Mr. Zion, the deputy speaker of the Federal Management Committee, slowly glanced at the hundreds of members of the audience with his old and turbid eyes, and said lightly: "Since even Colonel Li Feng thinks that Major Da Vinci is not a rebel, then everyone, I think I might as well listen. Listen to what Major Da Vinci himself said."
The overwhelming majority of the Papai members froze for a while, and began to be irritable. Zion's eyes were cold and he reprimanded in a deep voice: "Members of the Congress, this disabled major does not have a firearm, does it have anything to do with your safety? Threat? Pay attention to your demeanor, the whole federation is watching you!"
The Federal Deputy Speaker's tough stance for the first time in three years does not seem to be enough to simply overwhelm the Papa MPs who have become accustomed to being tough since the mid-term elections.
Deputy Speaker Zion's face darkened slightly, and he raised the hammer in his right hand and slammed it on the smooth and hard pear wood castanets!
The crisp and loud crashing sound suddenly rang all over the empty Parliament Hill, and it did not end there. With the slow and monotonous lifting of the arm and the hammer by the Deputy Speaker, the sound continued to sound, and the sound overlapped like waves. last wave.
The noisy drums gradually quieted down, and the hammering of the parliament stopped abruptly. Deputy Speaker Zion's eyes drooped slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep again, but he said a word between his lips indifferently: "Whoever disturbs the order of the venue, In accordance with the rights stipulated in the charter, I will ask the military and police to take him out for three days to calm down."
The Papai members of the audience looked at each other in dismay. They were accustomed to the silence of the old man sitting at the top of the rostrum. Only at this time did they remember that although their party had an absolute advantage in voting on Parliament Hill, the other party, as the deputy speaker, had many procedural powers under the Charter.
After a moment of silence and embarrassment, the most fanatical congressman could only suppress his anger and anxiety, and sat down angrily. The military police under the podium embarrassed to let Da Vinci go, put the wheelchair down, and then carried him into the chair.
The wheelchair slowly drove to the microphone. Da Vinci carefully sorted out his military uniform, placed the military medals on his left chest neatly, then combed his hair with his fingers, pulled down the microphone and calmed down for a while before starting his speech.
Almost at the same time, countless phone rings rang in the arms of the legislators one after another. Hundreds of secretaries and staff in the legislator's office ran through the aisles with phones and file bags, looking for their legislators.
What happened on Parliament Hill is now being broadcast live on the federal news channel and appearing on the TV light screen of the people.
Suddenly realizing that this meeting, which seemed to have no special significance, suddenly occurred unexpected changes, ordinary people can only express their shock and doubts, and the faces hidden behind the members reacted immediately. , called them.
Winsky stood beside a secluded passage in the capital's airport, looking at the light screen of the TV overhead, subconsciously covering his lips, almost let out an exclamation. She looked around nervously, worried about attracting other people's attention, so she quickly put down her hands and tidied up her slightly curly hair.
As the most popular news anchorwoman in the Federation in ten years, she is dignified and intelligent with a face that is most familiar to the public, so even if she is wearing huge sunglasses and ordinary clothes at this time, she still feels that passers-by occasionally pass by He pointed and pointed, as if he recognized himself.
On the light screen, the Federal News Channel was broadcasting the sudden changes on Parliament Hill live. It is reasonable to assume that such a major news event should be hosted by her, but no one thought that she was preparing to leave the Federation.
"If these things hadn't happened, I wouldn't have appeared on the TV screen, because the news channels certainly wouldn't have aired them."
Winsky looked at the young officer in a wheelchair on the light curtain and thought somberly, the hand holding the delicate lady's bag was extremely tight, and the knuckles were white.
"Looks like you're on time."
A pale-faced man in a black suit appeared quietly beside her at some point, and said with a soft smile, "But don't be so nervous, those Secret Service agents didn't follow."
The female anchor Winsky asked with a trembling voice: "There are some things I don't understand. Since you are going to deal with him, why don't you expose the matter between me and him, but send me away at this time."
Han Chu didn't answer her question and walked directly into the quiet passage.
