Chapter 141: Occupy Wall Street and let this fire spread all over the world!
Sunday, San Francisco.

Today is apparently a very rare day, and not just because it is a day off.

What’s more important is that several main roads in the city were congested on weekends.

More than 100,000 citizens entered here in a short period of time, and they all stopped here to watch.

They might be sitting on a bench eating hamburgers, or drinking coffee outside a cafe, their eyes fixed on the end of the street, as if waiting for some 'person' to appear.

The eyes of the citizens watching the scene only revealed one sentence: "That 'respectable' parade will soon arrive in their loyal San Francisco!"

Although all the media have remained silent on this matter for a long time.

But this did not prevent them from learning the news and knowing why this team spoke out.

As for those so-called "animal protection", "plant protection", "LGBT" and other protests, any normal American with a common sense will know that they are just shields used by capitalists to "divide classes".

The ultimate purpose is to numb the public and prevent them from delving into the real core issue of the Eagle Sauce.

But this team is different, their slogan is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Protest against capitalists! Protest against tax evasion! Protest against the blatant 'corruption' between capital and the rich and powerful!"

This is not just something that this team wants to protest, but also a "dark secret" that almost all ordinary people in the United States are angry about.

Since some people are willing to speak out bravely, they have to help out no matter what.

Nine in the morning.

When the huge crowd appeared, holding banners and various slogans.

The original size of more than 2,000 people unexpectedly doubled again, and 4,000 people turned into a "black mass" cloud that entered everyone's sight.

There was no noise, let alone any clamor from loud speakers.

They seemed to announce their arrival with their coordinated footsteps and waving flags in sync, using this 'silent' protest.

'0.1% of the people own 99.9% of the wealth!'

'99% of ordinary people provide enjoyment for 1% of the rich and powerful!'

'We want everyone to pay the same tax, not the richer the better!'

In an instant, bursts of thunderous applause rang out at the same time, as if it was the city's response.

(Aaaaaah…it’s banned again. I’ll use my imagination to describe the specific scene. It’s too detailed to pass the review.)
Next to the main road.

"Dad, do you think they can succeed? Fight against the 'capitalists' here in Eagle Sauce?"

A white young man looked at his father and asked with a frown.

"I hope they can succeed," the 50-year-old white man sighed, "John, remember, the various pharmaceutical, military, and financial complexes in the United States will sooner or later suck the blood of the entire country dry."

"But it's ordinary people like us who have to bear all of this."

These capitalists are like blood-sucking worms, constantly lying on the gold mountain of Eagle Sauce to absorb huge amounts of wealth.

As the number one developed country, it ranks first in the world in both military and economy.

The country has the lowest life expectancy, but the per capita medical, insurance, lawyer and other expenses are the highest in the world. This is simply a huge joke.

If one day these capitalists are unable to reap wealth from the global market, they will squeeze the blood out of the people in their own country.

however.

When hearing this, the child standing next to him smiled and said, "Why just hope?"

The white youth named 'John' decisively took off his clothes, revealing a red vest with a logo printed on it.

"What are you doing?" Old John looked at the familiar mark and pointed at him in disbelief.

John looked at the crowd in front of him who were "silently" marching. This was the party he wanted to join!

Little John didn't know who the organizer of this team was, let alone who the leaders were, but he only knew one thing now.

'This is what the Eagle Sauce hopes for! I want to join them!'

A few hundred meters away from Little John.

Outside an ice cream dessert shop, Lu Ze and Lucy also came to visit this "grand" event.

And what was very coincidental was that next to him were the long-lost Black and White Devils.

The duo of Buhler and Parker stared at the crowd in front of them with seriousness and nervousness, as if they were worried that any unexpected situation might happen at any time.

After all, this is an operation that has been prepared for nearly a month, and we can't fail at the last minute.

This was the first time that Lu Ze appeared in front of the two people in his true face, but they obviously did not recognize the person next to him, who was the "strange uncle" who guided them onto this smooth road.

At best, I think he is just an Asian who is curious about the "protests".

After a while, when the team of thousands of people had all passed through this main road, Parker and Buller, the fat and the thin, hurried to the next location.

They also need to observe the situation there in advance so that they can come up with various countermeasures.

Watching the two people's gradually approaching backs, Lu Ze's eyes blossomed with a gleam of brilliance.

I thought to myself: "It seems that this pair of black and white devils can go further than I thought."

"Well, they really need to stir up this stagnant water of the Eagle Sauce."

