Imagine the day when everyone, whether they are male or female, old or young, healthy or sick, powerful or destitute.

All the crimes he has committed will be confessed to everyone else, in every detail, nakedly, and in front of all others.

Photographs, audio recordings, videos, dossiers, tax payment records......

Everyone is transparent, he can't exploit legal loopholes to evade trial, and the small program uploaded by the keyboard man is so unreasonable.

The scientific giants who falsified experimental data to suppress their younger generations and made them impoverished and destitute all their lives chose to jump off the rooftops of universities;

The priest, who used all kinds of despicable means to assault the little boys in the choir, shot himself in the cramped prayer room;

These people want to maintain what little dignity they have left in this way, and they don't know if the threshold of heaven has been broken.

In just four hours after the Marvel Hut's criminal record check system was launched, more than 1 billion people visited it, countless old stories were revealed, and the old atmosphere was dispelled by the sun.

Angry people have already begun to march in the streets, breaking down the doors of mansions and hanging from lampposts a factory owner whose sewage discharge has caused a spike in the birth rate of deformed children in his village;

They stormed the farm, beat a man who believed in an underground sect to death, and rescued a dozen innocent girls from captivity from the cellar;

SWAT officers in heavy blast suits blocked the intersection, beating riot shields with rubber-clad batons.

"Stand back, stop all demonstrations, and go back to your home. Please trust your federal government, us

I will guarantee that you will give you a fair account!"

The bureaucrat standing in the truck shouted with a loudspeaker, but a stone flew and hit his bare head, and blood splattered in an instant.

"What qualifications do you, the bureaucrat who shot and killed his teammates in front of him in the Vietnam War, and lied to try to escape trial?!"

Crowds chanted slogans such as "God Bless America" and "God Save the First Amendment" and marched as they continued the march – their target was the CEO of a pharmaceutical conglomerate in the next high-rise building where officials and businessmen colluded to raise drug prices and cause misfortune to thousands of families.

SWAT A buttoned the corners of his mouth and asked in a muffled voice, "Do you want to stop them?"

SWAT B put down his baton and said depressedly: "I won't stop me, my parents are in the parade, if you dare to touch a single hair of them, I will blow your dog's head." ”

SWAT A shrugged his shoulders as if surrendering, and said, "Forget it, I'll hide back too, I see my ex-wife and my daughter." ”

They put their batons under their armpits, shook hands with sympathy, and leaned back with their shields.

The bald bureaucrat who had struggled to get up from the ground wiped the scarlet from his forehead and shouted hoarsely: "Where's the high-pressure water cannon? Where's the tear gas? What the hell are you meowing for?"

He slammed the secretary in front of him, picked up the nozzle of the water cannon and rushed towards the crowd.

"What's that...... Does he know that the high-pressure water cannon is meant to be connected to the water wheel?"

SWAT A asked in a low voice as he watched the bald bureaucrat's lonely charge.

"He shouldn't know..... right," SWAT B pulled down the netted bandana from his lips and pulled out a crumpled cigarette from his coat pocket, "Get one?"

"What brand?"

"Camels. ”

"Great. ”

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In this magical country, there is a magical decree called the Presidential Pardon.

Literally, the president of America can grant amnesty to special people who are inconvenient to be placed in the federal court for a normal trial, in the name of "national security" or so on.

What if all the bureaucrats in Armento were guilty?

Of course, it depends on the president, as long as he signs everyone's amnesty in one breath, then everyone will have no worries, dancing and dancing, horses running, everything is the same as before, isn't it amazing?

All the members of the Senate of the House of Representatives expressed their strong support with their hands and feet, and whoever dared to oppose the signing of the amnesty decree by the president was an enemy of the country and needed to be eliminated.

Now the only question is.... The question of whether the president can legally handle the amnesty decree for more than 100,000 people.

John Watson wiped his carefully groomed sideburns, and the calfskin English square-toe boots on his feet were already on the marble steps of the Hall of Parliament.

Tapping, like a lone hero in a Western, Watson stepped onto the stage.

He's from Kentucky, America, and he's an honorable member of Congress, and he's going to introduce legislation to the Senate at this moment.

In the semicircular hall, those colleagues in suits and leather shoes sat on long chairs and exchanged their heads and ears, while the speaker fidgeted, occasionally taking out his mobile phone to flip back and forth.

Among them, there are those who hit and run after being hit and killed by drunk driving, those who have the power to trade and sell the country, those who have the surname of assault and force, and those who have the surname of pomelo girl....

The provisions of America's law are designed for these members of Congress, who can protect themselves through a network of twisted power, and grow freely in the filth like a fish swimming in water.

Until this moment, there is a "superhero" called Keyboard Man, who does not talk about any rules at all, and completely tears open this layer of scars under civilization in the most shameless, powerful, and vicious way.

Watson straightened his bow tie and held the document in his hand, like Hercules in Greek mythology who slashed Hydra with a long sword.

A fat-headed, big-eared black congressman impatiently urged, "John, hurry up, there's still something waiting in the House of Representatives." ”

"Damn, what are you rubbing against Watson?"

"yes, you hurry up. ”

Those senators, who used to be modest and gentlemanly, took off their human skin masks and burst into foul language with an arrogant attitude.

No one is making estimates, no one is counting whether the number of members of parliament present is up to standard, and no one cares whether the current political activities are still "elegant and orderly".

Watson sighed and shouted, "Lord, I have a legislative bill to introduce to expand the president's pardon powers....."

Before he could finish speaking, the speaker had already pulled the microphone and shouted, "All senators present please vote." ”

With his arms raised in the air, Watson turned his head, he had never seen such a harmonious and orderly picture of the legislative process in the Senate.

All the senators, smiling, shouted in unison, "Aye!"

The speaker also smiled, he raised his thin arm, held the gavel and smashed it hard, "Deliberation and approval, and it will be submitted to the House of Representatives for deliberation." ”

In the eager expectant eyes of all the senators, the speaker turned on the speakerphone button of his mobile phone and dialed the phone of the House of Representatives.

"The House of Representatives has no opinion, and it will be deliberated and passed! The bill will be signed and put into effect by the president!"

"God bless America!"