Juan recognized where the Ostrich MP was standing in the video.

Four years ago, he had listened to the speech of the candidate for election at that four-way intersection.

I remember that he was in a great mood at that time, applauding enthusiastically and shouting "humanity first".

But now that he saw this scene, for some reason, Juan felt a little disgusted in his heart.

"Time flies so fast. It's the year of the presidential election again. Juan, which party do you support, the 'Ostrich' Conservative Party or the 'Vulture' Falange Party?"

"As a Main Star person, I have always supported the Ostrich in previous years. After all, the Conservative Party is the ruling party and Main Star is their base. Everyone around me supports the Conservative Party. But this year I don't really want to vote. What about you, which side do you support?

?”

"I am a supporter of the 'Vulture'," Bernard patted the energy weapon on his waist, with a vulture eating scavenging printed on his jacket. "The Falange is supported by the military. As paramilitaries, we all support it."

Vulture'."

Bernard switched the video to a media outlet labeled "Vulture".

Juan saw a beautiful woman in camouflage uniform interviewing on the street.

She stopped a middle-aged man with scars on his face.

"Do you support the Conservatives or the Falangists?"

"Of course it's a spear, definitely a spear!"

"Can you explain your reason to the audience?"

"I am a veteran. I have shed blood and been injured for my country. You see!"

The man pointed at the scars on his face and leaned toward the camera.

Juan saw that the skin had scales like a fish.

"I was injured while conquering the rebel fishmen, and their genes were mixed into my body, turning me into this ghost.

"I hate those fishmen, but I hate the corrupt bureaucrats even more.

"They forced me to retire and refused to pay me the retirement pay I deserved!"

The beauty seemed surprised: "Retired soldiers should have retirement benefits. Why doesn't the conservative government give retirement benefits to veterans who retire due to injuries?"

The man yelled: "Because they said I am not a pure human being! I am not qualified to enjoy human welfare! Damn it, damn it! Go to hell, ostrich!"

"That's great! Friends, have you seen it? This is the current government under the Conservative Party. They are rotten, like a piece of rotten meat!

"If we let it continue to rot, the entire human alliance will rot!

“And what we have to do is cut this piece of rotten flesh away from our healthy bodies!

“This is what the Falange wants to lead everyone to do!

"Look at our emblem, it's a carrion-eating vulture. We just want to be like this vulture and destroy all those rotten things!"

"Well said!" Bernard applauded vigorously, as if the host on the other side of the projection could hear him.

Juan looked at the green hair reflected in the vodka martini and felt that he was no different from the fish-scale man.

"boom!"

The bar door was violently knocked open.

Stationmaster Soma ran in in a panic.

"Something big has happened! Quick, switch the channel to zf media!"

Bernard quickly switched channels.

The streets that Juan was familiar with appeared in the projection again, but there were no congressmen giving speeches, only chaos.

People on the roadside were screaming, and several bodyguards were running in one direction.

A beautiful woman was knocked down and her beautiful long legs were exposed, but no one cared.

"what happens?"

"Assassination! It's an assassination! The congressman has been assassinated!"

Soma gasped and sat down, asked the bartender for a glass of caramel-colored Scotch whiskey, and drank it in one gulp.

"What happened to this world? Why has it become so violent?!"

Bernard started the projection playback.

MPs wearing ostrich badges are giving passionate speeches on the streets.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed!

The congressman half-turned around and looked back.

Another bright flash!

The congressman's chest was blown open, and I don't know if the heart inside was scorched, or if it was just like that, black.

The congressman curled up and fell to his knees like cooked shrimps.

Then there was chaos.

Soma's whole body was trembling: "It's terrible, it's terrible! Give me another glass of whiskey, without ice."

Juan also held up the tagalog martini with slightly trembling hands and drank half of the glass in one gulp.

In the entire Human Alliance star chart, the main star's security has always been the best.

Compared to other planets, the weapons control on the main planet is very strict!

Even gunpowder weapons are strictly controlled there, and only adults with no serious criminal record can legally hold guns with their ID cards.

The National Rifle Association has made several appeals to the Prime Minister to relax restrictions on infants carrying guns, but they have all been rejected.

But judging from the scene just now, the assassin must have used an energy weapon, which is absolutely impossible to buy legally in any gun store.

At this time, clouds rolled over the savanna, and it suddenly started raining heavily.

In the dim bar, three humans drank in silence.

A portable projector on the bar played the details of the assassination scene over and over again.

In the evening, the information about the assassin, as well as the interrogation records that were supposed to be confidential, appeared on the front page of a media that seemed to have a backstage, and were subsequently reproduced by other media.

At the same time, various gossips appear on different platforms, and all of them are told in a precise and precise manner, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The three people in the bar moved to the restaurant.

Soma took a sip of red wine: "If you ask me, the fundamental reason is still different political ideas.

"The assassin is a retired veteran with humanoid genes remaining in his body. He is full of hatred for the conservative party who emphasizes that humans must maintain genetic purity."

Soma lowered his voice and added: "I suspect that the Phalangists are behind this. You know, energy weapons are not that easy to obtain, but for the Phalangists who have a good relationship with the military, this is not difficult."

"I think your accusations against the Falangists are unfair." Bernard, who was cutting a steak, retorted. "The media reported that the assassin killed the congressman for religious reasons and had nothing to do with politics."

"There is nothing that is not political, especially in a presidential election year."

"But what benefits can the Falang Party gain from this matter? The Conservative Party does not only have one candidate."

"It was a Conservative MP who died, not the Falangists. Could it be that it was the Conservatives who did it?"

"It's possible, maybe it's the work of the competing members of the Conservative Party."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit awkward. Juan, who was silent and just eating the food, silently withdrew his hand reaching for the oysters.

Soma changed the subject: "In the final analysis, it is the humanoid genes that are to blame!"

Bernard sprayed flesh foam and agreed: "Yes, there is no doubt about it. The media reported that the man had a large area of ​​dark green skin. Obviously, he was contaminated by Goblin genes."

Soma clenched his fists and said: "So I say, we must remain fully vigilant against humanoid creatures, and we must also remain vigilant against all humans whose genes are contaminated!"


Chapter completed!