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In the bright room, Playton was lying on the bed and watching the brand-new TV. He had to sigh that the Federation is indeed the most suitable country for people in the world to live in.

This is a country of multi-ethnic integration. You can see any race that you think they do exist in this world on the street. People will not let anyone breathe just because they have different skin colors.

This is just a good joke. After all, this is a free country, a fair and just country, and that kind of thing will not happen.

He once settled in Gefla. Gefla's situation was much worse than here. The arrogance of Gefla made them look down on all races except the Gefla.

They will give all kinds of ugly nicknames to the non-Gefra people they see. If you take it seriously and get angry, they will look at you with arrogant eyes and ask you in an easy-to-angry tone. Could it be you? Can't you tell that this is a joke?

If you continue to be angry, they will lash out at you with "the inferior species of the inferior people who lack self-cultivation, and they will never understand the humor of the superior people" until you are overwhelmed by their language or punch them, and then Was sent to prison.

Assuming you can bear their cynicism, they will call you by "nickname + first name", and finally become "nickname" directly, and it is still an unpleasant nickname.

But here, there is no discrimination. Everyone is equal. You can put up your **** to those well-dressed gentlemen and ladies without any consequences. You can also stand at the door when the neighbor comes home in the evening. Swear a few words about the governor or the president to get into the relationship, and you don’t need to worry that the gendarmerie will appear in front of you and hang you on the square.

With advanced technology and a more tolerant society, as long as you have enough money in your pocket, this place is simply paradise.

Preton felt that he should find a time to go to the countryside. The country's document management system is very lax, and there is no monitoring agency that will keep staring at the country.

He can easily use some means to stuff his birth certificate into the files of a certain town and make himself a federal citizen.

The money in his secret account is enough for him to splurge here for a lifetime. It's time to say goodbye to the past.

He picked up the hot dog and took a bite. The fragrant cheese and various sauces wrapped the hot dog intestines, which gave him the idea of ​​taking another bite.

Some news related to Nagalil is being broadcast on TV. The news says that through the efforts of Mr. President, the Nagalil Joint Development Company has recruited a construction team of about 35,000 people from the society and is going there in batches. Nagalil, help the people of Nagalil to get rid of poverty and hunger.

And Mr. President promised that they will open up more international trade channels and establish the possibility of mutual business with more countries, so that federal goods can be sold all over the world!

The people on the TV cheered and danced, as if the federal economic problems were solved overnight, and the personal approval rate of Mr. President also kept rising.

Prayton looked a little envious. In his eyes, the people of the Federation and the Federation are contradictory. They are very sad-most people have actually served the capitalists throughout their lives and helped them to exploit and oppress themselves.

From the time they were born, the fate of almost ninety-nine percent of them has been established and will not change.

But they are very happy again, because in this country, sensitive things such as identity and class are not as distinctive as Gevlar.

What class of people can enjoy what class of treatment, civilians will never be able to enter the occasions or facilities that nobles can enter, and they are not even allowed to use all kinds of daily necessities with some special signs and patterns, because they are exclusive to nobles. .

But look here, as long as people have money in their pockets, they can go to the places most of the rich and politicians often go. As long as they can shell out the money, they can enjoy the enjoyment of the small group of people at the top. everything of.

The contradiction is also enviable.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and Playton put the hot dog in his hand on the bedside table next to the bed. One of his hands quickly inserted under the pillow of the next bed and held a pistol.

In the Federation, as long as he has money, he can buy anything, including a pistol with an erased number.

The cold and heavy touch gave him a sense of security, and then the door opened.

The young girl walked in in plain clothes. She carried a paper bag in her hand, put the paper bag on the bedside, and then began to change her clothes.

She didn’t avoid the man on the bed, and she didn’t even close the window completely. She took off her coat, changed to a tube top, and then a conservative lady’s shirt. She was about to go to work soon, a job in a supermarket. Let her be conservative. .

Since Preton lived with her, her life has gradually returned to normal.

