1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

And in today's America, you continue to be a conservative, support Hoover's policies, and advocate for the protection of the interests of big capitalists, and still expect to gain support and votes?

Please don't make a fuss, okay?

These bugs will never understand the real reason why ordinary people hate Hoover, or even if they do understand, they will pretend not to understand.

Roosevelt was secretly glad that he had chosen to give up the election and join Springfield's team in time, because he was completely convinced by the support rate of Springfield, the "first mover":

If you want to get votes, you have to please the grassroots! Even if you have to pretend, you have to pretend! The more "left" the policy is, the easier it is to gain support!

Since it's impossible to be more "radical" than Springfield, since it's impossible to surpass Springfield, why not join the winning team?

Of course, this doesn't mean that all polls show Springfield will win. Many newspapers and magazines have declared after conducting surveys that "the crazy woman will be defeated."

However, if we look at the target audience for newspaper and magazine purchases, we can understand why such an outrageous result occurred.

Historically, there have been several prominent magazines and newspapers that gave completely opposite results when everyone generally predicted Roosevelt would win;

Because the buyers of these newspapers are basically wealthy conservatives, and then they conducted a "poll" on these wealthy people who extremely disliked Roosevelt and other progressives...

The result would be outrageous if it wasn't outrageous.

"Mr. Roosevelt, although victory is indeed in sight, you still cannot be too proud and complacent..."

Chuntian smiled softly, then looked at Roosevelt's increasingly heavy eye bags and dark circles and increasingly thin figure, and ordered:

"But, judging by your condition, you seem to be almost exhausted, aren't you? Take a good rest for a few days. I'll take care of all the speeches and activities in August."

"No, Fei..."

"Okay, Mr. Roosevelt, let's combine work and rest. You still have important work to undertake in the future, don't you?"

"Then... you're right."

Roosevelt was completely numb to Springfield's inhuman energy, which was one of the important reasons why he gave up, recognized and was willing to join the "God's People's Party".

For an excellent politician, health is the most important factor. Only with good health can one ensure that political life and political ideas will continue.

Of course, Chuntian's good looks and excellent image are another important reason why he and many voters support Chuntian crazily.

Roosevelt reported on the subsequent work and then emphasized:

"However, please pay attention to your personal safety. You understand that our ideals and your position have already threatened the interests of too many people."

"Haha, compared to security issues, I'm more worried about them secretly changing the vote results."

"Please rest assured, they definitely don't have the guts to do that. Besides, I will send people to monitor every polling station. Your safety will be better..."

"I know, I know..."

Roosevelt was like a monster whose words were always followed by his deeds. The day after he emphasized this issue, an accident happened.

Just as Springfield was giving his usual passionate speech to tens of thousands of voters, a small, unremarkable man suddenly rushed out of the crowd, raised his pistol, and fired three shots at Springfield, who was just a few feet away!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After initial training and dozens of speeches, the on-site staff of "Mark Security Contracting Company" responsible for security reacted very quickly and pounced on the man as soon as he made the slightest movement, but it was too late.

The moment these veterans or their descendants realized that the woman they respected and loved had been shot, they were filled with fear and self-blame!

If anything happened to Miss Springfield, even if it was just a scratch, they would never forgive themselves!

God bless you!! Please...

After a few long yet brief seconds, a voice that was no different from usual rang out:

"Everyone, please release this assassin and let him come to the stage. I have something to ask him."

Why?

Miss Springfield...is everything alright????? Didn't hit?

Very good!!

Everything happened so fast that there was no time for chaos to break out. People who were a little further away didn't even know what was happening on stage, and didn't even hear the gunshots.

It wasn't until a man was frisked and thrown next to Springfield that everyone learned about the assassination through the loudspeaker. Suddenly, there was an uproar!

He actually assassinated Miss Springfield!

Who is Springfield?

It is no exaggeration to say that she is the American version of "Joan of Arc"!

In the minds of many people, her status and importance even surpass Joan of Arc!

Damn it! Who was it that dared to attack Joan of Arc? Thank goodness I missed!

Surrounded by extreme anger, the gunman was brought to Springfield. He saw a pretty face that had lost some of its smile but still looked very gentle:

"Excuse me, why did you want to assassinate me?"

"....ah?"

The killer never expected that the first question he was asked after his assassination failed would be this, and his mind suddenly froze.

no...

Is this question important?

Shouldn't you be furious and want to kill me right now?

The killer, kneeling on the ground, looked up, stunned and didn't answer. Haruta waved to the security guards who were holding his hands and feet:

"You might be a little nervous...Okay, everyone, let him go for now!" "But, Your Excellency..."

"Okay, it's okay. You should know my strength." "...Yes."

After hearing this, the security personnel let go of the assassin, glared at him fiercely, and returned to their posts one after another.

Now, the assassin was even more confused.

Are these people stupid?

Just because you took my gun, you dare let me be alone with this woman? Aren't you afraid that I'll strangle her to death?

"Okay, sir, now you can answer me why you want to kill me?"

Haruta's voice was still incredibly pleasant, calm, and gentle. It reached the assassin's ears, and the audience could also hear it clearly:

"Did I do something wrong? Or were you forced by someone? Or did you misunderstand my policies? There must be a reason, right? Otherwise, why would you assassinate me?"

