I'm not a savior

Chapter 266 Making waves in the world
Zuo Si continued to drive forward. In order to avoid harming the innocent passers-by on the street, Zuo Si had already started running towards the outside of the city. Of course, Zuo Si had already seen a lot of vehicles similar to military interceptors or vehicles on the road. Something like a police car is going to stop them, but it's a pity how can the creations of the mortal world be the opponents of Li Ke's black technology?Zuo Si kicked the gas pedal straight down, and the gods blocked and killed the gods and Buddhas.

One, two, three, four or five interceptors might have been crushed to death on the way, Zuo Si didn't know too well, and he didn't have time to feel sorry for the enemy at the moment.

It didn't take long, and under Zuo Si's almost wild driving, the car directly smashed through all the barriers in front of him, and ran smoothly from the city to the road outside.

Carmen has been sitting next to Zuo Si all the time. She is holding the tablet, looking at Leo and looking at the tablet, and she keeps muttering: "Why don't these guys talk! Leo is doing so well Now, Leo is working so hard for them!"

Carmen seemed to be arguing for Leo, and Zuo Si probably knew what was going on:

Although the fight was in full swing, although Zuo Si had already recorded everything and threw it on the Internet, although the live broadcast had already attracted the attention of almost everyone in the world-although all the conditions were met, there was silence. The majority is still the silent majority.

They can't talk.

No, they dare not speak.

Zuo Si estimated that at this time the official has already released "Terrorists have appeared in xx city. We have sent troops to encircle and suppress them. Residents are requested to evacuate as soon as possible." , Tell everyone: "These guys are terrorists! Look at how miserable my people are!" and so on.

Zuo Si has no doubt that in the impression of propaganda, threats and death are always the most capable of arousing human empathy. As long as Zuo Si and the others are portrayed as villains who do all kinds of evil at this time, then all the rest will be changed. Much easier—this is actually a kind of empathy effect produced by a threat to core interests, that is, the subconscious fluctuation from "someone has been killed" to "I may also be killed", and even many people None of them realized this, they were simply rendered, which in turn produced different mood swings.

They will gradually become disgusted with Zuo Si and the others' actions. In that case, no matter what Zuo Si and the others do next, everything will become a joke.

Zuo Si quickly noticed this problem, so after a little thought, Zuo Si decided to make a decision.

What he had to do was also very simple - he directly took the three top gentlemen to the knife.

Zuo Si drove with one hand, and poked a little tablet with the other hand. It didn't take long for Zuo Si to make something he wanted:

A comparison video of Leo dancing with those three gentlemen.

Zuo Si is about to flip the table.

——The other side has already sent soldiers to chase and kill Zuo Si, so Zuo Si doesn't care about making some big waves, anyway, he has already offended the entire military, and it doesn't matter if he directly offends those fans who account for 30.00% of the total population next time— —His goal is the remaining 70.00%, as much as he can save, and as much as he can get, flipping the table is obviously one of the fastest solutions.

Anyway, it's going to turn upside down, so let yourself make this place even more chaotic!

So Zuo Si stretched out his hand, and he pressed his finger on the send button.

And the moment Zuo Si pressed the button, a little bright red seemed to appear in his eyes once again.

Some... seemingly inhuman colors.

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In a flat room, a woman who looks about 50 years old is looking at the network in front of her. Her expression is very complicated and a little ugly.

Next to her, there were two women and a man who looked about 60 years old, and they all seemed to be looking at the woman in front of them.

This is a famous art professor who studies the development process of art. She is a professor of history and aesthetics. Her name is Maya. The comparison video came out.

Maya only watched the comparison video once, and she didn't watch the rest. She knew exactly how stretched the top three were, and she couldn't know how strong Leo was.

Most people can clearly see what this is—it is a pursuit of "terrorists", rather it is an absurd drama created under long-term artistic oppression.

Even if the dancer who appeared three days ago has won all the top promotions in the world, how many people can support him?

But why, most people are still willing to see him?Are you still willing to praise him?Are you still willing to stand by him silently in your heart when he is in conflict with the entire leadership?
Everyone knew that this was their silent resistance.

— But is silent resistance really enough?

Maya glanced aside. These were her family members, people who had lived with her for more than 30 years.

"I'm planning to go out, I think I can't stay here anymore." Maya sorted out her words, and finally, the lady's eyes became serious, "This has nothing to do with you, you... Just wait at home, I will definitely..."

"Come on, how many years has it been, I don't know you yet?" Beside her, another woman who still looks charming waved her hand, "The last time you told me 30 years ago that you were going out for a walk , and almost didn’t come back. Didn’t the old lady go out to find you? The trouble this time is obviously bigger than last time. If you go out, the old lady’s old bones may have to fall apart to find you return."

"But..." Maya obviously fell into silence.

She doesn't want her family to be hurt, not at all.

"Those three danced on the stage in a mess, without any technical content, and they were there all day long to hurt my eyes - if it succeeds this time, then we will never have to watch those things again. ——It depends on whether you win or lose.”

Listening to the words of this partner who has lived with her for more than 30 years, Maya finally sighed often.

But this time, she also became serious.

"Then let's go together—tell them what real art is."

(End of this chapter)