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silence.

Quiet.

This silence was keenly perceived by Julia almost immediately.

Her voice on the other end of the phone suddenly raised a pitch:

"Navali... you, what are you thinking?"

For the first time, there was wavering in her voice, but it was not to herself, but to the other party on the call.

"I……"

Navali spoke hesitantly, he felt as if his heart was being gouged out by a knife, but despite this, he continued intermittently:

"Julia... I think it's better not to take too drastic actions... If Mr. Masip is still around, he will also worry about us... and the power of the FBI and LAPD is so huge, it might be dangerous to confront them head-on. What a mistake, we can use judicial channels..."

Navalli's voice became weaker and weaker. Although Julia on the other end of the phone was listening quietly, he had no confidence.

a long time.

When he racked his brains and couldn't say a word, Julia's voice came again:

"I see, Navalli."

It was the first time she became so cold in front of Navalli.

"Ask for your help was a mistake - I should have known it from the start. Sorry to bother you, thanks for calling, bye."

The busy tone of "beep" came.

Navalli leaned against the wall of the bathroom and sat there for several minutes.

He clenched his phone tightly and wanted to call back the call just now, but in the end he still didn't take any action.

Navalli struggled to get up from the ground, washed his face again, leaned on the wall step by step, and returned to his bedroom.

Sitting in front of the computer screen again, Navali's eyes hardened.

He switched to the familiar dark web portal, and the deepest sea area in the online world reappeared in front of him.

"I'm sorry...Uncle Masip, I may have to live up to your last wish."

He said softly to the man in his heart:

"I will persuade Julia to take good care of her...but I may have to let go of my own safety."

The next moment, Navalli tapped the computer keyboard, and typed the same sentence in the chats labeled "Special Security Advisory Channel", "Internet Public Opinion Channel" and "Intelligence Tracking Channel" on the dark web:

"Hello, I have a deal I want to talk about."

...

In the headquarters of 'Unity Block'.

After hanging up the phone to chat, Julia's expression was far less cold than her voice.

She looked at the "disconnected" chat display on the screen, put away her phone, covered her face with red eyes, and buried her tears in her hands.

Right behind her, a pair of warm and powerful arms surrounded her from behind, and an extremely magnetic voice sounded beside her ear:

"Little Julia... I know your feelings, I understand your grief - but you see, even Navalli doesn't support your idea. You understand, it won't work...

Travis hugged Julia tightly, who didn't push away, still buried her face deep in his palms.

"...Even if President Masip is dead, the 'Unity Block' is still there. We should inherit President Masip's legacy and fight for the rights of ethnic minorities."

Travis persuaded patiently and gently, his handsome face was smooth and extremely moving. But at this moment, Julia, who buried her face in her palm, uttered some vague but chilling words:

"Uncle Masip never said he was fighting for the rights of minorities."

She lifted her head, turned her head, and looked at Travis with scrutinizing, cold eyes, who froze for a moment.

"Uncle Masip has always felt, and did not deny that he is fighting for 'power', not 'rights'. The latter is right, which just refers to the ability to freely acquire and control all his wealth; however, the former , power, can shake the equal level of wealth distribution. What he wants to do is not the kind of politically correct 'rights issue', but to change the distribution of power in this country - the latter is what determines the social class of each ethnic group. Core."

She looked at Travis coldly, until the latter's back was slowly dripping with sweat, then she narrowed her eyes and said a word:

"Travis—are you happy that Uncle Masip is dead?"

"……What's the meaning?"

The moment he opened his mouth to speak, Travis realized that his voice was a little hoarse. For a moment, he tried his best to match the sadness in his eyes with the hoarseness, took a deep breath, and stared at Julia affectionately:

"Julia, do you think that I am the kind of person who can just sit back and watch a respectable elder die just to be able to rise to power? Julia, why do you distrust me so much?! "

He looked at Julia without giving in, his eyes full of grievance and anger.

Probably this emotion touched Julia a little bit, she first made a concession, lowered her gaze, and said to Travis:

"I'm sorry...my mood fluctuates a bit, because Uncle Masip..."

"I can understand that the death of President Masip has also caused a great blow to me-but I am also responsible for the work of the 'Unity Block'. I believe that there must be many people in the 'Unity Block' because of Masip I was deeply shaken by the matter of the chairman, so I can't fall down at this time."

Travis said sincerely.

Julia twitched the corners of her mouth and gave him a stiff smile.

"...Thank you, Travis. I, no..."

She shook her head.

"I think I'll have to go back and get sober."

She turned around and staggered out of the room at the headquarters of the 'Unity Block'. Travis didn't hold her back, watching her leave in a daze.

After confirming that Julia had completely left, Travis touched the sweat on his back and let out a long breath.

All the previous emotions in his eyes became indifferent, and he took out the mobile phone from his arms, and Travis made a call:

"Well, the situation report... After Masip's death was confirmed, it had a great impact on the 'Unity Block'... Most people here are still in shock and confusion...

"Oh... I understand... Don't worry, I will renovate the 'Unity Block'-it will become a harmless social organization...I will return to the headquarters after I retire...

"'Higher-risk subjects'? You mean... oh..."

Hearing the instructions from the officer on the other side, Travis hesitated.

Just for a moment, something seemed to be shaking.

But the next moment, his eyes became determined,

"There's nothing else... But Marcipe Senanese's adopted daughter, Julia, seems to have some restless thoughts."

What was said next, but it has become irrelevant, just some closing things.

Travis sat on a chair in the office and looked around the extremely cramped small office—this office was completely inappropriate for a large organization with more than 100,000 members and controlled hundreds of millions of dollars. In the cup in front of you.

In the coffee cup, Travis' expressionless face was vaguely reflected on the surface of the thick black coffee water.

He stared at the cup of coffee.

After a long time, Travis picked it up and drank it down.

Bitter taste.