At this moment, on the high platform, the man in the red turban is holding an old-fashioned microphone, and his hoarse voice has resonated with many people in the audience.

"We are fed up with the lies of the JAG government, we are fed up with the prejudices of politicians who want to defy the will of the majority, for their own sake, for the sake of those greedy plutocrats and monopoly businessmen, who will take 2 billion people to the endless abyss!" There was a strong agitation in the man's tone, and many people echoed him.

"Exactly!"

"They've been lying to us!"

"Hell they go!" The crowd shouted.

"This is the last dawn before darkness, my dear ones, if we do not speak out at this time, there will be no more chance! War will ruin our lives, deprive us of our rights and daughters, and plunge our descendants into the end of a time of no peace! The man's gestures flew, and the excitement ignited the crowd again.

"Peace, not war!"

"Peace, not war!"

Thousands of people spontaneously shouted in unison, while the speakers crossed their arms on the stage, enjoying the clapping of their heads to the crowd's slogans.

Roger, who was excited, was opening his mouth to look at it, but at this moment, he felt someone elbow his arm, and a middle-aged man holding a demonstration sign with "Colonies are the root of all human evil" on the side shouted slogans and stared at him with questioning eyes, so the blonde youth had to shout slogans with the crowd.

"Relatives, relatives!" The speaker used gestures to soften the ongoing anger in the audience, and after a while, the audience fell silent again.

"Make love, don't war!" The young voice under the high stage shouted loudly in a brief silence, which caused the audience to burst into laughter.

"This little brother is absolutely right!" The speaker pointed to Roger in the audience. Clark's smiling face, the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but follow the direction of his finger to look at him, and the middle-aged man holding a large placard next to Roger suddenly dropped the sign and reached out to hug him tightly in support.

Jonny finally followed the sound and squeezed in, but at this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly recognized Roger.

"This is the little guy from the Sabertooth Tiger......"

"It's Roger. What about Clark. "There are people talking in the audience, they don't make a lot of noise, but the speaker is already faintly heard.

"You're Roger. Clarke? He held the microphone and asked the blonde youth in front of the thousands of people in the audience, and the smile on Roger's face was gone, he didn't expect that in this rally, which was completely unrelated to rugby, there would still be people who would recognize him.

"After the Hero!" The speaker shouted loudly, and he took the lead in applauding, turning the applause from a sparse to a thunderous roar.

"Roger!" Jonny had already squeezed in front of his friend, and he struggled to squeeze in, completely oblivious to the atmosphere in the room, and when he stood next to Roger and was about to complain, he found that many pairs of eyes were staring at them.

"What's wrong?" He asked his friend, but Roger didn't answer him, just looked at the invitation of the speaker on the stage who waved to him and motioned for him to come to the stage, his face tensed aggrievedly, and he shook his head vigorously.

'Children of Hope'? When Johnny saw this scene, these words jumped out of his mind for some reason, and he saw that under the patient invitation of the other party, Roger still refused to go on stage, and suddenly there was an impulse in his heart, and he reached out and pushed the blonde young man forward from behind.

At this time, under the eyes of everyone, Roger. Since Clark came out of the crowd, he had to go up the ladder to the high platform aggrieved.

"My name is Jollian. Gospel is a social activist for Lindsay. Soderbergh Charitable Foundation. The speaker shook Roger's hand and introduced himself first.

"You're Roger. Clarke? I mean...... After the human heroes of the Cyber War? He confirmed, and Roger, frowning and unhappy, only nodded slightly.

"Why are you here?" Jorian. Gospel extended the microphone in his hand to Roger.

"There's a damn bastard who pushed me......" Roger shouted, his eyes searching the audience, and then glancing at the smiling Jony, but his words had already caused a burst of laughter from the demonstrators.

"Very humorous, I can give you this rating." The Gospel pursed his lips and smiled. "But if you can explain the purpose of coming to this anti-war rally, I think it will make fellow relatives even more happy......

"It's none of my business whether they're happy or not." Roger said what was in his heart without care, which made Gospel embarrassed to try to retract the microphone and reconsider the round's rhetoric.

"I just feel unfair, to myself and to everyone." His words brought the microphone back to the blonde young man's lips.

"I mean, all of this information is classified, the Seventh Amendment, the murder of Speaker Kande, we feel questionable and inappropriate, but we can't collect and transmit our inner ......," Roger remembered everything Jonny had told him before.

"A very knowledgeable friend of mine told me that although we were too small to talk too much and might not be able to change anything, at least we had to try first, and he told me that such a meeting might be the beginning, so I followed, and that's exactly what happened." Roger said with a blank face.

The truth in what he said was also very simple, but it obviously touched the hearts of everyone present, and these spontaneous rally, listening to Roger's words as if from their hearts, all echoed loudly, and the audience applauded again.

"I wish I could get to know that friend of yours, too." The gospel with moving words on his face nodded to Roger again and again at this moment.

"I want everyone to be like your friends!" He begins to face the audience, and Roger gasps and turns to get off the stage, only to be stopped by one of the conference organizers on stage.

"Let us be the purveyors of truth and truth, so that our brothers and sisters, colleagues and friends around us can have access to the voice of reason and the questioning of power, let us amplify this voice, let it be like a bell and a drum, like thunder, and shake the heavens and the earth, and let this sound drift to the heart of Providence, to the heart of Angel City. Let them know that we are the masters of the Silver Alliance, and let them understand that ideas that deviate from the will of the people will will never work! ”

Jorian. The hoarse voice of the gospel is very magnetic, he gives eloquence and his words are full of passion. At the instigation of his speech, thousands of people began to roar in unison, and when he said a word in the microphone, the audience shouted a word after him.