Changing the minds of a group of people is a long job, and Shen Sen didn't plan to be able to accomplish it in one night.

According to his plan, it will take about half a month to successfully convert most of the people in this neighborhood into his own.

Then use these people and let them act as disseminators of their own theories and ideas, and spontaneously spread them to people in other neighborhoods.

Unfortunately, the content of these recording devices was only effective if it had been recorded by him for the first time using psionic energy.

For the tapes that follow, the effect will be diminished by one point after one copy.

After about three times, it will have no effect, and will only turn into a normal cassette tape with his voice recorded, but without special abilities.

Therefore, this is also one of the reasons why Shen Sen must feel that he must come up with an advanced theory.

Otherwise, when he is unable to influence all people, when the pious followers under his influence propagate to others, an untenable thought will not be able to infect others and make others believe.

Under today's conditions, Internet technology is still relatively backward, and he can't blatantly go on TV to promote it.

We had to use these broadcasting and recording equipment to directly influence a certain number of people, and then let them expand as supporters of this theory.

In this way, the speed at which he pulls people into the gang is countless times faster.

One person becomes ten, ten people become a hundred, and he doesn't have to contribute alone.

He doesn't need everyone to change their minds immediately and become the most fanatical "believer" in the truth, they just need to believe a little bit of what they intend.

With a little bit of belief, in the days that follow, they will be able to see the suffering that weighs on them and the changing reality of life.

Shen Sen believed that even if he didn't use psionic energy later, these people would sooner or later become the most loyal followers.

The horn that night, for three days, fell silent every day after repeating the recording for the tenth time.

But some things have been remembered forever, and some people have changed unconsciously.

In the early morning of the fourth day, the fiery red sun slowly rose, and Shen Sen had already woken up early.

In the past two days, in addition to constantly recording the tapes and adding new content, I went to the supermarket again to buy some daily necessities and stored them in Wilson's garage.

When things were almost done here, he was going to send them back to the wasteland in a day or two, along with a batch of Blue Star's "locals".

Taking the lead, Shen Sen walked on the garbage-strewn path and dirty water, followed by a large group of people.

Zhang Ting and the twenty guards drawn from the camp, Wilson, and the black man Carlo and his younger brother who had only joined them yesterday.

Shen Sen, who was at the forefront, didn't say a word, just stopped and stopped, constantly observing the situation of the neighborhood under Carlro's control.

According to the former gangster boss and current comrade Carlro, the Hillbro neighborhood covers a total area of more than 10,000 square kilometers, and there were 110,000 people living in the most prosperous period in the past.

At that time, most of the people who lived here were wealthy middle-class, but since the alien prawns stopped above the slums, it has become a target for a while.

The intervention of world powers, domestic political turmoil, social chaos, coupled with the establishment of the Non-Southern Union and the establishment of the 9th district, has made it a paradise for smugglers and criminals.

Rich people can run out, and they can even build high walls to keep chaos and dirt out of the money walls.

But these low-level people, who were already living in great difficulty, fell into a deeper quagmire.

Not only is life becoming more and more difficult, but even the safety of one's own life cannot be guaranteed in the slightest.

The mixed forces, hundreds of large and small gangs, like dividing property, faintly divided this turbulent neighborhood into dozens of parts.

The people who live in it have no choice but to accept the oppression day after day.

Shen Sen walked to the muddy and sour river, stopped, looked at the opposite bank from a distance, and then turned around and looked at the position behind him, revealing a curious expression.

In the center of the north and south sides of the Hillbro neighborhood, he saw a tall tower standing in each of them.

The tall tower on the north side, on the other side of the river, was about two hundred meters high, tall and thin, like a sharp sword stuck upside down, and there was a rich area blocked by high walls.

On the contrary, the large tower on the south side of his side resembles a low cylindrical chimney, but it should be more than 170 meters in size.

"Do you know where these two towers come from?" Shen Sen asked casually.

Wilson raised his eyebrows when he heard Shen Sen's question, and just wanted to step forward to answer, but Carlo, who had just "joined" on the side, had already answered first.

"Sir, these two used to be landmarks on this neighborhood."

"The tower to the north is the Silbrota Tower, which is a telecommunications tower, and the tower on our side is called the Ponte Tower, which is a cylindrical residential building"

Not long ago, at Shen Sen's request, Carlo reluctantly changed his honorific title for Shen Sen, but he still insisted that only the Lord was worthy of Shen Sen's honorable status.

Although Shen Sen is able to change other people's minds and affect the degree of trust and obedience of strangers to him, he cannot completely control other people's emotions and behavioral habits.

Now, for example, Carlo is not at all dissatisfied with the dissatisfaction revealed by Wilson, a white predecessor on his side, and there is a vague sense of competition in it.

Shen Sen can also understand this, after all, he is a living person, not stone or wood.

It's just that Wilson was so angry that he was resentful, obviously he came first......

Now he just wants to find a place where no one is around. It's the opposite, it's the opposite, the newcomers who have just joined the company dare to get down!

Hearing Carlo's explanation, Shen Sen was puzzled, the chimney-like building actually had people living in it.

"Residential buildings? How many people live there? ”

"Yes sir." Carlo organized the language and continued to explain.

"There used to be more than 3,000 elite people from the upper class of South Africa living here, and at that time, we people and stray dogs were not allowed to enter."

"But now, this is the sphere of influence of the second largest gang in the neighborhood, the 28th, and they influence more than 10,000 people who live in it, engaging in a series of activities such as exclusive products, astringent trade, smuggling, and so on."

There was a hint of anger in Carlro's eyes when he spoke of this, and the slogan "No blacks are allowed" accompanied him through his childhood.

When an oppressor chooses to oppress an object, he will always stigmatize the other person first.