Winsky bit her lip lightly, picked up the precious bag in her hand, and followed step by step. She hated it but was even more afraid of the man in front of her. Every time she saw him, she felt like a poisonous snake covered in mucus. At this point, she has no other choice.
This passage should be the passage of the airport repair staff, which is quiet and uninhabited.
When he went to the depths, Han Chu stopped, looked back at the beautiful female anchor and said indifferently: "A moral scandal can never really hit a politician. What's more, we know that you have always felt very guilty about the first lady. It's harder for you to have the family in the mansion hurt than to have the President threatened."
Winsky gripped the strap of the lady's bag tightly and didn't speak.
Han Chu continued to say expressionlessly: "So when we have mastered the relationship between you and Mr. President, we only ask you to help us do things more conveniently on the news channel. If you ask for more, you will definitely not accept it."
"Why do you have to leave me?" Winsky asked nervously.
A strange smile flashed across Han Chu's pale face, and he said, "Now that the news channel has started broadcasting, and the silent marching team has entered the capital, you are of little use to us. Of course, we can leave you alone, but I think The President will surely take his anger out on you afterwards."
Winsky slowly lowered her head, and behind the wide sunglasses was a sad look, she said with a trembling voice, "No, he wouldn't treat me like this."
"You should know better than us what kind of man Mr. President is." Han Chuwei looked at her mockingly and said, "If you really believed that he would not be so heartless, you would not agree to leave the Federation today."
Winsky raised his head and stared at his pale cheeks and asked, "Even if he wants to kill me, why do you care about my life? Exposing the president's silenced lover is beyond the boundaries of a sex scandal, and it's very useful to you. ."
"As expected, you are the best news presenter in the Federation, and your mind is still so clear at this time."
Han Chu looked at her with a complicated expression, looked at her and said, "What you said was actually my original plan, but unfortunately this sinister and perfect plan was rejected by him because he thought there was a relationship between you and Mr. President. There is love, and he thinks it deserves some respect."
Winsky held the strap of the purse tightly and never spoke again. She knew that the man mentioned by the man beside her was the Bermuda underworld monarch. He was just the president's secret lover. The so-called big man was shocked, he just kept silent about the love recited by the other party, and then asked himself whether he betrayed love in his heart.
"I did not betray."
Sitting on a spaceship bound for Bermuda in the southwest area of the Capital Airport, the female anchor looked at the familiar scenery outside the window and said silently in her heart: "In the beginning, I really wanted to protect you, but I didn't think that those viper-like Bermudians would The level of control over the human heart is terrifying to such a degree."
There was a thin layer of snow on the flanks of the spacecraft, and the new snowmelting agent was working efficiently, and the snow layer quickly turned into odd-shaped patterns.
The female anchor looked out the window, her fingertips pierced deeply into her palm, where blood was oozing. Perhaps because of this, the skin around the sunglasses was unusually pale.
"My love... I'm sorry, and good luck."
The spaceship to Bermuda was about to take off. Sadly, she sent the last text message to the man in the mansion, and then closed the phone.
Not far from the transparent wall of the semi-underground passage in the airport, Han Chu silently watched the spacecraft disappear into the cloud of lead, a faint smile appeared on his pale cheeks, then took out his phone and dialed a number, and said in a low voice, "It's done. "
The black ordinary road traverses the fields, which is extremely rare in the old-fashioned farms of the Commonwealth, so it retains a lot of the flavor of the past.
Lin Banshan hung up the phone and looked at the snow-covered grass and the frozen waterwheel passing by the car window from time to time, with a look of yearning and admiration on his face.
The car stopped in front of a very inconspicuous courtyard. Lin Banshan walked to the wooden door and knocked gently on the door very politely.
The courtyard door opened and a small two-story wooden building appeared. An old man was grinding the dried corn with rough stones in front of the porch. He didn't look up, but he seemed to know who the visitor was, and asked with a smile, "You kid seems to be at this time. Should it be in the capital?"
In this world, even the old men in Lin's Manor would not dare to call him Banshan Lin, probably only this old man is qualified.
