American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Fili shrugged. "It just so happens that the United States still relies on black labor. If the economy doesn't want to fall apart, the government has no choice but to continue to compromise with black people, allowing them to obtain the equal rights they believe they deserve long ago, and even offering them compensation—even if the KKK has different ideas..."

　In the mid-twentieth century, before the success of the civil rights movement, American society was actually similar to South Africa under the apartheid system. Blacks and whites lived in clearly separate areas, their living standards were very different, and racial discrimination was completely obvious.

　At this time, the United States hadn't yet deindustrialized and was still a powerful industrial nation with a strong manufacturing sector. Today's African Americans are not the street thugs who only hang out in gangs like later generations, but generally work in various factories, which is equivalent to the ecological niche of migrant workers in China after the reform and opening up.

　So, just like the various dirty and messy rental houses in urban villages that were crowded with migrant workers in major Chinese cities in the future, the major industrial and commercial cities in the United States in the 1950s and 1960s were also full of "explosively dangerous" black slums.

　Black people live in decrepit houses and sheds, their garbage seemingly neglected. Pile upon pile of junk—broken glass, rusty cans, rotting chicken bones, empty bottles—stood everywhere, and the air was filled with noxious fumes from the numerous factories. And next door, white people lived in a beautiful, middle-class neighborhood. This daily disparity filled the black workers with a general sense of irritability and resentment, like the British workers of the Industrial Revolution, whose hearts were constantly burning with the flames of revolution.

　The rise of the African-American civil rights movement in the United States has made them begin to move from numbness to awakening, and they are increasingly unable to tolerate this terrible living environment.

　What’s worse is that there are still many white police officers who use violent law enforcement against black people every day, which is like pouring oil on a powder keg.

　——The conflict between black suspects and white police officers is always the fuse that ignites American cities.

　Basically, a single police incident can trigger an explosive situation in the entire city.

　It could be an injustice in law enforcement, a false accusation or accidental injury, or even just a rumor that can lead the entire city into chaos.

　If the United States has already deindustrialized and the black people in the city are all welfare-dependent, then even if there are riots, it will have little impact on the overall economy.

　Just like in the 21st century, even though American cities stink like cesspools and zero-dollar shopping is rampant, the stock market continues to rise.

　But the United States is still the world's leading industrial nation, the Detroit auto city is still thriving, and the old industrial areas of the Northeast and the Great Lakes have not yet declined into the Rust Belt. Every black riot will lead to the shutdown of a large number of factories and disrupt the supply chain, which in turn will cause catastrophic losses to the national economy...

　A company whose factories were set on fire by strikes and racial riots certainly couldn't see its stock rise against the trend on Wall Street.

　Therefore, both industrial capitalists and the financial community can only urge the government to strive for racial reconciliation and appease the black community, which has both united front value and fighting power, even if it will arouse the anger of white racists.

　In contrast, the white rednecks in the southern states are so cowardly that they appear to be aggressive but are actually weak. This can be seen from their performance in the "Make America Great Again" movement in the early 21st century. In terms of fighting spirit, there is a world of difference between them and the black people who have been making trouble for so many years.

　Under such circumstances, it was a foreseeable prospect that the black civil rights movement would ultimately win.

　Of course, the penny-pinching American capitalists, seeing that black people in their country were becoming difficult to exploit, moved their factories overseas where labor costs were lower, which was another matter...

　"In short, in the foreseeable future, more and more cities in the country will be ignited by racial riots and fall into a terrible state of civil war. The black movement is bound to rise one wave after another, with higher and higher demands. First, it will oppose

　discrimination, demands for equality, followed by demands for compensation for past years of discrimination, and finally, many blacks will even demand that whites atone for the enslavement of their ancestors.”

　Fili sighed to Dr. Brzezinski and said, "The Democratic government can only try its best to agree to the demands of black people. Even if it causes the southern states to turn red and fall to the Republican Party - because, since President Kennedy started the tide of racial awakening, we can no longer turn back!"

