PNB Chapter 944 Backlash
Chapter 944 Backlash
The last vestige of "decency" in this trial of the century shattered completely when the guards took away the half-empty water bottle from Kowalski's hand.
The heavy, gold-trimmed doors of the Blue Star United Conference witnessed the most absurd scene in the organization's history—
Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge, the diplomat who represented the strongest force on Earth and always looked down on everyone, managed to squeeze out of the side door like a rat in the street, only under the cover of a human shield consisting of six security personnel and four private bodyguards.
His expensive suit still had half a waffle stuck to it, and his back was covered in shoe prints and crumpled pieces of paper.
This is not the end of a conference, but the beginning of a global credibility collapse.
The five-minute holographic video, which clearly recorded "official poisoning, officers fleeing, and soldiers mutating," no longer needs to be debated for its authenticity.
It has already burned through the Pentagon's hastily constructed defenses of lies at a speed of tens of thousands of kilometers per second through the transoceanic cables recently set up by major international news agencies.
The real storm was just beginning after we left the UN headquarters building.
Media reporters from Paris, London, Moscow, and even Tokyo packed the parking lot to capacity.
The sea of flashes nearly dried out the fleeing American delegation.
As the car finally managed to break free from the rain of rotten eggs and tomatoes, angry roars from the other side of the world began to come through the radio.
That was no longer Castro's solitary cry, but a "just siege" that swept through the Third World, shook the capitalist world, and made the entire Western camp tremble.
……
More than ten hours later.
Media area for journalists from various countries on the shores of Lake Geneva
"...To reiterate, the ambassador refused to answer any questions about the authenticity of the tapes! He looked extremely tired... one might even say panicked."
BBC Geneva correspondent Edward Smith, with one hand covering his fedora that was about to be blown away by the wind, and the other hand gripping the still-hot microphone tightly, was yelling at the camera.
"Look! Ambassador Andropov from the Russian bear is out!"
The Soviet delegation, which exited through the other main entrance, received a completely different treatment.
Andropov, who was in charge, had such a bright smile that he could have been in a toothpaste commercial.
He deliberately stopped so that the reporters' cameras and microphones could get closer.
"Mr. Andropov! What is your opinion on the incredible technological evidence presented by Mr. Wang, the representative of China, at the meeting?"
"And that project called 'Atlas'? It's said that it's also in cooperation with your country?"
Andropov raised an eyebrow, revealing an extremely exaggerated expression of surprise.
"Cooperation? No, no, no, I think everyone has misunderstood."
He shrugged and spoke in a lighthearted tone full of sarcasm.
"We have indeed had some scientific exchanges with the U.S. side... well, limited to discussions on how to grow hybrid corn."
"As for those... cannibalistic monsters? Good heavens, those are the 'flowers of evil' that grow out of excessive greed in the capitalist world."
"How could we, the communist bloc, possibly engage in such a thing?"
"Didn't you see? It was our allies from the Dragon Kingdom who truly wiped them out! Isn't that enough to prove us wrong?"
After he finished speaking, he laughed heartily and patted the shoulder of the Yugoslavian representative next to him, whose face was as black as coal.
"Well done, Tito's little brother! That shoe you just hit, I think it was a good shot! More accurate than your mortars!"
On the outskirts of the crowd, in an inconspicuous corner.
Lawrence, a senior editor at The Times, was typing the final paragraph of today's editorial on a typewriter by the dim light of a streetlamp.
His fingers trembled slightly, because he knew that once this editorial was published tomorrow, the "special relationship" between Britain and the United States would likely change drastically.
The title is simple:
The Mask Has Been Torn Off: A Giant Who Has Abandoned Chivalry
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on the other hand.
The People's Republic of Cherry Blossoms.
Shin-Kyoto, "Voice of Revolution" Radio Station Live Broadcast Room
Miyuki put down the urgent telegram that the director had just sent in, her eyes slightly red.
She took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of cheap tobacco and the stale heat of the equipment, and spoke in a low voice to the red traffic light.
"...This is the latest news from Geneva. Just as we guessed an hour ago."
"There is no witchcraft. There is no demon. There is only an imperialist regime that turns living people... its own people into bloodthirsty beasts in order to cover up its crimes."
She turned to look at Tian Zhongjie, who was sitting next to her.
Tanaka's hand was clenched into a fist on the table. Due to the excessive force, the knuckle of his index finger, which had been broken at the public trial and was somewhat deformed, appeared white.
"Tanaka-kun, is there anything you'd like to say to the audience about this?"
The middleman in the field was silent for two seconds.
"I thought of my father."
His voice, transmitted via radio waves, reached the newly rebuilt Sakura Islands, which had just emerged from turmoil.
The message reached every fishing village that had just thrown the "war criminals' tablets" into the sea, and every factory that had just restarted its fireworks display.
"That honest farmer who, as an 'imperial soldier,' was forced to drink some kind of 'Emperor-bestowed Victory Water'... and then died vomiting black blood in the South Pacific."
Tanaka raised his head, his eyes flashing with an anger colder than flames.
“Those sitting in Washington are like those gentlemen who once sat in the Imperial Palace in Tokyo.”
“In their eyes, the people… are not flesh and blood.”
"They're just numbers that can be consumed. They're lab rats used for experiments. They're waste that can be disposed of like garbage at any time to save face!"
"Today, our comrades from the Dragon Kingdom have helped the world unveil this veil of shame."
"what can we do?"
"We must sharpen our sickles even more and grip our guns even tighter!"
"Because the whole world should understand one thing now—the 'lighthouse' over there doesn't shine the light of civilization, but the fire that devours people!"
The red light indicates the end of the live stream.
The sound of young staff members sobbing uncontrollably could be heard from the control room...