Chapter 105 It's our turn to perform his little bread, it's destined...
It's impossible for the military to be unaware of such a large ship flying overhead.
As expected, the superior sent an order: "Luhang, your coordinates are the closest, you must do everything possible to intercept the target ship, and reinforcements will be here soon."
"Yes, sir."
Lu Hang hung up the call, making sure he had cut off contact with the headquarters, and turned around to say to the aggressive mecha:
"Stop, let's talk."
Black Mask sneered: "I have nothing to discuss with you."
Just as the superior said, the reinforcements arrived quickly. The Luhang and the Black Mask were fighting fiercely in the air. The six mechas behind took advantage of the situation and raised their guns, bang bang bang, firing a burst of shots at the Black Mask.
There were eighteen shells, and the black-masked man dodged seventeen of them, but was hit in the flank by the last one.
Lu Hang frowned as he watched the black smoke coming out of the left wing of the black mask, and then he quickly fled towards the forest below in panic.
He turned his mecha around, blocking the six mechas, and said calmly:
"Please go and intercept the ship. I will chase the suspect."
The six military police officers readily agreed. In their view, the Black Mask was just a small fry and was not worth much. As the saying goes, to catch a thief, one must first catch the leader. Of course, the credit for shooting down a ship was much greater.
They also felt that Lu Hang was not competitive and was quite sensible.
The six mechas turned around and rushed towards the large ship in the distance, while Lu Hang pulled up the descending pole and went in the opposite direction of the large force.
In the fallen forest, he found the injured bird.
The left wing was damaged and the temperature control system failed. The Army Aviation pried open the cockpit door and a wave of steaming hot air hit them in the face. He looked inside and saw the person in the driver's seat slumped over the operating table, semi-conscious.
The G-force during an accelerated fall is enough to make a well-trained driver faint instantly.
Lu Hang jumped in without hesitation and picked up Black Mask by the waist. Bird bones are hollow, and Black Mask's body is much lighter than that of an ordinary alpha, so he had no difficulty in picking it up.
But when jumping out of the cockpit, Lu Hang's palm accidentally brushed against the back of the black mask.
Hot and sweaty.
Alpha's aggressive pheromones violently impact the nerves of the same sex.
A certain moment flashed through Lu Hang's mind. In the six-person dormitory after the holiday, the bed curtains were shaking, the lower bunk was creaking, the iron bed rails were hitting the wall more and more violently, and the sheets were soaked with sweat, but they were still dry as hell.
That was the first time in his life that he lost his mind.
But this distraction lasted less than a second. The mental stability rate of Lu Hang is 98%, and he can instantly regain his composure at almost any time.
The same goes for the black visor.
The next second, Lu Hang's abdomen suddenly felt cold, and the cold and hard feeling of the gun muzzle was transmitted to his nerves without reservation through his combat uniform.
"Go to hell." It was pitch black in the black mask, without any emotion visible.
"You should shoot first, then threaten."
Lu Hang snatched his gun away and threw it into the bushes. At the same time, the man with the black mask had landed on the ground, and he raised his foot to do a brutal sweeping kick.
The first move is a killing move.
The whistling wind brushed past Lu Hang's ears, which was extremely dangerous. Lu Hang took his time, grabbed his calf and pulled and hooked it towards him, turning hardness into softness, and wrapped the man to the ground and pinned him down with his knees.
"You learned your fighting skills from me." Lu Hang breathed slightly and looked down at the visor.
"Get out of here!" The man in the black mask's breathing stagnated and he struggled hard under him.
Lu Hang reached behind the visor and touched a buckle. Just press it and the mask the person is using to cover his/her face will be forced to fall off.
The buckle clicked.
"Shameless bastard!" The man in black mask got so angry that he actually used his leg bones to break the opponent's arm. He is the alpha, and his physical strength is not much different from Lu Hang, so this outburst almost broke Lu Hang's elbow.
"Hiss." Lu Hang let go in pain, and the black mask took the opportunity to pounce into the bushes without hesitation, reaching out to grab the gun.
But Lu Hang was more experienced than him and kicked the gun deeper into the ground. He stood in front of the black mask, his expression calm: "You hate me so much that you want to kill me right now?"
The black mask said sarcastically, "A tyrant's lackey should be killed by everyone."
