1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Henry stretched out his right hand and pointed at them one by one:

"Not just the rednecks of Texas, but you too! You brave gentlemen! Do you dare to confront Field directly? You? You? Or you?"

—The group of people were poked by fingers, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. They were speechless and unable to answer. It was obvious that they had been hit in a sore spot.

Henry's ridicule was like ice water that extinguished the excitement and enthusiasm that had just been ignited in the crowd, and the scene fell into silence.

Are these birdmen afraid of Springfield?

There is no doubt that it is fear.

Even though they were shouting about "killing God", that was mainly because God had not yet come to earth. Cursing them a few times was no big deal anyway, and God was unlikely to come down and slap them in the face.

However, in today's America, there is indeed a living god who has proven his "miracle" (if it cannot be exposed, it is a miracle), and he may be able to fly here in the next second.

Against God?

Hahahahahahaha….

It's safer for us to talk about something else.

It is no exaggeration to say that even among this group of "rebels", many people actually did not even dare to curse Haruta in private.

What if God gets bored and tells Springfield about his location and the curses he's receiving? As for that amazing rescue in Texas...

Although deep down, this group of people did not believe that Springfield would do such a thing, and thought it was just false propaganda from the federal government, and even felt that "if Springfield really did it, it would be a big idiot."

However, the "bitter experiences" of the past year or so had at least given them a little exposure to "people's livelihood" and made them understand how terrifyingly Springfield's prestige would skyrocket if the Texas incident were true.

Especially after “God doesn’t care.”

Resist?

Yes, at least, those poor people who were rescued in Texas will definitely not oppose Springfield and will not make trouble;

So, how can the remnants of Texas politics, which have already been severely purged, turn things around?

but...

Someone asked with a slightly trembling voice, unconvinced:

"Just...just because of this, we're going to do nothing? We're not going to resist... resist Field?"

Money gave him some courage, but the fear was never far away.

"Of course not. We must resist. Otherwise, why are we gathered here? To watch a hyena bark?"

Henry snorted, stood up, and drew two big "X"s on the blackboard:

"However, we must once again establish two ironclad rules that no one may violate at any time!"

"Please tell me."

"First, we must never show up in person, not at any time. Until Field completely disappears from this world, we can only hide behind the scenes, maintain absolute vigilance, and never show our heads..."

It sounded like something a sewer rat would do, but everyone present only hesitated for a few seconds before nodding their heads without a single objection.

After all, some of the "representatives" who were too arrogant and did not know how to restrain themselves were almost all caught alive by the federal lackeys, and no one dared to show up easily anymore.

Otherwise, why would such distinguished gentlemen like them go to the American Wild West and remotely control the situation, where Field and the federal government have yet to intervene?

Although we are unwilling to do so, for the sake of "the great cause of resisting tyranny," poor friends in Texas and even in other southern states, please charge forward and be brave enough to sacrifice!

"Second, we must never oppose Ms. Field, ever..."

That's... huh???

Everyone was stunned, looking at Henry with incredible and incomprehensible eyes:

What are you talking about?

Nothing against it, Field, but are we gathered here to see the fangs of a hyena?

"Am I wrong?"

Henry picked up his glass again and walked to the room's only narrow, barred window. With his back to the others, he looked out at the dark woodland, his tone revealing a reverence that was hard to tell whether it was genuine or not:

"Who is Springfield? She is America's supreme president, a saint who demonstrated God's blessing, a prophet who predicted hurricanes, a brave warrior who bravely fought floods, and the only deity revered by all of America... Who dares to oppose her?"

Everyone remained silent and waited for Henry to finish speaking.

"But, but! How could the country become like this under the leadership of such a wise and great saint? Someone must have made a mistake! Someone has committed an unforgivable error!"

Henry's handsome face showed a look of pity and anger, and he said passionately:

"Who's wrong? There's only one person who deserves to be hanged in the White House! That's that cripple who hid behind a wheelchair and stole power by relying on the halo of Her Majesty the Saint—Roosevelt!"

With a loud "boom", it was as if something exploded in everyone's brain.

Franklin...

Roosevelt?

No one has ever thought about it from this angle before!

After all, the idea that the vice president is a mascot is already a deeply ingrained belief in the eyes of Americans!

