"You feel angry, angry, right?"

"That's right, remember this feeling, which is the source of injustice and injustice!"

"If there is no time when no one will make you feel this way anymore, then our goal has been accomplished!"

After a long time, when the tea on the table was no longer steaming, Shen Sen stood up and looked at the depressed crowd, as if he was teaching them.

"It's a battle for survival, and there are only two outcomes of the war, either they continue to oppress us, or we wipe them out completely."

God cannot save all, and neither can the truth!

There is a certain part of humanity that is destined to be unworthy of salvation, they are the soil on which the truth is born, and they are also the stumbling blocks on the path of the truth, and they need to be completely eradicated from heresy. ”

"Go ahead, go and gather our people, since the Moldy Country Bandit Gang has given us a choice, we will also give them a choice now."

Carlo lowered his head deeply, and his eyes suddenly realized as if he had received a revelation of the truth.

"Yes, sir!"

"Thank you, my lord!"

He turned around with excitement and reverence, and after saluting Shen Sen again, he walked out the door.

......

Stinkwater Street doesn't seem to have changed.

The same squalor here, the same shabby, the same poverty.

Although industry, technology, and wealth have changed the way the world is produced, they are almost no different from rats living in the sewers in the modern city.

They are just as lacking in material and spirit, and they can see the future at a glance and see the abyss of despair.

But something seems to have changed a little bit here, and some kind of force is growing and surging here.

Next to the chaotic streets, there are significantly more people on the streets than in the past.

The invisible barriers and distances between people due to poverty and weakness also seem to have been broken.

Everywhere in this narrow street, you can see a few or a dozen people gathered together, holding a black and red booklet, discussing something.

The numb, rotten look was fading from these people's faces little by little.

They gathered together, gathered around the loudspeakers, excitedly exchanging their opinions, and it could be clearly seen that their eyes were shining with a flame of hope.

Zevani, a little black girl, was also by her mother's side at this moment, following the person who taught them, reciting the contents of the manual word by word, and the faces of both mother and son showed a reverent glow.

Although she is still young, in the past few days, under the repetition of the radio over and over again, and in the other people's remarks over and over again, she still understands some and understands some "truths".

She also felt the change brought about by the truth, and most of the people on this street began to change from the past, becoming less cynical, and no longer cold and gloomy.

She was not afraid to die in the middle of the night because of the bandits who suddenly broke into the door.

What's more important is that her mother, who has been smiling with joy and smile for many days, is not frowning.

All of this made her grateful for the truth and grateful for the creator of the truth, Mr. Shen Sen.

This is the power of hope, she sees hope, she also feels the future, and she seems to know what kind of person she should be in the future.

Zefani looked at the black man who was standing in front of a dozen of them at the moment, with a special badge pinned to his chest, with a look of envy and yearning.

The black man in the crowd was holding the booklet and reading it in a sincere and powerful tone, his expression reverent, his voice unwavering, and there was an uplifting power.

Zefanie knew who the man was of the same skin color as him, as he had previously lived next to her neighbor.

However, compared to the mother and son, the man's experience was even worse, his wife went to the hospital because of premature birth, but refused because he was black-skinned.

In desperation, the man went to another hospital, but because he did not have enough money with him, he gave the surgeon a hundred rand.

But it was this Berand that caused the doctor not to resuscitate, and his wife died of hemorrhage, leaving only two daughters who survived.

But it's not over yet, just like the magical city block of Hillbro Street, separated by a wall, one creature, two destinies.

Whoever the strong has will be doubled to him so that he will be superfluous, and what the weak do not have, even what he has will be taken from him.

While the man is working hard to earn money for his daughters to go to school, fantasizing that they will be able to go to college and escape the same desperate life as himself, he hears the bad news one night.

On their way home, his two daughters were hit by a speeding sports car, and their flesh and blood were blurred, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

The murderer who killed his daughter got away with the crime after paying less than R10,000 bail, and he was still chic and happy.

Not all injustices can be avenged by the protagonist like legendary novels and movies.

The man who killed his daughter was countless times more rich and powerful than him.

If there is no miracle, he can't even get close to other people's bodyguards in his life, let alone revenge.

His wife and daughter all died, and the man lived like a walking corpse, muddy and insensitive, and he began to suspect that it was all the fate of God, and that he was born guilty.

However, how deep the oppression is, and how strong the resistance is suppressed under despair.

When the first time the recording broadcast with the psychic power resounded in the night of Stinkwater Street, the man who had been in despair before seemed to have received a revelation.

He saw the root of his own tragedy, the chains that bound him and others like him.

"The chains of poverty, oppression and injustice lock us, and what we should do and how we do it is all up to us!"

"If we want to be the masters of our own destiny, we must use our iron fist to break all these cages that trap us in order to obtain true and eternal liberation!"

"There is no retreat in the struggle!"

The black man raised his fist, and his generous and powerful voice echoed through the crowd of more than a dozen people.

He himself has grasped this glimmer of truth and hope, and is ready to bring hope to others like him.

Zefani, the little girl who was standing opposite and listening, had a look of admiration on her face, not just because of the strength of the man who had survived his grief.

And because this black man is the one who understands the truth the deepest, is also the most devout, and acts on a daily basis of a dozen of them.

Explain to them every day, recite the truth party constitution, and help others free of charge.

So in order to encourage and reward him, Mr. Shen Sen gave him a badge, as well as a new identity.

The Truth Committee can also be called the Truth Committee!

Zefanie also wants to be such a person!

It seemed that everything was gradually getting better, but at this moment, when more and more people were gathering on the side of Stinkwater Street, a short notice sounded on the horn.

And Carlro, who they were familiar with, appeared at the same time, and he walked in the direction of everyone with a solemn and heavy face, and said a sentence that made everyone in Stinkwater Street enthusiastic.

"Our enemy, the heresy of truth, has come!"