Just as Hart was immersed in thinking about the future, thinking about the union's next action plan, suddenly, the old radio made a harsh noise, and then a special message from the infected person sounded.

The sound quality was a little blurry, with the rustling sound of old electronic devices. However, the cold news broadcast penetrated Hart's thinking and pulled him back from his thoughts.

[Urgent News - According to reports, Selena Lockhart, president of the Infected Neutral Federation, was killed in a terrorist attack at the Federation headquarters in the Manhattan New District.

Preliminary investigations show that the terrorist organization "Liberation Hoof Sound" is suspected to be the mastermind behind the attack.

When the attack occurred, President Selena was handling internal affairs of the Federation, and the explosion instantly destroyed his office. Relevant departments are launching an emergency investigation into the incident, and more details will be released later-]

Hart froze as he listened to the message on the radio.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and followed by a deep shock and anger.

His hands couldn't help but grab the armrests of the chair, his voice suppressed, and he murmured in disbelief:

"Mikhail... He's crazy... How could he attack Selena... That's the same type..."

At that moment, Hart seemed to have been exhausted from all his power.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Selena Lockhart, perhaps the symbol of weakness in his eyes, the representative of the neutral faction he has always been dissatisfied with, but she is also a fellow in the infected, a leader who tries his best to try to change the status quo in a gentle way.

How could Mikhail attack her?

He couldn't understand, and even felt extremely confused and angry.

Mikhail and his liberation hooves have done too many radical things.

Those bloody scenes popped up in Hart's mind:

In an attack on a large factory, Mikhail planned a terrorist activity on the grounds that the factory exploited the infected workers, and eventually the factory fell into flames and several workers were injured. In order to resist the government's policy of oppression of the infected people, Mikhail even attacked the government office building and used explosions to protest horse racing and isolation policies.

That attack directly caused casualties among several innocent people in the building.

But even then, Mikhail was not so crazy.

His behavior has become increasingly radical, and in a recent attack, Mikhail launched a terrorist attack on a national horse racing competition, detonating bombs directly in the competition venue, injuring dozens of spectators and infected players.

Although Mikhail believes that this can bring attention to the plight of infected people, it in turn has triggered criticism from many infected people organizations.

They believe that the practice of liberating hoof sounds is not only attacking the exploiters, but also hurting their own compatriots.

Hart recalled the reaction at that time, and many infected organizations said that Mikhail's behavior was too radical and even deviated from the original intention of fighting for the infected.

However, no one expected that Mikhail would be so crazy that he would directly kill the president of the Neutral Federation, a person who had been building a bridge between infected people and humans.

"What are you doing when you free your hooves..." Hart gritted his teeth, unable to suppress his anger.

Mikhail has completely lost control.

He is no longer the leader who fights for the rights of infected people, but has become a butcher who does not distinguish between enemies and me.

If this continues, it will only put the infected group in greater danger.

Hart was angry at Mikhail and the crazy behavior that fueled Mikhail and the sound of Liberation Hoof, and suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open.

Outside the rain, Sophia Williams walked into the house with her gun magazine on her back.

Lina hugged Sophia's thighs timidly, lowered her head, dodged her father's gaze, her face full of innocent expressions of fear of being punished.

Hart looked up and saw this scene, his originally tense expression relaxed a little.

He quickly restrained his angry expression, but his face was still stern.

He took a deep breath and said to his daughter:

"I still know to come back! Look at it, it's raining heavily that day. Don't you think it's cold? What if something happens and someone is arrested?"

Lina twisted her body and did not look up, as if she was startled by her father's tone.

Hart continued, "Your mother has been talking about you, saying that your grades have declined recently, and you are always naughty and go to peek at the game!"

His tone became even more severe, "Why are you so disobedient? If Sophia hadn't brought you back today, would you plan to stay outside? If it were later this day, your mother would be able to scold you when she came back."

Lina listened to her father's words and whispered: "I'm sorry, dad..."

Hart's face eased a little when he heard his daughter's voice, but he still said with a stern face: "Okay, hurry up and go find your mother, she has been waiting for you to come back. Don't worry her anymore, have you heard?"

Lina nodded, looked at her father timidly, then let go of Sophia's hand, ran quickly to the other side of the house, and went to find her mother.

When Lina's back disappeared at the end of the corridor, Hart's expression suddenly became heavy. He turned to look at Sophia, his tone obviously brought more seriousness and worry.

"She is still young and ignorant, but I'm really worried this time," Hart said in a deep voice, straightforwardly getting to the point.

"The quarantine area is so messy now, and the people outside are panic. I really don't want her to get involved in these troubles... Sofia, you should know."

Sophia's face became chilling, and her eyes were as ice as ice. She replied coldly:

"He killed Selena Lockhart. Before he died, Selena told me that the Administration was going to take over the racetrack. She also mentioned that the Cultural Committee was directly under pressure from the adult in Hell Kitchen and had to completely unblock the quarantine policy and withdraw their four Rangers. The cultural output strategy in the quarantine area was completely disintegrated. These are the policies of that adult."

