I cut reality into a movie

However, his military adviser, Manning, told him that the netizens all over the world are just a group of rabble who are greedy for life and afraid of death. As long as they scare them a little, they can safely get through this crisis of public opinion.

Sure enough, Manning's strategy was very effective. Cuellar only expressed his attitude a little bit, and none of the citizens of Sommerla dared to say anything more.

Not to mention the parade at the physical level, even on the Internet, people dare not discuss this matter openly, for fear of being caught and hanged by Cuellar's men along the network cable.

"General, I have already said that in Sommerla, you are the real emperor. As long as we can control the situation in Sommerla, no one here will be able to resist you."

He can do practical things and speak nicely. In Cuellar's mind, Manning is cuter than all his lovers combined.

Putting his arm on Manning's shoulder affectionately, Cuellar laughed with a cigar in his mouth and said, "Come on, military adviser, accompany me downstairs for a drink."

"Although that trash Boggart is dead, this place in his house is okay!"

Some people are eating happily, while others can't even drink a sip of coffee.

Yuffie was sad.

She already knew that her little cousin was going to run for mayor, and that he wanted to inherit her grandfather's behest and lead the citizens of Sommerla to fight a vigorous anti-drug war against the Cuellar Group.

But seeing the indifferent reaction of the citizens of Sommerla after the CCTV exposure of the sunset restaurant, Yuffie's heart also became uncertain:

"Why is there no reaction at all?"

"Is everyone so afraid of drug dealers? But Cuellar's gang of drug dealers only has 500 people at full count, while the city of Somola has [-] citizens. With so many citizens, even if one person stomps on drug dealers, it's not enough." It can trample those drug dealers into mud!"

Yuffie asked a puzzled question, but Romon looked at her and said with a smile: "Yuffie, there is one thing you must always remember, that is, what the people think and what he does don't always coincide."

"In terms of thinking, these people certainly yearn for fairness and justice, and a city of Sommerla without drug dealers, but in terms of practice, they will always only make one choice-who wins, who they help."

"Judging from the current situation, it is Cuellar who has the absolute advantage, so it is only natural for the people to obey his power."

Listening to Romon's answer, Yuffie found it even more difficult to accept: "If they help whoever wins, then the reality will never change, because the changers are all at a disadvantage in the beginning!"

"But the world is still changing."

Romon raised his hand and rubbed Yuffie's hair: "As a reformer in the front, never imagine that the people will take the initiative to stand up and help you open the situation."

"It's about always remembering that you are the one who changes everything. You have to take the initiative to guide these mobs and turn them into real elite teachers."

The scene where Romon gave Yuffie a lesson was completely in Ms. Emma's eyes.

She was very surprised. She had never expected that, apart from his amazing ability to kill people, Romon's thoughts were also so profound and terrifying.

—Become a changemaker, drawing on the power of the people for your own use.

Listening to Romon's narration, Emma felt a chill down her back, because the idea Romon expounded was taboo in Colombia.

But looking at Yuffie's round acorn-like eyes, which started to shine a little bit under Romon's narration, Emma knew that once some Pandora's boxes were opened, they would not be so easy to close.

"The price for me to seek revenge from this man will not be Yuffie."

Muttering softly, Ms. Emma took the coffee and walked slowly into the study, as if she didn't hear anything, she smiled at the two of them: "Claude, Yuffie, the coffee is ready, come and have a drink. "

"Okay, auntie, come here."

Grabbing the treasure-like uncle who can never be discovered, Yuffie trotted all the way to the dining table, picked up the coffee pot on the table and poured coffee, and asked, "Auntie, Uncle, when shall we go?" Speech on TV to canvass votes?"

"It's us, not us, and you're not in the middle."

Seeing the eager expression on Yuffie's face, Emma knew what her niece was thinking.

But Emma, ​​as a real aunt, would not let Yuffie appear on TV. After all, the less exposed, the more safe.

"Auntie, give me a chance, I also want to fight side by side with you on TV."

"impossible!"

Without hesitation for a second, Ms. Emma directly refused: "We are running for elections, not for family gatherings. In the same shot, too many people from the same family will make voters feel disgusted and feel that you are a political family. .”

Although the reasons given by Emma were high-sounding enough, both Romon and Yuffie knew that Ms. Emma's original intention was to protect the niece.

"Well, Auntie, I see."

Yuffie lowered her head in frustration. Romon patted the back of her head comfortingly, and said to Ms. Emma, ​​"Three days later, Miss Emma, ​​our first TV campaign is scheduled for three days later."