Lin Banshan still maintained his sloppy appearance to the old man for 20 years. He walked to the front of the porch and sat down on a small bench. He began to accompany him to grind the air-dried hard corn. He lowered his head and replied casually, "There is someone over there in the capital. Deal with it, no accident, the Pabul government will definitely fall into the quagmire. As for whether there will be any thorny issues in the future, it is the matter of Mrs. and Xu Le. I will not care or have the ability to control it. I can't ask us gangsters and regulars The army goes to the front to fight."
"So you came to accompany my old man to grind corn?" The old man raised his head and asked, the wrinkles on his forehead were much deeper than before.
Lin Banshan found that grinding air-dried corn was a very hard job, so he rolled up his sleeves and grumbled while grinding hard, "You won't go to the ranch that the Tai family arranged for you, and you won't go to the manor I bought for you. Why don't you really stop playing golf when you come to such a rural place?"
"I like to play golf because I have to deal with machine computer data every second. If I want to get close to it more naturally, my brain will not become mechanical."
The old man put the ground corn slag into the old-style bamboo pot with his hands, coughed twice and said, "But speaking of nature, what activities are closer to nature than farming and raising pigs? If I were in Bermuda, I would definitely open one. Pig farm."
"Is it inappropriate to publicly declare that you want to violate the wildlife protection law in the spirit of the Charter as you?"
Lin Banshan wiped the sweat from his forehead, gave up and threw away half of the corn cobs in his hand, and said, "Old guy, can you do something good while you're still alive?"
"I've long since retired." The old man said with a smile, "I'll boil a pot of porridge for you later, it's fragrant."
"Don't take the food out of my mouth. Of course you can ignore government affairs and military affairs, but don't forget what you said when you took advantage of my young age and coerced me into the bureau. of."
"Serving the Charter is a career for life."
Lin Banshan said: "In this case, even if you retire, as long as you are not dead, you are still the director of the Federal Charter Bureau."
Just as Lin Banshan said to Mr. Tai in the small farmyard, although others had left the capital, everything that had been arranged was still functioning smoothly, and then dragged the government into the quagmire step by step.
After the bloodshed in the capital of South Carolina, with the cooperation of the Tai family, Lin Banshan successfully controlled the Federal Television News Department in secret, and dealt a heavy blow to the federal government.
After the incident, the relevant federal government agencies began to investigate what went wrong with the Ministry of Information and why the news video, apparently produced by the Silent March Command, was able to be broadcast through this channel.
With the full cooperation of the other big families, the Federal Television News Department threw out a few scapegoats, and with the role of the female anchor, it was very difficult to avoid this censorship. Even until this moment, the federal government has not noticed the seemingly unrelated kidnappings.
The power of the Seven Families is definitely not as strong as that of the federal government, especially after the joint investigation department held the Patriot Act and carried out several internal purges that would rather be wronged than missed, their influence in the huge bureaucracy has weakened sharply, and they are able to control it. fewer and fewer officials.
However, after all, these families are terrifying existences that have survived in the shadows for tens of thousands of years. The branches can keep out the wind and rain, and the roots do not know how many kilometers underground. If the joint investigation department and the Patriot Act are thunderstorms, no matter how many times they are hacked and cleaned, Many times, there will always be a lot of roots left.
In other words, in the current federal government, there are still many officials loyal to the Seven Families. Once these officials collectively mobilize, it is not too difficult to cover up for the Federal Television News Department.
In the news department of the Federal Television Station, dozens of staff members were busy with stern expressions on their faces, but the studio was completely silent, and no one spoke, including the supervisor who was constantly wiping away sweat.
After sleeping all night with a black horse in the villa, the head of the news department lost weight rapidly. The official in charge of publicity at the official residence thought he was under too much psychological pressure because of the reporting problem in South Carolina, and comforted him very kindly. In a few words, how can one guess the real fear in his heart.
There are several staff members like supervisors in the news department. Some of them owe huge gambling debts. Photos were taken, and some people still don't know where their parents or children have been kidnapped by those terrifying underworld elements.
The fearful emotion turned into a dead silence. The director, reporter, cameraman, engineer, and supervisor all knew that there was a problem with each other, but they didn't know what the problem was with each other. They could only do things according to the requirements of those people, and there was no choice.
