The Supreme Court announced that the Patriot Act was immediately repealed. For some federal people, it was like the sun dispelling the haze, and for some other federal people, it was more like the night that shrouded the earth again.
The scene of jubilant celebrations did not take place in all cities. In some places, angry Pabulists took to the streets and waved their fists in protest, even the highly respected Supreme Court Justice Ho, on the Internet and the media. There are even extremely rare voices that criticize him.
But at least on both sides of Rabbi Avenue occupied by the silent marching team, and around the crowded Supreme Court building, there was no conflict of ideas or factions. Countless people jumped excitedly and shouted slogans to welcome the brave heroes in their hearts. .
The officials of the Joint Investigation Department, who were waiting outside the cordon with gloomy expressions, had already left in embarrassment amid the violent boos and scolding of the public. The Patriot Act was repealed, and the federal government could no longer take coercive measures against those two journalists.
Editor-in-chief Bob and Wood reporter raised their hands and heads like heroes, and walked out amid deafening cheers. At the front of the welcome crowd were their most familiar newspaper colleagues.
The reporters and editors of the Capital District Daily looked at the editor-in-chief and Wood, who had not seen each other for many days, with excitement and sentimentality. Some women wiped away the tears on their faces and forced themselves to smile happily.
Tao Lisi is the full-time secretary of Bob's editor-in-chief. The woman in her late forties has big, wavy, light-blond hair. She sobbed and came forward, opened her arms and gave the editor-in-chief a warm hug, which attracted the attention of the side. The exaggerated laughter of everyone and a strange smile on Wood's face.
She put a trench coat on Bob with trembling fingers, and then she took out a high-grade coarse tobacco from the box and carefully put it into Bob's mouth.
Editor-in-chief Bob lit the crude tobacco, took two hard puffs, and handed it to Wood, who was resentful beside him. He smiled at the tears on his female secretary's face and said, "Don't cry, it will make people laugh."
"Yeah." Tao Lisi responded with a crying voice, then wiped away the tears on her face, walked up to him naturally, stood beside him, and asked earnestly, "Return to the company?"
Editor-in-chief Bob and Reporter Wood looked at each other subconsciously, then looked at the equally crowded and lively place on the other side of Rabbi Avenue, and looked at the young congressman surrounded by reporters and the public.
Can the repeal of the Patriot Act represent true freedom
The loud cheers of tens of thousands of people around them made these two middle-aged men known as the conscience of the federal press to frown at the same time, thinking of the terrifying noise of the prison cell of the joint investigation department, and of that dull period of imprisonment.
They have not yet obtained real freedom, because they cannot go back to the newspaper office, sit at the desk, write editorials and do investigations. Once they leave this crowd of people that is completely inconsistent with the silent march, they are very likely to be assassinated, get into a car accident, jump off a building, and be trapped in a trap. A ludicrous criminal case was mentally ill...
"Mr. Tai is very aware of the situation we are facing, so he has been silent since last night until now. He didn't tell us too much, and he knew that we, the two heroes who were cast as heroes, must stay by his side."
Editor-in-chief Bob looked into the distance and said to Wood beside him.
"We are really helping the momentum of the Silent March movement now, and I don't mind helping them." Wood said with a shrug of rough tobacco, "I just hate the feeling of being forced, as if I'm still in jail."
Editor-in-chief Bob said calmly: "The body is imprisoned but not the spirit. Now that what you and I say can be heard by the public, it will no longer be a prison sentence, and I also really want to know whether Councillor Tai...will it be the second President Pabble? ."
He turned to look at Wood, smiled and patted his shoulder, and said, "You don't need to repay the society, just pick up the pen and you can still take revenge on the society."
In January of the seventy-sixth year of the constitutional calendar, the snow fell intermittently, and no one knew when the crystal snowflakes would fall from the lead-gray clouds again. Only the cold wind kept blowing.
In the cold wind, Tai Zhiyuan's slender body looked particularly thin, and his face became paler. The people around him couldn't help but worry that the young congressman would fall down after coughing again.
Journalists who run the political line all know that Mr. Tai is in poor health, but no one in the press knows the real reason why his health is getting worse and worse. However, for them, pity is the emotion of the fanatical people, but it is definitely not the emotion they should have towards the interviewee, so they held the microphone and recorder high, and kept asking questions without any pause.
Tai Zhiyuan raised his hands and pressed down, signaling the crowd to be quiet, and then replied with a serious expression to the Post reporter in front of him: "Although Editor-in-Chief Bob and Reporter Wood have gotten rid of the unjust and discredited ugly accusations, the government must formally apologize for this. Explanation, but the government must bear the relevant judicial responsibility for the cruel and inhumane treatment they suffered during the interrogation process of the joint investigation department.”
