141: Occupy Wall Street, let this fire spread

Chapter 141: Occupy Wall Street! Let this fire spread across the world!

Sunday, San Francisco.

Today was clearly a very rare day, not just because it was a day off.

More importantly, several main roads in the city were congested on a holiday.

Over a hundred thousand citizens entered the area in a short time, stopping to watch.

Some were eating burgers on benches, others were drinking coffee outside a cafe, their eyes fixed on the end of the street, seemingly waiting for certain 'people' to appear.

The onlookers' eyes conveyed only one message: 'That 'respected' parade is about to arrive in their loyal San Francisco!'

Although all media had maintained a long silence on this matter,

this did not prevent them from learning the news and understanding what this group was speaking out for.

The so-called 'animal protection,' 'plant protection,' 'LGBT,' and other protests—any normal American with a brain knew they were just shields used by Capitalists to 'divide classes.'

The ultimate goal was merely to numb the public, to prevent them from delving into America's true core issues.

But this group was different; their slogans resonated deeply.

“Protest Capitalists! Protest tax evasion! Protest the blatant 'corruption' between capital and the powerful!”

This was not only what this group wanted to protest, but also the 'dark secret' that angered almost all ordinary Americans.

Since someone was willing to bravely stand up and speak out, they had to go and show their support.

Nine in the morning.

When the mighty crowd appeared, holding banners and various signs,

the original size of over two thousand people had unknowingly nearly doubled, with four thousand people forming a 'dense cloud' that entered everyone's sight.

There was no clamor, no shouting in unison through loudspeakers.

They seemed to announce their arrival with 'silent' protest, through their uniform footsteps and synchronously waving flags.

'0.1% of people own 99.9% of the wealth!'

'99% of ordinary people provide for 1% of the powerful!'

'We demand equal taxation, not less tax for the wealthier!'

Instantly, a thunderous round of applause, as if in unison, erupted, seemingly the city's response.

(Ah ah ah ah... Banned again, please imagine the specific scene, too detailed won't pass review.)

Beside the main road.

“Dad, do you think they can succeed? Resisting 'Capitalists' here in America?”

A white youth looked at his father, asking with a deep frown.

“I hope they can succeed,” the middle-aged white man, about fifty years old, sighed. “John, remember, complexes like America's various pharmaceutical, military-industrial, and financial industries will sooner or later drain the entire country's blood.”

“But we, the ordinary people, bear all of it.”

These Capitalists were like leeches, constantly clinging to America's golden mountain, extracting vast wealth.

As the number one developed country, a nation with top-ranked military and economy globally,

it had the lowest average life expectancy, yet the highest average medical, insurance, and legal fees in the world—this was simply a huge joke.

The day these Capitalists could no longer harvest wealth from the global market, they would exploit the American people to the bone.

However.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the face of the child standing beside him: “Why only hope?”

The white youth named 'John' decisively took off his clothes, revealing a red vest with a logo printed on it.

“What is this?” Old John looked at the familiar mark, pointing at him in disbelief.

John looked at the crowd performing a 'silent' protest before him; this was the party he wanted to join!

Little John didn't know who organized this group, nor did he know who the leaders were, but he only knew one thing now.

'This is America's hope! I want to join them!'

A few hundred meters from Little John.

Outside an ice cream dessert shop, Lu Ze and Lucy were also visiting this 'grand' event.

And quite coincidentally, next to him were the long-unseen black and white demons.

Buller and Parker, the pair, watched the crowd ahead with serious and nervous expressions, as if worried about any unexpected situations that might arise at any moment.

After all, this was an operation that had been planned for nearly a month, and it couldn't fail at this last crucial moment.

This was the first time Lu Ze had appeared before them in his true form, but they evidently didn't recognize the person next to them as the 'strange uncle' who had guided them onto this promising path.

At most, they thought he was just an Asia man curious about the 'protest.'

After a while, when the thousands-strong procession had all passed this main road, Parker and Buller, the stout and the thin, also hurried to the next location.

They still needed to observe the situation there in advance to prepare various countermeasures.

Watching their receding figures, a glimmer of light shone in Lu Ze's eyes.

He thought to himself: 'It seems these black and white demons can go further than I imagined.'

