"Wade, have you finished your midnight snack?"
Faced with a dangerous mission with no real payoff, Su Ming called for his cousin. As an unkillable Mercenary, he should be sent to the most dangerous places to handle the most dangerous missions.
"I finished eating, sure, but why is it me again?" Wade had barely answered before hoping to rest a while after his meal. It was the perfect time to sip some instant noodle broth and replenish his salt and fat. "By the way, why are you going after the Crown? Doesn't it look pretty hot? After taking out CAAT, just seize it and wear it yourself later."
He still could not understand why Deathstroke had set his sights on that seemingly ordinary Crown, especially while an enormous shadow like the Firmament was staring down at them all.
"Because the Crown is the most direct manifestation of the concept of 'propaganda.' Only when the tide recedes can we see what has been swimming naked in the mud. Do you understand now?"
An imperfect example would be how people usually receive 'correct' information through various forms of media, through channels such as the Internet or television stations.
So even when they noticed that those channels were pushing 'correctness' and developed disgust and resentment toward it, their hostility was directed at those channels.
But were those media outlets conducting propaganda for no reason? What drove them to do it? Who provided them with benefits?
It was the Black Hands that could profit from 'correctness.' They provided benefits to the media and channels, and those benefits could take countless tangible or intangible forms.
Simply put, the media were those people's White Gloves, shields placed out in the open, misdirections that spread enmity around, or tranquilizers meant to numb the public.
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