Mr. Supervisor looked at the lively scene of Parliament Hill on the TV light screen, and pretended not to hear the constantly ringing phone on his desk, because he knew that the call must be from the government.
After a while, he glanced at the electrician in the corner with his head down to work with an uneasy look, and it took a lot of effort to swallow the bitter saliva.
The Ministry of Information can now decide what to broadcast. It is no longer his director, nor the government, but the electrician who applied for the job a few months ago - because this electrician represents the attitude of those people.
The staff inside and outside the studio of the News Department suddenly became nervous, and looked over there stiffly. A female editor even nearly fainted because they noticed that the electrician who was squatting in the corner suddenly stood up.
The electrician hung up the phone in his hand, walked to the window, took a look, turned back to the crowd and said calmly, "Because the floor is too high, you probably won't hear the noise below. I just want to tell you one thing, don't worry anymore. The government will send the military and police to arrest you because the Federal Television building is now surrounded by silent marches and they can't get in."
"Director Brin, we really can't get in! There are at least 10,000 people here who are surrounded by water. How can my people get in?"
The streets around the Federal Television building were already crowded, with thousands of demonstrators wearing black masks holding up their hands as they blocked a dozen black SUVs and more police cars.
Next to one of the black SUVs, the deputy director of the FBI looked extremely ugly. Looking at the crowd of people on the street, he yelled at the phone in his hand: "Send a helicopter? Thousands of people surrounded this building. Building, watching the helicopter drop to the top of the building, they will definitely rush in!"
"When the time comes, will you take the responsibility or I will take it? You take it? I don't dare to give an order if you take it!" The deputy director hung up the phone angrily.
The scene of Parliament Hill appeared on the TV screen of thousands of households through the Federal News Channel, and the federal government made the fastest response in the first time.
The news channel is the most authoritative and credible media in the federal society. If the allegations of the seven-group major were broadcast through this media, and in such a shocking way as it was broadcast live on Parliament Hill, then no matter how the government explained it afterwards, it would be very difficult. Dissolve the doubts and anger of the people.
This has nothing to do with the evidence. Just as a police officer in Donglin said many years ago, the life of the foolish people is full of soap operas provided by the upper class, so the vast majority of the lower-level people in the federation don’t care who has the stronger evidence for the accusation. They will only believe what they want to believe, and what they see is more visually striking... the so-called facts.
The federal government responded quickly, but they did not expect that the young congressman seemed to be prepared. When the FBI agents and the police department came to the Ministry of Information Building, the place had become a sea of people.
The Silent March Command has been moved from the front of the George Carlin Art Center to an apartment building 2 kilometers away from the Federal Television Building. The owner of this apartment building is Li Xiaotong, as early as three months ago. Then he sent all the tenants away, secretly transported the relevant equipment, and only waited for the young congressman to use it today.
"How many TV stations have already started broadcasting news channels?"
"There are still three for the time being."
"The number must be increased to ten within two minutes. The technical department will send out the signal frequency band. If there is a problem with the reception of each TV station, you should be responsible for solving it immediately."
"Yes."
"How's the situation on the various online forums?"
"Seventy-four percent of them are at the top, and keywords such as Mohua Planet's seven events and Da Vinci have occupied six positions in the top ten of the search list."
"The Network Office of the Public Relations Department will continue to follow up."
"There are also thousands of underground music stations. Once the funds arrive, they are asked to stop selling aphrodisiacs today and change them to the government's shady cover. If the documentation is too late, send the prepared broadcast stories."
"On the newspaper side, how many are not willing to register?"
"All Entertainment Weekly has bought out their pages, and several major liberal newspapers have decided to issue special issues. The problem is that the newspapers that support the government still refuse to agree."
"Has the advertisement space contract purchased by Sanlin Bank been faxed in the past?"
"It has been faxed and is under censorship, especially the Tribune, which states in the contract that the advertisements cannot have political content."
The top two floors of the apartment building have already hollowed out all the partition walls. Hundreds of silent marching headquarters staff are busy with the work at hand, turning the originally very empty hall into a tense headquarters.
In front of the deepest desk, the tired young congressman propped up the desk with his hands and said after a moment of silence, "I don't care about other newspapers, the Tribune must be taken down."
