diymy Chapter 19 All your people are mine!
Chapter 19 All your people are mine!
The size of the auditorium's interior exceeded Carl Jensen's expectations.
The tiered seating extends downwards, with a rough cement floor and exposed brick walls devoid of any decoration.
People were standing very close together.
They were all white men, dressed in a variety of clothing, from worn-out work clothes to faded camouflage uniforms.
The ages ranged greatly; the young faces were restless, while the older eyes held a mixture of weariness and passion.
The air was stagnant, filled with the smells of marijuana, sweat, and a faint metallic rust.
His gaze swept over the side wall and the back door area.
There were objects piled up there, covered with tarpaulins, their outlines clearly defined:
There were long, rectangular weapon boxes, square ammunition boxes, and several cylindrical objects, all secured to the wall with chains.
The back door was ajar, and you could see more stacks of wooden crates in the shadows of the warehouse outside.
The number of weapons was greater than he had anticipated.
There were more people than he had expected.
James Jones led him to the small podium at the front.
Jones spoke into the microphone, his voice crisp and clear in the empty auditorium:
"Karl Jensen. 7th Infantry Division, Bronze Star. You probably all know what he did."
"Karl, why don't you say a few words?"
A low hum rippled through the audience as they focused their gazes on the scene, some scrutinizing, some curious, and some skeptical.
Clearly, Jones intends to use Carl's name.
He turned to look at Jason, his eyes full of anticipation.
It's not really moral blackmail, is it?
Seeing this, Jason silently stood in front of the microphone.
He understood Jones's plan:
He used his reputation and deeds to unite this scattered force into one.
But Jones, thank you for your sacrifice! (laughs)
After being chased around, Jason finally understood!
One person's strength has its limits! So! I'll accept you as my good brothers!
"I am Carl Jensen."
He spoke, his voice not loud, but the buzzing immediately subsided.
"My daughter Erica died on the Gilddy family's drug list. My son Mike died from the enhancement drugs they sold. I killed Calvin Gilddy."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces in the front row.
"The Lord has given me the strength to walk this path. But it is difficult for one person to walk the Lord's path alone. I need helpers."
He looked at Jones, then turned to the audience.
"I need your help!"
A brief silence.
A young voice came from the back row, tinged with probing and defiance:
"On what grounds?"
Jason looked over.
He was a blond, blue-eyed young man, dressed in a clean plaid shirt, looking like a college student, but he was holding a notebook with cross and rifle patterns printed on it.
"Based on this."
Jason said.
He raised his right hand, palm facing outward.
The cross scar on the back of his hand began to heat up, and the heat radiated outwards from him, enveloping the entire auditorium.
[Blood Flag Domain] unfolds.
The change happened almost instantly.
Stephen Taylor, who had just driven back in his tank, took a deep breath and instinctively raised his hand to press on his left shoulder.
That was the location of his old injury.
The pain disappeared, and a surge of energy welled up inside me.
With his heart pounding, he clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking softly.
David Miller, the young man who asked the question, dropped his notebook.
He looked down at his hands, then looked up at Jason, his face full of disbelief.
James Jones' pupils also contracted.
His body trembled slightly the moment the domain covered him.
Throw a tile! It's a throw a tile!
With the thumping of my heart, a long-lost sense of control, a feeling that belonged to my prime, returned.
He looked up at Jason, his eyes now filled with fervor.
Jason withdrew his hand, and the aura of his domain dissipated, but the feeling lingered in everyone's hearts.
"Those who stand by my side will share in this power given by the Lord."
Jason said.
A commotion broke out in the audience.
Whispers turned into gasps of surprise. People exchanged glances, moved their hands and feet, and felt the real changes within their bodies.
Doubt turned into fanaticism.
He pointed to Stephen and David:
"You two, come up here."
Stephen strode forward.
David hesitated for a moment, then followed.
Jason placed his hands on their shoulders.
A more concentrated, dark red glow seeped into their bodies.
