Chapter 174(2/3)
There is a cold joke here:
If there are three people on the road, they will go on the road with guns on their backs.
A white man, a black man, and an Asian man.
The police stepped forward to inquire.
They would ask white people politely, directly draw guns to black people, let them lie down and then ask questions, and to Asians, they would carefully check whether they could find excuses and make some money and income-generating reasonable and legal.
Although not absolute.
But this cold joke also shows that the black group is indeed unpopular on the police and there are many more discriminations than in other industries.
So the experience of salad.
It not only aroused the empathy of watching black people on TV, but also made all the black families and individuals who saw this interview in front of the TV feel angry.
The end of the interview.
The female reporter asked: "Madam, do you seem to be a single mother? We sympathize with your experience. If you need it, we can provide you with some help in terms of finance, welfare, etc."
Salad, surrounded by a group of black people, said helplessly:
"Thanks.
The reason why I am so sad is not only because of my brother’s experience, but also sad that the injustice we suffer!
Today is just my brother’s experience, but what about tomorrow?
If this continues.
I am very worried that my daughter will encounter even worse things when she grows up.
I am just a single mother with no relatives anymore, with a weak voice and powerlessness to change all this.
But I hope all black people can unite and give this a statement!”
"Yes! The white-skinned pigs in the police station raised by those bastards are unfair to us black people. We can't continue to remain silent!"
"I'm right, I'll bring my family to support this!"
"procession!"
"Demonstration!"
More and more black passers-by gathered.
The female reporter found that after the salad said the last sentence, something was wrong.
She quickly winked at the cameraman, avoiding the atmosphere of the blacks' beginning of fanaticism, and shouted in the noise: "We will provide this poor lady with some help within our ability, and will continue to track this matter. Thank you all for yourselves.
Watch.”
In front of the TV.
Everyone except Dean was irritated.
What is this to do?
Harry's face even more angry: "FK, these words are not something that a stinky bitch who hasn't even finished reading the book. I didn't tell her the exact time of Henry's death, someone is causing trouble!
”
Robert also calmly said: "When I was following Sala, I vaguely felt that she had been chatting on her phone. I thought she was seeking help from friends, but now it seems that she really has a problem!"
"So what?" Daisy shrugged calmly: "This is recording news. I guess this matter is already brewing. Maybe we will see the demonstration tomorrow. Now the headache is Meng En.
Captain and the others.”
Hearing this.
Harry and Robert were silent.
Daisy is right.
They were just a group of small characters, even though they were unhappy because they found out they were being used. Now the wind is blowing, and it is too late to do whatever they want to do.
The role of the small character has left the scene.
But the two were very unwilling to accept it.
Because they were not sure what salad wanted to do, they didn't dare to think about what kind of chaos would cause in Los Angeles because of this incident next.
This is a country with free firearms.
I'm afraid it will start to make a fuss.
All police officers in Los Angeles must go out wearing bulletproof vests.
Robert seemed to think of that scene and sighed: "I didn't expect that I would experience such an incident personally, and it was the driving force behind the source of the incident. I hope there will be no fierce conflict at that time."
Harry pulled his collar open in annoyance, took out his cell phone, and was about to ask what salad wanted to do.
Sudden.
He stopped and looked at Dean, who was sitting behind them in surprise: "Man, you are not angry at the bitch of Salad, or even calmer at all?"
Harry felt that Dean was the one he felt most guilty about.
After all, this incident was entirely because of him, which involved Dean, who was originally recovering from an injury in the hospital.
In case of this storm, I need to find a scapegoat.
It's a coincidence.
Dean is also an instigator.
Harry's mind is relatively simple.
He couldn't think of something deeper, he only knew that he had to do something to relieve his guilt and anger.
Dean shrugged: "Things have happened, what's the use of being angry? It's better to give the person in the dark the most direct counterattack!"
"Strike back?" X3.
The three of them looked at Dean, not understanding what the counterattack he said meant.
Under the general trend, what can an individual do?
I am afraid that when I come out, I will be treated as unlucky people who are venting their emotions by those who are aroused.
Dean pointed to the office's calendar:
“Five days later.
The new Z-man team in Los Angeles took office.
I don't know if salad is the mastermind or the idiot who is being exploited.
But the Z Government of Los Angeles would never want to have a large number of black people on strike and march during the change of leadership, which would attract the attention of the whole of America.
The person behind the salad dared not do this.
Their actions today are actually to put pressure and notice to lay the groundwork for what will happen next.”
"Dean, I was confused."
"What's the matter?"
“What preparation?”
Three people, three questions.
"They want the Z Mansion in Los Angeles to help a pervert a pervert in Labama, and then let the pervert leave the prison with glory, regain his innocence, and become a legend among the criminals." Dean said calmly.
Robert shook his head directly: "Dean, those big guys need the most face. They can't break up with the senior executives of another state just because of a small murderer."
"Under normal circumstances, of course, this is impossible."
Dean stretched:
“This is actually a means of negotiation.
Give an example.
A group of people stayed in a closed room.
If you think the house is too dark, you want to open a window on the wall.
Everyone will definitely not allow it.
But if you advocate demolishing the roof.
They will think about where the windows are open.”
But Robert shook his head again: "No, I will just pull out my gun and shoot him into a sieve."
Dean: "."
You are so good at quarrels, why are you coming to be a police detective?
It’s better to go to the construction site to work as a high-income blue-collar worker!
Dean rolled his eyes at Robert and looked at Harry: "When I was reading the news just now, I called Holz several times, but he didn't answer. I suspect there is a backup plan on the salad. You can verify it now.
To be continued...