　Afterwards, Robert Kennedy came over and talked with Firi for a while, and he was also pessimistic about the future domestic situation.

　He said that before Martin Luther King took people to Selma, Alabama last month to organize local black people to register voters and fight for voting rights, the FBI had discovered that the local Ku Klux Klan had unusual activities and might create violent incidents to intimidate black people from voting.

　He immediately alerted the NAACP, who then requested federal police protection. The attorney general responded by euphemistically stating that preventive federal police action in the state was impossible; it was practically impossible and probably unconstitutional.

　As a result, the simple-minded black leaders were completely unable to understand the difficulties faced by Attorney General Robert Kennedy, and they scolded him for being hypocritical, which made Robert Kennedy angry and anxious. For a moment, he almost didn't want to care about these suicidal blacks!

　But when things got out of hand, especially when they reached New York, he had no choice but to pick up the pieces and clean up the mess.

　Just as Robert was pouring out his grievances, something even more outrageous occurred. The black parade, which had already been driven out of Manhattan by the police and the National Guard, was bombed by the Ku Klux Klan. Retired Klan pilots flew their private planes over the heads of the black people, dropping explosive packs one after another. Not only did the bombs make the black people scream in agony, but they also destroyed many streets and buildings.

　Great! Black thugs are buying things for free in New York, and white thugs are directly bombing New York?! Each one is more vicious than the other in demolishing houses?

　Is this going to turn the real New York into the New York of the Marvel Universe, with a small fight every three days and a big fight every five days?

　When the Minister of Justice heard about this, his face turned pale and he walked out cursing, shouting "This is treason."

　Professor Brzezinski also put on a heavy bulletproof vest with a grim expression, muttering, "I thought I wouldn't have to wear this after returning from Vietnam," as he followed Robert Kennedy out of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

　Firi and Marita stood side by side by the window, watching the Attorney General's motorcade drive out of the hotel, then looked up at the fire at the end of the horizon, and couldn't help but feel a little doubtful: Can President Johnson in this time and space still win the election and be re-elected?

　Well, forget it. He is just an outsider now and there is no need to think too much about such grand matters that are of no use.

　It’s better to take care of your own family affairs first.

　Chapter 306: Fili's Harem Daily Life

　Sanctuary Villas, San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles

　Zhao Qiuniang walked out of the bathroom and stood in the middle of the living room, watching the cool evening breeze blowing in through the gauze window and the beautiful silk curtains fluttering in the wind.

　The other women had left and she was alone in the living room.

　The warm air played against her bare skin, sliding across her breasts, stomach, and between her thighs as if slapping her.

　Recalling the play in the bathroom just now, Zhao Qiuniang couldn't help licking her lips, and two crimson clouds rose on her fair cheeks.

　For today's carnival, the male master prepared aphrodisiac rose oil for them. In the strong fragrance, the female slaves enthusiastically washed each other's bodies, skillfully used their fingers and tongues to awaken their companions' desire, and explored every secret cave on each other's bodies.

　As the latest member to join this wonderful family, Zhao Qiuniang's body was fully taken care of by the other female slaves. She was given enemas five times. She still remembers every gentle caress, every strong push, every loving kiss, and every pleasurable feeling her body experienced. This made her still in a state of excitement and panic due to the lack of sufficient release.

　She turned to look at the tall dressing mirror in the corner of the living room and took a deep breath.

　In the mirror is a petite oriental girl with classic thin shoulders and a slim waist, a delicate face with a clear and elegant appearance, a naked body as smooth as cream, and delicate breasts on her chest that are soft and shy and can be easily contained by just one palm.

　If you put on a white dress and put your beautiful black hair into a gorgeous bun, you can probably play the role of a fairy in the movie, right?

　But unfortunately, since entering this house, she has had to say goodbye to any clothes completely.

　What made Zhao Qiuniang even more apprehensive and shy was that she found herself slowly adapting to a nude life, enjoying the pleasure of being intimate with other women every day. She could easily adapt to this lifestyle at home, but only felt a little struggle when she went out.