For some reason she didn’t know, her stepfather flinched in front of Prayton and confessed. Then Prayton and her rented a nice house nearby to live in. She escaped from the shadows of the past and started A new life.

During the period, the boys came to her once, but she was driven away by Preton. Then she took Preton to the street vendor who specialized in selling contraband, and got a pistol and some bullets from him. These are used to protect themselves.

And she, now looking for a job, is working in a supermarket.

Every day from 1:30 pm to 7:30 pm, the seven-hour working hours made the salary of this job not very high, but it was enough for her.

Being able to return to the correct path of life is already the greatest gift that God has bestowed on her, and she no longer asks for anything.

"There is some food in the bag. I may come back later in the evening. Today we are going to check the shelves. Everyone needs help." The girl explained a little bit to Prayton.

In the economic downturn, there are some "obligatory" labors that do not force employees to participate. This is the freedom of the federal people, but dismissal and layoffs are also the freedom of the company.

So whenever the supermarket needs to do something, everyone will consciously take the initiative to help, and does not ask for any overtime.

Prayton nodded, and the girl packed up the changed clothes, walked to the bed, bent down, and kissed him on the forehead.

At first, Playton was not used to girls using this gesture to express intimacy, because in Gevlar, kissing the forehead was a blessing given to family members by old grandmothers, godfathers, and patrons.

It is more like a symbol of mutual status between the dominator and the dominated. Prayton feels that he is not a dominated, but now he is getting used to it.

After the young girlfriend left, he turned his attention to the TV again. The Federal TV and the rich channels are really a **** good thing. Even people like Playton think he can be in bed or in the living room. Lie down on the sofa forever, as long as there is a TV and a phone.

"In a rotten country, people have lost the spirit of struggle and will only be content to enjoy the status quo!" Playton satirized the value of television, and then changed a channel to start a happy journey of shit.

After watching for more than an hour, the metabolic function of the body told him that he needed to deal with the excrement. When he got up, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the window, and then was slightly startled.

There was a black commercial vehicle parked across the road, and dark glass was also used.

Before coming to the Federation, Mr. Preton had heard this joke-"In the Federation, you can very intuitively distinguish the identities of the'policeman','federal agent','federal agent', and'tax investigator'. Even if they hide their identity."

He always regarded this sentence as a joke, until he began to truly integrate into the life here, he realized that this is not a joke.

The police will always pinch their waist to talk to you, because they will habitually press their hands on the holster and gun handle at work. This habit will be brought into life, whether it is at work or during off-hours.

Federal agents will always wear dark formal clothes, and they are almost all of the same brand and style of clothing. They will be very "reserved", in fact, it is a special kind of "arrogance", they will feel that they are superior. This feeling is cultivated in their work.

As for agents, they will try to avoid direct contact with you. They always have a thorough plan. Sometimes these thoughtful plans are too rigid, but they make it easy to expose them.

As for the investigators of the tax bureau..., if they knock on the door and you choose to be silent, they will first threaten you, threaten you in various ways, then smash the door, smash the window, and finally tell you that they will take force if you don’t open the door. Measures up.

Look, these people can be easily distinguished.

And the car on the opposite side of the road ~lightnovelpub.net~ It is almost no need to guess that it is the car of a federal agent, because according to the federal law, non-government special vehicles are not allowed to use dark glass, nor are they allowed to paste anything. Reflective ornaments.

This is done to protect police officers from being able to clearly and intuitively see what the people in the vehicle are doing, whether they are holding weapons, or whether they have been raised.

So when a commercial vehicle with dark glass was parked on the ground, it only took Prayton one and one second to know that it might be for him.

He was silent for a moment, then he fished it out on the bed, took the gun in his hand, went to the toilet and took a pee, then swaggered out of the gate and pointed to the commercial vehicle across the road.

For an instant, behind the surrounding bushes, in the bushes, and on the attic of the opposite house, some agents flashed up. They held various weapons in their hands at Prayton. As long as he had the slightest change, these people would shot.

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