Because Haruta appeared unharmed and calm, the audience's emotions were also stabilized;

After hearing what Haruta said, he felt that his saint was still so gentle, but he was also very curious about the identity of the assassin and the reason for the assassination.

"me..."

In the past, which politician who was assassinated would not quickly end his activities for the day and run to a safe place to hide? Who has ever seen Chuntian so calm?

So, how can the assassin speak?

Chuntian wasn't surprised either. He shook his head slightly and offered a series of guesses and suggestions:

"If you want to kill me because you don't understand my ideals, then I forgive you on behalf of God and suggest you buy a radio. If you need money, you can come to me and I will help you.

"If you were forced to kill me, then I forgive you on behalf of God. Please tell me who forced you to do this evil deed, and I will help you get justice."

"If you were too poor and were instructed or bribed to kill me, then I forgive you on behalf of God. In this tragic era, it is human nature to want to have enough food to feed your family."

"If you assassinated me because you listened to the words of those greedy capitalists, then I forgive you on behalf of God, because I will not be angry with a fool with a poor brain..."

As Haruta spoke, people's expressions gradually changed from shock, anger, and uneasiness to respect, love, and admiration.

What a broad-minded Saint!

God sent her down to earth to save all living beings!

"No matter what your reason is for assassinating me, I will tell you here, as well as the person who may be behind you;"

"If you want to stop America's greatness by killing me, if you want to go against the will of the American people and prevent the realization of the American dream, then you will only face complete failure!"

"I will never surrender, and I will never be intimidated by your vicious tactics. I will continue to lead the great American people and, under God's will, fight you to the end!"

Amidst continuous applause and cheers, the gunman, looking dejected and regretful, was taken away by the police who arrived for questioning. Chuntian ended his speech as usual, then said goodbye to everyone and left for the next speech city.

Calm, indifferent, elegant, brave...what happened today completely conquered the hearts of all participants and those in the know.

After Chuntian left, some listeners would come to the platform where she was giving a speech, kneeling and kissing the ground where the saint had stepped more devoutly than the Indians.

At this moment, a sharp-eyed worker saw some small objects dropped near the ground where Miss Chuntian had been standing. He took a closer look and suddenly screamed:

“This…” “What?”

“You…you…you look!”

He held the object up for everyone to see, and they discovered that it was three deformed bullet heads with clearly visible fingerprints on them!

After testimony from several pastors, police officers, and lawyers, it was confirmed that the three bullets were fired from the gunman's pistol, and all the traces matched perfectly;

Moreover, the bullet's deformation was definitely not caused by impacting a hard object. Instead, it looked as if it had been easily stopped by a hand and then forcibly squeezed into this shape!

hand?

手!

Whose hand can stop the bullet? God!

Only God! Only God!

Soon, the news spread and caused a sensation across the United States. The fact that "Ms. Springfield is a saint blessed by God" was finally confirmed.

Everyone understood why Chuntian was able to remain safe and sound even though he didn't even try to dodge the pistol attack at such a close distance.

It turns out that it wasn't that she didn't hide, but she knew that she was blessed by God and would be protected by Him no matter what danger she encountered!

Back then, a woman who was burned alive at the stake became the spiritual leader of the French people, let alone a miracle that was verified in front of tens of thousands of people?

Therefore, Springfield is the real saint! She is the one sent by God to save America!

Assassinating a saint like this, even though she herself is unharmed and has expressed forgiveness, how could that be a crime worthy of being cut into pieces?

Her Highness the Saint forgives you on behalf of God, but we would rather send you to see God!

Public opinion across the United States was once again ignited, and everyone angrily demanded severe punishment for the gunman and a deep investigation into the "rich and powerful" instigators behind the gunman.

The spearhead was directed at capitalists such as DuPont and presidential rivals such as Smith.

Under normal circumstances, these people certainly wouldn't care and wouldn't even bother to say a word in rebuttal.

However, now that Chuntian has been widely recognized as "God's Holy Lady," do they dare to remain silent?

Silence is Hama...it means acquiescence!

They dared not even think about what would happen to the assassin of the Saint! Just as one important figure after another hurriedly stepped forward to swear that they had never disrespected the Saint, shocking news came:

The gunman is dead.

278 Divine Punishment! This is God's Will!

Assassinating a president (candidate) is not a rare event in American history.

Not to mention the famous "brain hole" later on, even before Hoover, there were several presidents who died in unexpected and inexplicable deaths;

Lincoln, James Abram Garfield, William McKinley...even Roosevelt in history was once shot five times and almost killed.

(The final shot hits a governor named Mark in the chest—what a world line convergence)

Eliminating competitors by force is always the easiest thing to do. This is especially true in the United States, a country where everyone believes in "survival of the fittest."

No matter how high your reputation, status, or identity are, as long as you are killed, all your previous achievements will be gone with the wind.

what?

Is this the civilized world now?

Are you all polite gentlemen?

Hey, as long as I don't get my hands dirty, it's fine!

In the past, when a problem could not be solved, everyone was used to physically solve the opponent;

However, this time, the murderers behind the scenes never expected that things would turn out like this.

First, no one expected that the person they were assassinating was actually a true saint, a saint who was blessed by God and had proven that she was blessed by God.

This stirred up the biggest hornet's nest.