Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

The furthest distance in the world is, of course, the distance between life and death.

There is nothing more distant than being separated from loved ones forever.

Because of this, this massive parade has stood on the moral high ground from the very beginning.

"The lives of civilians matter!"

"Find the executioner!"

"eye for eye!"

"The murderer pays with his life!"

"The world needs heroes, but not all superheroes!"

"A sharp sword also needs a scabbard!"

"Strongly condemn superpower organizations for ignoring the Superpower User Registration Act!"

"The world does not belong to monsters!"

"..."

All kinds of flags and slogans appeared on the streets and alleys.

In this so-called "free" country, people naturally have the freedom to demonstrate. Of course, the police also have the freedom to fire high-pressure water cannons, pepper spray, and tear gas.

Like all large-scale demonstrations that have ever been staged in this country, this massive protest turned sour within a few days.

As the saying goes, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds.

How can it be possible that among these marchers, who can easily number hundreds of thousands, every one of them is a moral model and a gentleman?

It is easy to fish in muddy water. In almost every city, when large-scale protests are held, there will always be a considerable proportion of people who are not actually here to protest.

They are mixed in and wreak havoc.

Such as beating, smashing, looting and burning, such as stealing, such as selling contraband, and even direct human trafficking.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they have the freedom and right given by God, and using this right to protest is a very honorable thing, so many people are holding their necks in embarrassment and are very proud.

However, in the eyes of some evil people, this group of people walking on the street is similar to a group of hyperactive sheep or gooses. As long as they have a little rhythm, they can ignite their emotions and make them feel alive. Become your own accomplice, and you can even get meat directly on the spot, rob them, steal them, eat them and drink them.

Anyway, the law does not blame the public, and the federal police do not have the energy and money to settle accounts one by one.

In every parade, the group of people who rush to the front and shout the loudest slogans are like aroused fighting cocks, clucking and charging forward, their necks filled with blood as they compete with their invisible enemies.

This group of cockfighting pioneers is of course the focus of shooting and interviews by various media reporters. After they expressed their views with righteous indignation, when they went back to watch TV, they found that they had sprayed wildly for 10 minutes, but they were only edited for a few seconds. Zhong went in without mosaicing his face.

Forget it, the gangsters who followed behind them while they were beating, smashing, looting and burning all had bulging wallets, and then they hid and enjoyed themselves leisurely. As for the blame, of course it was the group of "fighting cocks" who had been interviewed by the media. "Come and carry it."

No matter how righteous and noble your reason for marching is, once you are labeled as "robbery and destruction in the name of marching", it will be over, and all your efforts will become a joke.

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Qian Song's complexion was very bad.

why?

This was the first time he took Hu Qingqing out shopping, recalling the warmth and romance of the two of them walking together on the road in their previous lives.

But when he and Hu Qingqing walked to the street, they found that the whole street was full of rubbish—drink cans, fast food boxes, plastic bags, small flags, placards and banners that were trampled on, and more melon peels shell.

As for the shops and restaurants on both sides of the avenue, most of them have been smashed. Why do these shops choose to use glass doors and windows for the sake of beauty and transparency?

How can people go shopping in such a messy place?

Look, the three elves on Hu Qingqing's shoulders have already cast contemptuous glances at him, as if teasing him: "That's it? This is where you entertain our queen?"

Just as Qian Song was about to say something, he suddenly saw a golden-red figure flying towards the distant horizon—Iron Man is coming.

Landing steadily beside Qian Song, the nano-armor on Tony Stark's body automatically retracted into the reactor on his chest. He first took a look at Hu Qingqing, raised his eyebrows at Qian Song, and said, "Qian, Long time no see, is this your girlfriend?"

Qian Song nodded with a smile. Tony has gray hair on his temples, and he is really a year old.

"Come and sit with me when you have time." Tony was not saying polite words, after all, Qian Song had saved him once, "Okay, I flew to you at Mach 3 to ask you about something .”

"Tell me what it is." Qian Song nodded.

Tony hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Robbie Baldwin, have you met?"

The reason why he was so cautious was because a military satellite photographed Qian Song rescuing Robbie, the young hero who hunted down Nihuaren.

Comparing his heart to his heart, if he was being watched, Tony would definitely be angry, so he felt that Qian Song would be the same.

"That thing is of good quality!" Qian Song smiled and pointed to the sky.

"Don't get me wrong." Tony quickly explained: "The one watching you is not my satellite."

"Although Robbie is a little impulsive, I don't think he is a bad boy." Qian Song took the initiative to change the topic, and said calmly, "What do you want him for?"

"There's a hearing," Tony replied bluntly.

Qian Song laughed and said, "You can just say go to court? You... have you hired a lawyer for him?"

Tony looked into Qian Song's eyes seriously, and suddenly said, "Qian, I don't think you are the same as Steve, this world cannot be run by idealism alone..."

Obviously, Tony thinks that Qian Song, like Captain America, is an absolute "liberal".

"I am indeed different from him." Qian Song smiled and said: "I don't have as much control as him. I just think that no matter who you are, you should always give others the right to speak and the right to defend themselves."

"Qian, listen to me, that kid... is indeed a passionate and good young man, but his own shortcomings are also obvious. Do you know? For this show, he even invited media reporters. He is not You are as upright as you think." Tony advised in a low voice.

Qian Song nodded: "Of course I know what you said."

He knew that if all the superpowers in the world put on a show like Robbie, then all the chivalrous acts would become a scripted reality show.

As long as it is a reality show, it can be manipulated and arranged, just like a presidential campaign, just like a house of cards, it is pitch black and there is no light to see.

"Since you know, why..." Tony frowned. He knew how powerful Qian Song was, so he made the trip himself.

"Don't take everyone's suspicion, dereliction of duty, and all the long-standing grievances on a young man." Qian Song said: "Don't easily let others be everyone's punching bag, and let him act according to his own mistakes. , One has to say one thing, how to punish him, let him get a fair sentence, this is my position."