Shen Sen stretched out his hand and took a tape recorder on the table into his hand, and then picked up a blank tape.

In his previous life, Shen Sen had only seen such old equipment once or twice when he was in elementary school, and then the rapid development of the economy and increasingly powerful technology had eliminated these old things almost impossible to see in the world.

But in this world, it seems that the tape recorder is still a relatively trendy electronic device.

Shen Sen followed the operating instructions, put the tape into the tape recorder correctly, and pressed the dot and play button at the same time.

However, the atmosphere suddenly became frozen.

Because he doesn't know what to say at this moment, talk about life, talk about ideals, or talk about the future?

With the current psionic strength, it is very easy to influence a person, and it is possible to prescribe the right medicine and forcibly change their way of thinking in the simplest and crude way.

However, for a group of people, if we want the best effect, we must find the weakest link in the psychology of the masses and resonate with it.

He didn't intend to be a god, so naturally he couldn't use the same way of saying a missionary, so he had to have a reason to stand in order to make the best effect of the telecast.

After thinking about it, Shen Sen gradually frowned, and a different smile appeared on his face.

Someone once said that there are two kinds of people in this world, not men and women, but the oppressor and the oppressed.

Before the final stage of human society, every person in society was a product of class society.

The same kind of life, different classes, this is a contradiction, the greatest contradiction that straddles the destiny of mankind.

In the course of history, some countries have recognized this contradiction and tried to find a solution.

However, there are also some organizations that have been divided and disintegrated by the exploiters using the power of capital to turn them into contradictions within the oppressed.

In an organization like the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, there is no better entry point than this. At the bottom of the ladder, there are more poor people suffering to survive.

But they don't realize that it is not only their own reasons that cause this result, but also the oppressors who press on them and strip their skin and draw blood.

Once a class is formed, the probability of breaking it is only slightly greater than the chance of winning the lottery, and this will continue to the children and grandchildren.

All of them need to be a person who takes the lead, stands up, gives them a call, and fires the first shot of resistance.

This person, who else is Sheshen Sen!

You must know that he has crossed over from a country that has rebelled for thousands of years, and he has rich experience and theoretical knowledge.

What princes and generals, rather there is a kind!

What the sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!

……

"What do you say? Who's looking for me? ”

In the slum, in a room that looks historic.

The tall black man, with a pigtail clinging to his scalp, had a low-quality cigar in his mouth, and after spitting out a puff of smoke, he asked viciously.

"A white man with a few Asian faces?"

"What do they want to see me for, do they want to make trouble?"

"No, no, they said they had a big business to talk to the boss about."

The little brother who came to report the news hurriedly explained. This news is naturally true, but he will not say that he has received a sum of money from others just now.

"Hoo ......"

The black man, who stood up and was more than two meters tall, and his bulging muscles could be seen everywhere, took another puff on his cigar.

"I'd like to see what kind of big business they have, and if they dare to fool me, I hope they won't be scared by then, hum."

"Go, you bring them in."

The black boss sat on the couch again, searching for the gangster movies he had seen in his mind, and posed as if he thought he was cool, dragging a cigar in one hand, and at first glance, it looked a little stylish.

Walking into the room, the first thing Shen Sen saw was seven or eight people of the same skin color, standing behind the dreadlocked man.

After seeing them, the man with dreadlocks took a puff of his cigar, and asked directly in a bad tone.

"Listen to my little brother, you want to talk to me about business!"

"If you're fooling me, you know the consequences!"

"Of course, Dear Mr. Carlro, how dare we little people lie to you, it's a big business indeed."

Wilson, who spoke, seemed to explain their intentions with sincerity.

The Carlo in front of him is a gang member in one of the neighborhoods of the slum, and this is their place of activity.

Speaking of which, I have to say that the slums are basically controlled by gangs of all sizes inside and out, and if you want to do something here, it will be difficult to do anything without going through these people.

Therefore, the best way is to find a small gang, control the infiltration, and create a base area first, so that you can have a chance to develop outward.

This Carlo was the first experimenter they found, and the reason why he was chosen was only because his gang had the smallest number of people, and the effect of the psychic broadcast would be much better.

"Haha, that's good, you're good, white-skinned!"

Carlo prefers to be called Mr. rather than Boss because it makes him sound more statusy.

Under the influence of psionic energy, the black boss was already a little fluttering when he was touted by Mr. Yi, and began to look at Shen Sen and the others a little unscrupulously.

"Then tell me, what business do you want to sit with me?"

"We picked up a tape on the road with a plan for you......"

"What?"

Before Wilson could finish his sentence, the black man slammed up from the couch and stared at Wilson fiercely with an angry expression.

"Someone is targeting me, who is it, what do they want to do?"

"Are you saying true or false?"

Wilson showed a panicked expression in time at this time, and Shen Sen on the side kept his head down, silently watching the show.

He wanted to see how well it worked on tape.

"We brought the tape, you can listen to it first......"

Wilson pretended to be in a hurry and took a tape recorder out of his bag and handed it to the black man.

The black man took the radio, and his subordinates were curiously attracted by the contents of the tape recorder, and they put their minds on the tape recorder together.

Clicking the play button, a magnetic man's voice came from inside, and as soon as he spoke, it seemed to have hooked their souls.

"Awaken me from your will when you need me......"