The Supreme Court's declaration of the immediate repeal of the Patriot Act is like the sun dispelling the gloom for some federal citizens, and for others, it is more like the night covering the earth again.
Scenes of jubilant celebration did not take place in all cities, and in some places, angry Paburists took to the streets, waving their fists in protest, and even the Supreme Court's respected official Ho was even criticized and questioned on the Internet and in the media.
But at least on both sides of Rabbinic Boulevard, which was occupied by the silent march, around the crowded Supreme Court building, there was no clash of ideas or factions, and countless people jumped excitedly and shouted slogans to welcome their brave heroes.
The officials of the Joint Investigation Department, who had been waiting outside the cordon with gloomy expressions, had left in embarrassment amid the fierce boos and scolding of the people, the Patriot Act was repealed, and the federal political axe could no longer take coercive measures against the two journalists.
Editor-in-Chief Wood and Reporter Bob walked out to the deafening cheers of their hands and heads held high like heroes, and at the front of the crowd were their most familiar newspaper colleagues.
The reporters and editors of the newspaper in the capital special zone looked at the editor-in-chief and Wood, who had not seen each other for many days, and were excited and sentimental, and some of the female surnames wiped away the tears on their faces and forced themselves to squeeze out happy smiles.
Toris, Bob's full-time secretary, a woman in her forties with large, wavy pale blonde hair, sobbed and stepped forward and gave Mr.
Editor-in-Chief a warm hug with open arms, eliciting exaggerated laughter from everyone next to her and a strange smile on Wood's face.
With trembling fingers, she draped Bob's trench coat, and then she took a high-grade coarse tobacco from the box and carefully placed it in Bob's mouth.
Editor-in-chief Bob lit the coarse tobacco, took two puffs hard, and then handed it to Wood, who was full of resentment beside him, looked at the tear-stained face of his female secretary and smiled and said, "Don't cry, it will make people see jokes." ” "Hmm."
Toris responded with a crying voice, then wiped the tears from her face, naturally walked to him and stopped, and asked seriously: "Return to the Society" Editor-in-Chief Bob and Reporter Wood subconsciously glanced at each other, then looked somewhere on the other side of Rabbi Boulevard, which was also extremely crowded and lively, and looked at the young councillor who was surrounded by reporters and the public.
The repeal of the Patriot Act would represent true freedom The noisy cheers of tens of thousands of people around him made the two middle-aged men, who were known as the conscience of the federal press, frown at the same time, thinking of the terrifying noise of the cells of the Joint Investigation Department, and of the dull time of captivity.
They have not yet attained real freedom, because they cannot return to the newspaper office to sit at their desks and write editorials and do investigations, and once they leave this noisy sea of people that is completely inconsistent with the silent march, they are very likely to be assassinated, they will be in a car accident, they will be jumped off a building, they will be involved in a certain absurd criminal case, they will be mentally ill "Councilor Tai is very aware of the situation we are facing, so he has been silent since last night, without saying too much to us, and knows that we two guys who have been blinded as heroes must stay with him."
Editor-in-Chief Bob looked into the distance and said to Wood beside him.
"We're really helping with the momentum of the Silent March movement right now, and I don't mind helping them."
Wood gripped his coarse tobacco and shrugged, "It's just that I hate the feeling of being forced, like I'm still in jail." ” Editor-in-chief Bob said calmly: "Imprison the body but not the spirit, now that you and I can speak to the people, it is no longer a prison, and I also wonder if Tai will be the second president of Pabul." ” He turned his head to look at Wood, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You don't have to return to the society, pick up the pen, you can still take revenge on the society." ” In January of the 76th year of the Constitution, the snow fell intermittently, and no one knew when the crystalline snowflakes would fall from the lead-gray clouds again, and only the cold wind continued to blow.
In the cold wind, Tai Zhiyuan's thin body looked extremely thin, and his face became more and more pale, and the people around him couldn't help but be a little worried about whether the young councilor would collapse after coughing again.
Journalists who ran the political line knew that Congressman Tai was not in good health, but no one in the press knew the real reason for his deterioration.
However, for them, pity is the emotion of the fanatical public, but it is definitely not the emotion they should have for their interviewees, so they hold up the microphone and recorder and continue to ask questions without the slightest pause.
Tai Zhiyuan raised his hands and pressed down, signaling the crowd around him to be quieter, and then replied with a serious expression to the Post reporter in front of him: "Although Editor-in-Chief Bob and Reporter Wood have been freed from the ugly accusations of injustice and dishonor, and Political Axe must formally apologize and explain for this, but for the cruel and inhumane treatment suffered by the two during the interrogation of the Joint Investigation Department, Political Axe must bear relevant judicial responsibility." ” The Post reporter asked: "Congressman, you mean to pursue criminal responsibility, then which department will be involved in the indictment?"
