I, the native, do as I please

Hearing that Azu wanted to have a good talk with the 'keyboard warriors', even face to face, Ashley felt her back go cold, she couldn't help raising her hips and chest, trying to force a smile.

"Sir, do you need me to contact them for you?"

"unnecessary."

"I already know where they are and who they are." Azu smiled. Just now, while he was looking at the comments on the tablet, he had sent streams of information, entered the network, and found the IPs of those 'keyboard warriors'. And through the camera of the other party's electronic device, record their appearance.

Ashley nodded, and said, "There is one more thing, sir."

Azu looked back at her: "What else?"

"Is such that."

"Mr. President invites you to the White House for an investiture ceremony next Monday."

"He thinks that because of the super meteorite last time, many things were not done properly, and he didn't officially announce to the outside world that you became a general."

"He hopes that you can participate in the award ceremony, which will be broadcast live globally simultaneously."

"He said that he would solemnly announce to the world that the best and most powerful general in the history of the Federation was born."

Ashley licked her lips, she was very excited, because if Azu participated in this ceremony, Walter's stock would definitely go up crazily.

As one of the shareholders, the dividends she can get are naturally happy to facilitate this matter.

"Oh, there is such a thing."

Azu smiled and said: "No problem."

"Go and tell Mr. President that I will attend on time."

Ashley immediately said: "Sir, I'll ask the public relations department to prepare a line for you right away, no, prepare a few, and you can choose it yourself when the time comes."

Azu shook his head and said, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"The lines and so on, I can do it myself."

Seeing what Azu said, Ashley stopped insisting.

She left quickly, and after walking out of the command hall, she began to call the White House President's Office to relay Azu's meaning.

Azu clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I want to go out for a stroll too."

After a stroll, he came to the Ministry of Defense building.

In the Ministry of National Defense Building, Victoria Newman walked in the passage to her office with her head held high.

Under Azu's recommendation, she successfully became the Secretary of the Minister of Defense and officially became one of the core figures in this country.

Although she is still a long way from the core, she is much more advanced than a member of parliament in the past.

Now she comes into contact with the secrets of this country every day, and this is something she never dared to think about before.

Even now, sometimes she still wonders if she is dreaming.

She couldn't believe that she could go this far.

of course.

Newman is very clear that it is difficult to enter the core unit of this country by himself.

She can stand at this height now.

All because of that man.

The man who changed her life.

The man who haunted her dreams.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Everyone passing by, whether sincere or not, greeted her.

This is not only because of her secretary status, but also because behind her is the most powerful man in the world.

But say it.

The man hadn't been seen for some time.

where will he be

As soon as this thought came to her, Newman walked into the office and saw someone sitting on her chair, looking at her with a picture frame.

Seeing himself coming in, he put down the photo frame and said with a smile, "Good morning."

Homelanders!
Newman couldn't stop smiling.

She quickly closed the office.

Turn off all monitoring.

Then sat on Azu's lap.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

Azu chuckled: "Am I so popular?"

Newman lifted his hair, looked into Azu's blue eyes and said, "I can't think of any woman who can refuse your enthusiasm."

Azu scanned Newman and said, "Your heartbeat is too fast."

"It's ok."

Newman's breathing intensified: "I can dance even harder."

Then she bit her lip next to Azu's ear and said, "I haven't had breakfast yet."

Azu understood, laughed, and put his hands on Newman's head: "Then let you taste my strengths."

Immediately.

in this office.

Where Azu's spear points, he is invincible.

It's almost noon.

Newman poured himself a glass of water, moistening his throat as if a flame was burning, and then said: "Mr. President hopes to invite you to attend the honoring ceremony on Monday."

Azu nodded: "I know."

"What can I do for you?" Newman asked.

Azu smiled and said: "This is exactly the purpose of my coming to you."

"I think the federation is too loose in network management."

"Perhaps, they should strengthen strict control in this area."

"Let some guys think that the Internet is a lawless place and can do whatever they want."

Newman immediately understood: "You mean the thing about the Congress on the Internet."

Azu laughed and said, "It's easy to talk to smart people."

Newman took another sip of water and said, "I understand how to do it, sir."

in the afternoon.

Washington, the White House.

President Rick Archibald walked into his office, and the office secretary reported.

"Sir, I received a reply from Water Company about the award ceremony this morning."

"Motherland has agreed to attend the ceremony and has promised to arrive at the White House on time on Monday morning."

With a snort, Archibald took off his suit, and the secretary hung it on the coat rack.

He sat down in his chair, opened a drawer, and took out a box of Cuban cigars.

The secretary came to him, handled the cigar skillfully for him, and lit it for him.

The president took a sip, then looked at the officials in the office and said.

"What do you think."

These officials look at you, look at me, and dare not express their opinions casually.

After all, he is from the motherland.

Everything related to the people of the motherland needs to be cautious.

General Mike coughed dryly and said, "The award ceremony will be broadcast live globally, Mr. President, this is an opportunity for us."

"Since the last super meteorite incident, many countries have begun to question whether the Federation can still control the people of the motherland."

"They are very worried that the people of the motherland will not be controlled and will become a ticking time bomb."

"I think maybe we can take this opportunity to announce to the world that the people of the motherland are still under our control through some veiled means."

The president gasped: "Then what do you think, how can the people of the motherland who are not under our control make other countries feel that we can still control them?"

"manner."

General Mike said in a deep voice: "As long as we can make the people of the motherland cooperate and show an attitude of cooperating with us, we can do this."

"For example, we can make a fuss about the award platform."

"We made the awarding platform into a step shape. The president stands on the top, and the people of the motherland stand on the lower level, so that the difference between the superior and the inferior can be highlighted."

