Klee blinked and asked in confusion, "But... I heard someone say I was lying. Everything I said was true. That creepy man really did give me a lollipop, and it smelled bad."
Her mother's nose stung with tears. "I know, sweetheart. Mommy believes you're telling the truth."
Outside the house, more and more people gathered.
Driven by the herd mentality, uninformed passersby kept stopping to watch, and the circle around the house grew larger.
Klee's home was also in the center of town, with a main road right outside its door. Traffic was severely obstructed, and car horns mingled with the crowd's howls and curses.
Federal police officers had already begun arriving to maintain order.
But this was a small town on the fringes of the United States. Its federal police officers had long grown accustomed to the town's leisurely pace of life and had never experienced chaos like this. All they did was bellow at people to leave, without any systematic strategy for handling the situation.
People had a contrary streak, and the more the officers did this, the more chaotic the scene became.
"Shit, asshole, why the hell are you shoving me?"
"Buddy, so many people are shoving you. Why single me out?"
"You two fucking assholes up front, duck your heads. I'm throwing rocks in there, and I don't want to kill you bastards."
The people of the United States began showing their "highly civilized" side.
They seemed extremely angry over what Vought and Homelander had done.
But honestly, how many of them were genuinely protesting an injustice?
The incident had only been brewing for a single night. Vought had yet to announce the truth, but all sorts of speculation were already flying around online. With someone behind the scenes deliberately fanning the flames, public discourse grew