Wheels kept rolling towards Mexico City, and Ferin stayed for a day every time he went to a big city to carry out the so-called "propaganda of love and justice". Legion officials along the way didn't have orders from their superiors, and they really couldn't figure out what to do, but Ferin himself was greatly encouraged.

"Did you see? No one stopped us. That means public opinion is on our side."

"Those officials are even courting us, and we haven't had any trouble buying our daily necessities."

"The road is very smooth, and reporters from all over are behind us. It feels great to be a celebrity."

Ferring converted the container truck he bought into a wagon. The living facilities in the car were very complete, and the days along the way were very comfortable. At this moment, he is constantly publishing his own column via satellite, informing everyone who is following him in North America-I will enter Mexico City on behalf of the North American people!

"Raul, you must be more handsome by that time. I want to show my calmness in the face of the dictator tyrant. I have a comprehensive solution to the situation facing me.

I think Victor Hugo is unlikely to throw me into prison, because I came with an olive branch, peace and equality are my wings, and persecution is tantamount to persecution of everyone in North America.

I don't think Victor Hugo will ever refuse to meet me again, which will affect his image. If he refuses, he should have stopped me long ago, instead of letting me come all the way.

I think Victor Hugo's greatest possibility is to engage in fierce verbal confrontation with me during the meeting, and I think he should also be ready. So I'm thinking of being more intense or gentle when asking questions?

But no matter how he responds, I will let him show his stubborn, cruel and brutal side to the world. If he compromises with me, I happen to tell the world that this tyrant is not terrible at all. "

Ferring kept simulating the process of meeting Victor Hugo. He referred to this meeting as the ‘century meeting’ that created history, and he became more and more confident in himself, even excitedly unable to sleep all night.

Propaganda trucks eventually drove all the way into Mexico City. When the speed decreases, Ferin can leisurely see the city under construction through the window. People on both sides of the road were really curious about this weird visitor, and many people paid attention to it.

"Well, get off and get off the car." Ferling got out of the car with great energy, and instructed a dozen or so minions to tear a banner with a slogan on it, while holding up a few banners. He watched passersby slowly approaching from the surrounding roads, and secretly said, "This city will be the beginning of my legend."

The big horn on the truck was removed and someone lifted it. Feilin stood behind the banner, holding the loudspeaker microphone in one hand and the banner in the other. In front of it is the cameraman Raul, who is carrying the camera on the road, leaving a video record of this epic action.

Ready together, go!

Firing held the microphone and shouted, "Citizens of the Aurora Corps, I'm Firing from the New York Brotherhood. I came with a desire for peace ..."

Large decibels spread far enough that they can be heard within two or three kilometers. Ferring will walk to the Aurora Corps headquarters with banners and flags on foot, to the Victor Hugo leader. And as he walked and spoke, more and more people in the city were surrounded by doubts or curiosities.

Soon after, Fei Lin followed hundreds of people and stretched for two or three hundred meters, and it looked like a big deal. It's like a parade led by Ferin, with more and more people gathered.

Seeing that the participation of the people is so high, the feet of Fei Lin who are open on the road are soft, as if walking in the clouds. He even felt that at this moment he was like Moses who cut the Red Sea and led people in hardship to happiness and freedom.

Success, success, I will succeed!

Instead of heading directly to the headquarters of the Legion, Ferring took a slight detour to try to attract more people to follow. The time of his arrival in Mexico City has also been specially selected. Today is the weekend. There are many people resting at home, and many people come out to watch the fun.

There was no police blocking along the way, and no army blocking the road, everything went smoothly and ridiculously. When Ferrin found himself behind at least tens of thousands of people who were noisy and noisy, he felt happily as if he was the master of everything.

Watching the parade's peak being excited, Ferin calmly seized the opportunity to turn to the Corps headquarters. The parade that followed the circle for a long time quickly noticed that the direction had changed, and the noise was even more sensational.

"We call a lot of people," Ferin told his partner Raul optimistically. "You should also take some shots, maybe they can get them closer to us."

"I've tried them, and they still have concerns, and don't want to come close." Raul shrugged as he watched the parade that was always behind Twenty-three meters, shrugged his shoulders and said he did his best.

"It doesn't matter, when they see my strength, they will embrace me." Ferrin stepped up at this moment and went to the headquarters of the army more quickly.

The Corps headquarters is located in the Locust Ridge in Mexico City, and the area is quite large. Several key departments of the entire army are here, and the core is naturally the headquarters command center where Zhou Qingfeng is located.

But before arriving at the command center, the guards on the road finally stopped Ferin and others. The parade behind him immediately gathered up in a semi-enclosed shape to look at Ferin inside.