Rick nodded and said, "This is indeed a way."

"Let the Propaganda Department think about how to use this award to make a fuss."

Naturally, this does not need to be communicated by General Mike.

Later, the secretary of the office will notify the staff of the Propaganda Department.

time flies.

Fast forward to Monday.

early morning.

Derrick was on his way home.

He is a worker in a processing factory. He just finished his night shift last night, and he can have a day off today.

Derrick, who is in his early thirties this year, is obese, his income is unstable, and his family background is mediocre.

So much so that he doesn't even have a girlfriend, let alone married.

This made Derrick always act inferior in front of people.

He always walks with his head down.

He liked to wear hats, and would pull them down so low that he wanted to put his head all over them.

He dare not look directly at others outside, and when communicating with others, he always stares at other people's feet.

All of this is a lack of self-confidence.

He has no friends and lives alone in New York, renting a one-person apartment.

Factories and apartments are all of Derrick's life.

At this time, Derrick passed an alley.

He suddenly saw three black men blocking a woman in a corner in the alley.

Appears to be a robbery.

This is all too common in New York.

The city is far from safe.

There are as many thieves and robbers as there are rats in the sewers.

The woman saw Derrick and quickly called out, "Hey, sir, please help me!"

Several black men looked over immediately, their eyes fell on Derrick, and one of them said fiercely.

"If you don't want to die, get out, fat man!"

Derrick retreated timidly, glanced at the woman, then trotted away with his head down.

He heard black people laughing in the alley.

Hear the woman cursing herself.

Derrick's face was hot.

He cried out inwardly.

What's wrong with me!

I am not from the motherland!
I'm just an ordinary person.

Nothing but fat.

Why are you laughing at me.

Why curse me.

Shouldn't it be the people of the motherland who should be ridiculed and cursed?
If he doesn't show up in time, he doesn't deserve to be a superhero!
Derrick returned to the apartment as if fleeing for his life. As soon as he entered the elevator, he reached out with a hand, and then a man reeked of alcohol walked into the elevator.

This is Bart, who lives next door to him, an alcoholic, drug addict and violent maniac.

"Hey, Derrick."

Bart approached with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, and sniffed around Derrick.

"I smell dollars."

"Did you just get paid?"

"Lend me 10 dollars and pay you back in a few days."

You have borrowed $10 many times and never paid it back!

A voice in Derrick's heart yelled.

It's even like smashing the guy's head with a punch.

Snapped!
Bart slapped Derrick on the face.

"Why are you in a daze, Qian!"

"Or, do you want me to scratch your fat face?"

Derrick immediately took out a few US dollars from his pocket and handed them to Bart with his head down.

Bart pulled it away.

At this moment, the elevator door opened, and Bart kicked Derrick's ass: "Get out of here, fat man."

Derrick didn't dare to get angry, he only raised his head when he opened the door and returned to his own world.

He took a shower first, then took out the leftover pizza from the refrigerator, made himself a cup of coffee, and sat down in front of the computer with the pizza and coffee.

On the Internet, no one knows the fat and poor Derrick, only the 'Dark Lemon' who dares to speak out.

The Internet is Derrick's paradise.

The keyboard is his bible.

On the Internet, he is the god who judges all beings!
While drinking coffee, Derrick logged on to his Twitter, opened the page, and saw his message about the people from the motherland a few days ago, which had been liked more than [-] times!

Derrick couldn't help cheering.

Close your eyes.

It seems to be able to hear the praise of all living beings.

He let out a long breath.

Then browse the news.

Soon he saw a piece of breaking news.

At ten o'clock this morning, the motherland will go to the White House to participate in the general's award ceremony!
Under this news, there have been many comments.

Derrick's eyes gleamed, like a hungry dog ​​seeing a meaty bone. He had a pizza in his mouth and tapped on the keyboard that had been worn so hard that the letters could not be seen with his ten fingers stained with oil.

'Dark Lemon: What?The people of the motherland are going to be generals?A clown like this is not worthy of being a general, he is not as wise as a dog! '

Hit the 'send button', and watched the message appear in the comment area, and then the number of likes rose rapidly.

Derrick felt an indescribable beauty.

In reality, I may not be Superman.

But on the Internet, I am omnipotent.

Derrick felt elated, seeing his comments gaining countless hits, he proudly picked up the coffee and took a sip.

soon.

It was a quarter to ten.

Derrick turned on the TV and watched the live broadcast.

The scene of the White House appeared on New York TV, and it can be seen that the president has arrived at the scene.

The stepped awarding platform was surrounded by reporters. The microphones on the stage were densely packed like a forest of guns. Cameras were aimed directly at the awarding platform. The reporters had already prepared their cameras and their faces were tightly tied. , like a soldier about to go to the battlefield.

"This is New York TV station, I am reporter Catherine, and I am reporting for everyone on the spot."

"There is still a quarter of an hour to go, and now we can see that the president and officials at all levels have basically arrived at the scene, and the atmosphere is very lively now."

"This may go down as one of the most memorable days in the history of the Federation."

"Because today, the federation will have its first superhuman general."

"This will leave a strong mark in history."

On the TV, a beautiful female reporter was reporting. Derrick kept staring at the long legs covered in black silk. He had difficulty concentrating and couldn't hear what the reporter was saying.

Suddenly there was a dull roar from the TV, startling Derrick, and then he saw a figure descending from the sky in the TV.

When he stood up, the beautiful reporter in front of the screen had already rushed over.

That's the motherland.

Today's spotlight!
Not only the reporters in front of the screen, but also reporters from other media flocked to the motherland.

Looking at the blond man on the screen who was murdering a lot of film, Derrick snorted heavily in his nostrils.

"What a clown!" (end of this chapter)