Lu Hang was not angry: "I just want to ask you, how have you been doing in the past three years?"
The black mask was silent for a long time, and then he sneered: "I don't know what you are talking about, you got the wrong person."
"Really?" Lu Hang smiled helplessly, "You may not know that when you lie, your little finger always rubs against the palm of your hand."
The man in black mask subconsciously looked down at his hands, then his body stiffened and he quickly hid his hands behind his back.
You can change your name and your identity, but you can't change your habits.
The man in the black mask's breathing became heavier, and the inside of the mask was covered with moisture from his exhaled breath. In his increasingly blurred vision, Lu Hang remained as calm as ever. However, the more the other party acted like this, the more angry he became, to the point of hatred that his heart and lungs began to ache.
"I...hate you so much!"
Lu Hang responded softly: "Yeah."
"You are a good brother, a good son, a good subordinate, a good captain, and a good person in the eyes of countless people." The black mask's voice was tense, "You abide by the law, live a single life, have orthodox ideas, and abide by all the rules. You are a noble with a clean family background and have never stepped out of line in your life, so I-"
You and I have never been the same kind of people.
What's more, abnormal relationships between alphas have never been tolerated by the world.
"I have." Lu Hang suddenly interrupted.
"What?"
"The moment of deviance." Lu Hang looked at him, "To you."
At this moment, a strong wind blew overhead, and the cyclone it created made people subconsciously bend down to avoid it. Unexpectedly, the visor was blown away, leaving only a stunned face.
They were forced to face each other honestly and with their true selves.
Lu Hang couldn't help but feel his heart tighten as he stared at that face.
Three years later, he has become a little thinner, but still as tall and outstanding as ever. The blood-red nictitating membrane, the snow-white hair color, and the most special thing is the upturned tail of the eye, as if it has black eyeliner, which brings out a bit of charm.
Although he is an alpha, he looks too attractive.
It is hard to imagine that such a beauty could be born in such a barren place as Yexing.
Lu Hang recalled the past. Holding a treasure is a crime. If it weren't for her family's inherited beauty, Huo Yuan's sister wouldn't have been forcibly insulted...
After Huo Yuan left the military academy, he changed his name to "Kepler". He rushed to the house of a powerful person at night to avenge his underage sister who was harmed because she was forced to lay eggs, and thus became the number one wanted criminal.
I can no longer show my true face.
As I was thinking, the sound of the wind above my head became louder and louder.
Lu Hang looked up vigilantly. The source of the cyclone was two mechas flying rapidly. They should be follow-up troops coming to investigate the situation.
He acted decisively, picked up the visor with one hand, grabbed the person with the other, and pulled him directly into his cockpit.
"You must leave immediately." Lu Hang took out the mecha key and quickly instructed the onboard AI to verify the other party's biometric information. "Drive my mecha away. The military and I have internal identification. They will not stop you."
Huo Yuan subconsciously grabbed him and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"There will be a way." Lu Hang stood at the door, looked back and smiled faintly.
·
Government Office.
The monarch has been kidnapped and the entire political system is in chaos. The cabinet meeting has been going on for half an hour, and even though the cabinet's voices have been hoarse, they still haven't decided whether to make the news public.
At this point, all eyes are on the Office of the Chief of Staff.
"Master Heinz, the cabinet is still waiting for your decision. You see, the dignitaries from various countries have arrived one after another, and only the vice president of the federation is still on the way. Should we inform them that the celebration is cancelled and everyone can go home?"
Heinz simply gestured: "Wait a moment."
The deputy secretary's forehead was covered with sweat. What are you waiting for? This is really a big deal.
But the deputy secretary turned around and thought, that's not right. Since the leader was an intelligence agent, he might have sent spies to follow him a long time ago. We may be waiting for national-level intelligence now.
After a while, a subordinate knocked on the door and came in to report, "Master Heinz, I have found some clues in the place you asked me to investigate."
The deputy secretary's eyes lit up: As expected!
Heinz folded his arms, leaned against the mahogany desk, and stared at the other person: "How is it?"
The subordinate took out a plastic bag: "I found half a pack of tissues, three pairs of holey socks, a bag of potato chips, and——"
"Anything else?" Heinz leaned forward, a little nervous.
"And a paw cloth."
Heinz took the plastic bag and flipped through it with a serious expression. Indeed, there was no owl ceramic cup inside.
