The Human Federation wants to begin liquidating the 1 district government, of course, mainly those at the top who are involved in it.

But before the liquidation of the Human Federation began, a large number of parliamentarians and high-ranking officials were dismissed, including many people who are well-known on social media, and even the current president of District 1.

All of them went to prison for more than 70,000 charges, and in prison, these parliamentarians and high-ranking officials committed suicide one by one because they felt ashamed of humanity, of the dream of magnesium country, of Lady Liberty, and of Ami's cooking and freedom.

Some people were shot 17 times in the back and were considered suicides, some people were hanged from a ceiling more than 4 meters high in prison, some people were overdosed, some people fell in prison and died at the foot of a bed that they just forgot to change into a soft bed, and some people were killed by gangster fire on the way to transfer.

In short, these naturally evil congressmen and high-ranking officials are dead, and now the entire Congress and the White House are clearer than the water of the Mississippi River, and even pointed to the Luo River when facing human federal investigators, and all those involved in the evil demon research project have committed suicide in shame.

All that remains are clean politicians.

They are all old Ami people who advocate free dishes and memorize the Declaration of Independence, and any evil has been brought to justice.

No matter what kind of expression the investigators of the Human Federation are now, this kind of fool-like operation can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, but it is easy to use.

At this time, the people of District 1 are now voting spontaneously to elect the next president.

In the online civil survey, Qiao Shuya was far ahead with 80% of the votes.

What is this approval rating? It is estimated that only presidents like Washington, Lincoln, and Roosevelt can have such high approval ratings.

And for such a situation, Qiao Shuya ignored it at all.

He is now back in the cathedral, which by this time is already full of worshippers, and countless worshippers have begun to come to the cathedral to pay homage to the statue of the saint.

When the Pope announced that Qiao Shua was the reincarnation of the Son a few months ago, many churches were very uncomfortable, but some smart people began to find a way to rub the heat, and at that time they built statues in their own churches.

At this time, there were only two churches with statues of saints in Washington, and naturally it was full of pilgrims, including bosses who came to seek wealth, addicts who came to repent, students who were eager for love and career, and even wives who wanted children.

In short, everything has come to the confessional service, the bishop only feels that his mouth is smiling crookedly these days, the nuns in the church are full of time to listen to the confession every day, and even the volunteers who used to sweep the floor need to come over to work as a part-time priest to ease the flow of people.

And in the crowded church outside, in the side room, the black priest was combing a little girl's braids.

This girl, who was supposed to be transformed into a mantis half-demon, was finally completely rescued, and she was rehabilitated and removed by the specialized personnel of the Watchmen Association, although there are still many problems in her body, such as two arms had to be replaced with prosthetics, and a large number of demonic organs in her back were removed, causing temporary problems with her spine.

Also, because of the long-term transformation, she spoke very badly, stammered, and even had traces of a mantis triangle face on her face, but at least, she had transformed back into a normal human being, not the one who was recognized as a monster at a glance before.

The Black Priest brushed his hair, and for some reason, he felt an indescribable sense of relief, just as he had when he had trained his Divine Fist under the statue of the Sage.

"Father Ni, the bishop said that you will be in charge of the cotton factory and the soap factory at that time, and I will come here to talk to you." Qiao Shuya knocked on the door and asked.

And when the words sounded, the black priest's face instantly collapsed, revealing a black cat face.

"I've chosen a site and created a ......company for the cotton mill and the soap factory," said the Black Priest, with a final sigh.

Qiao Shuya walked in and saw a child next to the mirror who couldn't see the gender, I don't know if it was a little boy or a little girl, Qiao Shuya was stunned and looked at the door, this is the room of the black priest.

Little girl's words, is the copper smelting in Zone 1 already so terrifying? If it were a little boy, good fellow, boy and priest, wouldn't that be even more terrifying?

Qiao Shuya silently took a step back, took out his new mobile phone, and dialed 911 and the FBI.