　Although the house was surrounded by high walls, she couldn't help but feel worried when the other girls went to the yard or balcony with their naked butts to enjoy the breeze and sun, fearing that their bodies would be exposed in broad daylight.

　But at least in the house, she was used to walking around naked, watching how her and the other girls' perfect porcelain skin shone, admiring how the different colors of their hair changed in the sun, and spreading each other's buttocks to peek inside.

　The hidden scenery.

　At this moment, staring blankly at herself naked in the mirror, Zhao Qiuniang couldn't help but reach out and touch her chest.

　She gently squeezed the pair of beautifully shaped balls of fat, reveling in the itchy, swollen sensation. Along with the growing heat in her chest, a familiar electric tingling sensation began to emerge. Like the wetness in her crotch, sparks erupted within her.

　Zhao Qiuniang's hand continued to slide along her waist towards her buttocks, gently stroking the tender flesh that had not been covered by cloth for a long time, crossing her small waist and flat and smooth abdomen, and finally stopping between the two pink petals, the narrow and deep entrance to the valley.

　She felt as if her organs were brimming with anticipation, ready to receive the pleasure of touch.

　So, she used her slender index finger to gently poke the protruding piece of flesh, and then -

　"Hey, why are you still here? Come down with me, everyone else is already having fun!"

　The red-haired hostess Marita came down from the second floor and spoke loudly, which frightened Zhao Qiuniang and made her quickly move her hands away from her hips.

　Like all the women in the house, Marita was usually naked, revealing her creamy skin, shaking her surging breasts, as naked as the day she was born, and rarely wearing any jewelry.

　But that domineering style can make people understand the hierarchy in this small group at a glance.

　Moreover, Marita's gorgeous beauty and impressive figure are enough to impress the other girls here.

　Her red hair shone like flames in the sun, and her exquisite features, with high eyebrows and deep eyes, were stunning in both the East and the West.

　If you continue to move your gaze slightly down to her breasts, the majestic and full size of them makes Zhao Qiuniang almost shout that it is outrageous.

　The two huge lumps of beautiful flesh brought a sense of oppression, making Zhao Qiuniang, who could only see the soles of their feet when she lowered her head, feel like a loser.

　There's a rumor that Western women have offended the God of Time. Many European and American women, in their youthful and tender youth, were truly more delicate than flowers, with fresh and lovely looks, slender figures, and skin as smooth as a baby's.

　However, the peak beauty and allure of many Western white beauties is actually just a few short years in middle school. By the time they marry before their 30s and have one or two children, they'll have chubby faces, round waists, and sandpaper skin, along with an unpleasant body odor that requires deodorant, leaving the Asian men who happily married them feeling like they'd been scammed.

　However, Marita, the "CIA flower", seemed to have been accidentally neglected by the god of time despite being diligently nurtured by someone.

　Although Marita was already 24 years old this year, having passed the peak of most white girls, her waist was still slender, her belly was flat without a trace of fat, her breasts were as high as mountains and not sagging at all, her round buttocks were as firm as a full moon, and her two long, straight legs intertwined, from top to bottom, forming a fascinating perfect curve, natural and beautiful, exuding a beautiful youthful aura.

　Every time Zhao Qiuniang smelled the fragrant air from the hostess and watched her firm breasts shaking and swaying, she always had the illusion of being inferior to herself.

　"Sorry, I'm slow in showering and drying my hair."

　Zhao Qiuniang folded her hands on her belly stiffly, bowed and answered in her not-so-fluent English.

　"Then help me hold Monica, and then follow me down!"

　As Marita spoke, she handed Monica, who was already three years old, from her arms to Zhao Qiuniang. The cute naked little girl with yellow hair was still sleeping soundly, completely unaware that she had been moved out of the bedroom by her mother.

　"We were all partying in the basement, and only Monica, a little kid, was left up there. It didn't seem safe no matter how you looked at it."

　Marita explained this, and although Zhao Qiuniang, whose English was poor, did not fully understand it, she still subconsciously took Monica's hand.

