later. The leader of the tribe sent me outside the mountain, saying that I could live a better life outside the mountain. Before leaving, he gave me the most precious treasure in the tribe. He killed me and told me never to come back."
"Haha, but when I got outside, I realized what kind of attitude these people had towards us. I wanted revenge, but the survival knowledge I learned in elementary school made me understand that revenge is not that easy. It happened that people disappeared in the town from time to time. Population, serendipity, I became Charles.”
"A family of three. His father is a famous businessman and his mother is a pianist."
"As you know what happened later, he became San Francisco Congressman Charles, but none of this made Charles forget his original name."
Finally, Charles laughed crazily: "This world is sinful and needs to be baptized with blood!"
He took out a genna flute, and melodious music sounded in the quiet night.
Echoing those chaotic footsteps and sounds.
"Quick, someone is attacking the police station, we need to support them quickly."
The sound of the flute brought surprise to the faces of these men.
"Go over there and see who it is!"
A group of people walked in the direction of Charles.
When these people arrived at the police station, they all fell silent as they looked at the fonts displayed on the burnt corpses.
Someone looked at the officer's face carefully.
He asked in an unintelligible voice: "Sir, what does this mean?"
The deadlock was broken.
The commander's face was red, and he looked shy at the soldiers who were eager to learn.
Embarrassed.
He cursed angrily: "You're asking me the hell, where do I know where to go? Why don't you quickly take a photo with a camera?"
Tan Jin thought of this way to relieve his anger, but he never imagined that all this was performed for a blind man. It was a bit useless for a group of illiterate people or people who couldn't understand Chinese characters.
You ask why not use beautiful Chinese characters?
Isn't that so embarrassing? How flexible it is.
Ha ha.
On Charles' side, he heard noisy footsteps and warnings: "Who is it! Don't move!"
His body was no longer dressed in a tuxedo, but now in tatters, and his face was panic-stricken.
"Quick, help me. I am Congressman Charles. I was attacked by the enemy and I finally got here. Please help my guards."
Taking advantage of the situation, he threw aside the revolver he had tinkered with on the black market.
He looked like a frightened rabbit.
When the visitor saw Charles' appearance, he panicked.
"Quick, it's really your congressman, hurry up and inform the chief..."
No one knows what happened next, but the San Francisco congressman was promoted to Congress because of his meritorious service in the resistance.
There may be some input from his rich father, but definitely not much.
Qiu Laoba and others met Fang Dagang at the ferry. After reporting the situation, a group of people boarded the boat, and there were still people outside to help them.
Subsequently, Fang Dagang and others disappeared in San Francisco again.
When the beautiful country learned all this, Roosevelt was furious when he saw the words "I will be punished" displayed with corpses.
He slapped the photo on the table hard.
Questioning the military and police.
"This is how you defend the country. The enemy is arrogantly burning, killing, looting and rescuing hostages in our police station, as if they were visiting their own back garden!"
"Is this the answer you gave me?"
"ah?"
Roosevelt's questioning made the military bosses, police bosses and even judicial bosses all lower their heads in shame.
This is not a question of how many people die.
It is a matter of the face of the entire country.
I can’t believe how much trouble this photo will cause after it gets out.
What does the world think of them?
Can't you even protect your hometown?
Police boss Henry hurriedly said: "Sir, I have sent the most capable police officers to investigate, and I will definitely bring the murderer to justice!"
It was okay if he didn't speak. After speaking, Roosevelt became even more angry.
"Tear, pull your balls."
"This action is an organized one at first glance, and it was carried out by the largest Chinese community in San Francisco. Behind this group of people must be those elusive Chinese intelligence agents. You haven't caught these in three years. Intelligence officer, can you do it now?"
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