The trend of history is always the same, because as long as the ruling group is never able to get rid of human nature and become a saint-like existence one day, then the direction of the world will always fall into a repeated cycle.

Disputes, conflicts, wars, and finally a period of peace, just like the DNA of human beings, constantly evolve under the law of contradiction and unity, and aspire to reach the ultimate in life.

So, just like what happened on Earth in a previous life, something happened on Blue Star as well.

A force that has been spread by Shen Sen's demonic reform, originating from the slums of Stinky Water Street and longing for justice and fairness, is like a prairie fire, and in just one month, like a spreading cobweb, it has strongly united every suffering and suffering weak person within its range.

In a well-defined modern city, beneath a calm surface, a crimson undercurrent takes advantage of chaos and disorder to grow wildly.

But who knows, or they don't care even if they see it.

"They're just a bunch of rats living in the sewers, lowly fools, we've given them so many things, they don't know how to be satisfied, and they get into trouble every day."

"Phew, damn scum!"

The bloated white man moved his buttocks, took a sharp puff of an expensive imported cigar, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground along with the cloud of smoke.

"Forgot to say, your cigar is good, Sheriff!"

"Thank you, Inspector, this is a hometown gift from a friend, if the Inspector doesn't dislike it, there is still a surplus here under his subordinates, please smile."

With that, a black man smirked and took out a gift box from the bag and respectfully placed it on the table.

"yes, since it's a gift from your friend, then I'm welcome, haha!"

The white inspector smiled and took the box, and when he opened it nonchalantly, he saw eight cigars and a layer of gold sand underneath.

"Haha, the cigar is good, the packaging is very beautiful, sheriff, you have a heart." The chubby inspector narrowed his eyes, smiled brightly, and his tone became a little kinder.

"It's just a little bit of a subordinate mind, the inspector works day and night, and the cigar is just to make you work better and serve the non-Southern Union."

The black man's expression was sincere, and the words that came out of his mouth were so sincere that the white inspectors were stunned.

"Whew! You're right. However, you still need to deal with this matter that the people below reacted to, as for how to do it, I don't pay attention, I just hope that those South Filipino residents in the slums will not attract the attention of the council lord again. I don't know what the big guys think, how a bunch of idiots in the sewers, how could it be possible to affect their position. ”

"My subordinates also think that the council lords are too worried, but I will definitely not let this little trouble affect your precious time again."

The white man nodded in satisfaction when he heard the assurance, and after waving his hand, the black man stepped back.

Turning left when he went out, ignoring the banter and contempt from his colleagues around him, and the eyes that looked at him as if he were a heretic, the sheriff's expression was indifferent and he walked straight to the door of the police station.

Raising his head, looking at the bright sunshine in the sky, and feeling the warmth coming from his body, the man felt that the whole person seemed to come back to life.

He had become accustomed to the fact that in an organization where 90 percent of the senior police officers were white men, he, a black man who started as a low-level police officer, seemed out of place here.

During his five years at the Johannes Police Department, he worked in this atmosphere almost every day. If it was some time ago, he was just a small police officer after five years, at most he complained, endured anger in helplessness, and endured all humiliation for a meager salary.

But all patience now is glorious, and only for a more important purpose, for fairness and justice in the near future.

"But it's really a greedy fat pig, who has collected so much money from the organization, and actually pressed my jurisdiction to the most chaotic and oilless Hilbro, can it only be said that it is providence."

The black man glanced at the building in the shadows with a smirk, turned and got into his own car, and in a magnetic blast of announcements, he headed away in the direction of the Hillbro neighborhood.

"What is justice and what is fairness, only the truth will give an answer......"

The dilapidated car drove from the bustling downtown area into the potholed alley, and after a corner, the sheriff had already driven to the famous Hillbro neighborhood, and instead of stopping, he chose one of the alleys and drove inside.

It was only after a few steps that the car stopped again.

"Stop, please show your identity!"

At the entrance of West Street, a thick and huge electronic sensor door blocked the sheriff's car, and there were four sentry-like surveillance buildings next to it, and several burly "security guards" were looking at the cars driving in front of the iron gate with sharp eyes.

"It's me, Barney!"

The black man stuck his head out of the car window and showed his identification to the "security guard."