　However, the mistress's actions did not stop there. On the contrary, she immediately reached out and grabbed Zhao Qiuniang's fragrant buttocks, gently touching the buds that were about to bloom, making Qiuniang scream, and the valley between her legs gushed out a gurgling spring of water.

　Then, Marita inserted her fingers into Zhao Qiuniang's buttocks, deeply exploring the wrinkled cave, then pulled out her fingers, put them to the tip of her nose and sniffed, revealing a satisfied smile, "Well, not bad, it's cleaned very well. It doesn't stink at all! You can lick it with confidence later!"

　I just did the enema and cleaned it so many times, how could it still smell bad?

　Qiu Niang couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard that, thinking back to how she was held down tightly by several pairs of delicate hands, how a thin tube was squeezed into her butt, and how the cold liquid was slowly injected into her body... That repeated infusion, and the crying and ejaculation every time, was really a way to dispel shame.

　The addictive pleasure of crying made Qiu Niang feel even more that she would never be able to leave here.

　In this way, three naked women, two adults and one child, walked in slippers through the spotless and clean living room, entered the study, and then passed through a not too long, downward-sloping tunnel. Before they reached the end of the tunnel, they heard bursts of sweet gasps and moans coming from inside.

　Marita continued walking as if nothing had happened.

　After taking a few steps, he was dazzled by the bright sunlight and squinted his eyes.

　The endless blue sea, coconut trees and golden beaches around make people feel as if they are on vacation in Hawaii.

　Although they are all illusions created by magic, they still make women who stay at home all year round feel relaxed and happy.

　The underground shelter, previously cramped and crowded with various facilities and stored supplies, had now been transformed by Firi through magical means into a domed circular room, similar to a later dome theater. Magical illusions of various scenic spots were then regularly played inside, allowing the women of the household to enjoy the world's beauty without leaving their homes, broadening their horizons and providing some entertainment.

　Of course, more importantly, it allows Firi to experience the openness of field artillery even at home...

　So, under the dome is a huge wool carpet, big enough for twenty people to lie down and roll around together. Pillows are scattered on the carpet, allowing people to lie on it comfortably in various postures, enjoying the physical pleasure while appreciating the beautiful scenery.

　At this moment, in front of Marita and Qiu Niang's eyes, there was a beautiful crimson scene of rolling beautiful flesh.

　Six naked girls were sprawled out on the wide carpet, hugging each other, rolling and twisting, their lips intertwined, legs entwined, breasts pressed together, locking their bodies together, undulating like snakes, and purring from the depths of their throats like cats, sounding as sweet as honey. As their master, Fili was concentrating on fucking Juanita's raised ass from behind, making the girl, with his mouth covered, whimper cutely.

　When Zhao Qiuniang followed the hostess, Marita, and stepped onto the carpet, she was immediately overwhelmed by the excited beauties. Four Nicaraguan girls rushed over. One took Monica from her arms and put her in a corner of the room. One hugged her left leg, the other hugged her right leg, and then they kissed and sucked her crotch and buttocks from front to back. Finally, Isabelle hugged Qiuniang and began to kiss her passionately.

　This combination of blows made Zhao Qiuniang fall into a state of confusion in an instant. She felt as if she was wrapped in a cocoon of beautiful, sweaty bodies. Pleasant breaths and joyful moans filled her ears. She felt many fingers winding around her skin and a dexterous tongue penetrating deep into her mouth. She was sure that she could not resist this pleasure.

　At the same time, Marita walked to the other side of the carpet, held Juanita's hair with one hand, grabbed her shoulders with the other, and "pulled" her out of Feri's body. "Okay, Juanita, you've been filled enough, it's time for a change!"

　"Yes, yes, ma'am."

　Although her skin was flushed and her legs were sore and weak, after hearing Marita's instructions, Juanita, who had broken away from the negative distance connection with Ferry, still rolled and crawled away, lay down in a corner of the carpet, and rested while panting.