"Three days later?" Ms. Emma was a little puzzled: "Isn't it sure to canvass votes today? Today is the most angry time for the people."

"I want more than anger."

Romon took a sip of his coffee and said with a horrible smile: "What I want is despair. I want to wait for the citizens of Sommerla to despair about this city, and then stand up and bring them hope. Only in this way can I win the most money." Favorable, won the most votes."

Just winning the election is nothing more than a snap of the fingers for Romon.

But he has Yuffie as a student now, so Romon will consider setting an example and teaching Yuffie a little bit by precept and example.

Sure enough, Yuffie's eyes were about to light up when she heard her cousin's manipulative skills, and Aunt Emma looked at her helplessly with that engrossing concentration:

Yuffie, my aunt really hopes that you, a real kid, can grow a little bit of mind, but the things you are learning now are not too much of a bit of mind.

Just when Ms. Emma was struggling with whether she agreed to cooperate with Romon's revenge, whether it was considered to lure wolves into the house, on the other side, the majority of Sommerla residents were falling into despair little by little.

"Three days!"

"Three days have passed!"

"The whole city of Sommerla seems to be dead, there is no reaction at all! The police station is dead silent, the government government is dead silent, and even those bastard mayor candidates, no one stood up and said: to give That girl upholds justice, and the drug dealers will be severely punished!"

"Elect the mayor in a week? Choose a fart! Those bastards really want to choose, and they should go to hell and choose a suitable magma pit to jump into!"

I'm still cleaning the car in the old place, and I'm still staying with my old friends.

Uncle Robert looked at the election advertisements placed in the green belt on the street, and directly poured the sewage basin in his hand on it.

Whoa!

The muddy car wash splashed the brightly smiling candidate on the billboard all over his face. Uncle Robert looked at his masterpiece, and finally his boredom subsided a little:

"Hmph, garbage and stinky water are perfect. If you bastard, you can jump into the cesspit for a swim on the day of the election, I can consider voting for you."

Seeing that his old friend hadn't recovered from the anger that day, Jefferson joked along with Robert's words:

"It's not just your vote, man, if the bastard could swim in a cesspit, I bet half the voters in Somerra would vote for him."

"I bet at least eighty percent."

Robert smiled, but the smile was a bit forced: "After all, a clown swimming in a cesspit can still bring everyone fun, but a mayor of Sommerla can only chill the hearts of the citizens."

"Brother, listen to you, are you going to vote in this election?"

"Vote a fart! Instead of voting for these garbage, I might as well vote for my dog. At least my dog ​​can bark twice when he sees a drug dealer."

"Then I'll vote for your dog too, so that it will have two votes, maybe it can get a place on the vote list."

Although not as angry as Robert showed, Jefferson also felt uncomfortable.

After all, no matter how firm his faith is, he doesn't want to see his life full of suffering, and he still needs some sunshine.

Just when the two taxi uncles were sighing in the face of the increasingly dark city of Sommerla.

The familiar voice that suddenly appeared in his ear made Robert startled.

The sound came from the LED display screen of the shopping mall across the street. There used to be a Coke advertisement endorsed by a Hollywood star, but now a man and a woman appeared.

"It's the little brother who was in the car that day."

Robert recognized Romon at a glance, but Miss Emma standing beside Romon, Robert was a little confused.

Three years ago, he had seen this face on the news, but after such a long time, because of work reasons, Robert had a relatively high level of memorizing faces, so he couldn't quite recognize Emma.

"I'm Emma Agudelo."

But as soon as Ms. Emma opened her mouth, the memory of three years ago immediately came to Robert's mind.

He pointed at Emma's face on the display screen and shouted: "It's Ms. Emma, ​​why did she suddenly appear on the display screen of the shopping mall? Isn't it because she wants to be the mayor?"

The LED display in the shopping mall is not an ordinary TV channel. There are no programs here, only advertisements.

In addition to the normal product advertisements, there are only local election advertisements.

Seeing Ms. Emma appear on this, people will think that she is running for election.

Not only Robert thinks so, but his friend Jefferson also thinks so, including passers-by walking on the street. When they saw Emma Agudelo appearing in the camera, they all stopped, expecting this woman to be like her three years ago. Like my father, say what the inhabitants of Sommerra most want to hear.

"I am Emma Agudelo, the daughter of Reynaldo Agudelo, yes, the daughter of Mayor Agudelo who unfortunately died three years ago."

