My American magical life
Chapter 1115: 139: "Loyalty and filial piety are insignificant, only kill, kill, kill - 2

Chapter 1115: Chapter 139: “Loyalty and filial piety are insignificant, only kill, kill, kill – 2

But I will retaliate, I will retaliate with action, I will retaliate with resolute action, I will retaliate with persistent, unwavering action!

The future of America is closely linked to each and every one of us, it concerns everything we have, and now, standing at this dangerous crossroads, let those mocking and doubting go to hell!

Friends, stand up, raise our voice, the voice of opposition!

When America’s police agencies become accomplices to bureaucrats, when America’s police agencies lose the principle of their revered responsibility, we must stand up and tell them – STOP!

Stop!

Stop the spreading violence!

Stop the ever-expanding enforcement boundaries!

Stop the selective persecution of vulnerable groups!

I stand here, at the door of LAPD, come on, I’m not afraid of you!”

The reporters’ flashlights clicked furiously, some capturing the limping young man, some capturing Fidel.

Under the flashing lights, Fidel was bathed in illumination, as if he had a bright future.

Inside the LAPD headquarters building, in the sheriff’s office, Lake and a few confidants listened to Fidel’s speech via a phone call from the people below.

Because his subordinates were present, the sheriff’s expression remained normal, quite composed.

But inside, he had already cursed the ancestors of Field up to eighty-eight generations.

‘Alive dad, you’re not afraid of us, I’m afraid of you!’

‘What does it mean to stop selective persecution, isn’t that just a stereotype coming out of nowhere?’

‘Retaliate, retaliate, retaliate your ****, what did we do that you want to retaliate?’

‘What does it mean the police group has animosity towards you, before today I damn well didn’t know who you were!’

‘Riding the hype just to ride the hype, acting quite convincingly, you politicians are truly vile! Scoundrel!’

No matter how harshly Lake cursed, Fidel wouldn’t hear it. He was still speaking below.

“Mr. Fidel, you say the police concealed the number of casualties from the night the truck overturned, so what are the actual casualty figures?”

Handing over the knife, a standard knife-handling tactic.

In the sheriff’s office, Burns was nearly unable to remain seated.

“At least fifty dead! Fifty! To avoid responsibility, the police concealed the horrific casualty numbers!”

Actually, Fidel knew the real numbers – thirteen dead, two reported, eleven concealed.

But he decided on the spot to make a big splash!

He had obtained a chance that many spend their lifetime yearning for without seeing its door; the pity from above was so intoxicating, but Field understood better how shallow his roots and talents were.

If he didn’t dare to fight, how could he go far!

As a lawyer, he knew well the legal risks he faced by irresponsibly falsifying numbers, but he wasn’t afraid!

West State’s West Coast Redemption Correction Company already owned its private prisons, imprisonment for Fidel could even become a unique credential.

Once inside, who knows, he might have the chance to write “We Can Struggle Too”!

Fidel’s response was like pouring a pot of water into boiling oil, the crowd at the LAPD headquarters gate exploded, the sheriff’s office inside burst as well!

“Damn, this is slander!”

Burns, in anger, was propelled by his hips, leaping straight up from his chair.

“Shut up!” Lake glared at him.

It wasn’t that the sheriff was strong-minded and unworried, actually, he was also somewhat perplexed.

Fidel dared to speak too boldly, directly doubling the numbers fivefold, who wouldn’t be confused?

Moreover, Lake understood the composition of American police well, he actually wasn’t too doubtful about the truth behind this bomb Fidel threw.

What if?

It’s not impossible.

Noticing the sheriff’s unfavorable gaze, Burns wanted to explain, but Fidel started speaking again.

“A detective named Burns has claimed publicly that all injured individuals in the truck overturn incident received proper care, which significantly reduced their injuries, hence the low actual casualty numbers.

But I can confirm – in the two days following the truck overturn incident, San Rodolfo’s crematorium burned dozens more unidentified bodies compared to usual averages!”

Eleven can also be dozens, Fidel’s brilliant use of quantifiers here perfectly showcased the charm of journalism.

