Chapter 1434 - 467: History and the People Will Declare Me Innocent

Chapter 1434: Chapter 467: History and the People Will Declare Me Innocent

"Boss Wilt, this is already their fourth fight with the Europeans this week."

Scott, with a worried look, complained to the wheelchair in Guines City Hall.

"Every time those European soldiers pass by, both sides start arguing and fighting, and in the end, our brothers suffer. This time more than dozens are injured. If I hadn’t gone quickly, we might have had fatalities."

Even without considering the difference in prosthetics, just looking at physical fitness, Europeans leave the Latin American monkeys far behind.

"If it continues like this, I think they might really resort to guns, and that would be big trouble. Boss, you must think of a solution."

Anyone can see that this Cuban unit is now like a pressure cooker, ready to explode at any moment.

The hatred and fear towards Europeans grow day by day. No one knows if their head will be cut off by Europeans to be sold someday. If the attacks hadn’t been sporadic shooting outside the positions of the players, they would have rebelled long ago.

"What do you suggest should be done?"

Wheelchair sat in his chair, enjoying canned food. He previously didn’t care much about these Cubans’ lives, but now, as their leader, having been with them for days, even a frog should have some feelings by now.

Scott was like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously pacing around.

"If I knew, why would I be asking you?"

"If it really can’t work, can’t we just escape, escape far away?"

Ping—

[Mission Updated, New Mission Released]

[Undercover Mission: History Will Acquit Me!]

[Mission Description: Lead the troops to cooperate with allies to charge at the enemy’s position! Charge at the enemies of the Cuban people! We will rebuild the home of the Cuban people on a wasteland, no one can stop us from pursuing the footsteps of democracy and freedom, the flames of revolution shall never be extinguished! Even if they collapse a hundred years later!]

[Mission Rewards: Cuban Hero Medal (Gold) *1, Career Level ↑2, Cuban Revolutionary Set *1, 2,5000 Orokin]

Aside from this mission, the command center sent him an additional side quest.

"Phew..."

Wheelchair Sprint wiped away the previous look of boredom. He stood up from his chair, looked at Scott, and asked:

"Where would we escape to? Cuba is just so big, where can you escape to?"

"Can’t you ask those big shots behind you to arrange something for us..."

Scott clearly regarded Wheelchair Sprint as a spokesperson for bosses like Nightmare and West Fire Grass.

"And then what? Go to Europe? Hand your brain over to those headhunters?"

Wheelchair Sprint gave Scott a mocking look, making Scott feel utterly embarrassed.

"You can’t escape now. Instead of flashing back home, you turn around and send yourself into their fountain. You’re from Ugly Group Delivery, delivering right to the door, huh?"

"Do you think because your brain is in the late stages of cancer, you can dance like a silly fool in front of those European cannibals?"

"..."

Although Scott couldn’t understand what Wheelchair was saying, he knew those words were definitely dirty, but he was used to it.

"Go, call everyone over for me, those who can’t come, open the channel for me, I want to say a few words to them."

Scott quickly nodded and then fled from the City Hall like a bird, spreading the word, reaching every corner of Guines, extending to each Cuban’s position.

Even within Havana city where Scott couldn’t see, a group of armed bandits suddenly broke into the Havana Broadcasting Company building, seizing the national radio station, preparing for a nationwide broadcast.

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Economic collapse, production collapse, order collapse

Because of the war, even Cuba’s most remote Santiago and Guantanamo were desolate and bleak, the wind blowing through empty streets, maggots moving into the corpse’s flesh when startled, allowing the salty ocean breeze to carry the stench of decay afar.

Here, every day people disappear, every day people die, no one dares to go out, staying hiding at home, living in hunger and fear, unsure whether the recruiting officer or Europeans will break in to take people away.

And the endlessly looping programs on television and radio are the only things now the Cubans can use to distract themselves from hunger.

Salamanca stared at the television with bloodshot eyes, motionless, holding his freshly dead wife, muttering something under his breath.

Beneath the numb gaze was hysterical madness, but in this desperate society, he didn’t even know who to exact vengeance upon.

Until the originally boring drama on TV froze, and when it resumed, the screen showed Wheelchair Sprint, wearing a Cuban military uniform, and specially made up.

The Europeans’ relentless propaganda for Wheelchair Sprint for days finally took effect. As long as one hasn’t completely detached from Cuban society, they must have heard his name.

And that face, with a beard and chiseled features, battle-hardened, forged in the blood and fire, with steadfast eyes, this face was modeled after Jose.

"I am Colonel Wilt Spent, the last stationed general of Cuba."

Wheelchair Sprint certainly wouldn’t read out his own gibberish from the Bible. Such things would be top-level pollutants even in Cyberspace. No matter how players love to mess around, when it comes to critical moments, you can always count on them.

The speech was drafted by specialized personnel afterward, and the audience wasn’t just the Cuban soldiers stationed in Guines, but also the civilians in Pig Bay Dungeon, the Cuban soldiers in Florida undergoing military training, every Cuban refugee relocated or placed in remote areas by players, and all those still afraid in all Cuban cities.