　Marita leaned over and pushed Fili down on the carpet. She kissed him first, then took the initiative to sit on him. While riding Fili, she said, "Let me be on top this time. I have something to tell you, dear... well -"

　She swallowed Feri's thing into her body with familiarity, letting out a satisfied groan. She didn't start twisting her hips immediately, but instead glanced at the tropical island illusion around her. "Although the scenery projected by this magic is quite nice, it's fake after all. I can only look at it. I'd rather swim and play in the water at the real beach. When can we move to a real beach?"

　"Well, don't worry, the castle-like villa on Malibu Beach is now basically completed."

　While stroking Marita's smooth thighs, Fili replied casually, "If we buy some more things, we should be able to move in by June. After the wedding, we can go on our honeymoon on Malibu Beach! Let's put aside work and have fun together there for three months!"

　"Huh, three months? Can you take such a long wedding leave?" Marita asked in confusion.

　"Ah, as long as there's no major chaos in the refugee camp, then there's basically no problem. I'm pretty much free now anyway." Fili curled his lips. "The director wants me to rest more, saying that I've solved too many problems and made too many contributions in the past few years, and he hopes I'll give others more opportunities."

　"What about the presidential election? This year is a presidential election year, and your brother and Professor Brzezinski have joined President Johnson's campaign team—even though they only got a very marginal position. Don't you need to help your brother and Professor Brzezinski?"

　"Well, based on the situation when President Johnson first took office, this year's election was indeed quite dangerous."

　Fili nodded and then shook his head. "But who made the Republicans elect Barry Goldwater, the Arizona far-right politician who constantly clamored for nuclear bombs, to challenge President Johnson? Now, President Johnson can easily win!

　In such a favorable situation, how can I play a role?"

　Chapter 307: The 1964 Election Without Suspense

　In fact, long before he traveled through time, Firi had always been a little confused about how Lyndon Johnson won the 1964 election?

　You know, Lin

　Johnson took over the presidency hastily after Kennedy's assassination, and immediately had to run for the general election. With less than a year between his candidacy and the start of the election, he didn't have much time to prepare for the 1964 election.

　Moreover, as the ruling party, President Johnson was destined to inherit the ills of the Kennedy administration, but not necessarily Kennedy's reputation.

　At that time, the United States had already begun to step into the quagmire of the Vietnam War, the social divisions and national unrest caused by the black civil rights movement were intensifying, the expensive space race had not yet produced any eye-catching results, and the teams left behind by Johnson and Kennedy were also full of contradictions.

　After all, strictly speaking, the political philosophies held by Johnson and Kennedy were, if not completely opposite, at least very different.

　Originally, Kennedy chose Lyndon Johnson as vice president simply to accommodate the opposition within the party and unite against the Republicans.

　During Johnson's tenure as vice president, Kennedy was always wary of him, allowing him to do various small things but not allowing him to enter the decision-making circle.

　Now the roles have suddenly switched, with Kennedy's team helping Johnson to fight the election. How could there not be some friction?

　But what happened? In the 1964 U.S. presidential election, before Ferry's time travel, despite facing numerous unfavorable factors, Lyndon Johnson not only won, but also won with a huge advantage, which is said to be one of the two presidential elections with the largest vote margin in history.

　In contrast, President Ford, who also suddenly took office as vice president, lost the only general election he participated in in his life, and President Truman defeated Dewey only by a narrow margin - this was even though they had both been president for two to three years and had more time to prepare.

　Johnson, on the other hand, took over hastily at the end of Kennedy's third year in office and was not as well prepared for the election as Truman and Ford.

　As for the domestic and international situation during the election, Johnson's situation was no better than Truman's, who faced the Berlin Crisis, and Ford's, who suffered defeat in the Vietnam War. However, President Johnson managed to win a resounding victory despite the unfavorable situation: how did he do it?

　But when he finally arrived in 1964, especially after learning more about the opposing candidate, Fieri finally understood how Johnson won!

　It's not that Johnson is so powerful, but it's all thanks to his Republican counterparts!