"The Patriot Act has been repealed, and the Joint Investigation Department, which has dangerously high authority, has lost all reason for existence and must be disbanded immediately."
Tai's answer was simple and direct, and it was tough and powerful.
A male reporter squeezed to the front of the crowd and asked loudly with a voice recorder in his hand: "During the silent march last night, Da Vinci, the former seven group of officers, appeared on the podium and declared that he was persecuted by the political axe.
However, according to the military investigation, the officer escaped after killing his comrades on the front line of the Ink Flower Planet, and there are relevant videos, as well as many officers and soldiers of the New 11th Division, which can confirm that this person once colluded with the Imperial soldiers. ” "This man, Da Vinci, has been identified as a rebel."
"How are you going to explain the fact that a rebel officer viciously attacked the Union soldiers who were still fighting on the front lines at the rally, and shamelessly framed the federal government axe in an attempt to clear his own sin?"
The reporters present were well aware that the male reporter was from the Tribune, which was close to Pabul's political axe, but they were also curious to know how Tai would answer.
The Tribune reporter did not end his sharp question, and continued to throw out a fierce question: "According to the Choral Bureau, an imperial spy has infiltrated the Federation, and what does the Imperial side want to do when the federal political situation is turbulent?"
"You and your procession have seriously interfered with the regular operation of the political axe, and have caused great harm to the front-line war, is there any connection between the rebel officer named Da Vinci, the repeal of the Patriot Act, the Imperials, and this silent march?"
In the context of this war, any factor involving the empire will become sensitive and dangerous, hearing this reporter's question, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and countless pairs of eyes fell on Tai Zhiyuan's face.
Tai Zhiyuan squinted slightly, staring at the reporter with a slightly cold gaze, and found that the other party did not flinch, but with a certain provocative look, vaguely guessing that the political axe was looking for an appropriate time to promote his friendship with the imperial prince Xu Le, as the most powerful countermeasure.
"Da Vinci is a rebel" Tai Zhiyuan stared at the other party coldly, and his voice became sharper and tougher: "Then is he a rebel who has been fighting on the front line for four years, or a rebel whose legs have been blown off and will be disabled for life."
Without waiting for the Tribune reporter to refute, Tai Zhiyuan squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a chill: "I am a glorious federal veteran, and I have not only held a pen in my hand like you, but also a gun." ” "I'm not hiding in the safety of the Capital Star Circle, sitting on the couch with a pen and killing imaginary Imperial soldiers to love some people in the Federation."
Tai Zhiyuan stared at the reporter with an extremely ugly expression, and said word by word: "I have been on the front line, I have resisted the invasion of the Empire with guns and bullets in my hands, and I have killed countless Empire people who rushed in front of me."
"Those cruel and savage Imperial soldiers are not imaginary images that only exist in the minds of people like you, but live and real" "So what exactly does the Imperials want to do in that question, you should ask the Imperials, not me."
"If you and your newspaper try to connect me with the Imperials and insult the dignity and glory of a federal veteran, I will not hesitate to shoot you as I did with the Imperials."
The Tribune reporter looked at the thin young congressman in shock, a little overwhelmed by the sudden momentum of the other party, and subconsciously waved his arms and shouted to his colleagues around him: "He is threatening me, you see that no congressman actually uses threats to fight press freedom" He thought that the words "press freedom" and "threat" would easily provoke the emotions of the reporters of the week, but he did not expect to get only a nonchalant and mocking gaze.
Because he didn't understand that since he and his newspaper dared to insinuate Tai Zhiyuan with such a name of righteousness that was too sensitive to touch, then Tai Zhiyuan could naturally use this name of righteousness to make the most sonorous and even brutal counterattack.
"As for your statement that the federal political situation is chaotic and that the Empire will take advantage of it to accuse the people who participated in the silent march of affecting the war on the front line, I would like to give the following official answer."
The young councillor in the cold wind looked at the microphone and recorder in front of him and said solemnly: "If you believe Major Da Vinci's accusations" "Then you should understand that these things that the Federal Political Axe and some senior military generals did on the Ink Flower Planet are not squeezing, suppressing, or purging, and firing black guns behind the officers and soldiers of the brave and fearless troops who fought bloodily, this is a naked bloody murder."
"Here, I would like to ask all the people of the Federation to think about who is the real mortal threat to the current Federation with such political axes and imperial people."
The crowd fell silent.
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