Chapter 206: The Way of the Tyrant

When the ayatollah was only 6 years old, President Bucky took her to the "dollhouse" for the first time. His brother had been a regular visitor to the dollhouse since 3 years ago and would come here almost every day to play.

For the dollhouse, the innocent little girl is full of fantasies, but when she walks into this world full of blood and wailing with a teddy bear in her arms, her golden and blue pupils are as wide as copper bells, and she trembles tightly in her arms.

Amid the screams of a prisoner burned with a red-hot iron, Ayatollah closed her eyes screaming and crying, trying to escape but was held tightly in Bucky's arms, and her usually gentle father grabbed her little head like a devil, forcibly breaking her eyes, telling her to see, let her listen, let her feel the pain of the tortured.

"Child, my sweetest child, see clearly, see what we are doing, feel our sins as leaders, and remember them.

We enjoy the power and wealth of dictatorship, the wanton killing and the tyranny that is inflicted, all sins engraved in our souls.

One day, we will suffer a thousand times more because of the things we have done, and this is the retribution that our sins deserve.

The clothes on your body, the toys in your hands, every bite of food you eat, are bought with their blood and their lives. ”

"Why? Why can't we be good people? Daddy isn't like that, you should be the kindest and goodest..."Ayatollahs couldn't believe it.

"Of course, I can be a good and merciful person, be benevolent to the country, take care of everyone's feelings, and relax the law. But none of this will save our country.

Aragon is one of the most chaotic multi-religious regions in the Middle East, and over the years, the people have been strong, guns are everywhere, and killing between sects has never stopped.

If it's too comfortable, it reminds them of the difference between them. Only by suffering the same pain, only by becoming victims, can they forget their religious differences and worship us as demons.

The world doesn't need a savior, it needs demons like us.

Who is born to hurt their own kind? Who does not have mercy and mercy? We are also kind, and sometimes, we say to ourselves, enough is enough, do we really have to do this? Is it necessary to kill them?

When such a voice appears in your head, and you obey, you can only become a mortal, and you can only save the people in front of you, but not the kingdom to come. "Bucky is known as a war maniac, killing the president, and the person who can unify the chaos is not a hero, he is designated as a hero, and the way he uses to educate his children is also real and direct to the point of impersonal affection.

"But no matter how cruel the tyranny is, there should be an end, a happy life should not be just a delusion, and the bad guys will eventually die, this is the unchanging truth." The 6-year-old ayatollah's remarks sent a knowing smile to Bucky's face.

"Ayatollah, you are a hundred times stronger than your brother Mutrin, and when I first showed him this, he would only say, 'I will be this demon and guard my power.'" And you, you have seen the future of the country. Bucky patted the little ayatollah on the shoulder with satisfaction and said, "The so-called tyrant must not forget his responsibility as a king in the midst of brutality, and it is the responsibility of the king to bring prosperity and strength to the country and the ultimate happiness of the people."

You, like me, will die in the revenge of the people, but I have destroyed this world, and you will put a qiē on the right track and set up a new kingdom of Aragon.

This is your inescapable fate, it is the imprint of the blood of the Bucky family, go ahead, become the best tyrant, go beyond the curses and abuses, transform into the emperor, and bring the country to prosperity..."

You can't expect a 6-year-old to understand his father's good intentions, but the brilliant ayatollah did not live up to his father's high expectations, and after his father had swallowed the bitter fruit of his hatred, he also brought the plan to establish a new Aragon on the table.

For many years, while his brother Mutrin was intoxicated with the joy of power, the ayatollah was constantly laying out.

This is when Mutrin was happy to finally become president, but in two days the elders of the 24 ethnic groups of different religions in the Ayatollah Association of Aragon forced the palace to either peacefully change to the democratic electoral system, or cut off the oil pipeline for the army in Aragon.

Let Mutlin die poor in this palace......

Helplessly, Mutlin also became a pawn in his sister's calculations, but he did not sit idly by in the name of the president, and the pursuit of ayatollahs and active contact with the United States were all efforts to preserve the throne forever.

"Our country is changing, and although it is only the beginning, the good is already replacing the bad. The hereditary system will be erased from our country forever, and everyone can line up to the polls to elect a president they are happy with, and our ruling team.

In the near future, there will also be a parliamentary system in the kingdom of Aragon, with all council members covering all the clan representatives of the 24 districts, so that there will be no zài minority and majority factions in the council, and everyone will have a balance of power. If you want to gain support, you must learn to compromise and exchange benefits for benefits. Facing a group of diaspora who hate him, Ayatollah tells the story of his hometown, "Education, health care, law enforcement, public service programs are all literally religious."

