Chapter 129-19: Declaration of War

Gabriel (hereafter referred to as El) never thought of solving the immigration problem on his own.

That's not very realistic.

Besides, he is not a murderer (in his own opinion). Since Caroline is with God, he should try his best to control his killing.

So he just went to a few gathering areas to deal with some human scum, spread some panic, and used it as his official appearance before hiding away.

If that important person had known better, he would have understood what he meant.

But if you continue to be stubborn
In a family.

El sat on the sofa, eating the leftover pizza from his host's house to replenish his energy while watching the TV in front of him.

What was being broadcast was an emergency press conference held late at night.

".A wanted order has been issued. Even if he is extraordinary, he has become our enemy when he murdered our people."

"There are rumors that this mysterious supernatural being was released by the authorities to deal with immigrants. Is this true?"

"Whose rumor is this? Let him confront you instead of using you to spread nonsense."

"So it's correct that the mysterious supernatural is currently targeting immigrants to commit crimes, right?"

"First, there is no evidence that he only targeted immigrants. Second, please remember that the people who are being hurt are your compatriots. I hope you can uphold the most basic moral conscience."

".I have finished asking my questions."

From the spokesperson's attitude, El could tell that they had no intention of compromising.

At least not on the surface.

El was thinking about his next step. Should he continue to take the upper-level route and force those in power, or take the lower-level route and unite those who have the same vision?

Are we really going to kill all those big shots and leave a paralyzed country behind?

Reason told him that this was not a good choice.

But killing one person to warn everyone might yield some results.

However, we cannot simply kill them. We have to expose their hypocritical faces in front of everyone.

".Mr. Olivier will give a speech at the Place de Tromso the day after tomorrow, but for the safety of the public, this speech will be broadcast live."

At the end of the press conference, the spokesperson suddenly said something irrelevant.

El immediately understood the meaning of his words. It was an invitation or a test.

Although he didn't like the big shot, he couldn't help but admire his courage in publicly announcing his appearance after he had clearly demonstrated his inhuman abilities.

Are you very confident in your defense capabilities?

El knew that the other party must have weapons that could hurt him, but he still decided to go.

This is a great opportunity, a chance for everyone to wake up.

Immigrants are corrupting this great nation, and patriots must act now or it will be eroded away until it is completely assimilated.

And he is the bell ringer.

The alarm clock rings.

Abdul opened his eyes.

The cell phone was the only valuable thing he brought with him.

The alarm clock above is the time he usually gets up to go to work.

But now, the boss will not leave a position vacant until he recovers from his injury.

Fortunately, he learned a lot from the alloy wrench and should be able to find a new plumbing repair company to work for.

"Who is Abu?"

A nurse came in and asked.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" Abu raised his hand. "Your mother is out of danger, she wants to see you." The nurse handed him the crutches beside the bed, "Do you need help?"

"No, no need, I can do it myself." Upon hearing the news from his mother, Abu took the crutches anxiously, but he was so weak that he could hardly stand up.

"Let me support you. The hospital is not a place to show off your strength." The nurse smiled and held Abu's hand.

He was not being stubborn, he was just used to refusing help from strangers.

But remembering what Olivier said here yesterday, he let go of the burden: "Thank you."

The nurse thought the man seemed a little strange, but she didn't care. She supported him and walked step by step to the middle nursing ward.

When he arrived at his mother's ward, the nurse brought him a chair and left a message "Press call if anything happens", leaving space for the mother and son.

If you don't count the patient sleeping in the other bed.

"Abu, Abu" his mother whispered his name and held his hand.

"I'm here, Mom, don't worry, I'm fine." Abu tried hard to smile and not let himself cry.

"Fahd," his mother called out another name, which made Abdul unable to keep smiling.

From his expression, the mother knew what was going on. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she lay there, and she patted Abu's hand.

"Don't do anything stupid. We are all sinners and pitiful creatures just like the murderer." The mother said intermittently.

Abu could understand what she meant. He had no impulse for revenge. He even felt sorry for the old man. The blame was mostly on himself.

He wasn't good at hating, after all.

"I have never told you about your father. Back then, he was too extreme. He believed those people and became an executioner. Now, retribution has finally come. He still couldn't escape."

My mother seemed tired, and after saying this, she gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Abu sat beside her, and his heart finally found a little shelter.

But at the same time, there is also a strong sense of urgency.

Disaster will not bypass you because of your suffering. He didn't know where the old man escaped to last night, and whether he would come back again.

Now that the building has collapsed, it is unknown whether the Martin brothers died inside.

What if he doesn’t find Brother Martin and keeps coming back to look for me?

With a hint of worry, he needed to return to his ward when the examination time came.

On the way, he met a few people from the same building who were not seriously injured.

"Is it too early to go now?"

"It's getting late. Look, people are already gathering. If you go too late, you might not be able to grab anything."

"That's right, I hope I can grab more cash this time."

These words sounded incoherent, but Abu knew clearly that they were talking about "parade".

What started as an act of protest against official injustice has now become more distorted.

It seemed like everyone was there just to join in the fun, see if they could get any bargains, and vent their negative emotions. There was even a joke where a protester got the reason for the protest wrong.

But who cares, as long as you can get rich.

For these low-income immigrants, not taking advantage of a bargain is equivalent to losing money.

Although you can't get rich overnight, if you are lucky, you can live a carefree life for a few days.

Abu asked curiously, "What's the reason this time?"

They looked at Abu, then at his injured leg, and one of them laughed and said, "Oh, are you planning to push the wheelchair like this? I'm afraid you'll have a hard time even grabbing a bag of potato chips."

Another person looked at his phone and repeated, "It's to protest the poor protection of District 17 by the authorities yesterday, which resulted in the deaths of many immigrants. It's on the phone, go check it out yourself."

After saying that, several people left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)