"Hey, is it 911? Well, I've got a black guy here who brought a little girl into the room, yes, white schoolboys, come over here. Qiao Shuya was making a serious call.

"You're enough! She is the mantis girl we saved at that time, it's her! I'm her adoptive father now, her guardian! The Black Priest immediately yelled.

If you wait for 911 or the FBI to come, don't say anything, first empty the magazine for your skin color, after all, everyone knows that 911 and the FBI's marksmanship is rubbish, but only when it hits the black substance, it can be said to be a hundred shots.

"Hee-hee!" In response, Qiao Shuya held up his mobile phone and said, "I don't have a calling card. ”

Black Priest: "......"

He covered his face, which could blend perfectly into the night, looked at the unobtrusive guy in front of him, and said, "Okay, I'll go with you to check on the company's affairs, can you really get low-cost soap and cotton?" ”

In fact, he still doesn't believe Qiao Shuya.

After all, this is neither the plantation period nor the World War II era, where is the low-cost cotton and soap?

"Don't worry, I still have Triangle Mao Yi here." Qiao Shuya added.

Black Priest: "......"

The economy of the church is mainly supported by the faithful, and the income from the faithful goes to the church as a whole, not to the bishop, so it is normal for the priest or the bishop to have some other property in District 1.

After all, this is a country of commerce and capital, and even churches are not restricted.

And Qiao Shuya said that when the company was set up in partnership, the bishop was also very happy.

After all, the company's money is its own money, and the money offered by believers is the church's money.

If this practice is in some regions, it may be scolded for being bloody, but this is Ami.

"I don't believe you very much, I'm going to take a look in your cotton field." "Besides, I told you before that if you can solve my daughter's affairs, I'd rather pick you a ton of cotton, and I'll go and see it." ”

"That's what you said?" Qiao Shuya rubbed his hands, grabbed the Black Priest one moment, and appeared in the Helicarrier the next moment.

In an instant, the black priest was stunned, because in front of him, there was an endless sea of cotton, and pure white cotton was spread all over every blooming plant, which was simply beautiful in the world.

It was so beautiful that his DNA moved, and he wanted to pick up the sack to pick up a few catties and come back.

"This is, what are you capable of?" Father Black asked.

"You should take it, No, it's the old-fashioned farm tools over there." Qiao Shuya said, pointing to the Autobots who stood up one by one in the distance, all of them holding chain-like braids in their hands, looking majestic.

"Cool! Car mech? Or a locomotive man? The Black Priest was immediately attracted by the car-like robot, and even saw from it that it was a Ford car, "Do you all use such high-end old-fashioned farm tools?" ”

"Well, you're talking about the overseer, and the farm implements are the one." Qiao Shuya pointed to the small black dot in the cotton field, the man was holding a sack in his hand, desperately picking cotton, as long as he stopped a little, waiting for the chain whip in the locomotive man's hand.

Black Priest: "......"

These bikers are essentially creatures created by Joker's divine powers, just like real robots, only rigidly programmed, and now their program is the Overseer Cotton Worker.

"Do you want to see the soap factory?" Qiao Shuya said.

"Stop! If you don't explain, I know who is working there, and I think you should have a tattoo on the mustache before you ......" Father Black immediately interrupted Hashia's explanation, not wanting to learn more about the soap factory.

He suddenly wondered if he was in hell.

Qiao Shuya put his shoulder on his shoulder, pointed to the open space in the distance, and said: "In the open space here, I decided to plant a watermelon field, and then build a chicken farm next to it, when the watermelon supplements vitamins, fried chicken supplements calories, and this watermelon field and chicken farm are also contracted by you, how about it?" ”

Black Priest: "......"

Be a person!

The Black Priest already felt that there was nothing left to break his defenses, and he drew a cross on his chest, the Great Sage, who had now fallen into hell and was going to be in the same league with the demons.

But there is no way, please forgive the Sage, because he has given too much to this demon......

At this time, Qiao Shuya stretched out his hand against a sack and said, "Here you go, I picked a ton of cotton as I said before." ”

The Black Priest twitched, silently picked up the sack, and walked into the cotton field......

