116: Place the 'gift'! This is the truth!

Chapter 116: Placing the 'Gift'! This is the Truth!

Now, evening television.

On the TV screen, a thin woman, with 'PRESS' emblazoned on both her helmet and blue vest, stood in front of a pile of ruins, holding a microphone and conducting an interview.

Of course, rather than an interview, it was more like a long video filmed in a battlefield, lasting a full five minutes.

After all, Gaza's internet and communication lines had already been cut off, and even satellite communication couldn't guarantee an uninterrupted signal, so pre-filming was the only way to send footage back home.

"How are things in Gaza?" the host asked with a steady voice.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Ye Ying, reporting live from the front lines." Ye Ying had some scars on her face, seemingly from accidental scrapes while dodging.

"Yesterday, Israel experienced intense conflict, with preliminary estimates of casualties reaching..."

"Over three thousand rockets launched..."

The beginning was a rough news report, mainly introducing the scale and casualties of the war.

Firstly.

Naturally, the question many viewers were most concerned about was: why start a war? Aren't they friendly countries?

This question was answered on camera.

Ye Ying simply held her camera and filmed the surrounding scenery.

All around were ruins; within several hundred meters, not a single intact building could be found. Blood flowed everywhere, and scattered furniture and even corpses were strewn about.

'Devastated.'

This was the first impression many viewers had in their minds: could this actually be a country?

Ye Ying walked and filmed with her camera, saying, "Here, we suffer hundreds of attacks every day, and people die every moment."

...

...

Ye Ying, using very concise language, explained the whole story to the audience of Da Xia.

Many Da Xia people realized for the first time that the Israel conflict was like this?

...

At the end of this video, it wasn't a standard closing statement, but rather a child standing on a pile of ruins.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Ye Ying asked, holding the microphone.

The child, who looked no more than ten years old, thought for a moment, then smiled resignedly, "We don't grow up. We can be shot or bombed at any moment, even walking can get us killed."

"This is our life."

Afterward, the screen showed several scattered videos, all filmed footage.

Tens of millions of viewers watched these attack methods in shock:

"Why attack hospitals and schools? Why does war target civilians and children?"

...

And a number appeared on the screen.

[According to UN data, the average life expectancy for Palestinians is only 18 years.]

A sense of helplessness and anger permeated everyone's hearts.

Although these messages were making a huge stir on the internet within Da Xia.

However, these 'rumors,' under the control of various Capitalists, barely caused any ripples on foreign networks.

Many Da Xia netizens who wanted to spread them to the outside world to inform the whole world found that, without exception, all their posts were removed by major foreign platforms.

[This video content contains serious false rumors and has been officially taken down.]

Before these Da Xia netizens could react and submit an appeal, another prompt immediately appeared.

[This account is suspected of spreading false and illicit content and has been permanently banned.]

This smooth combo of moves was truly astonishing.

Isn't this a bit too tyrannical? Not even allowing people to speak the truth, is it?

Meanwhile, in Livermore.

In a secluded street, Parker ran over, panting, "Buller, all the flyers have been distributed."

"Good, let's distribute them in another area tomorrow."

Buller nodded, handing him a freshly bought iced cola.

Every move he made now would surely attract attention. If he continued with protests and demonstrations, it would be akin to 'feeding himself to the enemy'; he would likely be arrested before taking two steps.

Although he wasn't afraid of going to prison, he didn't want to make a meaningless sacrifice.

So Buller decided to iterate on old tactics, using traditional methods to empower the outcome-oriented output.

In layman's terms, that meant 'distributing flyers!'

And the locations for distributing flyers were almost always slums, ordinary communities, and so on. All propaganda work was secretly moved underground, with various speeches held as much as possible in secluded, quiet places, or even at night.

As Buller and Parker carried out these activities, they also increasingly understood that one saying.

[From the masses, to the masses.]

Only by truly organizing these grassroots people would they not be like scattered sand, easily defeated with one blow.

'That strange uncle, what is the purpose of your organization?'

'Is this the ultimate goal you guided Parker and me towards?'

Just as Buller was pondering various thoughts in his mind, a white youth with wavy blonde hair suddenly ran in from outside the alley.

"Boss Buller, Boss Parker." The person greeted them excitedly.

The clothes he wore were clearly designer brands, and some didn't even have labels, but they were covered in dust and stains, making it hard to tell if they were 'knock-offs' or not.

Buller frowned, "Jon, what's wrong?"

This new member of their group was called 'Jon'; he wasn't sure if it was a surname or a given name.

However, he was exceptionally active in distributing organizational flyers and participating in speeches.

And although he seemed very poor, he exuded an inner 'rich fool' extravagance.

"Look at this news."

"Luckily I downloaded it quickly; this video was instantly deleted by every platform."

Jon took out his Apple 3GS and clicked on a video to play it.

Buller and Parker beside him looked over curiously.

The subtitles were in Chinese, and the content was about the 'Israel conflict' that happened two days ago.

'Is it news media from Da Xia? Why watch this?' This question immediately popped into their minds.

However.

After watching the entire video, both of their expressions were extremely solemn.

Although they didn't understand Chinese, they clearly knew what the news was trying to convey.

This was the truth. Just seeing the tragic state of those people could make every ordinary person feel heartbroken and angry.

Gaza was suffering a brutal massacre.

"I told you, they're all cut from the same cloth."

Parker said bluntly.

They were equally hideous, equally despicable.

However, Buller, with a solemn expression, took the 3GS and opened the mainstream social platforms of the Eagle Nation.

"These people's control over the media far exceeds all our imaginations."

"The entire Eagle Nation is like a puppet, manipulated by them at will."

Including internet platforms like Facebook, or internationally renowned media like CNN and BBC, and even ordinary netizens—it seemed the entire Eagle Nation, from the internet to physical entities, from print media to social media.

No one cared what the truth was, or rather, ordinary people were deceived into believing that this was the truth.

"They don't care what the truth is, and they don't care if ordinary people know the truth."

"Because Capitalists believe they can alter everyone's perception."

The determination in Buller's eyes grew stronger.

The definition of liberal democracy in the Capitalist class has always been controlled by these 'Capitalists.'

Parker stood up and asked with a serious face, "Buller, what do we do next?"

"Directly hold a demonstration? Or..."

This world was already so rotten that he wished he could just burn it all down.

Buller shook his head, "Continue to develop discreetly... Next time, we must create a sufficiently disruptive wave."

He planned to gather enough strength and directly converge on the San Francisco Bay Area.

Two days later.

Lu Ze and Lucy, due to direct flights from Dunhuang, had already arrived in the Arctic region for their trip two days prior.

Now, Arctic Village, Mohe.

This northernmost point of Da Xia, where even in summer the temperature can reach four or five degrees Celsius, and under extreme weather conditions, it can even snow in June.

It just so happened that they didn't know if their luck was good or bad.

In late June, it actually snowed in Mohe, which was extremely rare, instantly disrupting their travel plans.

Looking at Lucy, who was building a snowman over there, Lu Ze muttered to himself, "Perfect, snow will make it easier for me to place the items."

Although it disrupted their travel plans, it was more beneficial for him to place the 'gift.'

Otherwise, with such a large item, Lu Ze really wouldn't have found a good place to hide it for a while.

He just hoped that Da Xia wouldn't be too excited with these consecutive 'gifts.'

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