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Chapter 366 I’m actually fine

What does "nearly shooting a member of a minority group in the street" mean?

Ma Zhaodi couldn't hold back: "And there's this familiar phrase—'Am I becoming a sacrifice for political correctness?!'"

He subconsciously used the word "sacrifice" because he realized that the nature of the matter had completely changed. Although he had asked the three-wheeled vehicle to upload the video anonymously, he definitely did not come up with the sensationalist title.

Just then, the voice of a three-wheeled vehicle came through the in-ear hidden earphones: "Don't ask me, I didn't change this title."

That means someone is trying to cause trouble.

"I just wanted to annoy Erlin at most, but the person who came up with this title seems to want to make him look bad."

He was well aware of the prestige of a general, the highest rank in the military with virtually unassailable power and influence. Therefore, it was impossible to get Erlin dismissed using his method. In fact, it would be the best he could hope to have any impact on Erlin. Ma Zhaodi had only intended to use this method to prevent Erlin from actually taking action against him out of anger.

The fact that high-ranking military officials drew their guns to threaten civilians was already a bad thing, but for Erlin, it could be a big deal or a small deal. However, if the civilian suddenly disappeared or was chased in the street, the nature of the matter in the public eye would completely change. In order to control the impact, Erlin would most likely avoid doing anything more extreme for the time being and instead resort to underhanded tactics—which is where Ma Zhaodi excels at.

Just kidding, he came from Gotham City.

However, what he didn't expect was that someone took his video, changed the title, and directly raised the issue from the powerful bullying the people to the official high-ranking officials being suspected of racial discrimination. At this point, the seriousness of the incident was escalated, and the attention and scope of public opinion would increase exponentially.

"I wanted to fire rubber bullets, who the hell switched them to missiles?!"

Stunned, Ma Zhaodi picked up his phone. He didn't even need to search for the video; it was already in the push notifications from those apps. As he scrolled through the comments, sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"That's fucking malicious! Which bastard is trying to stir up trouble?"

Ma Zhaodi was originally an online novelist. Back in China, he had seen countless large-scale online feuds. The comments section of these videos was flooded with paid trolls, and he could immediately sense that something was amiss.

"The only saving grace right now is that the past cases mentioned in the comments are limited to Asian Americans, which is the least effective form of political correctness. If it were Black people, I can't even imagine how far it would have gone."

He subconsciously recalled the "Black Lives Matter" marches he had witnessed in his own timeline. The scale of that event was terrifying, directly sparking a Black civil rights movement. The entire event could even be traced back from 2020 to 2011, spanning almost a decade. Its impact on the United States was inexhaustible, making it a truly historic event.

This is the result of a huge powder keg that has been accumulating for decades and then exploded. Asians are not considered a powder keg by most people in the United States. No one cares about them, no one has any goodwill towards them, and they are even somewhat hostile. If you have to say, they are at most firecrackers.

Currently, the American version of Central City has not yet been updated to the latest version of the original timeline of Ma Zhaodi's world, and its mainstream values ​​still lean more towards white liberalism. Issues such as racial tensions, women's rights, and environmental protection are currently the most impactful, easily reported, and likely to provoke widespread controversy and discussion—top-tier issues.

The headline is currently quite sensational, but its power hasn't reached its maximum yet. The word "Asian" gives Erlin some room to maneuver. What Ma Zhaodi is most worried about is that the big players behind this wave of online trolls will exert their influence again and push things out of control.

"Old Ma? Old Ma?"

Barry patted Ma Zhaodi on the shoulder: "Are you alright?"

"I'm actually fine, I'm just a little shocked."

Ma Zhaodi shook his head: "I reckon Admiral Erlin is feeling even worse than I am right now." "Did you do this?" Wells' gaze was deep as he stared intently at Ma Zhaodi's face, carefully observing his micro-expressions, and asked, "Did you film this video?"

"No, I don't know who took the picture. It was probably a passerby on the street at the time." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "I was busy hiding Susie at the time. How could I have had time to find someone to help me take this kind of picture?"

At this moment, the masterful acting came into play; Ma Zhaodi's expression was very natural, and Wells didn't notice anything wrong.

"In that case, let's get down to business first—how did you bring Susie in? If she didn't have a proper disguise when she came, we need to consider—"

"Put it in the car."

The four people in the lab fell silent for a moment, while Susie's expression was quite stiff.

Cisco tried to salvage the situation: "Uh, I guess you meant to say 'drive'—"

"Put it in the car."

Ma Zhaodi's repetition interrupted him, and this time everyone heard it clearly.

However, there was absolutely no sound in the laboratory.

“I said, put it in the small car,” Ma Zhaodi emphasized repeatedly, patting the three-wheeled vehicle next to him: “The lower level of my food cart can barely fit a human body.”

"It's a very special, but also very discreet, approach." After a long silence, the doctor finally broke the stillness with all his might: "In any case, at least this ensures Susie's secrecy and safety."

Cisco's lips twitched twice; he was beginning to doubt whether the food truck owner's main job was actually running a stall.

“Old Ma, are you really not one of those assassins you see in TV dramas?” Caitlin couldn’t help but ask. “Or you could tell me you actually have some family business in China to inherit, then I could understand.”

“No, I’m just a normal food truck vendor,” Ma Zhaodi replied. “Your imaginations are running wild.”

No, what normal food truck owner would use a food truck that's "big enough to hide a human body"? The description itself is weird, isn't it?

Barry thought this to himself, but he didn't say it aloud.

“Anyway, everyone get ready now.” Wells clapped his hands. “We’re going to the test site to see how Susie’s abilities work. Barry, you take her there so no one sees her on the way; Cisco, Caitlin, you two come with me to get the equipment ready.”

Ma Zhaodi scratched his head and looked at the lab staff who had started moving.

"Huh, what should I do then?"

(End of this chapter)