Zefanie is a black girl who is only ten years old.

As usual, dressed in dirty clothes and stepping on ill-fitting shoes, she was boredly using stones to make a random splash in the small river that was about to turn turbid.

She grew up like this, she never saw her father, and her mother washed other people's clothes all day to earn food.

In such a slum without any recreational facilities, her only pleasure is the river.

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

The girl threw the stones out of her hand one by one, and had a great time, and the pungent stench of the river under the scorching sun did not diminish her interest.

Until, in the distance on her left, a hurried line of people appeared.

At the front were four or five tall black men, some carrying improvised ladders and others holding horns.

Behind them were yellow-skinned Asian faces that almost never appeared in the neighborhood, and there were more than a dozen of them.

But what was the same was that they were all carrying similar things, horns, ladders, and bundles of wires.

It's not just Zevani who pays attention to them, there are other addicts who have nothing to do and are lying on the side of the street in a daze.

But everyone just watched quietly, with occasional flashes of worry and fear in their eyes.

Because at the head of the gang is Carlro, a well-known gang boss in the neighborhood.

Although there are not many people under him, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary people like them, and if he can, he will not be provoked.

Zefanie also crouched down cautiously to make herself less conspicuous, but her curious gaze never took off the people.

Under the watchful eye of the crowd, the yellow-skinned Asians followed the black gangs, skirting the narrow and crooked paths of potholes.

On the side of a cross street, there was a stop outside a relatively tall room.

At the forefront, Carlo took the lead and set up the ladder on the wooden wall, and climbed up two or three times.

What is this for?

What bad things is he going to do?

The front is what other people think, and the back is the confusion of Zevani, a little girl.

Because in her memory, this big black man with a strong body and a brute brain is a big bad guy.

She had seen many times that this villain was bullying people and beating them to the head.

In the little girl's confusion, the black boss stretched out his hand and rummaged through the lines at the top of the wall of the room.

Eventually, as if he had found something, he twisted a piece of the wire he was carrying, attached it to it, and attached it to something like a horn handed to him by the person below.

Then, after leaving the two of them, they hurried to the rest of the world.

What the hell is going on? Why pick up a horn and go up?

But now no one is telling them the answer.

In the mixed yellow and black team, Carl Luo, who had been trained by Shen Sen, walked at the forefront with a resolute expression.

He had realized his previous sins and understood what had led him astray.

It's exploitation, it's oppression, it's unfair!

Fortunately, the Lord did not abandon him and gave him a chance to fight and change.

And he now is extremely convinced that only by following the Lord and learning to pursue the truth can he change the fate of these people.

Therefore, he is now doing his best to fulfill the task assigned by the Lord, that is, to try to spread the truth taught to him by the Lord to more proletarian compatriots who are really suffering like him.

The ideas are sincere, and Carlro's change comes from the heart.

Shen Sen did not forcibly distort their will to think this time, he just took a set of theories that he perfected after absorbing the wisdom of his predecessors, and used a speed unimaginable for human beings to let people know and accept it.

However, those who choose to pursue the truth are companions, and those who do not accept this theory are only enemies.

And there is only one way to deal with the enemy, and that is to destroy him.

How long does it take to transform a person's mind, the answer is that it takes about ten minutes to face to face.

How long does it take to change the minds of ten people, Shen Sen knew this answer today.

Using sound playback devices such as tape recorders and radio, he would have to play the same content about a hundred times.

So what about changing the minds of hundreds, if not thousands, of people?

The answer is, you just need to add enough equipment.

In order to make his spiritual broadcasting play a greater role, Shen Sen deliberately bought dozens of speakers and broadcasting microphones from a small amount of money, and also increased the number of tape recorders and tapes.

In the Hillbro neighborhood, he chose the territory under Carlro's control, found a dozen densely populated areas, and prepared to install loudspeakers to broadcast the content of his psionic speech on the tape.

In this way, Collo led his men and the wasteland guards handed over to him by Shen Sen, and ran through the dozen or so locations he had chosen.

The area is more than 20,000 square meters, which is almost the size of a fourth- or fifth-tier city community in the previous life.

When everyone in this area was already surprised by the behavior of Carlo and the others, and did not pay special attention to it, all the preparations had been completed.

As the sun sets and night falls, the night sky in the Sector 9 world is a little more starry than the sky in the wasteland.

However, there were not many stars in the sky in this area, and the silence was suspended over the city, and the moonlight was almost completely obscured by alien ships that obscured the sky.

There is no entertainment at night, and the high walls block their quick access to the bustling city, so when night comes, it is also the most boring time of the day.

But today, it seems like something is going to change.

Just as everyone was almost ready to go back to their small, dilapidated rooms to bed, bursts of melodious music suddenly sounded from all corners of the block.

This is a magic Chinese version of the Internationale, under the influence of psionic energy, with Zulu style specially adjusted tune, all the local attention at once.

Unyielding, impassioned!

Even people who don't like this style of song on a daily basis have unknowingly heard it to the final stage.

And Zevani, a ten-year-old black girl, was crawling at the window of her house at the moment, with an excited smile on her face, and she was pleasantly surprised to hear a song on a boring night.

She remembered the horns she had seen in the morning, and it seemed that these songs were played from there, that big black man, would be so kind? Zevanie was a little confused.

And at this moment, the song suddenly soars, and it is almost the end of the part.

The next moment, the sound of the song suddenly stopped, but to everyone's surprise, a sacred and heavy voice full of fatal attraction appeared in their ears.

Every word that this voice uttered, every emotion it swayed, was like a spark falling into their hearts, gradually igniting the blood injected into their hearts as time passed.

Tonight, in the ninth arrondissement, the Hillbro neighborhood, the starlight is gone, but countless red flames are lit up......