The young master took the cup away.
Heinz was suddenly struck by great joy. He hugged the paw-wiping cloth tightly and exclaimed: "The young master loves me, and he still loves me."
"Even if you run away from home, you must take our token of love with you."
The deputy secretary’s expression was indescribable: Is the leader a little... uh, wishful thinking?
Heinz folded up the claw cloth with great initiative and carefully locked it in the office cabinet.
Deputy Secretary: ...Lord Cade is treated worse than a foot rag.
As the top confidant, the deputy secretary was still qualified to inquire about the leader's private life: "Your young master and the rebels are gone, why are you so happy?"
Heinz said half-heartedly, "I should have been angry. But I figured out what Savva meant."
"Uh... you understand that he wants to be free?"
Heinz's face was full of intoxication. He shook his head and sighed, "No, he was trying to play hard to get with me."
Deputy Secretary: "...As long as you are happy."
He has to be understanding. After all, how can a worker these days not be crazy? Just pretending to be calm.
Heinz went into the private bathroom, washed his face, looked up at the mirror, and a trace of morbid bitterness slowly emanated from his eyes.
The young master is gone. No matter how hard we tried to stop him, he still ran away with someone else.
However, he had already anticipated the young master's departure.
Heinz knew that with his current power, he could easily run away with Sava, hide his identity, or live a stable life, and the young master would most likely not refuse him.
But after thinking it over, he still didn't want to do that.
No one knows his young master better than him. King Sava II has the blood of the eagle owl flowing in his body, and he would never be content to live in a corner in troubled times.
Heinz could imagine the scene -
The little hen eloped with him and stayed at home wearing plush pajamas, curling up on the sofa, eating tangerines and watching TV. Suddenly, the news broadcast reported that Bai Ling had attacked the core military region of the Capital Star. The little hen must have been so jealous that she would smash the remote control on the spot and blame herself for not doing anything.
Heinz couldn't bear to see the young master regret it.
Savoy, his little bread, was destined to spread his wings and fly.
Heinz murmured darkly: "Sava, as long as I become the emperor, I can secretly protect you from disasters and escort you for the rest of my life."
"I will be a beta worthy of the young master."
"Then no one will be able to separate us."
There was a knock on the bathroom door, and the deputy secretary said outside: "Sir Heinz, Marshal Golden Eagle has sent a message that the military has decided to set up an electric grid in the stratosphere to forcibly intercept the suspected ship and conduct a secret bombing on it."
At this moment, Cade's life or death is no longer important; what matters is the face of the empire. If a ship that kidnapped the monarch was released in front of so many people, how would the Golden Eagle and the military keep their faces?
It's a disgrace to the entire galaxy.
So we would rather kill indiscriminately than let them go.
Heinz wiped his hands slowly with a towel: "Did they say why we had to do this in secret?"
"It seems that because Bai Ling has a high popularity among the people, the military is afraid of causing public outrage."
Heinz rolled his blue eyes and said slowly: "Tell Marshal Golden Eagle that I was shot."
"Hmm? What did you say?"
Just as the deputy secretary finished speaking, a muffled gunshot was heard from inside. He was shocked to see Heinz pushing the door open, holding his bleeding abdomen, looking remarkably calm.
Heinz smiled modestly: "It's our turn to perform."
Since the Golden Eagle wanted to block the news, he made a big deal out of it. The more shocking the event, the safer his hens were.
·
The banquet hall where the state banquet was held.
Long tables that can accommodate 500 people dining at the same time are arranged around the venue. Although it was called a birthday celebration, the scale of this banquet was comparable to the centenary National Day.
Politicians from various countries sighed: "Everyone says that the empire has fallen into decline, but after coming here, we can see that it is still so luxurious. It is indeed a great interstellar power with strong financial resources."
"Of course. As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Just looking at this celebration, if it happened to a small interstellar country, it would probably empty the treasury."
Everyone praised: "It seems that Emperor Cade's rule is still very effective."
"Yes, Emperor Cade is much closer to the people than Isupalaiso."
As they toasted each other, they felt strange inside. According to the process, CapitaLand should come out and promote their business with them at this time. Why hasn’t it shown up yet?
At this moment, the gilded banquet door was pushed open heavily.
Everyone was startled and thought: Here it comes.