They colonize each other physically, mentally, and even morally.

In this way, decades and hundreds of years later, the descendants of these oppressed people will also have the feeling that their own race is inferior to other races.

These two unique towers just reflect the current situation of the Hillbro neighborhood, Heaven and Hell!

"I see......"

Shen Sen silently glanced at Carlo thoughtfully.

Although he is very short of people now, he is not accepted by everyone.

Some of those who have committed adultery and have unforgivable sins are ready to send them to the most difficult places, even if they are willing to change their minds.

Either buy salvation with blood and sacrifice, or dig mines for decades to serve the masses and ask for forgiveness.

Although Carlo escaped as an unpopular player in the gangsters, the two kinds of people he said seem to fit these two places.

……

After inspecting the situation of the neighborhood under his current control and carefully understanding the situation of the entire Hillbro neighborhood, Shen Sen took people to change directions again.

Leaving the river, he continued to walk down the narrow path strewn with garbage and sewage, quietly watching the pedestrians who appeared on the street.

On either side of him, many houses made of planks and asbestos tiles without any foundations looked crumbling.

Along the way, compared to before, there are obviously more people on the streets today, walking around in a scattered manner, and from time to time they walk under the horns, as if waiting for something.

And the eyes of these people have also changed slightly, no more cowering, less insensitive, but a little more confused.

It's like looking for something, but you can't find it.

This is a little different from the situation that Shen Sen imagined, confusion is not what he wants.

"Hmmm......"

Seeing the residents who kept passing by him, Shen Sen suddenly stopped, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind like a spark.

He knew what it was that feeling wrong.

He had a lot of plans, a lot of plans, and ambitions driven by ideals and passion.

The unique experience of experiencing three worlds from the Traveler and the divine spiritual power he possessed made him feel confident.

Loudspeaker announcements were set up one by one, and more and more people were affected.

Everything seems to be going very well, and it seems to be progressing in an orderly manner.

But after inspecting the situation in which he controlled the slums, he found that he had missed many things.

These people are indeed changing invisibly, but now he has forgotten to give these people a belonging, or a common organization.

The state has a national body, and the party has its own party.

In a socialized group, intelligent beings will always tend to join a collective with a common direction, a common ideal, and a common will, otherwise they will become a plate of scattered sand.

And Shen Sen found that he was missing this thing now, he was only thinking about pulling people, but he neglected to establish a group.

These people are confused because there has been a change, but they have not found the direction and source of the change.

But it's not too late to make amends, it's still too late.

"Go back the way you came!"

Shen Sen's expression was grim, his eyes were full of impatience, and without saying a word, he walked back in the direction he had walked in the beginning.

Zhang Ting, Wilson and the others glanced at each other, and hurriedly followed, Carlo was confused, but also hurriedly chased behind.

Ten minutes later, everyone returned to the dilapidated and dimly lit room.

Shen Sen sat in a chair with a pile of books stacked on the table in front of him.

He bent over, bowed slightly, frowned, and for several hours, he kept this motion, motionless.

At this moment, in the mind developed by the spiritual energy, a large number of books and materials were digested and absorbed, which made Shen Sen realize that there seemed to be a lot of things he had missed.

However, it is indeed negligence, in just ten days, all kinds of things are piled up in front of him, but he forgot to carefully understand the history and development of this world.

And Wilson, as a farmer with little education, provided him with some superficial common sense, although it was probably accurate.

Therefore, when he found many history and social science books in this world today because of an unexpected situation, he found that he had a lot of preconceived ideas.

The history of the World in Region 9 is not different from the original Earth, but is completely different, such as the current world system.

There is no such thing as g-ismism in this world, but instead it is capital that has blossomed globally and developed to the extreme.

Even the Soviet Union, which used to be red on the earth, is now in the Blue Star and has become an Eastern European alliance secretly dominated by two types of monopolies, cartel syndicates.

The former mold country has now become a North American federation under the auspices of several trust giants.

The same is true of other national organizations, except for the different modes of monopoly, the monopoly giants of almost every country control energy, food, industrial production, everything that eats, drinks and lazars, and secretly influences the puppet ZF that has been pushed to the surface.

It's a crazy world, and it's also a world with the most distinct distinctions.

Except for a few monopoly giants who control the means of production, 99.99 percent of the people in the world are ordinary workers.

Therefore, the contradictions between people in this world are deeper than Shen Sen imagined, and there are more oppressed people at the bottom than he imagined.

Seeing this, Shen Sen instantly felt that his previous plan had been done correctly, and there was no more suitable world to plant red flags than here.

It was only for a moment that Shen Sen stood up violently and said to a few people.

"Any of you who know that you can print leaflets here and there, take me right away!"

"Chief, I know." This time, it was Wilson who raised his hand first and reported in a hurry.

"Okay, let's go!"

Shen Sen picked up a piece of paper and put it on the table, which was densely filled with some prototypes that he had just thought of, and now he was going to the place where he printed it to implement it.

……

An hour later, a pickup truck drove towards the slum and eventually stopped near a horn.

The door opened, and a dozen Asians and blacks jumped out of the back compartment of the car, each holding a stack of A4-sized leaflets.

They diverge in different directions like flowing water meets a wall.

And in the driver's seat, a man who looked polite also came down at this moment.

Although he wore only a thin black shirt, everyone who saw him saw majesty and glory, like a ruler in armor.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to him uncontrollably, but at the same time there was a force that made them feel like they couldn't get closer.

Yesterday's black girl, Zevani, hid in the corner and watched in amazement as this unusual gentleman slowly walked towards her, and then handed her a thin piece of promotional paper.

"Little girl, you pass the fire......"

"I'm sorry!" The man smiled kindly at her and said again.

"Have you ever heard the truth speak?"