"I'm betting that in the territory of the boat people, there must be an endless stream of these gadgets that have long been in the ground, and it's fascinating to think that their inferior thrift dealers can also drive a garbage boat around space with cigars in their mouths." Ms. Andrew said.

"You're envious of a world of lawless exiles and criminals, Lord Lord." Robert reminded her with a smile.

"Are you talking about the outlaws who committed heinous crimes in the Silver Alliance?" Andrew raised a slender brow, his dark brown eyes bright and clear.

"Isn't it because these people have joined the boat people's organizations that they have grown?" Robb nodded.

"Not all criminals can join the boat people." Ms. Andrew said. "They will scrutinize each defector, from their background to the crimes they have committed, and, if necessary, to use polygraph instruments and psychological cues...... You know, hypnotism or whatever it is. ”

"So strict? This doesn't do any good for the expansion of the staff. Robert Strange said.

"Not ......," Andrew blinked. They took away those who had passed the interrogation, and the rest were given minimal supplies to drive them out of their temporary quarters, which is the fundamental reason why the Security Council and the Intelligence Service have never been able to plant spies in their interiors, and of course, if there are, we have no way of knowing. ”

"So how do they maintain their population base?" Robert questioned, and Ms. Andrew just curled her shoulders at the corners of her mouth.

"Who knows, they are scattered around the edges of multiple galaxies, with many gangs, each with its own territory of activity, but they are constantly on the move. They don't seem to have any rules and never follow any moral norms, but there is one thing that is very strange. Andrew held out a finger cautiously. They never kill each other for profit, and when a target is contested by multiple boat organizations at the same time, they choose to give up at the same time......"

"Your trip to Folkus seems to have been fruitful, Betis." Robert praised. "What did the feathers tell you? Within the Security Council, the volunteers refer to them as ......"

"Boat people sympathizers?" Ms. Andrew laughed. "There is no doubt that the feathered people of Falkus will donate supplies to some of the moderate gang boat people. The Security Committee's crackdown and control of this matter has only fueled the enthusiasm of the feathers, but if you know the root cause, it is not difficult to understand all this. ”

"Is there a real origin of the boat people?" Robert remembered a book he had read on his son's list.

"Yes!" Andrew pointed his finger at Robert and nodded repeatedly. "Two hundred years ago, when humanity won the Cyber War, the Provisional Government of the Federation exiled tens of thousands of wartime cyber sympathizers to the Itong system, where they spent decades transforming exile ships, establishing settlements, and building statues of the Great Feather on the planet Folkus. Some of the exiles then left on a spaceship and vowed never to set foot on the ground again, while some stayed in Falkus to survive, a situation that lasted until the catastrophe 50 years ago, when the feathered people of the galaxies poured into Folkus like a river, which led to the current situation of the Feather Federation. ”

Robert knew about the Holocaust that Andrew was referring to, and that was referring to the then Federal President Julie. Ellis's targeted persecution of the feathered people.

She began by reviving anti-cyber arguments and barring politicians of Feathered ancestry from federal leadership. The incident then developed into a government that raised the personal taxes of the people of Feather and discriminated against the whole people through the smear of the media, and countless people left their homes to join Forcus and never returned to their hometowns.

This movement against the feathered gods intensified over the years, until the more enlightened Federal President Flan Brown. It was only after Chase came to power that he died down. In the six years of the Silver Alliance, the second chairman of the Silver Alliance, Helen . The decree issued by Art was voted by the Joint Council, allowing the demilitarization and independence of Phorcus in the Itong system, which can be regarded as a successful end to the unprecedented catastrophe.

"So the Feather and the Boat People are the same family?" Robert was a little surprised.

"I can't say absolutely, but you should also know that most of those cyber sympathizers back then were feathered people." Andrew nodded slightly. "From cyber sympathizers to boat people sympathizers, these poor yellow-skinned people will have to be tossed for a few reincarnations in the end." She said with emotion.

"I remember that you also have a feather god belief in your family?" The Deputy Commissioner asked.

"Well, the child's grandmother is of Yumin blood, and my wife believes in the feather god." Robert replied.

"Really? …… Interesting...... No, no, I don't mean that kind of fun, I mean ......" Andrew's expression was slightly flustered.

"Are you serious? Betis ...... What other political correctness do you have to think about with me? Robert smuttered. His words made Andrew smile.

"Truth be told, Robert, no matter how much we hate this ideology, I'm afraid only political correctness can really guard against Julie. The kind of mistake that Ellis brings. She involuntarily took out her cigarette again, stuck out her tongue and was about to take it back, Robert smiled and pointed to a corner of the office, turning on the air purifier there, which made Ms. Andrew's eyes light up, and she hurriedly ran over to swallow the clouds and smoke.

"So it's just a ten-day journey for Folkus, and you've become an expert on boat people under the guidance of those Feather God Sect elders?" Robert laughed and joked with his friend.

"Don't look at people through the cracks in the door, Kent." Andrew was enjoying her cigarette rolls. "These are actually some common-sense histories, which I first dabbled in when I was studying in Qilian Xue Sicheng, but they have been deliberately sealed away by some of our decision-makers over the years."

"When you were in school? That was thirty years ago, Helen. Art's golden age. Robert grinned.

"Don't be rude, Kent, a woman's age is always taboo in the conversation." Andrew forced Robert to bow apologetically with his eyes.

"The golden age was indeed a time of unrestricted thinking, and the self-conscious members were proud of it, saying that human civilization was developing faster than any other period during that time, and it is true, but the conservatives never saw it that way."

"You're referring to the rise of the Heisenberg family." Robb nodded.