They stretched their heads to look, but were all stunned. The man had blue hair and was leaning against the door with difficulty. His pale right hand left a clear bloody handprint on the door.
He covered his abdomen and stumbled onto the podium. In front of everyone's shocked gazes, he tried his best to maintain his manners and said in a trembling voice due to excessive blood loss:
"Good evening, everyone. I am Heinz, the Chief of Staff of the Cabinet. I am sorry that His Majesty Cade will not be able to attend the banquet tonight."
The live cameras brought by various countries were all aimed at the podium. The lenses moved forward, zooming in on Heinz's pale and angry face, allowing his voice to pass through the microphone and electromagnetic waves to spread throughout the empire and even the interstellar space.
"His Majesty Cade has been kidnapped by evil terrorists, but please rest assured, our great Marshal Golden Eagle will definitely mobilize the entire military to rescue His Majesty unscathed!"
Praise to death!
The golden eagle, who was watching the live broadcast on the ship, had these two words in his mind.
"Heinz, that villain, ruined our business." The golden eagle pounded the table angrily, "Now the eyes of the whole world are on me. If Your Majesty makes the slightest mistake, I will be blamed by thousands of people."
It was obvious that Cade was kidnapped in the palace, so logically, Heinz should also be responsible.
But Heinz took the initiative and played this self-torture trick. Now everyone in the world thinks that Heinz was a loyal civil servant who fought bravely and ran out to ask for help covered in blood, regardless of his life.
In this way, Heinz earned enough fame, but he also smashed a boiling pot on the golden eagle's head.
"Civil servants are really just some insidious and cunning trash."
Just when the golden eagle was in a state of panic, Duke Swordfish suddenly sent a connection request:
"Don't worry, Marshal. If anything happens to His Majesty, it will certainly not be your responsibility."
Golden Eagle: "What does the Grand Duke mean?"
"Even if the shells hit the ship and caused your majesty to be injured or even killed, as long as the media is consistent and says that it was a terrorist who killed the hostage in despair, then your Excellency the Marshal can get away with it."
"In short, this is all the fault of the terrorists. When Your Majesty dies, the whole world will help us condemn them."
·
On major news platforms, hosts held the same press release and did their best to exaggerate the "terrorists'" brutality.
Bai Ling was not surprised. When he was engaged in revolution, he was often slandered by the unscrupulous media controlled by these aristocrats. He had heard words that were ten times more unpleasant than these.
My ears are callused from listening so much.
The news also included an interview with people on the street: "What do you think of Marshal Golden Eagle's rescue operation? Do you think it will succeed?"
A passerby casually said, "I think we should just do our best. The terrorists are so cruel. The news said they slaughtered the palace and killed all the innocent omega concubines. People like this might kill someone if things go wrong."
"What about you? What do you think?"
Another passerby: "Excuse me, I'm in a hurry to buy flowers. Tomorrow is my wedding anniversary. If it were a national mourning today, the flowers would definitely be out of stock."
The reporter was shocked: "Buy chrysanthemums?"
"Yeah, my wife likes it. Let me tell you, he has a lot of quirks..."
After asking around, I got all kinds of answers, but no one cared whether TGK could come back alive.
Bai Ling brought over the bottle of mineral water so that the tyrant could immerse himself in the people's sentiments.
The octopus fell to the bottom of the plastic bottle, completely losing its former spirit.
He finally saw it clearly. At this point, the matter has developed to an absurd level. All parties involved only want to protect themselves, and no one cares about his life or death.
He, the "great king", has truly become a joke. Without the emperor's hat, he is nothing.
In the driver's seat, Sava leaned back tactically: "A friend in need is a friend indeed."
The octopus retracted its suckers and made some strange sobbing noises.
The news camera turned, and in the picture, a warship equipped with machine guns was taking off from the airport. Its weapons and equipment were so dense that at a glance, it looked like a straw stick full of candied haws.
The host excitedly introduced: "That is the 'Destruction Class' battleship of the Swordfish Grand Duke's fleet, equipped with the latest condensed hydrogen bombs, which can fire 10 rounds in a row and destroy the enemy's armor in one fell swoop. The terrorists will have nowhere to hide!"
Sava got angry and started looking for the firing button on the console: "Who hasn't heated up their weapon yet? Come on, let's snipe at the middle gate."
