Chapter 24: Untitled
It was late at night, and Wang Qinian, a Chinese student from the East, pulled the blanket he was wearing, got up and walked to the window.
Click,
He reached out to pull the glass window open, and the cold night breeze slipped in, lifting the letterhead pressed against the inkwell on the desk.
The once bustling streets of Brooklyn are now silent, with a few dimly lit houses and discarded beer bottles gurgling across the concrete floor before finally stopping at the iron railings of the sewers.
A buzzing armored car drove around the corner of the street, and several heavily armed National Guard soldiers stood on the roof of the car, with steel guns in their hands, and an infrared eyepiece extending from their helmets, like the one-eyed autonomous guard robots described in cyberpunk.
It's curfew time and no one is allowed to stay outside.
Wang Qinian cautiously turned sideways to dim the bedside lamp and slowly closed the window.
He walked over to his desk and sat down, picked up the Hero 100 pen, and continued to write on the paper.
β...... It's been three months since that speech by the President of A.America,"
He raised his head and looked at the copy of "The Death of Marat" on the wall in a daze, his eyes were full of confused colors.
"The President pardoned all offenders who committed crimes longer than one month and stressed that they will not be investigated further by the federal courts. He also
Calling on the people of America to look up and look forward, dwelling on the past will only stagnate is an evil plan by people with ulterior motives to divide America. β
"It is clear that his speech was a failure, and the reality of a poll revealed that support for the federal government has fallen below 20 percent, not for the current federal government, but for the American system of justice. β
"People are using their First Amendment right to free speech to take to the streets. They dragged fat-headed, big-eared, brainy-brained capitalists out of high-rise buildings and hung them on street lamps, and the splendor of the streets almost reminded people of Romania under Count Dracula. β
Wang Qinian worked hard to write, and a small hand was densely engraved on the red horizontal line.
Even the angry masses began to storm government buildings, trying to punish bureaucrats who had committed despicable crimes. β
"The president immediately called for calm and joined the federal courts to begin to hold accountable some of the more egregious bureaucrats who committed crimes. β
However, the people did not buy it, and this is normal, even the federal justices can collect children's astringent love videos, and the full majesty of the solemn courtroom will naturally fall into the dust. β
"I don't know where it started, Texas? or Colorado? Anyway, those jeep-driving jeep-wearing southern red necks fired the first shot at the city hall. β
Wang Qinian put down the pen with a snap and pricked up his ears to listen to the footsteps coming from the corridor.
Stepping on the footsteps, the footsteps gradually faded away, Wang Qinian breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the pen again,
"Tear gas danced with high-pressure water cannons, blast shields and *** cocktails played in unison, riots spread like a plague, and every city was thrown into chaos. β
"Tanks and armoured vehicles drove into the house in a grand manner, helicopter gunships hovered over the city, barbed wire blocked the intersections, and even machine-gun towers were urgently poured with cement. β
"In the face of the black hole of the muzzle of the gun and the hoarse oath of the President of America, the angry people still put down their guns and returned home, they still love the country in their hearts,
Even though she was riddled with diseases, even though she was old-fashioned, the people were still willing to give her another chance, and they still believed in the cooking of the dish and the retelling of the American dream for countless years. β
"After all the network operators stopped providing services to individual users, all entertainment programs on TV stations were also stopped, monotonous news documentary programs took over the living room, and children were confined to their bedrooms to play stand-alone games without Internet access. β
"Factories are closed, schools are closed, power plants and water plants are struggling to operate, and production is almost all of the United States shut down. That's a good thing in a way, at least I can postpone my dissertation for a few days β even though my supervisor has fled to Great Britain with his family. β
"Armed police blocked all major thoroughfares, supermarkets were shut down, and everyone had to walk to food rations to get a meal. β
He didn't know what he remembered, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
"With a strong sense of black humor, food stamps and fuel stamps issued by the federal government need to be collected according to the personal documents of citizens, while undocumented smugglers are rudely loaded into trucks and transported back to their countries in various ways. β
"How ironic that America has the world's largest storage of nuclear weapons, an invincible aircraft carrier battle group, the highest gross national product and the highest scientific and technological achievements. And now what frightens her the most is the people in her own country who are raised as piglets. β
"A strong fortress is usually not breached from the outside by the enemy, and internal crises are often more deadly. I suspect that the Commonwealth of America will become a confederation again without the need for the Queen of Great Britain to issue a 'Conquest of North America'. β
Wang Qinian stretched and yawned and wrote, "Keyboard Man and his superheroes have also disappeared, and no one knows where they are now or what they are planning." S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier has circled over North America countless times, and I'm sure that Director Nick Fury will bombard the area a hundred times with an electromagnetic railgun if he finds a single hair of the keyboard man. β
But then again, there have been a number of organizations that have been established underground under the banner of the restoration of Americaβand even if they have not yet come up with a good revolutionary program or the constitution of a new government, they have attracted many people to join. I heard that the former presidential candidate, Mr. Kim Hae, had formed a new 'Liberal Party' in the South, but I don't know what the situation was. β
The sound of tapping and tapping footsteps sounded downstairs, and Wang Qinian walked to the window, and through the gap in the beige curtains, he saw a thin figure in a black hoodie holding red spray paint spray-painting something on the wall.
The pattern has a circle on the outside and a large V in the middle, which is the symbol of the rebels.
The emaciated figure took two steps back and looked at him after spraying the pattern, but the armed patrol car on the corner had already hit him with a searchlight.
"Run. β
Wang Qinian shouted in a low voice.
The hoodie put the spray paint in his pocket, turned and ran into the building, the sound of kicking footsteps ringing in the hallway.
Wang Qinian turned around and quickly stuffed the letter to his distant parents into the corner of his desk.
Knock knock, knock on the door like thunder, Wang Qinian swallowed his saliva and stood in place.
Knock knock, knock on the door more urgently.
Wang Qinian gritted his teeth, stepped forward quickly, and pulled the door open.
Under the black hoodie, there is a skinny girl with long pale blonde hair and blue eyes. She stood timidly in front of Wang Qinian, and her knocking hand was still hanging in the air.
The heavy footsteps of armed police could already be heard in the hallway.
Wang Qinian scratched his head, "Do you want to come in and sit down?"