"My name is Felin, and I am from the Brotherhood of New York. I came from thousands of miles away to show respect to Victor Hugo, the commander of the Legion." Ferring said vividly to the guards who stopped him.

Raul, the cameraman on the team, accurately shot this scene, and everyone felt that it would become a classic picture.

The legion guards on the road looked dumbfounded. One of the non-commissioned officers walked into the sentry box, grabbed the phone, and said something to his superior. After hanging up, he answered a word to Fei Lin-waiting.

Waiting? Wait and wait.

Ferring felt that he could wait a few days impatiently, and he could even see Victor Hugo as a hunger strike. This had long been expected, and he was not afraid at all. Now that he had arrived outside the Corps headquarters, the headache was the chief of the Corps hiding inside.

But it didn't take long before several large trucks drove down the road from the headquarters. Everyone stretched their necks to see if the head of the legion had come in person. But when the car stopped, a few stout, terrifying mutants got out of the car.

Seeing the mutants, Fein felt relieved. Everyone knows that only the leader of the Aurora Corps has a guard composed of about two hundred mutants. This is its most loyal and powerful guard.

The mutants headed are ugly like ghosts and monsters running out of hell. After it strode up, Ferin once again loudly announced his identity and intention. Whether the other party promised or refused, he was invincible.

But the mutant on the other side was not impatient, just looking down at Ferin like a small reptile, and grinning with a strong nasal grin: "My name is Marcos, and I am at your command to deal with you. In fact, You are too slow. I have been waiting for you for a long time. "

Let an unreasonable mutant talk to me? Well, I have also considered this situation-Fei Lin is still in his heart, and he wants to make a loud speech. In fact, he just speaks his voice now, it doesn't matter if he doesn't listen to him.

It is important that the broad masses of people in North America hear it.

But before Ferring said a few words, Marco Shi waved behind him, and several mutants moved out of the truck with several wooden benches and a long pole.

As soon as this pole appeared, the lively parade was followed by a sudden uproar. This thing is famous in Mexico City and it is frightening.

"What are you doing?" Ferin was also a little strange.

"Erect a telephone pole," said Marcos.

Wooden platform, long pole, and then ..., a sling hangs down. Felling suddenly turned pale, and said a bit garbled: "This is clearly a gallows."

"Yes, that's right. It's just for you." Marco shoved Ferin up like a chick and dragged it onto the gallows.

Raul, who was shot below, was dumbfounded, but after a few seconds he yelled more excitedly, and quickly called for an assistant to carry the camera instead of him. He himself found a microphone and stood in front of the camera to help the camera. call out.

"Fast, aiming at me and Fehring on the gallows, I'm going to do a live report. Something unexpected happened, and Damn Fehring is finished. It's finally my turn now, and I want to win the scoop."

When seeing Fei Lin on the gallows, the onlookers immediately burst into laughter. Hah ..., ha ..., ha ... The laughter is like the sky shaking, shaking the wild. Everyone was overjoyed to watch the big show.

The scene in front of me was unexpected, but it was reasonable ~ www.novelhall.com ~ No one felt too surprised, the people of Mexico City felt that this should be the case.

When the lasso was hung around Fehring's neck, the big reporter finally realized that the current situation was completely different from all his estimates. He asked Marcos in horror: "What are you doing?"

"Hang you." Marco said concisely.

"I came with peace." Ferrin sweated on his forehead, shaking like a sieve. He found that he could not communicate with the mutant at all, and could only cry to Raul, who was filming under the stage, "Raul, think of a way, think of a way, this must be a misunderstanding."

It was just that Raul at the bottom was tense and covered his head in front of the camera to report. He explained the current situation with a quick and excited speed, but extended the microphone and shouted to Ferin with a sling around his neck.

"Dear Ferring, what can you say? Something more tragic, more heroic, and inspiring. Your dream has come true, and you are about to be recorded in the annals of history, so say a last word."

"Fuckyou! Find a way to save me." The moment he put on the sling, Ferin couldn't control his body and urinated his pants. His nose and tears burst into tears, his legs softened and slipped, but a lasso on his neck forced him to forcibly support him.

Felin's wolverine made the onlookers in the theater laugh even more. Ferring barely squeezed a smile with tears, he asked Marcos behind him: "You want me to be ugly? Well, I admit you won. Quickly put me down, I know I'm wrong. I think this It must be a joke, right? "

But Marco Shi groaned indifferently, kicked over the wooden platform on which Fei Lin stepped, and said in a deep voice, "The legion never makes fun of people."

The wooden table fell down and the sling straightened. There was a sudden exclamation at the scene, and a hanged corpse floated in front of everyone's eyes.