I, the motherland, do whatever I want

Derrick took a box of half-eaten ice cream from the refrigerator, sprinkled some jelly beans and some wafer pieces on it, and then stirred it with a spoon before returning to the TV and sitting comfortably on the sofa. sit down.

He put a mouthful of ice cream into his mouth, took out his mobile phone, and opened a live broadcast room.

The live broadcast room was also live broadcasting the White House's report on the awarding of honors to the motherland. On the screen, barrages flew like rockets.

If you don't turn it off, you won't be able to see the live broadcast at all.

But Derrick didn't come here for the live broadcast. He was focused on the barrage and the messages.

He quickly logged into his account.

No matter which social platform he is on, he always uses the account of ‘Dark Lemon’.

While eating ice cream, Derrick quickly left a message in the live broadcast room.

‘Dark Lemon: Here he comes, and he falls from the sky again. Does he think his posture is cool? In my opinion, this is very childish and shameful, just like a child attracting everyone's attention. Of course, I said that the people of the motherland are giant babies who have not grown up. No one should object, right? ’

After his message appeared, the likes immediately shot up like a rocket.

The name ‘Dark Lemon’ is very popular recently, and it attracts attention almost whenever it appears.

Derrick enjoyed this sense of accomplishment that all the stars were admiring, which made him forget that he was just a worker on the assembly line, that he was a coward, and that he forgot all the pleasures in real life.

After posting this message, Derrick put down his phone and raised his head to look at the TV.

On the TV screen, the people of the motherland were already walking towards the stepped awards platform.

There, President Rick Archibald had already stepped onto the medal pedestal. Under the light of the flashing lights, he said with a smile.

"Today, I am very happy to be able to stand with you and announce something worthy of joy to you."

"I believe many people who come here have already guessed what I am going to say."

"Yes, starting from today, our federation will give birth to the most powerful and wisest general in history."

"That's right, people of the motherland!"

As soon as the president finished speaking, military music sounded all around, and white doves symbolizing peace flew into the sky.

On the TV, the people of the motherland walked towards the medal ceremony with a smile on their lips and waved to the camera from time to time.

Derrick bit the spoon and said in a voice that he could only hear: "What's so great, as long as he has superpowers like his, even a fool can become a general."

"If it were me, I would definitely make the Union a better place."

"What do the people of the motherland know!"

On the TV screen, the people of the motherland had already arrived at the medal awarding stage. At this time, reporters asked him to take a photo with the president.

The people of the motherland laughed loudly, complied with the reporters' requests, walked to the awarding stage, stood with the President, hugged the President's shoulders intimately, and gave a thumbs up to the camera.

Suddenly, the flashlight on the TV kept flickering, causing Derrick's eyes to hurt.

After a while.

The president took the microphone and smiled: "Gentlemen and ladies, let's not waste time."

"Shall the investiture ceremony begin now?"

"What do you say?"

There was cheering in the audience, but at this moment, the people of the motherland raised their hands to express that they had something to say.

Mr. President laughed: "It seems that becoming a federal general, even a native of the motherland, is extremely exciting."

"Well, let us first listen to the speech of the motherland."

"Everyone applaud."

Led by the president, TV sets erupted in applause.

Derrick watched as the people from his motherland came to the podium filled with microphones with a smile, and then patted the microphone.

"Pretentious, it's disgusting." Derrick Yong sneered.

On the TV screen, the motherland man coughed twice and said with a smile.

"Before I speak, I want to show you something."

He gestured.

Staff members pushed two large screens over and placed them next to the awarding platform. They then busily plugged in the cables. After a while, the computer operation interfaces were displayed on both large screens.

The president and the officials next to him exchanged glances, as if they didn't know what the people of the motherland wanted to do.

Derrick continued to eat his ice cream, and after a while, some pictures appeared on the big screen behind the medal podium.

The pictures are full of messages on the Internet.

Suddenly, Derrick saw one of them.

‘Dark Lemon: If I say the people of the motherland are rubbish, can he still come along the network cable and hit me? ’

He couldn't help but cough and almost choked on the ice cream.

Derrick came to the TV in a panic and confirmed that he had read it correctly. It was indeed his message.

How is this going?

The live broadcast room also exploded.

