The small disagreement inside the Presidential Palace had ended, but the officer on the Live Broadcast was still making his shocking statements.
According to him, the Federal Government and Congress were both rotten ruling classes.
They had never cared about the lives or deaths of the lower classes, wantonly trampling on other people's lives and dignity.
Countless people had lost their homes, jobs, and even their families and loved ones because of the Federal Government, Congress, a new policy, or a new measure! "...Over the years, the Federal Government and Congress we've seen have made far too many mistakes. Today, we've come here to seek justice for these victims—and for ourselves!"
The officer's voice was steady, without the slightest tremor. Clearly, he had an exceptionally strong mental constitution.
As he spoke, he pulled the Toothpaste Injector from his pocket, removed the needle cap, and stuck it into the muscle of his upper arm before injecting a little Special Painkiller.
He then put it back together and returned it to his pocket. "Sorry, this is a painkiller. If you saw my hand, you'd understand why I need it..."
The officer raised both hands, wearing an indescribable smile. It was strange, but at least it wasn't fake. "They tried to torture me into confessing and asked me some questions. For that, I paid the price of three fingers."
"This is the Federation, along with its 'thugs.' All those rules and regulations are forever designed to target ordinary people like us."
"They are the tools and methods they use to rule us, but they are absolutely not the boundaries of their conduct!"
"Next, I need to transfer money into these accounts. This is what you owe them!"
The officer pulled out a thick stack of papers. Each page contained forty or fifty account