Chapter 319: Finding Tracy

"Slave owner is also a profession. Aren't all people equal in the eyes of God? You can't treat me differently just because I'm a slave owner. In fact, think carefully about how many people I have sent to see God. God should be better to me. No matter what field, there is one thing in common, that is, the amount of value created. Otherwise, why does the Pope sell indulgences?"

Sheffield modestly compared the Pope to himself, although in his heart, he felt that he was much stronger than the Pope. Didn't the Iron Leader say that the Pope had several divisions?

The Iron Leader only said so, but the United States, as a beacon of capitalism, really did it. Noriega was surrounded by the US military in the Vatican Embassy, ​​forcing the Pope to teach people! The United States is worthy of being the winner of the Cold War. The Soviets just talked big, but they really dared to do it.

"Get down on your knees, you dirty niggers. Even God will not forgive you for your crimes now." In the wilderness of a small town in Cuba, several white men armed with shotguns were filled with righteous indignation and cursed the scum in their eyes. The guns they had raised showed that they did not want to listen to any explanation and only wanted the black people who knelt down and begged for mercy to go to hell.

"You obviously asked us to do this..." Several black people were kneeling and begging for mercy with tears streaming down their faces, hoping that a miracle would happen.

"Shut up! I'm going to kill you now!" The leading man fired without hesitation, causing one of the black men who was begging for mercy to fall into a pool of blood. He shouted to his companions, "Kill them..."

Bang! John Connor listened to the gunshots outside and remained indifferent. He looked at the woman in front of him who was slowly putting on her clothes, and a look of hesitation flashed across his face. He wanted to pull out the pistol on his waist several times, but he didn't do it in the end.

The woman in clothes in front of him looked pitiful, and her figure seemed very young, which made people doubt whether she was an adult. John Connor had done a lot of bad things, but this time, he was particularly unwilling. From any angle, this woman was a victim, but if the secret was leaked, it would be a big deal, and only the dead would not leak the news.

"Can you please let me live?" The woman gathered her messy hair and begged with tears, "Sir, I know it was you who saved me. Several criminals have been killed. Please spare my life."

"Come with me first, but I am not qualified to spare your life. Whether you can survive depends on the boss's will." Seeing the woman's look, John Connor said reluctantly, "You can only live if the boss is willing to let you go. Otherwise, I will still kill you."

John Connor finally didn't want to take action, so he controlled the woman first and waited until Sheffield arrived in Havana.

"Is this why you didn't kill people to silence them?" A few days later, Sheffield faced the senior staff of Black Gold Company and said, "Are you kidding me?" "Do you know how big of an impact this will have if it gets out? This is something that a joint company cannot resist. And you left me a piece of evidence?"

"Boss, this woman will never leave Cuba and will not interfere with your plan." John Connor hesitated and said, "Of course, if the boss has made a decision, I will still execute it."

"Boss, leave this to me!" Seeing that his familiar partner was rarely soft-hearted, Jesla decided to step forward and solve the problem. After Jesla led his men out, Sheffield spoke, "In fact, in countries like Cuba, human life is worth less than weeds. People die every moment in this world, either killed by others or eliminated by nature. It's not just Cuba, it's almost all countries in Latin America. You're used to seeing life and death, and you were soft-hearted this time. Maybe you should take this opportunity to retire."

"Whether you believe it or not, this woman's death is valuable. If this is accomplished, the South will be stable for decades, and perhaps the problem of black people can be solved in one fell swoop." Sheffield thought for a moment and said, "So, if you come back with me this time, the work of prison operation will be handed over to you. This time, all the newly contracted prisons will be handed over to you."

"Develop the film until it cannot be developed anymore, and distribute it until it cannot be distributed anymore. Don't publish it in newspapers. Write down the general meaning by hand and post it in white communities." Sheffield thought for a moment. If the first wave was published in newspapers, there would probably be a tail left. But there was something called a big-character poster. There was such experience in history that could be emulated, so it would be a waste to not waste it.

It’s been months since feminist activists began to expose the atrocities faced by black women. It’s been a series of twists and turns, a dramatic drama with both sides throwing dirt on each other, from partisanship to resistance to racial issues, which has always concerned many citizens, and now it’s about to usher in its final wave and enter the finale.

