In the bright room, Preton was lying on the bed, watching the brand-new TV, and he had to sigh that the Federation was indeed the most livable country in the world.

It's a multi-ethnic country, and you can see on the streets any race that you think they do exist in the world, and people don't make it impossible for anyone to breathe because of the color of their skin.

It's just a well-intentioned joke, after all, this is a free country, a fair and just country, so that that kind of thing will not happen.

He had settled in Gavra for a time, and the situation of Gavra was much worse than here, and the arrogance of the Gevra people made them look down on all races except the Gevre.

They'll give all sorts of nasty nicknames to the non-Gevra races they see, and if you're serious and angry, they'll look at you with haughty eyes and ask you in a tone that makes you angry, can't you tell it's a joke?

If you continue to get angry, they will lash out at you with "an inferior race of uneducated people who will never understand superior humor" until you are crushed by their language, or punch them, and you are sent to jail.

Assuming you endure their cynicism, they will then call you by "nickname + name", and eventually it will directly become a "nickname", and it is also an ugly nickname.

But here, there is no discrimination, everyone is equal, you can give the middle finger to the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies without any consequences, you can stand at the door in the evening when the neighbors come home and scold the governor or the president to get in the relationship, and you don't have to worry about the gendarmerie appearing in front of you and hanging you in the square.

With advanced technology, a more inclusive society, as long as you have enough money in your pocket, this is a paradise.

Preton felt that he should find a time to go to the country, where the document management system was lax and there was no watchdog who would keep an eye on that part of the country.

He could easily have stuffed his birth certificate into a town's file by some means, making himself a federal citizen.

The money in his secret account is enough for him to squander here for the rest of his life, and it's time to say goodbye to the past.

He picked up the hot dog and took a bite, the fragrant cheese and various sauces wrapped around the hot dog sausage and gave him the idea of taking another bite in his heart.

The news is showing that through the efforts of Mr. President, the Nagalil United Development Corporation has recruited about 35,000 construction teams from the society and is going to Nagalil in batches to help the people of Nagalil get rid of poverty and hunger.

And Mr. President promised that they will open up more international trade channels and establish mutual business possibilities with more countries, so that the goods of the Federation can sell well all over the world!

The people on television cheered and danced, as if the Union's economic problems had been solved overnight, and Mr. President's personal approval rating was rising.

Preton looked at it with some envy, in his eyes, the Union and the people of the Federation were contradictory, they were very pathetic - the vast majority of people actually served the capitalists all their lives, and helped the capitalists to exploit and oppress themselves.

From the time of their birth, the fate of almost ninety-nine percent of them has been established and will not change.

But they are very happy, because in this country, sensitive things such as identity and class are not as distinct as Gevre.

What class of people can enjoy what class treatment, commoners can never enter the occasion or facilities that only nobles can enter, and they are not even allowed to use various daily necessities with some special meanings and patterns, because they are exclusive to nobles.

But look at it, as long as people have money in their pockets, they can go where most of the rich and politicians frequent, and as long as they can afford it, they can enjoy everything that the top handful of people can enjoy.

contradictions, but also enviable.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and Preton placed the hot dog on the bedside table next to the bed, and quickly inserted one of his hands under the pillow of the bed next to him, and grasped a pistol.

In the Commonwealth, he could buy anything as long as he had money, including a pistol with the number erased off.

The cold, heavy touch gave him a sense of security, and the door opened.

The young girl walked in in plain clothes, carrying a paper bag in her hand, casually placing the paper bag next to the bed, and then began to change clothes.

She didn't shy away from the man on the bed, she didn't even close the window completely, she took off her coat directly, changed into a bandeau, and then a more conservative women's shirt, she was about to go to work, and the job in the supermarket made her have to wear more conservatively.

Since Preton moved in with her, her days have gradually returned to normal.

For some reason she didn't know, her stepfather flinched in front of Preton and confessed, and then Preton and she rented a nice house nearby, and she got out of those shadows of the past and started a new life.

The boys came to her once, but were chased away by Preton, who led him to the street dealer who specialized in contraband, and got a pistol and some ammunition from him to protect themselves.

And she, now looking for a job, is working in a supermarket.

Seven hours of work, from half past one p.m. to half past seven p.m. every day, doomed the job to not pay very much, but it was enough for her.

To be able to return to the right trajectory of life is already the greatest gift God has given her, and she no longer wants anything.

"There's some food in the bag, I might be back a little later in the evening, today we're going to count the shelves, everyone needs help. The girl explained a little to Preton.

In a downturn, there are some "obligation" labors that are not mandatory for employees to participate, which is the freedom of the federalists, but it is also the freedom of the company to dismiss and lay off employees.

Therefore, whenever the supermarket needs to do something, everyone will consciously take the initiative to help, and do not ask for any overtime pay.

Preton nodded, and the girl, after packing up her change of clothes, walked over to the bed, bent down, and kissed him on the forehead.

At first, Preton was not accustomed to girls using this gesture to show affection, because in Gefra, kissing the forehead is a blessing from grandmothers, godfathers, and heads of the family to family members.

It's more of a symbol of the status of the dominant and the dominated, and Preton doesn't feel like a dominated, but now he's getting used to it.

After his young girlfriend left, he turned his attention back to the TV, the federal TV and the abundance of channels were a fucking good thing, and even people like Preton thought he could lie down forever in bed, or on the couch in the living room, as long as there was a TV and a telephone.

"In a decaying country, people have lost the spirit of struggle and will only be content to enjoy the status quo!", Preton satirized the value of television, and then changed the channel and began a happy journey of, pee, and fart.

After watching it for more than an hour, the body's metabolic function told him that he needed to dispose of the excrement, and when he got up, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the window, and then was slightly stunned.

Across the road was a black caravans, also made of dark glass.

Mr. Preton had heard the joke before coming to the Commonwealth - "In the Commonwealth, you can tell the identities of 'police', 'federal agents', 'federal agents', and 'tax investigators' very intuitively, even if they hide their identities." ”

He had always taken it as a joke, and it wasn't until he began to really integrate into his life here that he realized that it wasn't a joke.

The police will always pinch your waist and talk to you, because they will habitually press their hands on the holster and handle of the gun at work, and this habit will be carried into life, both at work and after work.

Federal agents will always wear dark suits, and almost all of them will be of the same brand and shape, and they will be very "reserved", but it is actually a special kind of "arrogance", and they will feel that they are superior, and this feeling is cultivated in their work.

As for the agents, they will try to avoid direct contact with you, and they always have a well-thought-out plan, and sometimes these well-thought-out plans are too rigid to be easily exposed.

As for the investigators of the Inland Revenue Department...... If they knock on the door and you choose to remain silent, they will first intimidate you, intimidate you in various ways, then slam the door, smash the window, and finally tell you that if you don't open the door again, they will take coercive measures.

Lo and behold, these people are easy to identify.

The car across the road barely had to guess to know it was the car of a federal agent, because according to federal law, non-government special vehicles were not allowed to use dark glass, nor were they allowed to paste any reflective jewelry.

This is done to ensure that police officers can clearly and intuitively see what the people in the car are doing while performing their official duties, whether they are in possession of weapons, and whether they have raised their weapons.

So when a caravan with dark glass pulled up on the road, it took only a fraction of a second for Preton to know that it might be coming for him.

He was silent for a moment, then casually scooped up the bed, took the gun in his hand, went to the toilet to pee, and then swaggered out the door, pointing to the caravan across the road.

In an instant, behind the surrounding grass, in the bushes, and in the attic of the opposite house, some agents flashed, and they were all pointing at Preton with various weapons in their hands, and they would shoot at the slightest movement of him.