The Post reporter asked: "Congressman, do you mean to pursue criminal responsibility? So which department of the government will be involved in the indictment?"
"The Patriot Act has been repealed, so the joint investigative unit with dangerously high powers has lost all its raison d'être and must be disbanded immediately."
Tai Zhiyuan's answer was simple, direct, and strong.
A male reporter squeezed to the front of the crowd, raised his voice recorder and asked loudly: "During the silent marching rally last night, Da Vinci, a former officer of the seven groups, appeared on the podium and declared that he was persecuted by the government. But according to the military According to the investigation, the officer fled after killing his comrades on the front line of Mohua Planet, there are relevant videos, as well as many officers and soldiers of the New Eleventh Division, which can confirm that this person once colluded with the imperial soldiers."
"This man named Da Vinci has been identified as a rebel."
"Let a rebel officer viciously attack the federal soldiers who are still fighting blood on the front line at the assembly site, shamelessly frame the federal government in an attempt to cleanse himself of his sins, Mr. Senator, how are you going to explain this?"
The reporters present were well aware that the male reporter was from the Tribune, a pro-Pabble government, but they also wanted to know how Tai Zhiyuan would answer.
The Tribune reporter did not end his sharp question on this, but continued to throw out a snarky statement, asking: "According to the Charter Bureau, a famous imperial spy has infiltrated the Federation. Under the turbulent political situation in the Federation, what does the Empire want to do? "
"You and your parade have seriously interfered with the day-to-day running of the government and caused great harm to the front line, the rebel officer named Da Vinci, the repeal of the Patriot Act, the Imperials, and this silence March, is there any connection between them?"
In the context of this war, any factor involving the empire will become sensitive and dangerous. Hearing the reporter's question, the crowd suddenly quieted down, and countless eyes fell on Tai Zhiyuan's face.
Tai Zhiyuan squinted his eyes slightly, stared at the reporter with a slightly cold gaze, and found that the other party did not flinch, but with a somewhat provocative expression, vaguely guessing that the government was looking for a suitable time to publicize his friendship with the imperial prince Xu Le. as the most powerful countermeasure.
"Da Vinci was a rebel?"
Tai Zhiyuan stared at each other coldly, his voice became sharper and tougher: "Then is he a rebel who has been fighting on the front line for four years, or a rebel whose legs are blown off and will be disabled for life?"
Before waiting for the Tribune reporter to refute, Tai Zhiyuan squinted his eyes slightly, and said coldly, "I am an honorable federal veteran. I have not only held a pen like you, but also a gun."
"I'm not hiding in the safety of the capital star circle, sitting on the sofa with a pen and killing imaginary Imperial soldiers to love someone in the Federation."
Tai Zhiyuan stared at the reporter with an extremely ugly expression and said word by word, "I have been on the front line. I resisted the aggression of the Empire with the firearms and bullets in my hands. I have killed countless people from the Empire who rushed in front of me."
"Those cruel and savage imperial soldiers are not just imaginary images that exist in the minds of people like you, but real existences!"
"So what do the imperial people want to do in the question, you should ask the imperial people, not me."
"If you and your newspaper office try to link me with the Imperials in the future, insulting the dignity and honor of a federal veteran, I will shoot you without hesitation as I would the Imperials!"
The Tribune reporter looked at the thin young congressman in shock. He was a little overwhelmed by the sudden momentum of the other party. He subconsciously waved his arms and shouted to his colleagues around him: "He is threatening me! Did you see that? A congressman who uses threats against freedom of the press!"
He thought that the words freedom of the press and threats would easily arouse the emotions of the reporters around him, but he didn't expect that, but he only got an indifferent and mocking look.
Because he didn't understand that since he and his newspaper office dared to insinuate Tai Zhiyuan with such a sensitive name of righteousness, then Tai Zhiyuan can naturally use this righteous name to fight back with the most sonorous force and even rudeness.
"As for what you said about the chaos in the federal political situation, the Empire will take advantage of this opportunity and accuse the people who participated in the silent march, which will affect the war on the front line. I would like to make the following official answer."
The young congressman in the cold wind looked at the microphone and recorder in front of him and said solemnly, "If you believe Major Da Vinci's accusation..."
"Then you should understand that what the federal government and some senior military generals are doing on Mohua Planet is not crowding out, not suppressing, not cleaning, shooting black guns behind the bloody and fearless soldiers of the army, this is naked. bloody murder!"
"Here, I would like to ask all the federal people to think about who is the real deadly threat to the current federation with such a government and imperial people!"
The crowd fell into a dead silence.