"Are you really picking it?"

……

Although it was a lot of fun, the cotton soap company was successfully built, with an initial capital of 5 million people, provided by the cathedral and 49% of the shares, and Qiaoshuya Technology was a 51% stake.

The main business is the processing of cotton and the sale of soap.

Although Qiao Shuya directly became the shopkeeper, he was only responsible for providing raw materials and collecting money at that time, and the rest was left to the church to operate.

And after almost everything is ready, Qiao Shuya is leaving Area 1, and he doesn't really want to deal with the rest of the mess here, whether it is the complete abolition of the hero group and the full responsibility of the Watchmen Association.

Or the struggle between the top leaders here, he is not interested.

The group came to the airport and prepared to go home, but at this time, I don't know why a large area outside the airport seems to be a marcher.

However, this parade seemed to be unstoppable by the Washington Police Department, and the marchers rushed into the airport in an instant, even occupying the runway and all the places here.

Everyone frowned, and the police in charge of the place immediately called and reported to their superiors, who decided to send more police officers over as quickly as possible to maintain order, and then ensure the smooth take-off of the plane.

But what everyone didn't expect was that all these people put up banners with words such as "Please inaugurate the Holy One as the Great President" and "Please take us to fight again".

The banners and slogans have a large number of fingerprints, handprints and fronts, as if they were thousands of blood books.

Both Qiao Shuya and the police, who were preparing to get on the plane, were stunned.

Qiao Shuya even looked into the distance suspiciously, and even felt that it was not a conspiracy of the Congress, but after thinking about it, it would not be any good for the Congress to stay here, and it would all be bad.

"Let me go, I'll get on the plane......" Qiao Shuya asked the people in front of him who were blocking the entrance to the airport.

There are also squad leaders and Xiao Ai behind him, who look like a family of three.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we learned that the Sage looks like he's going to be on a plane, do you know where he is?" The people marching in front of him asked Qiao Shuya.

"I don't ...... Dao," Qiao Shuya immediately showed a puzzled expression.

"Well, then you should go first." They seemed a little embarrassed and gave up their positions.

Qiao Shuya walked all the way into the plane with great difficulty, and when he came to the first class, he felt more tired than picking cotton with Father Black.

He came to the conclusion that he didn't know who leaked his itinerary, so that everyone in Washington knew that he was leaving today, but he didn't know which plane, so all the airports in Washington were blocked, and they were still the slowest airport blocked.

Looking at the tight crowd under the plane, Qiao Shuya really couldn't figure it out.

Fortunately, he doesn't show his face very much, and basically he likes to wear a fox head mask when fighting, or cover the upper part of his face with a hood.

So the Sage Qiao Shuya known to the world has always been a boy wearing a fox head mask, and as for their real appearance, they only have a vague outline at best.

"Mr. Bridge, why don't you go out and say a word, or they won't leave......" said a staff member.

Qiao Shuya: "......"

In fact, because he is not from District 1, he doesn't understand District 1's pursuit and fanaticism for lone heroes.

District 1 has never trusted Zhengfu, anyone and anywhere, they would rather believe in heroes than Zhengfu, so there are heroes here, there are militia organizations.

And everything about Qiao Shuya actually seems to them to be like a superhero appeared in the real world, and in their eyes, Qiao Shuya is a hero who smashes the plans of evil organizations alone and then saves the world.

In fact, Qiao Shuya's heart was just passing by and being bitten by a dog, and then he pounced on it and bit the dog to death......

Qiao Shuya looked at the crowd below, but actually felt that this was not a problem, and began to take out his new mobile phone.

In the previous battle, his mobile phone was broken, and he often had to put EMP bombs, so it was too troublesome to break the phone once, and now he is buying a new mobile phone.

Then he used his new number to add the mobile phone number of the Dreadlord who was half a terra away, and asked.

"District 1 president, do you want to be it?"

“Where？” The Dreadlord simply sent the word. (End of chapter)