Keeping technology in the advanced field, when war breaks out, a large amount of military spending from Congress will allow them to fight in the first place.

"Besides, it's an extra guarantee for me. Looking at Li Zitao's enthusiastic smiling face, Dwight said silently in his heart.

The veterans' questions were a big adventure for Dwight, and his future hung on it.

Even if there is a secret agreement from the War Department, if Li Zitao really gets into trouble, Dwight will definitely be the one who will be thrown out of the top cylinder.

As long as he has a defense license, it's different.

This is a partner recognized by the military, and there is a tall boss who can stand up to any trouble, and he doesn't have to worry about being thrown out as a scapegoat.

"Does the military plan to eliminate the truck?" Li Zitao asked about the matter again.

"The military itself is not enough, eliminate?" Dwight refused without thinking about it, this year's military vehicles are purely handmade, and it takes nearly 3 weeks to dry from one spray paint to drying.

The military itself is not satisfied, and they still want it to be eliminated, and they drink too much, right?

"It's not going to come to fruition anytime soon, don't be too optimistic, be prepared. Dwight said to him before leaving.

Needless to say, Li Zitao is ready, and the worst plan is to bury his head in development first, develop 'black technology' on a large scale, and wait for the military to kneel and lick when the war comes.

If he can obtain a national defense license now, he will tilt his focus to the military industry, if not, then first make a lot of money and develop slowly!

Build high walls, accumulate grain, and slowly become kings.

Li Zitao is only 18 years old this year, and he has a long road in life, so what's there to hurry?

With the mentality of enjoying life, Li Zitao didn't bother with this matter at all, and after sending Dwight away, he left it behind.

Basking in the sun every day, signing documents, developing baby elks, talking on the phone with the Ingrid, and pulling out the best performing students in the training camp when they are bored.

A fat beating, enjoyable!!

"BOSS, the killer has been found. As usual, he was soaking up the sun on the grass when the monk suddenly brought good news.

"Where is the person?" Li Zitao made a gesture of relief and stood up straight.

"Brother Dog is bringing him back. The monk said.

"Let's go, go to the barracks. Li Zitao rubbed his palms and licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes a little impatient.

More than 20 days have passed, and Li Zitao wants to give up, but he never thought that he would find the murderer at this time, which is really unexpected.

"Charlie, this is the guy. Wang Dagou dragged a white man with a bloody face into the barracks, still on the ground like a dead fish.

The bridge of his nose was crooked, his face looked as if it had been blown up by artillery, and his flesh and blood were blurred and he couldn't see what it was.

"Did you ask anything?" Li Zitao did not have the slightest sympathy for this tragic scene.

If he didn't have this perverted body, that shot would directly kill him, sympathize with a killer who almost killed himself, "Hehe, Lao Tzu has a hole in his head?"

"No, but he has it. Wang Dagou grabbed the collar of his back coat and pulled it down hard.

Tear it up—

The blood-stained tattoo was revealed, and there was nothing more to ask about next.

"Let's deal with it!" Li Zitao waved his hand.

Wang Dagou's big hand was directly on his head, and he squeezed it so hard, and disappeared outside the gate with one arm holding the other party.

As for what will happen to the other party, he doesn't need to care about this kind of trivial matter personally.

In the early 20s, tattoo culture was not popular in the United States, and at this time, 90% of those with tattoos were mafia.

And most of them are Italians from Sicily, Li Zitao lowered his head and said with a wicked smile: "Monk, release the news, this matter was planned by the Kendi family, anyway, they have made a lot of efforts in New York to recruit the remnants of Luciano's party." ”

After thinking about it, he felt that he needed to continue to keep the muddy waters, "Add a few more versions, DuPont, the Chicago consortium, Morgan, the military, find some eloquence among the students,

Break the news to various newspapers, it is best to make up a tragic story about the enemy of the world because of racial discrimination, and if you can't make it up, find a book to help write the manuscript and read it. ”

For the shamelessness of the BOSS, the monk was no longer surprised, and went out to pick a few Chinese who were usually the most active and knew the roots, and went directly to the club.

"......" When Ben got a new task from the boss from the monk's mouth, his calm and indifferent face was instantly broken.

"My mother is a high-IQ talent, an expert in the financial field, responsible for the operation of the think tank and the development of all industries, not the editor of the gossip weekly!!"

But looking at the monk with a bright face and a smile with his two front teeth exposed, he could only endure the grievances in his heart and hand over this matter to Sanille.

"I'm interested. When Sanirle heard the boss's request, his eyes lit up instantly.

With the women's army in the think tank, these women made up more than a dozen different versions in just 2 hours.

Each one of them is singing and crying, and it makes people's blood rush to see it, and they can't wait to stand up for the protagonist of the story to do justice and expose the thick black curtain and oppression in this world.

So, in the various gossip tabloid offices that night, the phones kept ringing.

Stories of racism, oppression, darkness, and inhumanity appear on the editor-in-chief's desk.