The most important thing is that all the citizens who participated, whether they brought in feminists, Republicans or white people, all thought they were very smart, but in the eyes of him, the slave owner, everyone was a fool. If it really ended like this, the real winner would be only him. It's really exciting to think about it.

"Don't be too complacent. Don't let anything go wrong when you're done." Edith Rockefeller sat down quietly and reminded him, "The more you get to this point, the more careful you should be."

"I dare not say that all people are fools, but the word "smart" has nothing to do with most people. Most people have the illusion that they are not wrong. Even if the consequences caused by their participation really occur, they will not think that they have done anything wrong." Sheffield raised his eyebrows and was very confident about this matter.

In later generations, there is a group called dynasty fans in the history field on the Internet. The fans of the Ming and Qing dynasties can be used as representatives. Anyway, Sheffield thinks that a truly powerful dynasty does not need such a thing as dynasty fans. At least the Han and Tang dynasties are not controversial. The generally recognized strong naturally have no dynasty fans. The more obvious the shortcomings of a dynasty are, the more controversial it is, the more dynasty fans it has.

The situation between the Yankees and the Dixies is now like that of Dynasty fans. They dislike everything about each other. The good things about me are really good, and the good things about you are definitely fake. Even if they are real, they are still fake.

The slave owner now had the opportunity to make these two groups that disliked each other work together on one thing, and of course he was very proud. "I forgot, I should have asked the victim's name. I'll give her a name, Tracy!" Sheffield slapped his head, forgetting an important thing, and spoke with some regret.

The whirlpool of public opinion has been going on for several months. After a long period of attention, many people have developed a certain immunity and automatically blocked related news in their minds. However, this time, in a white community in Atlanta, photos of black people committing violence against white women appeared, as well as protest letters left by black people, which completely made the situation out of control.

The environment now is not that of more than a hundred years later. White leftists have no soil to survive in this era. The only difference between the Yankees and the Dixies is that one keeps his dissatisfaction in his heart, while the other expresses it directly. In essence, both hate black people.

The photos of this girl named Tracy committing violence while locked in a cabin completely angered everyone. The out-of-control crowd took to the streets, using these photos that came from nowhere as evidence and destroying everything they could see to express their anger.

The anger spread rapidly like a plague in Atlanta, an important southern city that had been burned down by the Northern Union Army during the Civil War. The soldiers had a fierce hatred for this incident and attacked black communities and universities to vent their anger. It seemed as if war had once again descended on Atlanta.

From Louisiana to Florida, huge groups of people appeared in southern states, holding signs that read "Looking for Tracy," demanding that the state government give an explanation and bring the black criminal to justice. In many cities, KKK members gathered in white robes to incite hatred against black people. Order seemed to no longer exist at this moment.

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This incident even alarmed Washington and attracted the attention of the White House. This time, the reversal of public opinion directed all the blame at the black community. Since the Civil War, there has never been such a time when the Yankees and Dixies have such a consistent understanding. All means must be used to make these blacks understand what consequences they will face.

When Sheffield returned to New Orleans again, he could feel the tense atmosphere in the air as soon as he got off the dock. Police departments in southern states were working at full capacity to arrest all suspected black criminals and accept reports of all black crime issues regardless of gender or ethnicity.

"A reward of fifty thousand dollars is offered in the name of the United Company for the whereabouts of this poor girl." Sheffield offered the reward with a shocked look and tears in his eyes, as if he had just learned about this.

"William, you really didn't do this?" McHale asked hesitantly, his eyes full of suspicion.

Wiping the crocodile tears from his face, Sheffield said flatly, "How could I do such a thing? What are you thinking?"

A spokesperson for the United Company announced that a reward of $50,000 would be offered for the search for Tracy. This news brought a huge amount of attention to the search for Tracy. Everyone who paid attention to this matter prayed in their hearts that this girl who had suffered so much would be safe.

"What are you looking for? She's not even a citizen of the United States!" Sheffield sneered with inexplicable meaning when he saw reports expressing concern from all walks of life.

(End of this chapter)