Announcing her identity, Emma said: "I am standing here today to introduce to the voters of Sommerla, the candidate for mayor next to me--Claude Agudelo. "

"He is my cousin. He is here today. He will carry on my father's last wish and carry my father's glory to run for mayor of Sommerla again."

coax!

There was an instant chaos on the street.

Hearing that Romon, the heir of the Agudelo family, was going to run for mayor following the old mayor's last wish, the residents of Somerra finally waited for the dawn of dawn in the long night.

The Agudelo family is back, and they are about to declare war on the drug dealers again.

Residents of Sommera on the street began to celebrate, including Uncle Robert, who was still bored just now, all smiling at the moment, grabbing his friend's arm and shouting:

"Jefferson, quick, hit me Jefferson, I want to make sure I'm not dreaming! I want to make sure this fucking city isn't completely finished!"

"Robert, calm down. They didn't say that the last wish was anti-drugs. Why are you so excited? What if the last wish is something else? She may be cheating votes by making such ambiguous words."

Whether facing bad news or good news, Jefferson was much calmer than Robert.

He listened to Ms. Emma's ambiguous statement, and he did not wishful thinking that Emma's last wish was to stop drugs.

With the same idea, there is also Dr. Manning who is sitting on the sofa in the villa, holding a pen in his hand, and stopping Quillital to get angry while looking playful.

"General, don't worry, let us listen to what this Agudello remnant wants to say? The last wish in her mouth is not necessarily the last wish we think."

Manning spoke calmly, but the smile on his face was far from as calm as he expressed.

He had to make preparations in advance to appease him, so as not to make any outrageous actions by Quelita after Emma said the word anti-drug.

After all, Manning's ideal in life is to spend the rest of his life in Sommerla in peace, and he doesn't want Quillital to make any major incidents, which will attract the attention of the CIA.

Under the expectant eyes of Manning and the expectant eyes of all the citizens of Sommerla, Emma handed the microphone to Romon.

And this heir of Agudello, who was wearing a white suit and a white top hat, took the microphone again, and without a word of nonsense, he raised three fingers of his right hand and announced loudly:

"If I were elected mayor of Sommerla, I would only do three things - stop drugs! stop drugs! or fucking stop drugs!"

boom!

Gunshots sounded.

Hearing Romon yelling anti-drugs, Cuellar directly picked up the Magnum revolver on the coffee table, and shot the [-]-inch color TV in front of him.

"I'm going to kill this bastard! I have to fucking kill this bastard!"

"General, this man cannot be killed!"

Unlike the exposure of the surveillance video of Sunset Restaurant, its influence is limited to the local area of ​​Sommerla.

If Cuellar killed Romon, considering that this person was a candidate for mayor, he was also the candidate for mayor of the Agudelo family, and he also shouted anti-drug slogans.

Those media who are not too big to watch the excitement will definitely hype this matter together with the case three years ago, so as to bring unnecessary attention to the Cuellar Group.

If this attention is not done well, it will attract the attention of the CIA. Manning must not allow this kind of thing to happen.

Hearing the military master telling him not to kill Romon, Cuellar immediately stared at himself with murderous eyes:

"Doctor, tell me your reason, the reason why I can't kill this man."

"CIA."

Manning directly took out the big killer: "According to the latest news from my American friend, our fierce horse is being targeted by the CIA, so, in order for us to do business safely, we must not make a big fuss. A group of bloodthirsty sharks are attracted."

Sure enough, for Colombian drug dealers.

Government troops and guerrillas are not easy to use. Just mentioning the name of the CIA, these drug dealers will be honest in an instant.

"We are really being targeted?" Cuellar's expression became a little unnatural.

"General, you know that in this world, the CIA is only interested in two things, oil and drugs. Our business is getting bigger and bigger. It is impossible not to be targeted by them."

Seeing the helpless smile on Manning's face, Cuellar moved his shoulders, and after mobilizing some stagnant back muscles, he asked, "Then what should we do?"

"Just stay hidden."

Knowing the size of Ritmega, it doesn’t count as a fart in the United States. Manning admired Cuellar’s ​​fear, opened his eyes and said nonsense: “Our bulk cargo channel is very safe, as long as we don’t take the initiative to cause any big incidents, Get the attention of the CIA and we'll be fine."

"That's it~~~~"

Hearing that he was still safe, Cuellar breathed a sigh of relief, and then returned the topic to Romon's speech just now: "What about the little bastard on TV just now? With the current atmosphere in Sommerla City, that little bastard The beast is sure to be elected, so we just watch him win and suppress us?"

"General, it is Claude Agudelo who is running for mayor, not Emma Agudelo." Manning reminded.