The world is so big that it's normal for anything to happen on this planet or even the land of the Philippines.

In a country under the control of an oligarch, the organs of violence are the real organs of violence, they are the tools of the maintenance of the minority ruling class, and when they encounter problems, they do not want to talk to the "criminals" at all.

Any conflict, attack and insult, as long as it is within the scope of your authority, they do not need you to apologize or beg for mercy, they only need you to lie on the ground with your hands straight and palms facing the ground and kneel up while keeping your legs crossed, or raise your hands high and feet crossed, and then obediently crawl towards them.

Of course, if one of the actions is wrong, and they feel misunderstood, they will use the power granted by the law to draw a gun for warning and then shoot at you, which is a legal thing in their minds.

For the hastily established consortium of the Non-Southern Union, the members who joined it halfway because of the arrival of aliens certainly strengthened its strength and international influence, and made those big powers that were eyeing the Ninth Region a little more restrained.

But with the increase in strength comes increased chaos and violence, and for their own safety, the firepower of the violent agencies has escalated and their patience has also decreased.

Slaughter.

No one could have imagined that it would be just a street demonstration that would eventually develop into mass bloodshed and violent massacres.

Under the cameras of the television station, a violent agency in a black uniform killed the first person, and then the bloodshed began.

On one side are the official army, heavily armed and well-fired, in the name of restoring peace and order, and on the other side are the many unarmed and weak slum dwellers.

In addition, there are underground criminal gangs that take advantage of the fire to rob and fish in troubled waters, and agents planted in Johannes by various forces of the state, acting as archers of the fire.

On the first day alone, Johannes' prison was full, with white streets littered with smashing and looting, as well as large areas of bloodstains, and later reporters counted triple-digit deaths in the clashes, all of them the most ordinary demonstrators in the ghetto.

There is no doubt that this is a massacre.

Tens of thousands of black-skinned compatriots did not bring them victory, but caused a more powerful and brutal blow.

For three days, blood flowed in almost every neighborhood of Johannes. Demonstrators shouted slogans of fairness and justice, but were beaten by batons and even deliberately strafing bullets.

Hundreds of people die every day, the true white terror brings their violence to everyone who dares to rebel, the scarlet blood sends chills through the hearts of the people from the ghetto, and their courage seems to be draining with the passage of time.

Another day of rioting is over.

In the darkness of the night, Johannes's gunfire had completely stopped, but in its place was the click of photographs.

Outside the main office building.

Under this mansion in the style of British Downing Street architecture, a white-haired old man is facing a long gun and a short cannon, looking at the foreign media with a cold face holding a long gun and a short cannon, and asking questions.

"Mr. Perkin, what do you think of this demonstration of tens of thousands of people?"

"Those people are thugs who have been used by forces with ulterior motives, and they are criminals who have violated the law, and according to this, Johannes has only made the right decision for the safety of the general public and the stability of society!"

The white-haired old man brushed the dust off his expensive suit, and his face looked a little heavy. Having been a politician for decades, he knows what to say at the moment.

And all the reporters were secretly bitter after hearing the old man's answer, in the face of such a leaky old fox, they probably couldn't ask anything useful this time.

However, there still seem to be people who do not give up, with the expectation of trying again, and finally try to ask:

"But based on what our reporters saw, you sent a large number of heavily armed troops and caused thousands of casualties, which seems to be a violation of international human rights law?"

"Everything I do is done in accordance with the laws established by the non-SADC and Johannes localities, and if it violates international practice, then we will consider the relevant proposals."

"Oh, I see!" A reporter nodded in realization, with a slightly exaggerated expression of admiration.

"That's the end of the question, Kakichang still has official business, please wait for the next opportunity!"

Seeing that the fire was almost over, and the agreed questions had been asked, the secretary smiled and blocked the crowd, covering the old man to leave the main mansion building and get into the black imported car.

The driver revved the engine, and the car steadily began to move away from the reporters who were chasing them to take pictures.

"Hmph, reporters are a bunch of stupid stinky flies, but this time thanks to them, the charges for the riot will be successfully deducted from those sewer rats, as long as they don't go too far, the people who gather to make trouble will eventually have to honestly accept their fate."

The white-haired persimmon in the back compartment looked at the crowd outside the window, with contempt and mockery in his eyes.

"Sure enough, they are all untouchables to be manipulated!"

The next day, a new report from the international press corps came out, most of which ignored the number of dead people, saying only that the riots had caused some casualties, and pointed out that the source of everything was caused by non-Yugoslav lawbreakers, whose actions would eventually fail under the punishment of the law.

"Failed, but the show is just about to begin!"

On the streets of Johannes, half of the city was covered by spaceships in the distance, and Gunther folded the newspaper he had finished reading with a blank face, looking at the figures running down the streets, and he had begun to look forward to how all the protesters would react to the reports.

However, when I returned, I had to remind the members of the Truth Society to ensure their own safety first when shouting slogans in the crowd, and everything else was only to wait for the final instructions of their supreme leader.

December 25, 1991, whether it is the earth in the previous life or the blue star of another world, this is destined to be a date that will go down in history.

On that day, the Red Giants of the Far East underwent a drastic change on Earth, and the final verdict was ushered in for the first attempt in human history to rid the exploiters.

At Blue Star, as Johannes' crackdown intensified, thousands of people took to the streets in one day. But at the same time, there was a unified cry among the marchers who were surrounded and blocked by violent troops.

Demand food and houses, demand fairness and justice, they want truth and not oppression!

But that doesn't have much to do with Johannes' parliamentarians, at least at this moment, they don't have the kind of vision that breaks through the boundaries of time and space. They are busy going to the beach for vacations, hunting in wild reserves, and at the last time, they have to have fun with a few girls.

The white citizens of the rich districts didn't care, they ignored these black people from the ghetto who didn't fit in with them, even if the other party's slogans were shouted loudly at the moment.

In fact, there were many people who shouted slogans like this before, and demanded everything, but in the end they were greeted with even more brutal and ruthless repression than now, remembering that a few years ago, in a conflict, tens of thousands of civilians protested at one time, and now who remembers those who did not even have their names left.

Protest is a power given by the system, but disagreeing with their protests, defining the protests of the untouchables as criminal acts is also a power given to itself by the system.

What they saw was not a national compatriot who was angry and angry with them, but a corpse of a black mouse that would soon lose its temperature.

The sky gradually darkened, and the dark clouds pressed down on one layer, gradually obscuring the remaining half of Johannes's sky.

Rainy days, best for killing!