On the other side following Fidel’s dynamics, Cheng Daqi nodded approvingly in secret.

How should we say?

He’s not truly a straightforward person, but he indeed possesses political talent.

Lake motioned for his subordinates to hang up the phone; Fidel’s later remarks were irrelevant—this unknown small politician only wanted to start a controversy!

“Burns, speak up.”

Faced with his superior’s inquiry, Burns opened his mouth, unsure where to begin.

There was indeed concealment; he had concealed something initially, then Lake subtly hinted him to conceal once more, resulting in discrepancies between the numbers and the real situation.

But…

“He’s lying, there definitely aren’t fifty deceased!” Burns said angrily yet with grievance.

Lake shook his head, indeed, the numbers Burns reported to him initially were also false!

“Exactly how many have died?”

Burns nervously looked around at the people in the Sheriff’s office; apart from him, everyone else was brought in by Lake from the State Police.

He realized that once Lake solidified his position, he might be abandoned due to this matter.

“Eleven, the total number of deceased is eleven, Mr. Lake.”

The Sheriff closed his eyes, lifted his head, and leaned back in the chair.

He felt numb.

—————–

The light brown stone wall art depicted stories of Catholic saints, Cheng Daqi stood in front of it, surveying it carelessly.

He always felt like he was seeing religion through a fog, given the cultural barrier.

“Moses parted the sea, the waters rose high, forming two walls, and he led my ancestors to walk through it as if on flat ground.

Pharaoh’s pursuers were blocked by the waters, their chariots and warhorses all sank, unable to continue the chase.”

Wolf finally arrived, and the head of the Dracula Family noticed Cheng Daqi studying the mural, thus narrated the story recorded in the mural with a disgusting chant.

“They finally arrived at Canaan, the promised land flowing with milk and honey.

Everyone has their promised land.

To reach there, one must endure the pursuit of reality’s suffering and revere God’s grace.

Chan, you have a great disdain for reality’s suffering; they appear repeatedly but are resolved by you.

However, I have never seen any trace of God’s grace manifest in you.”

This was essentially an insult.

Wolf was quite blunt.

He was reminding Cheng Daqi not to be too arrogant.

“Having no faith might itself be a form of faith; rather than placing my hopes on an unseen distant deity, I prefer to believe in myself.

Of course, Wolf, if my answer makes you uncomfortable, I can also apologize.”

Cheng Daqi turned calmly, retaliating back.

Compared to God, I believe in myself more!

In Cheng Daqi’s narrative system, God carries less weight than himself.

These words, in a Western context, could be considered as ‘filial piety holds no merit, only killing, killing, killing’—blasphemy.

“God is not distant, my friend; when you learn to revere, he exists everywhere you can think of or see.”

Wolf said seriously.

No matter how debated, one cannot win this religious debate, Cheng Daqi chose to bluntly reveal God’s shortcomings.

“Reverence? All I see is God’s believers fighting each other for thousands of years.

Temir family has been lending at high interest under God’s name since Rome’s days; are you saying there is God in usury, that absolution tokens are filled with holy grace?”

The Church’s prosperous development has a realistic basis; believers immersed in scripture can cultivate their spirituality, yet grassroots churches needing to survive can’t avoid consuming worldly goods.

Church property and faith tax aren’t novel anywhere, Cheng Daqi understands very well how the early European Church operated.

Believers gain redemption from faith, clergy obtain power and wealth from faith, and the upper echelons aid their family in gaining eternal legacy through faith’s stability.

Everyone possesses a future they deem bright.

Faith is the ultimate form of ideological power, Cheng Daqi is well aware of this.

Wolf uses technical incompleteness to attack Cheng Daqi’s arrogance, Cheng Daqi uses profound insight to retort Wolf’s ignorance.

In this round, Cheng Daqi wins.

“Actually, I mean, absolution tokens aren’t necessarily a bad thing… Well, is there anything you need my help with?”

The head of the Dracula Family decided to give up arguing, as Cheng Daqi wanted to win, then let him win, as long as the benefits rightfully due are delivered, Wolf is happy to lick Cheng Daqi’s boots.