Hart was stunned when he heard this. He knew that the adult had also heard of the rumors about Hell Kitchen and the Administration, but he did not expect the Administration's intervention to be so quick and decisive.

He thought about the sooner or later that the intervention of the Administration would come, but he never thought that this day would come so suddenly.

"Kurd and his subordinates just gave in?"

Hart said in disbelief:

"Just that adult came forward, just a policy, that they, the guys we regard as enemies of life and death, all crawled back. They... had no will to resist, and did not even have the idea of ​​lip service?"

Sofia nodded with a serious expression:

"They dare not fight against the Administration and that master head-on. You should also know that the master in Hell's Kitchen is the fourth sword-holder in the Kingdom of Heaven. His achievements and style of action are in Terra, and everyone in the new world knows. The fat and big-eared dead pig in Kurds has no capital to interfere or disobey the master."

Hart frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"This was a good thing, and if the Authority could take over the affairs of the infected, then our situation might have improved. But now, Liberation Hoof and Mikhail... they are crazy. I don't think they will be afraid of the Authority, or even that adult."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The ignorant is fearless."

Sophia smiled coldly, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes: "Mikhail and his followers have fallen into fanaticism. They no longer care who stands in front of them. Hart, this opportunity for change is our closest moment.

If the adult in Hell’s Kitchen could really admit that we, the pseudo-humans and the infected, are part of humanity, if that adult becomes one of the thirteen ‘World Supervisors’.”

"Then we will be accepted by the kingdom of heaven, the giants, and affirmed - they have to accept it."

Hart wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it when he spoke. In the past, he was always accustomed to thinking about all policies and conspiracies from the worst perspective, and always felt that the activities behind power and capital were everywhere. However, this time, he found that he had no way to refute this opportunity for change - the closest opportunity to truly change his destiny, was right in front of him.

He was silent for a long time and finally whispered:

"This is our only chance... I hope Mikhail won't ruin it all."

Upon hearing this, Sophia Williams slowly removed the gun box behind him and placed it in front of him.

Dong--

Her hands were pressed firmly on the box, her eyes were sharp and murderous intent burst out from her eyes without any concealment.

She spoke coldly, her voice piercing into Hart's heart like an ice blade:

"Hart, he doesn't have that chance."

"I will kill him. I will take his head and surrender to the adults in Hell's Kitchen."

Sophia's cold murderous intent spread in the air as if it were physical, making Hart feel his hair stand upright.

He had never seen Sophia like this, with the cold and firm determination tightly stalking his heart like an invisible iron lock.

His lips squirmed, trying to find a reason to struggle, but in the end, he whispered word by word:

"This... in the end we still reached the point of fighting each other... It was obvious that everyone had been for the same goal..."

Sophia was unmoved, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, so firm that there was almost no hesitation.

"Hart, among the four social groups around the racecourse, the pseudo-people league movement I led has decided to fully support horse racing. We will strive for economic success and social acceptance with the help of commercialization."

"Although Selena Lockhart, the current leader of the Neutral Federation, is dead, their internal structure has long been formed, and their path dependence is doomed to not become obstacles to commercialization."

"Now, only your union and the sound of liberation are left."

Her voice became deeper and deeper, with unshakable determination:

"I want to declare to you that the sound of liberation's hooves must be disintegrated."

"Whoever hinders commercialization is our enemy; whoever hinders economic reform must 'resignation'."

Hart stared at Sophia in silence, and thousands of thoughts collided violently in his mind.

He could see that Sophia's determination was unshakable-she had come to her and expressed her position clearly.

The thirsty throat made his voice a little low and hoarse, but he still raised his head stubbornly and looked at her unwillingly:

“If you are going to promote commercialization, I have only one condition—you must make sure that workers must receive the wage guarantee, working hours and vacations, and a safe working environment, and we… will never succumb to financial capital and violent power.

If the rule brought by that lord is more tyrannical than the Cultural Council, than Kurd and his scattered scatters-then the union, then the trade union may not be the next liberation hoof."

Upon hearing this, Sophia nodded slowly, and a trace of solemnity and determination flashed in her eyes.

"If he brought a more violent rule, I will arise and the opposite - even if it is broken."

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07:00 P Weather/High Rain

Hell's Kitchen.

Authority Headquarters, Hursey Remta.

The heavy rain poured down, and the streets of Hell's Kitchen seemed to be swallowed by the rain curtain. The accumulated water on the street reflected the complex architectural outlines, making the entire city feel as if it was reversed in the rain.

Located at the intersection of Eighth Avenue and 42nd Street, Hursey Rem Tower combines modern and Gothic architecture, with sharp tops and heavy stone-carved rain sinks, exuding a twilight sense of ancient and modern intertwined.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the rain was pouring outside the window. His golden eyes stared at the rain curtain quietly, his eyes were calm and deep, with a sense of thinking.

Squeak squeak—

The door outside the office was pushed open, and a figure in a white sweatshirt walked in.

The man was a handsome man who looked in his early teens. He had a pair of fox ears on his handsome face and a furry fox tail swaying behind him.
To be continued...