"The layout is all blank, and only one sentence is written in black with special characters."
The director of the press relations department stood behind him and took out a pen to record it carefully.
"We can't talk today."
The supervisor looked at the thin body of the congressman and said hesitantly, "But writing like this can still be judged by the Tribune editorial board as having political intentions."
"Add a line of small words below: Sanlin United Bank, practice is more important than promise, welcome to buy the National Fund to support front-line officers and soldiers with practical actions."
Tai Zhiyuan turned around and said, "Commercial, is there any problem?"
"No problem." The director of the press relations department left with a smile.
From the late summer of the 75th year to the beginning of the 76th year of the constitutional calendar, the silent marching team gradually grew. With the successful repeal of the Patriot Act, there are now more than 100,000 people on the streets of the Capital Territory.
In addition to the Federal Television Building, many people went to Parliament Hill, and the one who commanded this huge crowd with a clear rhythm and used various means to step towards victory was just a tired young congressman.
Zou Yu looked at Tai Zhiyuan leaning against the desk, raised her face and closed her eyes, and suddenly realized that there was so much power hidden under this thin body, she frowned slightly, and said with emotion: "It is really amazing to witness such a performance with your own eyes. It's an exciting thing."
Tai Zhiyuan opened his eyes, looked at her with a smile and said, "This is not a performance."
Zou Yu made no secret of his appreciation and sighed: "It's really not a performance, but a performance, a grand performance called: How to Bring Down the Federal Government."
Tai Zhiyuan took the teacup from Bai Qi's hand, frowned and took a sip. The tea was very hot and strong, and it was exactly what he needed most at this time when he was tired.
He put the hot teacup on a book, looked at Zou Yu and said with a smile: "If you appreciate me now, you are also appreciating our Mr. President. I also admired him before, and I have been learning from him."
Beneath the teacup, the title of the thick book was: Pabble Studies in Popular Movements.
"But you have to admit that things like this always require talent, and both you and President Pable have that talent."
"If it was Xu Le or Lin Banshan, maybe the former would raise his arms and shout and lead 100,000 people directly into the presidential residence, while the latter would probably provoke the masses to die in blood with the government, and finally leave unrestrainedly."
Zou Yu mocked the two companions who were not there.
Tai Zhiyuan coughed lightly and said, "Actually, these are just some very complicated affairs, not as complicated and difficult as they see, just like the matter of besieging the building and the Parliament Hill."
"One person can't do it, ten people can't do it. Only when there are enough numbers, and there is a huge gap with the enemy, can human beings often have courage."
"A drop of water can pass through a stone, but it requires tens of thousands of drops and hundreds of millions of droplets. A small stream can only flow calmly, without the power to change the environment. Only when the streams converge into a river and finally become an ocean will it become powerful and useless. Fear, if every drop of water raises your hand at this moment, it will become a roaring wave."
"And the so-called leader is actually a diversion channel."
Tai Zhiyuan lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the dark face of the book whose cover was half-covered by the teacup, and said, "His responsibility is to guide the water to the places where it is needed, some to irrigate, some to wash the sand, some It must be forced to flood, because only flooding can stop the enemy who wants to cross the river."
"Of course, water is a metaphor," Tai Zhiyuan said. "If someone tries to deter the enemy with a real flood, then I don't know what to say."
Da Vinci broke into Parliament Hill, Madman Lee sent back a video email to testify, Deputy Speaker Zion was tough for the first time in three years, the news channel was broadcasting live, and the popular movement became more and more intense. An uncalculated setback and danger.
However, for those long-silent, vague faces in the shadows of the Federation, this was the chance they had been waiting for, maybe even the last.
On the terrace of Mochou's back mountain, Secretary Shen Da started to make a phone call.
Inside the Nanxiang Manor Building, Mrs. Cao started to make a phone call.
On the top floor of the Sanlin United Bank headquarters, Li Xiuzhu started to make a phone call.
In the Qingteng Garden Villa, Li Xiaotong began to make a phone call.
Somewhere on Planet S3, Lin Douhai stared at the news channel's screen and roared viciously at the congressman on the phone, "I don't care! I will give you 30 million at the age of sixteen, why do you think I am?"