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"Alex!"

Outside the Los Angeles Police Department, the mother hugged her son tightly with tears in her eyes: "Thank God."

A lawyer in a suit and leather shoes stood beside him, smiling quietly, watching the mother and son embracing each other.

Alex felt guilty because his waywardness had put more pressure on the already not rich family.

Looking at his sad mother, he didn't know how to speak for a while, and finally he could only say: "Sorry..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Mother let go of Alex and wiped away her tears, "It's okay, let's go home."

"Ahem." The lawyer coughed twice, showing his presence.

"Oh, Alex, this is Mr. Cohen, thanks to his help, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

"Hello." Cohen shook hands with Alex and introduced himself: "Neil Cohen, Watkins Law Firm."

"Hello." Alex was a little confused, but he stretched out his hand immediately.

After shaking hands, Lawyer Cohen handed Alex a business card, briefly explained some precautions, and told him that he could contact him at any time if he had any questions, and then he said goodbye and left, looking very busy.

Back in the car, with only himself and his mother left, Alex had a chance to ask, "Mom, where did you borrow the money?"

"A kind gentleman donated a sum of money to you, not only enough to pay the bail, but also enough to find a good lawyer."

"Donate? Who? Why?" Alex asked in confusion.

"I don't know, it was a netizen who contacted me suddenly through social networks, saying that he hoped to provide you with some help. At first I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect that within 10 minutes after reporting the account, someone called me Come in a lot of money..."

—— Yunmeng has no office in America. In order to complete the payment as soon as possible, he even contacted Cao Xin, the co-founder of Fusheng Capital who came to Yunmeng to try to invest in Yunmeng.

Although in the end they failed to buy shares, and even the two sides have not cooperated so far, the richest man Lin came to ask for such a small favor, and Cao Xin arranged for someone to do it without saying a word.

"They didn't say anything?"

"No, they only left one word when sending the money."

"What word?"

The mother was obviously a little confused: "Dream."

"Dream?" Alex turned his head sharply, "clouddream? [Yunmeng]?"

"What?" Mother didn't understand why he was excited.

"No, it's okay." Without further explanation, Alex hurriedly pulled out his phone, opened a group, and tried @other people.

Soon, people who were arrested and imprisoned emerged one after another.

After a little communication between everyone, things immediately became clear——

All 18 people received remittances in the name of "bail money". Even if the family can afford the bail, the 11 people who have already been released on bail have all received donations!

And all payments, without exception, left the word "dream".

"So, it was Yunmeng's money?"

"Lin You has been paying attention to us?"

"We can't log into the virtual world. Lin You is also very sorry, right? But the government doesn't allow it, and he has no choice but to support us in this way."

——In the eyes of most players and young people around the world, Lin You has a pretty good image.

"That's enough! Everyone, this is our battlefield, we must not admit defeat!"

"Calm down, we were just released on bail, not acquitted."

"It doesn't matter, we can't come forward, some people can come forward! In the past, they were only worried about being arrested, so many people dared not stand up. Now that we know that Yunmeng will provide support, we have money and lawyers, and we have no shortage of people who organize demonstrations!"

"Until everyone can log in to the virtual world and walk freely in the second world, our struggle will never stop!" A two-year-old teenager issued a heroic declaration.

"That's right, 18 of us fell down, and there are tens of thousands of us standing up!" Alex, a second-year middle school boy, was also excited!

...

Xiaomeng, who was drinking fruit juice on the small sofa in the virtual world, suddenly raised her head, and a tiny gleam flashed in her pupils.

Then he squeezed Lin You with his shoulder: "Master, the 18 players in Los Angeles have all reported to the Blue Bird that they are safe!"

Lin You looked away from Xia Yi's live broadcast and looked at Xiaomeng.

After thinking about it, I asked again: "What about the UK? Did their protest marches have any effect?"

The protest march in London, under the guidance of CC Game Company, finally turned into an outdoor rally and a virtual reality game promotion meeting. Everyone dispersed after eating, drinking and playing, and went back to their respective homes.

Lin You was a little curious as to whether it had any effect.

"Xiaomeng take a look." After a pause, Xiaomeng immediately said: "The press conference is in progress!"

As soon as the voice fell, a live broadcast window popped up in front of Lin You: the spokesperson of the Intelligence and Security Committee of the British Parliament was speaking in front of the camera.

What the spokesperson said was very official. Lin You patiently listened to a long paragraph of bureaucratic clichés with unclear meanings, until finally he heard a meaningful sentence——[The safety of related technologies will be further demonstrated, and will be Careful consideration of civic opinion and entertainment needs. ]

Then the press conference ended abruptly.

Lin You tasted this sentence, and quickly recalled: "Doesn't this mean that you didn't say anything?!"

"Enen!" Xiaomeng nodded vigorously in agreement, "They are playing tricks!"

"Spoofing" is a very polite way of saying it.

*

"Fuck You!!"

In London, England, Daniel suddenly jumped up from the sofa, yelled at the politicians who were speaking on the TV, and raised his middle finger angrily.

"Fuck your mother! Fuck your father! Fuck your grandfather!"

“FUCK YOU ALL!!!”

Daniel lost his composure not simply because the press conference made the effect of the parade completely in vain, but also because he lost to France in the national war just before he went offline!

What made him even more angry was that the French guy actually asked him during the game: "After this match, the national war will be graded. Guess, which grade will you be graded?"

Even if that bloody Frenchman called him the dirtiest thing! Even doing squats on his corpse! Never make him so angry!

What level will the UK be assigned?

The current national war points, the British ranking has fallen behind to 22nd!

Do you even have to guess?

Definitely t3, the most rubbish level!

And France, actually ranked 6th!

Burning with rage, but speechless, Daniel forcibly retreated off the assembly line on the spot.

As a result, I saw this news when I got off the line, telling him that the demonstrations were invalid and deserved to be assigned to t3, and they are not even worthy of being France's opponents in the future!

Daniel's mentality exploded on the spot, and he even wanted to go to the parliament building to splash paint!

"No! We need protests! Bigger, tougher protests!"

"Our voice must be heard and heeded by the government!"

Thank you Qiqi for looking at my 534 reward points!