"Welcome back safely, come in, Sheriff Barney." The gruff voice of a security guard came from the announcer on the iron door, but his voice sounded a hint of ridicule.

"You kid, I'm also for the truth, isn't it!"

Barney sighed helplessly, he knew it was just a joke, he didn't take it to heart, shrugged his shoulders, started the engine and drove the car in after the iron door opened.

West Street, a once chaotic and dirty neighborhood, has unconsciously changed its appearance before people even notice it.

Clean and tidy streets, rising buildings, and a gradual increase in the number of service shops have gradually shed the original slum from its appearance.

What's more, the chaos that had bred here is gone, and only order remains. If someone does not comply, then the "security guards" who spontaneously patrol the streets will tell him what love and justice are.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, for Barney and even Hilbro and the surrounding slums, even if West Street is still dilapidated, it does not affect the exalted place it occupies in their hearts.

For it is the abode of truth, the birthplace of fairness and justice, and the birthplace of the ideas of learned gentlemen and supreme leaders.

Every time the sheriff came here, he was amazed at how it changed, and he himself regretted that he could not personally participate in the construction of the sacred site of West Street because of other tasks.

The car drove all the way past several guard boxes on the street, and soon after, Barney came to the outside of a white apartment building.

Compared to the streets, this place is more heavily guarded, basically three steps, one sentry, five steps and one post, compared to the black security guards outside, most of the people here are Asian, Barney can feel that these few security guards are rare elite.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

To some extent, the security force of West Street is a bit excessive, but who made this place a non-southern union under the shadow of oligarchs.

Johannes alone, every community Barney has seen has a level of security and facilities that are basically tied to money and status, and if you have money, you can even buy a piece of land in the city and fence it off, and do whatever you want in it.

The officials of the non-Southern Union don't care about this, and the only thing they worry about is how much tax they should collect.

After feeling the decay of his kingdom in his heart, Barney got out of the car, and after some rigorous inspection, he was finally released and had the qualifications to enter the interior.

Not everyone is entitled to enter this unusually rudimentary-looking building, as it is staffed by a few of the Truth's most prominent associates such as the First Governor Gunther.

Barney even heard that the leaders of the Truth Society, the supreme leaders, sometimes came here to guide the work.

Therefore, unless there are personnel with special tasks, ordinary people will not see these big people who have a lot of opportunities at all.

Gathering his nerves and tidying up his clothes, Barney stopped outside a room and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock!"

"Please come in!"

Hearing the permission, Barney gently pushed the door open, and the dazzling light and shadow entered his eyes, and several big people he was familiar with appeared in his pupils.

No, not all of them he was familiar with, and there was a figure he had never seen before.

Majestic and sacred, the most sublime, like a spinning star, one cannot help but follow him, but at the same time feel awe of his vastness.

No one pointed it out, no one explained, but Barney had a guess about his identity for the first moment.

This was a natural leader, and if it weren't for their Truth Leader, he would have been the first to judge the Order.

I'd only heard someone who had the privilege of meeting the leader once before, but when Barney saw the real person, he found that the words had lost all their power in front of him.

If he had doubts and worries about the future of the truth, he felt that he was full of confidence and courage.

The future must belong to them, and the truth must belong to the future!

Just as Barney's imagination was ticking, someone interrupted his imagination.

"Barney, you're here, wait a minute."

The person who spoke was Gunther, on the sofa in the office, he was sitting opposite Shen Sen with gray hair, his black face was like a piece of steel.

The table was piled with papers, and the leader who had made them wait was looking at it with interest with a briefing note in his hand.

[Sphere of influence: The Truth Society has taken control of thirteen slum blocks, as well as four workers' blocks, and its area of influence occupies all of Silbro, and even affects some of Johannes's constituencies.] That's a total of 210,000 congregations, but the number of people affected by us is estimated to have tripled.

Special Funds: It is strictly forbidden to receive money from the congregation, but there is still a steady flow of voluntary donations every day, which has accumulated millions of dollars......]

There is a long list of reports below, and after Shen Sen finished reading it, he only felt that the oligarchs in this world were more ruthless than the feudal landlords, and he couldn't help but want to sigh: MLM, Niu B!