‘What are these, comments on the internet? Why do the people of the motherland show this? ’

‘Wow, I saw Dark Lemon’s message. He is indeed my idol. His message is being broadcast live around the world. It’s so cool! ’

'I have a bad feeling. All the messages displayed by the people of the motherland are ridiculing and scornful messages about him. I don't think he would smile even if he was slapped in the face. ’

'Brothers who are on TV, all I can say is, just ask for your blessings. ’

Barrage after barrage flew by like rockets.

There are so many that it is impossible to see clearly.

Derrick's heart was pounding and he backed away a little: "What is he going to do? He won't let the police come to catch me, right?"

"No, it's impossible."

"I'm just complaining on the Internet, it's not illegal."

At this time, a reporter on the TV asked: "People of the motherland, what are these messages?"

The motherland man on the TV still smiled and said: "These were sent to me by my assistant recently. Some people on the Internet seem to hate me. I don't even know what I did to them to cause them to insult me."

"Everyone can read this."

On the TV, a message was enlarged on the screen.

'In the end, I am the first: the people of the motherland are idiots. Maybe the Protectorate was established under his instruction, otherwise why didn't he stop it immediately. Now I seriously doubt that his previous fight with the big jellyfish was a movie special effect. He threatened the federal government to act with him in a scene in order to create his own image as a savior! ’

After a few seconds of display, the camera returned to the people of the motherland.

The people of the motherland were already looking at the president.

"Mr. President, look, did I threaten the federal government and act?"

The president said solemnly: "That's absolutely not the case."

Then he said: "People of the motherland, we will discuss the matter of rectifying the order of the Internet later. We should conduct the award ceremony first."

The people of the motherland shook their heads: "No, no, no, this is very important."

He faced the camera, took out a document and showed it to the camera: "For a long time, we have not paid attention to the order of the Internet, resulting in no order on the Internet."

“This allows many people to speak irresponsibly and even incite people to physically attack others.”

"Maybe someone would say."

"People of the motherland, it's just a talk. You won't die if you talk about it. Do you need to worry about it?"

"Here I want to say to these people, you are wrong, words can also kill people."

"Let's take a look at this statistical document in my hand."

"Just in the past year, in our federal territory alone, the number of people who chose to commit suicide due to online violence reached 2,871."

"There are 15,423 people who suffer from depression, schizophrenia or other mental illnesses due to online violence."

"These are only those who can be counted. We don't know how many people are not counted."

The people of the motherland raised the documents in their hands and said: "These people could have enjoyed their lives happily and safely."

"But because they were ostracized by some people on the Internet and attacked with ulterior motives, they committed suicide or suffered mental illness."

"And no one stepped up to take responsibility for them."

"No!"

The native of the motherland smiled and pointed to the big screen at the back: "Then, why do these so-called celebrities on the Internet dare to be so unscrupulous."

"Ultimately, the root of the problem is that they think they are safe."

"They hide behind the Internet and the public doesn't know who they are, so they do whatever they want."

"Here, I say to them."

"No!"

"Days like this will never come back."

"Everyone in here who attacks me."

"I will find you and judge you."

"Yes."

"I will not gently advise you to apologize or repent, or send you to jail for ten and a half days, and then return to your old ways after you come out."

"No, with me, you have no chance."

There was an uproar on the TV set.

A reporter asked: "People of the motherland, haven't you ever considered what kind of impact this will have on you?"

The native laughed, pointed at the reporter and said, "That's a good question."

"Look at these people up here."

"Why do they dare to attack others like this, even me."

"In addition to the fact that they think they are safe hiding behind the Internet, they also think that because I am concerned about the impact, I finally choose to swallow my anger and pretend that nothing happened."

"wrong."

"Big mistake."

The native pointed at the camera and said: "I don't care, you know?"

"What kind of support, what kind of influence."

"Do you love me and support me."

"I don't care about any of these things."

"Even if I can become a federal general today."

The motherland man shrugged his shoulders: "None of this has any impact on me."

“I used to think that you couldn’t raze the whole house to the ground just because it was too cluttered and things weren’t put away in different categories.”

"Now I find that I was wrong. My magnanimity did not win me gratitude, but allowed some mice to jump on my head and run wild."

"So I decided to right this wrong."