"What is the Loss of Genius, American Freedom = Darkness"

A Hundred Years of Immigrants' History of Blood and Tears, the Truth of the Cruelty

Dark Shadows in the Star-Spangled Banner, a Real Horror World

Great People, Despicable Washington, Loss of Humanity and Moral Corruption

"The struggle of yellow skin, why there is no way to ask for help after being shot and killed"

"The Scythe of Death from the Giants, Reaping the Bloody Riches"

The editor-in-chief looked at the title: "Hold the grass, so exciting." "What are you waiting for?

Notify the factory to start working, print 50,000 copies at full capacity, and tomorrow I want the whole world to see this front page.

The world is certainly exaggerating, and these tabloids can't even be distributed across state lines, let alone across borders.

But Li Zitao couldn't stand his shamelessness, and sent a message to all kinds of tabloids that sold the best and most popular in important cities in various states.

So the next day, the overwhelming 'shady' swept through half of the United States and spread outward at a viral rate.

Kendi Manor, Joseph heard the commotion outside before he got up, frowned and went downstairs, and when he saw the housekeeper, he asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Sir, you should take a look at this. The butler handed over a stack of newspapers with a blank face, all of which were rumor-based tabloids that would not have appeared here in the past.

"Our reporter has received reliable information about the shooting of Charlie Lee, a wealthy Chinese businessman, which is closely related to the New York mafia......

Recently, the New York mafia appeared near the Kendi manor, and according to reliable sources, all its remnants were taken over by the Kendi family......

What role did the Kendi family play in the shooting, according to reliable sources......"

"FK, where did they get so much reliable information. Joseph's cheeks trembled, and he threw the newspaper out of his hand with all his might.

The butler hurriedly beckoned vaguely, and the servants next to him quickly put away the newspaper and prepared to throw it away.

"Wait, put them on the table. Taking a few deep breaths, Joseph regained his composure and decided to see what kind of 'reliable information' these tabloids had. ’

As for the hustle and bustle outside, you don't need to ask to know that it is a reporter from a major newspaper, so it must have been a commotion outside now, right?

In front of the Ministry of National Defense building, a large number of reporters stood guard at the door, and when a car stopped, it was instantly surrounded by a crowd of black presses.

"General, may I ask if this is true, the military deliberately wants to let a white man take Lee's place, just because of his skin color......"

"General, may I ask if the military supports the theory of white supremacy......"

"General, why do people dare to attack Li with the support of the military, is it really the military's ......instructions?"

More than a dozen microphones poked straight into the mouth of the general who had just gotten out of the car, and the frightened other party blocked it with his hand again and again, and rushed into the building in embarrassment.

The same thing happened at the Capitol building, in front of the Washington office of the War Department.

"FK, who is this messing around, those reporters almost poked me in the throat with the microphone just now. ”

"Oh, this is crazy, how can anyone believe such news. ”

"This is a shameless planting, a malicious slander, check, find out who spread it. ”

"What can you do if you find out? The people of America are free to speak, are you going to arrest them all and shoot them? Idiot?"

"FK, who do you say are stupid, you pot-bellied and bald old shit, you should get out of the national council, it's just the existence of scum like you that people will question it. ”

"Fuck off, he dares to humiliate me, get out of the way......" Hey, a leather shoe smashed on the head of the parliamentarian who was watching the excitement next to him.

......

On Wall Street, in front of the JP Morgan Building, there was also a group of unscrupulous journalists.

In Chicago, in front of the McCormie family's estate, reporters are on guard like soldiers, vowing never to let anyone enter or leave the door.

Colleagues in New York and Washington have already obtained several pieces of information, but they have made no achievements, and if they don't work hard, they won't be able to eat this bowl of rice.

In front of the Wood family's estate, there was also a crowd of excited reporters, because the CEO of the First National Bank of Chicago, Aiken Wood, personally faced them to clarify the rumors.

"The sources of these sources are not credible, Charlie Lee is the most distinguished guest of our National Bank and a good friend of mine......"

At first, some people suspected that these news were spread by Li Zitao, but when they knew that even Aiken had been splashed with 'and urine,' they hurriedly asked the reporter to clarify, and they dispelled this idea again.

When Li Zitao cooperated with Aiken to clarify in the newspaper, he said, "I believe in Aiken, I believe in all friends, please don't believe false statements,

As for the truth of the matter, I think the Commonwealth will do justice to me, after all, I am also an American citizen. ”

Li Zitao leaned forward, a photo of his sincere face appeared in the newspaper, and at the same time, on the edge of the round table in front of him, there was his ID card.

Wow –

This is a hornet's nest, and the Chinese who have been treated unfairly for a long time in various places have spoken out in solidarity, and at the same time, the blacks have also made a fuss when they see 'there is a show'.

Many white families also complained about discrimination, and the pain of unemployment and the Great Depression joined the march.

All kinds of rights protection guilds began to toss in full swing, and this was a good opportunity for them to show their faces, "Big guys unite and shoulder to shoulder!"

There are also some guilds that have contacted the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce, saying that they want to invite Li Zitao to be their free leader and fight for their rights and interests.

Li Zitao asked Ben to decline politely, but he still donated a considerable amount of money to the guild that was not selling dog meat on the head of a sheep.

"Unless I don't want to do it, I'm going to be a free leader. Li Zitao sat at home and chatted casually with Ben, who came to report to work.