'Good, America's stagnant water really needs them to stir it up.'

As long as it could cause trouble for America, Lu Ze was very willing to do it, even to fuel it.

The more chaotic America was, the better it was for the world.

These thoughts flashed by.

Looking at Lucy, who was still in 'offline mode' next to him, it was clear that after watching the parade, she was once again lost in thought, pondering who knew what.

Lu Ze tugged her cheek: “Let's go, didn't you say you wanted to go to the amusement park?”

“Oh right, let's go quickly.” Lucy was forcibly brought back online, finally regaining her senses.

This time, their main purpose was not to watch this 'protest,' but to take advantage of Sunday to visit the Bay Area, the busiest city, and have a good time.

After all, the previous few times Lu Ze came to San Francisco were for various matters.

Either to watch Navy Open Day or to process Lucy's passport and visa. Now, seizing the rare opportunity of not needing to consider 'what to copy,' Lu Ze wanted to explore this metropolis properly.

And Lucy, upon hearing this news, naturally 'dutifully' came along.

If Lu Ze's only friend at the LLNL Laboratory was Lucy, then Lucy's only 'true friend' was him.

After all, in the laboratory, people who could get along with her regardless of her identity were extremely rare.

And Lucy didn't need companions who would only flatter her; she had long grown tired of that environment, which was why she came to the LLNL Laboratory as a 'normal' graduate student.

The two held hands and slowly left the main road, which had returned to 'silence.'

In the afternoon.

In a large holiday amusement park in San Francisco.

Lucy was riding a carousel, her excited and joyful laughter echoing around.

Gazing at this beautiful scene, Lu Ze glanced at the information displayed on the light screen in his eye.

[Replication Count: 0!] (Refresh cooldown countdown: three weeks.)

He sighed inwardly: 'It seems I should use this 'Multiply Replication' function less in the future.'

'This cooldown period is really too long.'

Although the 'Multiply Replication' permission was very good, allowing him to consume a month's worth of future replication counts to get double rewards when encountering good things,

it also brought a huge problem: what if he encountered something like a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier within the next month?

Wouldn't that be 'entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed,' enough to make him furious!

Therefore, future replication counts should be saved as much as possible, and 'Multiply Replication' should be avoided unless it's a technological product like an amphibious assault ship that absolutely requires 'Multiply Replication.'

Just as Lu Ze was contemplating this, he suddenly felt someone pull him up.

A soft and delicate touch came from his hand, and Lucy's voice reached his ear: “Come on, let's play together!”

She took Lu Ze's hand, and they both sat on a wooden horse.

Then, it slowly began to rotate.

“Lucy, this really won't break, will it?” Lu Ze frowned, somewhat worried.

“No, how heavy are you?”

Lucy flatly denied it.

She thought Lu Ze was worried that their combined weight would break the machine.

However.

Lu Ze clearly didn't think there was anything wrong with his weight; he tightened his hands around Lucy's waist: “I mean, won't your weight be too heavy!”

Although Lucy was very thin, her problem was that the places that should be curvy were exceptionally so.

Lu Ze could feel the 'envious' gazes from several women nearby due to her extraordinary physique.

Just having her lean on him like this, he could feel the weight from the front; how could it not be heavy?

“The weight capacity of this carousel is very high... don't worry.” Lucy rolled her eyes at him and continued to happily wave her hands.

Given the average American's size of two to three hundred pounds, how could the weight capacity of this carousel be low?

If it were too low, it would probably lose over 50% of its users!

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of San Francisco.

The entire protest was already drawing to a close.

Buller and Parker gazed at the 'dense' crowd, a fire igniting within them.

Although this protest was successful and caused a great stir,

it wasn't enough!

It was not enough to make those Capitalists and all of America make huge concessions to them, which meant they needed to ignite an even hotter fire!

In a secret meeting attended by only about ten people.

Buller looked at the group of first-level propaganda cadres, asking a question with a serious gaze: “I ask you, where are those Capitalists?”

“New York!”

Everyone replied without hesitation.

“Where are the Capitalists most concentrated?”

“Wall Street!” they echoed again.

“So, our next target is.”

“Occupy Wall Street!”

Buller waved his big hand, his eyes fixed on a certain spot on the map.

This was the next target!

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