"From now on, I will take a zero-tolerance approach."

"I will fight back and use the most drastic means to make my position clear."

"And all this starts now."

The people of the motherland snapped their fingers.

Suddenly, windows appeared on the two large screens behind the medal ceremony.

In those windows, faces appeared.

And in it.

Derrick saw his back.

He immediately looked back at the computer, which was still open, and saw the camera on the computer. He immediately understood something.

So he rushed over and turned off the computer.

But nothing works.

His figure still appeared on the TV, this time it was the surveillance footage from his home that came into play.

"No!"

"No!"

"He's breaking the law."

"He has violated citizens' privacy rights!"

Derrick screamed.

On the TV, the people of the motherland seemed to hear his words.

The people of the motherland laughed: "Those who wantonly attack me have no right to privacy."

After saying that, his figure disappeared from the TV screen.

Almost at the same time.

It's like a magic trick.

The blond man with a smile on his face appeared in front of Derrick.

Derrick screamed, shrank into a corner, and pointed at the people of the motherland: "You, you, don't come over."

Azu smiled and looked at the fat man: "Hello, Mr. Dark Lemon."

He snapped his fingers.

Other messages from Derrick appeared on the TV screen.

‘Dark Lemon: What? Are all the people of the motherland going to be generals? How can a clown like this be a general? He is not as smart as a dog! ’

‘Dark Lemon: Here he comes, and he falls from the sky again. Does he think his posture is cool? In my opinion, this is very childish and shameful, just like a child attracting everyone's attention. Of course, I said that the people of the motherland are giant babies who have not grown up. No one should object, right? ’

Behind these messages, the number of likes that Derrick once enjoyed so much was now hurting his eyes with each one.

Derrick said with trembling teeth: "Sir, please listen to my explanation."

Azu raised a finger: "Don't talk."

"How about it."

"Venting your dissatisfaction with life on the Internet and attacking an obvious target, especially when the target cannot fight back against you, makes you feel very comfortable, right?"

"For a moment, you feel like a god, don't you?"

"But unfortunately, Mr. Dark Lemon, the good times have come to an end."

"Because you messed with people you shouldn't mess with."

"Because you provoked a man who was not afraid of making enemies of the whole world."

"So, bye."

Azu's eyes lit up with pure golden light.

The light suddenly illuminated Derrick's room.

It also illuminates the TV screen.

On the TV screen, lights like this lit up one after another.

The entire White House has lost its voice.

No, the whole world is quiet at this moment!

After a while.

Azu returned to the White House and said with a smile: "That's it for today. I hope others will take this as a warning."

"I would like to reiterate again that the Internet is not a lawless place, and it is time for the federal government to strengthen controls in this area."

"MPs will make suggestions later."

"Okay, I have something else to do."

"As for the general's medal, I have already received it. There is no need for the medal ceremony."

"that's all."

After saying that, Azu rose into the sky.

After stopping for a moment in the sky, it quickly flew towards New York.

After a while.

On the Internet, major forums have exploded.

'crazy! The people of the motherland are crazy. He actually tried and executed those people. Oh my God, I can’t believe this is true. ’

‘I think this is good, those trolls deserve to die! It was the people of the motherland who saved them, and they just slandered him on the Internet. He deserved to die. It would be better for garbage like this to die more. ’

‘I support the people of my motherland, he is so straightforward, and I like him like this. Internet trolls, tremble, your good days are over. ’

‘Haha, I’m not the only one who thinks this approach of the motherland is so cool! These shady trash will just hide behind the Internet and attack, and they deserve to be killed. ’

‘Oh my God, are you all crazy? You actually support the motherland to do this. He is already above the law. Then who do you think will guarantee our safety? ’

‘You guys upstairs, just keep your heart in your stomach. The people of our motherland are not special cases. Are there not many people in this world who are above all living beings? Anyway, you can't reach their level, and those big guys won't go out of their way to deal with you, a nobody. Unless you're as mean as that 'Dark Lemon' and insist on hitting the big guys' guns, then I won't treat you like that. explain. ’

There are a lot of rumors on the Internet.

In the White House, President Rick Archibald was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot.

He did not expect that an investiture ceremony would be staged in this way, nor did he expect that the people of the motherland would leave the White House before the ceremony was even completed.