Others snipe bullets, he snipes missiles.
Bai Ling hammered his chicken head: "Stop. We won't fire."
Sava was puzzled: "Why? Are you scared?"
Bai Ling didn't joke with him. He pointed at the flight path and said seriously, "We are passing through the center of the continent. If this ship hits us with a cannon, how many people will die?"
Civilians are innocent.
"You should tell them." A low voice suddenly came from behind.
Bai Ling looked back and saw Yu Chen walking through the secret door of the kitchen and into the spacious cockpit. He stood at the top of the stairs, smiled at them and asked:
"Welcome to supervise the battle, generals?"
Sava opened his mouth into an "O" shape, gestured with his fingers in confusion, and stammered: "Is it that, that... the big one?"
Bai Ling: “…”
Sava touched the back of his head in a simple manner and said, "You look so young. I thought you were an old man."
He said this smoothly and his face immediately changed color with fear. This is Isoparaiso. He said that he is an old man. Does he think his life is too long?
Sava stood up tremblingly, straightened his chest and raised his head, and saluted upwards in a standard manner: "Hello, your Majesty. I'm sorry for my words."
Yu Chen walked down, patted Sava's stiff shoulders, and said gently: "Don't be nervous, I won't use bird hearts and livers as a side dish as the rumors say."
Sava couldn't help but relax the corners of his mouth, and the tension in his heart immediately dissipated a lot.
It is impossible to say that you are not afraid when facing Isupareso. After all, the old emperor has a reputation for being iron-blooded and fierce. Even my grandfather is very secretive when he mentions him.
But I don’t know if Isupareso intentionally restrained his aura, but Sava actually felt that the old emperor himself was quite friendly.
He put his arm on Bai Ling's shoulder and lowered his voice:
"You made a profit, stinky bird. You won't lose anything if you sleep with him."
Bai Ling brushed away Sava's hand expressionlessly, "Shut up, you stinky chicken."
He brought the topic back to the topic, looking at Yu Chen with gray eyes: "You just said, let me tell them. I have sent a message to the public radio channel. I believe the military has already known that I am unwilling to open fire in the atmosphere."
"No, I mean, tell the people on earth."
An idea flashed through Bai Ling's mind: "You mean, give a speech?"
Yu Chen nodded approvingly. But Bai Ling thought about it for a moment and immediately denied it: "But the time is too urgent, I have no preparations."
When giving a speech, at least you should write the manuscript in advance, otherwise you will be in a hurry in front of the screen and the effect will be greatly reduced.
"The content is not important. What is important is sincerity. Sincerity is your most invincible weapon." Yu Chen said earnestly, "Don't treat your people the way a politician would. Treat them as people you would meet on the street and talk to them seriously."
"Tell them what you've always wanted to do."
"Use your sincerity to impress them."
The mermaid's deep green eyes were filled with encouragement and hope.
Bai Ling took a deep breath, and when he opened his gray eyes again, he became determined: "I know what to do."
·
The speech took place in the cockpit.
The little robot is debugging the equipment with a professionalism comparable to that of a lighting technician. Turn off this spotlight, and turn on that downlight, making sure the ambient light has clear layers, making the mechanical bird look bright and healthy, and resolutely avoiding the BBC-style hell filter.
"OK, ok, this is the angle."
AI's perfectionism is not satisfied until the picture is fixed in the golden ratio.
It instructed: "Next, I will be responsible for hacking into the screen inside the country. The time should be controlled within 15 minutes."
Bai Ling inexplicably felt a sense of excitement about having to defend his thesis.
He nodded and asked, "How far can you hack into?"
The AI gave a mysterious smile: "The whole territory."
·
On the floating screen with 5K high-definition picture quality, the scene of the "Destroyer-class" battleship chasing in a mighty manner is being played, accompanied by passionate music, which makes people's hearts boil.
But at this moment, the live broadcast suddenly stopped and the screens of all the stars in the capital flashed.
People who were making dinner, office workers looking at their phones on the subway on their way home from get off work, and high school students watching the news in groups at school, the screens in front of them all flashed for a moment. There were also the light-polluted screens of skyscrapers on the streets, shopping malls selling televisions, and the screens of movie theaters. All those densely packed screens of all sizes uncontrollably turned into snow screens.
The media and TV station noticed something was wrong and frantically called the director. However, the next second, their surveillance screen was also hacked.