Schools only impart correct knowledge, hospitals only provide first-come, first-served treatment of all patients, law enforcement teams enforce the law according to crimes, there are supervision departments to verify the fairness and impartiality of the patients, and public services are treated equally.

The army will be separated from the government, and all officers must be atheists, and the muzzle of the gun will be the duty to fight against foreign enemies, and it will never be a tool to suppress the people.

You can express your opinion on the procession, but it must be a legitimate assembly, everything can be discussed, and no privileges will be characteristic of the kingdom of Aragon. ”

"What you say is just wishful thinking." Elder Majid retorted with a sigh.

"Whether it's delusional or shown, if you don't dare to think about it, if you don't do it, how can you get it?" Ayatollah's questioning left Majid speechless, "The country is not my country alone, and the country of Aragon is not the backyard of the Pakistani regime. All of us who shed the blood of Bucky will eventually die under the judgment of the people, and I am willing to be hanged on the highest flagpole of the kingdom of Aragon on the day of the establishment of democracy, fairness, justice, and harmony, as long as I see that the happiness that belongs to this country is returned to you, what is my death? ”

The more than 200 Aragonese expatriates in the audience were stunned, they had never seen such a death-seeking and hateful possessor of Bucky's blood, why could she say that she had shed tears herself? Why did she yearn for death so much? Why did she, who had power, abandon it? Why, obviously so hateful, but can't help but want to believe the one she described?

"'I just like the way you hate me and you can't kill me'...... That's what the ayatollahs used to say to me, and now I finally understand the true meaning of this sentence. She's probably the best MT in the world, and she has a lot of hatred. Shen Ming sighed as he drank.

"Do you believe that? Are those in power willing to give up their rights to die? The night watchman scoffed.

"What's impossible? As a Nirvana, didn't I go to protect you from stupid and cute bullets? Childhood education is like an instinct carved into the bones, my father taught me to protect others, his father taught her to save the country.

It's not about whether she'll do it, it's whether you're willing to believe it. Killing too much, sometimes people forget what beautiful things need to be longed for. Shen Ming was willing to believe.

"The wine has become unpleasant, there is no righteousness in my heart, and the direction of the country is not something that a small person like me can think about. All I could do was accept God's will and send Bucky's family to hell to be judged by God.

Starting tomorrow, we will be enemies again. The night watchman put down his glass, picked up the Bible and the Desert Eagle, and turned away.

"HEY, YOUR IPADMINI." Shen Ming shouted.

"I've sent you as a funeral gift." The night watchman waved goodbye, and walked a little swaying, apparently having drunk too much.

"My Royal Highness the Bloody Princess, is your great love a hypocritical performance, or a cry from your heart? It seems that only by keeping you alive can you know the answer to the mystery, right? Shen Ming smiled and lay on the rooftop, looking at the live picture in IPADMINI.

In the end, the one-hour meeting, from being wantonly bombed to the overseas Chinese patiently listening to her, the ayatollah still did not resolve the hatred in everyone's hearts, but everyone learned to look forward to the day when they returned to China.

Maybe not tomorrow, but as long as you can see the kingdom of Aragon depicted by Ayatollahs in your lifetime, it will be the happiest thing for everyone.

"Ayatollahs, how are you going to defeat your brother's conservative regime? The military power is still in his hands until now, and when you launch this democracy, which is worthy of revolution, how can you, and all those who follow you, protect yourself? Majid asked, confused.

"The torrent of history is not AK47, armored vehicles can stop it, the train of change has started, neither I nor Mutlin can stop it, I implore you not to forget to pay attention to the country, and in the near future, when your homeland becomes what you want it to be.

I beg you to return to the land that gave birth to us and build together the mighty nation of Aragon. That's why the ayatollahs risked being assassinated to attend the meeting.

"We will not forget our hatred of you, but we will also look forward to the world you have described, and we can provide you with limited help, but that is only for the sake of democracy, not for the sake of your investment in the presidency." Majid expressed a common view on behalf of everyone.

"I am very pleased with Elder Majid's words, Ayatollahs, for at the moment, I do not need your help, but only your faith, to tell every exile in the kingdom of Aragon that the time is almost to return home." The ayatollahs bowed in thanks and left the stage with blood and stains.

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