My American magical life
Chapter 90 - 90 18 The standard of justice has never been uniform

90: Chapter 18 The standard of justice has never been uniform 90: Chapter 18 The standard of justice has never been uniform The negotiation expert’s words had no issues.

The words of Ant-Man also had no issues.

Why did their words all sound reasonable, and each one more so than the last?

Because many things in this world don’t have a unified standard.

Especially after factoring in perspectives!

Regarding the same issue, the same choice, people with different perspectives might have different attitudes, different judgments.

This logic based on individual perspectives was ‘correct,’ at least to the people making those logical judgments.

The negotiation expert’s logic was based on a simple sense of justice: He’s just a child, why would you want to hurt a child?

Striking at the weaker, who lack the ability to resist, is undoubtedly unjust.

From these viewpoints, his words indeed matched the simple sense of justice.

But the kidnapper wearing the Ant-Man mask held a more realistic view of justice.

Ant-Man might not want to harm children, but he was unwilling to forgive those who enjoyed the benefits of evil deeds.

Thus, he participated in kidnapping the child of the Democratic Party’s major donor with the other kidnappers.

Regarding whether it’s just to strike at the weaker, Ant-Man didn’t respond directly.

He just used more intuitive examples to negate the country of justice put forth by the negotiation expert, denying the justice of America.

Is America just?

Go on, ask the people of America.

They all have answers.

Most educated Americans with their heads screwed on right have an answer.

Don’t the people of America know about the turmoil that America has brought to so many other countries?

Don’t the people of America know what America’s history has done to the indigenous people of this land?

Of course, they’re aware!

But the wheels of time roll forward, and individual thoughts are of little consequence.

As citizens of America, they revel in the various benefits this country brings them.

Maybe this country has many issues, but can they truly decide the direction their country should take?

They hate, hate being controlled in America.

Yet they also love America, love their homeland.

This is the true sentiment of many Americans.

They believe in justice in the world, but they have begun to doubt whether their country really represents the justice that politicians speak of.

When Ant-Man’s words, transmitted via radio, reached the police who were listening to the negotiation expert, those officers also began to ponder unconsciously.

Klauer realized that this was a big problem!

These robbers weren’t in it for the money!

If it wasn’t for the money, then there was a big problem!

As the commander of SWAT, he saw issues from a higher level than other officers.

“Get the tech department to block the internet service in this area; I won’t allow any information about this kidnapping to get out, do it now, immediately!”

Klauer quickly instructed his subordinates standing behind him, and then he sighed deeply.

The radio was still silent; the negotiation expert Tom truly had no way to handle the kidnapper’s questioning.

Because he was a normal, independently thinking American.

As the commander, Klauer had to take charge now.

“Talk to the robbers about money, see if that grabs their interest.”

What else could be done at this point?

Try tempting them first, then intimidating.

The American police force is strong, but they aren’t superheroes.

Even if Superman himself came, there were five superheroes on the other side; there was no winning.

The method of temptation is ancient, but it often works, and Klauer could only opt to try that first.

Hearing his superior’s command, negotiator Tom snapped out of his state of shock.

“Mr.

Kidnapper, the child’s father can pay you fifteen million Dollars in ransom.

Would you consider releasing him first?”

At the same time, the voice of Iron Man came through the walkie-talkie.

“Everything is set up, now let the Hulk take over your position.”

Hearing this, Ant-Man breathed a sigh of relief.

So far, so good, every step had gone surprisingly smooth.

There was no need to drag out the time anymore; Ant-Man also felt exhausted from acting.

“Tom, even your identity is fake, do you think I’ll believe your bullshit?”

The kidnapper Ant-Man’s words startled “Black” Tom, had he discovered I wasn’t black?

“Mr.

Kidnapper, are you joking?” Tom probed cautiously.

“Of course not, black people don’t speak with a London accent.

This is America’s West Coast.

West Coast black people don’t talk like you,

pronouncing every word so completely, your acting is too amateur!”

Actually, it wasn’t just the issue of phrasing that was problematic, the bigger problem was that this black man was dressed too properly.

His face was covered with various protective gear, and he even had gloves on his hands.

This tightly wrapped attire, combined with the strange accent, made it easy to see that Tom wasn’t an authentic black man.

Ant-Man actually didn’t care about the negotiator’s race; he had initially just wanted to use the race issue to buy time.

In this regard, he was no different from those politicians full of lies, using racial issues as a publicity stunt.

“I am certainly black, I studied abroad in the United Kingdom.”

Stubborn as a dead duck, negotiator Tom felt he could still salvage the situation.

After all, for this mission, his idiot colleagues had covered him in paint.

If the kidnapper easily brushed him off, that would be a huge loss.

“You say you studied in the United Kingdom, then tell me, out of Dublin, Nottingham, and Dunkirk, which two are cities in the United Kingdom?”

Negotiator Tom’s mind raced; he knew about Dunkirk, it was in France, there was a movie called The Great Retreat of Dunkirk.

“Dublin and Nottingham!” Tom answered confidently.

“Idiot, Dublin is the capital of Ireland!”

Ant-Man couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

Clenching his fists tightly, Tom wanted to curse but remembering his profession and the respective identities of both sides, he ultimately bowed his head in silence, swallowing all his anger.

“Come back, don’t embarrass yourself over there.”

Klauer really had no other choice, he planned to contact his colleagues to see if America had any black negotiators.

It was a case of grabbing at straws, since apart from negotiation, they had other plans to consider.

“How’s the tactical team coming along?

Is the assault plan set?”

Hearing the superior’s question, Klauer’s assistant behind him answered.

“We prepared four tactical teams, one will airdrop from the sky, just like that reporter, two teams will breach the walls from the back.

The teams at the back will breach one on the first floor and another on the second floor.

We have only arranged one team for the front to distract the kidnappers.”

The tactical plan was sufficient; Klauer nodded his head out of obligation.

“Have you estimated the potential casualties, like, how many hostages might die?”

“Sorry, sir, we still don’t know how many hostages there are inside the library.”

Not knowing the possible casualties, the assistant dared not make any promises.

As for the son of that important figure, it was even more taboo to mention.

Klauer was a smart man who clearly knew what his subordinates were concerned about; he sighed and dialed Tonks’s number.

Nobody likes to carry the can.

Especially for risks that are significant and benefits unclear.