As long as it can cause trouble for the Eagle Sauce, Lu Ze is willing to do it, even adding fuel to the fire.

The more chaotic the Eagle Sauce is, the better it will be for the world. These thoughts flashed through his mind.

Looking at Lucy who was still 'offline' next to her, it was obvious that after watching the parade, she was daydreaming and no one knew what she was thinking about.

Lu Ze pulled her cheek and said, "Let's go. Didn't you say we were going to the amusement park?"

"Oh yeah, let's go quickly." Lucy was forced to turn on the phone and finally came back to her senses.

This time, the two people's main purpose was not to watch this "protest march", but to take advantage of Sunday to come to the busiest city in the Bay Area and have a good time.

After all, the last few times Lu Ze came to San Francisco, he was here to do various things.

Either go to watch the Navy Open Day or apply for a passport visa for Lucy. Now, taking advantage of this rare opportunity where he doesn't have to think about "copying something", Lu Ze wants to take a good look around this big city.

When Lucy heard the news, she naturally felt obliged to come along.

If Lucy is Lu Ze's only friend in the LLNL laboratory, then he is also Lucy's only 'true friend'.

After all, in the laboratory, there are very few people who can get along with her without caring about her identity.

And Lucy didn't need a companion who only knew how to flatter her. She had long been disgusted with that kind of environment, so she came to the LLNL laboratory to be an 'ordinary' graduate student.

The two of them walked away hand in hand, and the main road returned to silence.

In the afternoon.

In the city of San Francisco, at a large-scale holiday amusement park.

Lucy was riding a carousel, her excited and joyful laughter echoing around her.

Gazing at this beautiful scene, Lu Ze glanced at the information displayed on the light screen above his eyeballs.

[Copy times: 0!] (Refresh cooldown countdown: three weeks.)
I sighed inwardly: "It seems that I should use this 'multiply copy' function less often in the future."

'This cooldown time is too long'

Although, this 'double copy' permission is very good. When you come across good things, you can use the number of copies in the next month to get double the reward.

But it also brings up a huge problem: what if he happens to encounter a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier within the next month?
Wouldn't it be like 'going to a mountain of treasure but coming back empty-handed'? It would make you so angry that you die!

Therefore, the number of subsequent replications should be reduced if possible, and 'multiple replication' should be avoided if possible, unless it is a technological product such as an amphibious assault ship that has to be 'multiplied'.

Just as Lu Ze was thinking about this, he suddenly felt someone pulling him up.

I felt a series of soft and delicate touches on my hands, and Lucy's voice came to my ears: "Come on, let's play together!"

She held Lu Ze's hand, and the two of them sat on a wooden horse together.

Then, it began to rotate slowly.

"Lucy, this really won't break down?" Lu Ze frowned and asked worriedly.

"No, how much do you weigh?"

Lucy denied it firmly.

She thought that Lu Ze was worried that the combined weight of the two of them would crush the machine.

only.

Lu Ze obviously didn’t think there was anything wrong with his weight. He held Lucy’s waist tightly with both hands and said, “I mean, are you too heavy?”

Although Lucy is very thin, her problem is that the right curvy parts are too curvy.

With that extraordinary talent, Lu Ze could even feel the jealous gazes from the women next to him.

Just with her leaning on me like this, I can feel the weight coming from the front. How could it not be heavy?

"This wooden horse has a high load-bearing capacity. Don't worry." Lucy rolled her eyes at him and continued to wave her hands happily.

Considering the physique of the Americans, who weigh more than 200 to 300 kilograms, how could the load-bearing capacity of this carousel be low?

If this is too low, it is estimated that more than 50% of users will be lost!
And outside San Francisco.

The entire protest march has come to an end.

Buller and Parker stared at the dark crowd, and a fire rose in their hearts.

Although the march was successful, it also caused quite a stir.

But that's not enough!
This is not enough to make those capitalists and the entire Eagle Sauce make huge concessions for them, that is to say, they need to ignite a more intense fire!

In a secret meeting attended by only a dozen people.

Buller looked at this group of first-level propaganda cadres and asked a question with a serious look: "Let me ask you, where are those capitalists?"

"New York!"

Everyone responded without hesitation.

“Where are the capitalists most concentrated?”

"Wall Street!" echoed again.

"So, that's our next target.'

'Occupy Wall Street!'

Buller waved his big hand, his eyes fixed firmly on a certain place on the map.

This is the next goal!
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(End of this chapter)