In the office, the president rarely could control his emotions and yelled.

"He doesn't take us seriously at all."

"He never cared about this country!"

"Look what he said!"

"He feels that the entire federation belongs to him. The federation is just a house of his. If he is displeased, he will burn the house to the ground at any time!"

"He considers himself the master of the house and the master of the Federation. Now the whole world knows that we are all clowns, all of us!"

General Mike said with a wry smile: "On the surface, he is warning those who randomly criticize him on the Internet, but in fact, he is reminding us."

"He wants to tell us that he is the master of the Federation, and the reason why we still exist is only because he does not want the Federation to disappear from the earth."

"It's more than that."

The president, who had calmed down, smoked his pipe: "He also conveyed a very important message."

"He's not bound by anything."

"Legal, moral, or how people view him."

"He doesn't care at all."

"He's warning us not to try to control him with these things."

The office was silent.

After a while.

The president asked: "How's things going with Mallory?"

"Has she obtained the weapon that can kill people of the motherland?"

General Mike immediately said: "I contacted her before, and she said she had sent someone to get the weapon. I will contact her again later."

The president nodded and said, "Quickly."

"If the people of the motherland don't die, I won't be able to sleep peacefully."

In a blink of an eye.

It has been several days since the White House conferred the honors.

In the past few days, the trial of the Motherland is still highly discussed.

Every day, countless netizens argue over this matter.

Just today, a member of Congress proposed an ‘Internet Real Name System’ bill.

The bill has now begun to go through the process. Once passed, the name and IP address will be displayed when speaking on the Internet.

As a result, discussions among netizens began to shift to this bill.

It was almost noon, and on the streets of New York, a man was walking blankly.

He seemed to have not tidied up his appearance for a long time. His beard was very long and his clothes were dirty, like a homeless man.

People passing by looked at him with disgust and then hid away.

The homeless man looked around blankly, as if he knew this place, but also as if he didn't.

He came to a street corner, where an ice cream truck was playing Russian music.

Hearing the Russian language in it, the tramp was startled for a moment, and then an unusually sharp voice sounded in his mind.

Pictures flashed before my eyes.

He saw someone thrust a machine gun into his mouth and shoot him.

I saw people wearing masks cutting their own eye masks with scalpels.

I saw many horrific scenes.

It reminded him of many things.

He held his head in pain, and the nearby gravel on the ground vibrated, moving closer to him little by little.

After a moment, his chest lit up, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

The tramp roared, straightened up, and uncontrollably ejected a hot and dazzling light from his chest.

The brilliant stream of light, which was like a volcanic eruption, made it impossible for a passerby in front to avoid it, and was immediately blown into pieces. The stream of light drove straight into the building in front, blasting through the building.

Suddenly there was a scream in the street.

"what happened?"

"Is this a metahuman villain?"

"Help!"

The streets were in chaos as people scrambled to get away from the homeless man.

After releasing that energy, the homeless man looked around blankly, and finally focused on the building he destroyed.

He took two steps back and quickly left the scene.

Although New York is a bit unfamiliar to the homeless man now, some things remain unchanged.

The homeless man found an apartment and knocked on one of the rooms.

The door opened, and a well-dressed old man stuck his head out.

When he saw the homeless man, he exclaimed, "What the hell."

"Really? Unfortunately, I'm not a ghost."

The homeless man put his hand on the door frame, looked at the old man and said, "You should put my suit here."

"After all, you are a nostalgic person."

Just when a superhuman villain suddenly appeared on the streets of New York, he was in an underground warehouse in Brooklyn.

Mallory looked at Frankie, who kept pouring wine into her mouth, and she spread her hands: "Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

"You know how hard I went to find you."

"So do you have to explain to me why you are the only one who comes back with the weapon to kill the people of the motherland?"

"Maybe you were hiding underground and didn't watch the news, so you don't know what the people of the motherland did in the past few days."

"Now the president is no longer concerned about the people of his country, and he wants to be able to control that weapon."

"Frankie, damn it, can't you say a word?"

The Frenchman put down his glass, raised his head, and said with a sad expression: "Breast milk is dead, madam."

"Right before my eyes, he turned into jelly all over the floor with a crash, the red kind."

"There's no weapons there, just the damn soldier boy!"