They screamed and threw their headphones aside.
On the screen, ancient snow noise was jumping around, which was the noise that only appeared when the TV signal was lost in the last century. But soon, it returned to its pure color and switched to a bluish moon white.
Quiet and solemn.
On top of that white, a cross appeared, with a blue horizontal line and a red vertical line. They grow out little by little from the center line on the left and above, making people's hearts rise to their throats, as if it were the progress bar of life, symbolizing the time they have lived.
This familiar opening.
So familiar that it is engraved in the memories of three generations.
The whole world was in dead silence until someone pointed at the screen and shouted tremblingly: "He, he's back!"
The setting sun trembled and the earth groaned.
"He's back, it's him! That's the opening credits of Old Empire!"
Isupareso, the blue ghost that echoes across the land, once again looms over the empire.
However, unexpectedly, after the cutscene, what appeared on the screen was not the blank symbols and mechanical voice of YSUPARAISO, but a familiar face.
It is familiar because it had appeared on the death penalty list earlier.
The prisoner, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and stared at the screen on the wall in shock. That face, that person, once said to him on the field:
Prisoner, you are free.
"Freedom, what is freedom?" The high-definition camera lens reflected in his eyes, clearly capturing a bright highlight in his gray pupils. "Perhaps you have all had this question."
"In fact, freedom is an empty word. The answer I want to give you is cheap fruit, cheap housing, and free medical care."
"We need vacations, we deserve a pay raise, and we need to rest well. Why should we be grateful to the capitalists when we work six days a week and rest one day? Why do we work day and night, but they take 90% of the profits? Why is the winter in the capital so cold, but we go bankrupt because of paying high heating bills, become homeless, and freeze to death on the streets?"
"Because they are here. The rich and powerful, they would rather spend 1 billion to hold a birthday party, tear the money into pieces, scatter it in the air, and turn it into wine poured into the sewer, than even look at your situation."
"Think about it, ten or twenty years ago, we still had potatoes to eat and milk to drink."
"Now, what do we have?"
Everyone in front of the screen felt ashamed, but tears were welling up in their eyes. It seemed like someone had finally stood up and told them—
I see the suffering you are going through, and I want to give you a hand.
"No matter where we come from, we all end up in the same place."
“This is not a restoration, we are building a new country.”
Bai Ling looked at the camera, and at Yu Chen behind the camera at the same time. His eyes firmly told the world:
"Tyranny must die, because the motherland must live."
Yu Chen clapped his hands softly for him. The faint applause rang out during the live broadcast and was transmitted to the people through the signal. Immediately afterwards, more echoes were heard in front of the screen, one after another, roaring past like a tidal wave.
People couldn't hear their own voices, they just knew that they were opening their mouths wide and shouting excitedly along with their neighbors.
"I want to tell you that before we leave the atmosphere, no matter what kind of attack we are under, we will not open fire. We do not want to accidentally injure any civilians."
"Next, I will let the current emperor of the empire, Cade, appear on camera to apologize to you."
"I promise not to harm Cade, and I will release him as soon as the ship can safely make the jump."
What is justice? Justice is dealing with someone with fair means even though you have the power to harm them.
Everyone has the answer in their hearts as to whether Bai Ling is the "terrorist" as the media claims. As for those fabricated rumors, they became vulnerable and collapsed on their own in the face of his frank words.
"But after that, we will still use weapons to defend our own safety." Bai Ling had been in a state of high excitement and tension. When he said this, he paused slightly.
He was born into a military family and always spoke directly. He wanted to express that the battles that needed to be fought would still be fought, but he suddenly had trouble organizing his words.
Bai Ling's eyes flickered and he looked at Yu Chen for help.
Yu Chen pursed his pale lips and lip-read to him word by word, giving him on-the-spot instructions:
Virtue, without which terror is fatal. Terror, without which virtue is powerless.
When Bai Ling read his words, he felt infinite confidence in his heart. He raised his eyes and gave his reasons confidently:
"Because virtue must be accompanied by a sharp sword, kindness without an edge is useless."
Yu Chen slowly turned the gem on his thumb, his eyes lowered and the corners of his lips slightly raised.
Ten years ago, I lost the support of the people.
Now, ten years later, I want to help you win the hearts and minds of the people.
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