Stephen closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his gaze was sharp as a knife.
David let out a short inhale, raised his arm, and his previously thin frame became firm and taut.
"How does it feel?"
"Jansen asked."
"It's like going back to the best of times."
Stephen's voice was hoarse.
"It's never been this good."
David's voice was filled with suppressed excitement.
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
Jones stepped forward at the opportune moment, gesturing for the crowd to quiet down.
"You have felt the power."
Jones said,
"Karl's target is the Gilder family!"
"They are the parasites who treat us like expendable resources and our children like raw materials!"
"How many of you have family or friends who have been driven to death by bills, medication, and those lofty rules?"
"so,"
Jones raised his voice,
"Are you willing to help Karl cleanse Gildy of corruption! Cleanse those parasites!"
"willing!!!"
The already enthusiastic crowd shouted passionately!
Jason's gaze swept across the crowd.
In his field of vision, several dark red lines, like the guide dogs, meandered through the auditorium.
Most of them point to distant places, to targets related to the Gildil family.
But some of them, short and close, were hidden in the crowd below the stage.
He pointed to a middle-aged man in the middle row who was also shouting.
"You! Stand up!"
The man froze, a look of surprise on his face.
Jason stepped down from the podium, and the crowd parted.
He walked up to the man, and the two were very close.
"Look me in the eyes."
Jason said.
The man barely met his gaze.
Jason's gaze was unfocused, as if it pierced through his flesh and looked into something deeper.
In his vision, there was a faint thread connecting this man to him.
"Judas."
Jason's voice was cold.
The man's face turned black instantly, but before he could even open his mouth...
Jason reached out, grabbed his collar, and lifted him off his seat.
The force was so great that it made the pupils of those around them shrink.
"I can see."
Jason stared at his suddenly constricted pupils, his voice icy.
"I'll give you two choices: get out now and never show your face again. Or stay and pledge allegiance to this place from now on."
He let go.
The man fell to the ground, coughing, and didn't even dare to look at anyone. He scrambled to his feet and rushed towards the door without looking back, disappearing into the corridor.
Jason turned around and faced the deathly silent auditorium.
"He's not the only one here."
He said it calmly.
"But what I want to say is that as long as you are willing to follow me in practicing the Lord's way, I can let bygones be bygones regarding your past deeds."
He paused, his gaze hardening.
"But if I were to do the things of Judas, I would do them myself..."
He didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was clear.
"Stephen,"
He gave the order,
"You take a team and find out all of the Gilddy family's medical-related businesses, transportation routes, and security arrangements in Detroit."
He gave the order without even looking at anyone.
"clear."
Stephen responded immediately.
"Jones, could you make those arrangements?"
"receive."
Jones nodded.
"Everyone else, check your weapons and continue training. The operation will begin soon."
He took one last look at David.
"You follow Stephen."
"yes!"
David's voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Jason stepped down from the podium.
The crowd began to move, talking in hushed tones, the atmosphere tense yet heated.
Power was transferred smoothly.
……
The voting has just ended at the state capitol building.
Dani Kildee stood by the window in the hallway, looking at the documents in her hands.
The proposal passed: Carl Jensen and his affiliated organizations were officially designated as terrorists, and the state National Guard was given full authorization to eliminate them.
The scale will far exceed previous sporadic operations by local police forces.
In the corner of the report's appendix, there is an inconspicuous note that mentions the target may possess "heavy weapons (such as tanks)," but it is marked as "unconfirmed and may be a misinformation."
She gave a cold laugh and closed the file.
These state legislators don't need to get involved in the mess that's plaguing the military system.
Is it worthwhile to delve into trouble that might involve certain factions within the military or the Elephant Party's core base just because of a mad dog-like redneck?
As long as the National Guard can resolve the issue cleanly and efficiently, everything else is irrelevant.
She straightened her clothes and walked toward the next meeting.
As for miracles? Ridiculous.