But now...

"It's him! Franklin Delano Roosevelt!" "He's the one who single-handedly led the wrong policy!"

"It was he who carried out those 'New Deal atrocities'!" "It was he who drove those distinguished gentlemen into a corner!"

"It was he who bewitched and deceived Saintfield, leading the country down a wrong path!" "It was he who, under the guise of that lady's kindness, staged this cruel drama in order to eliminate dissidents and consolidate his own power!"

"It was he who turned the NGW boys into demons! It was he who tainted Ms. Field's pure glory with filth! It was he who led America towards division and civil unrest!"

"He feared Ms. Field's true authority! He wanted to replace her! We can even conclude that he was jealous of Huey Long's brilliance! The assassination of poor Mr. Huey was a conspiracy orchestrated by him!"

"It's all his fault!"

The sound of swallowing saliva continued to be heard in the room, but everyone's eyes were shining with excitement.

As expected, he is the heir of the Morgan family! That's right!

Since the Saint can't be wrong, we absolutely cannot oppose her!

Who is opposing?

It's those villains around the saint! It's Roosevelt!

It's his team!

It's Huey Long and these mad dogs!

As long as you don't oppose the Saint, you won't arouse the resentment of those stupid peasants, and the pressure will be reduced instantly!

By the way, it can also alienate the relationship between Field and Roosevelt!

Whether Field suspected Roosevelt of "taking over" or Roosevelt suspected Field of "discarding him after he had done his job," both results were favorable to the gentlemen!

Wonderful!

Wonderful!

That's the way it should be done!

"Therefore, we must mobilize all the forces we can and let the whole of America hear one voice - we will always support Ms. Field! We will always be loyal to the great saint! But please get rid of that lame devil Roosevelt and his lackeys beside her!"

Henry showed a cruel smile on his face:

"If Vice President Roosevelt, while touring the South, were unfortunately 'accidentally injured' by the anger of some 'desperate masses' driven mad, or even suffered a 'retaliatory attack by separatist lunatics'... then we can only say that God is helping the pure saint to cleanse the filth around her!"

,

The temperature in the secret room suddenly dropped several degrees.

Some people couldn't help but shiver.

Assassinating the President's special envoy is one thing, but directly targeting the absolute confidant who was granted presidential power by Ms. Field...

This wasn't just dancing on the edge of a knife; it was standing on the edge of a volcano and throwing explosives down. But there was no turning back.

"Let's stir up this wave of public opinion first, and then act according to our original plan, gentlemen."

Henry drank the remaining wine in the cup in one gulp. The scarlet wine stained his lips red, as if he had just sipped blood.

"Remember, your anger, your despair, your fire of revenge... can only be poured out on that damned cripple through the hands of the people... And we are just kind-hearted people who quietly provide a little help to those desperate poor guys."

The meeting is over.

All the attendees dispersed, and the secret meeting room was abandoned. Henry, under heavy protection, arrived at his safe house. After dismissing the guards, he walked in alone. As soon as the door closed, he bowed to the air:

"Your Excellency the Holy Angel, we respectfully welcome you."

616 A Gift to the Lord

"Holy Angel (Mal'akh, literally means messenger), welcome to your arrival." Henry Morgan, the "leader of the American rebels", bowed towards the void, said this, and then knelt on the ground respectfully.

However, if there were outsiders present, they would definitely feel very strange. Forget about who could command such respect from a "big boss" like Henry. The room was clearly empty, so what "holy angel" was this guy worshipping?

After about five minutes, a graceful figure slowly emerged from the bedside of the room, and a cold and clear voice slowly rang out:

"How did you know I was coming?" "Avdecha..."

(meaning "your servant", a term used by Jewish men to refer to themselves when addressing God (Adonai, my Lord) or holy angels)

According to the script, the Iron Blood Works-made tactical humanoid alchemist responded with one sentence:

"You can just call yourself 'I'. You must know that you are not God's chosen people." "Yes, I will obey God's will..."

Even so, even though both Ms. Field and the "angel" before him had denied the special status of the Jews, Henry "did not take it seriously" and still firmly believed in his heart that he was "God's chosen people";

Look, if he wasn't one of God's chosen people, why did God choose to watch his instead of others? Why did the holy angels choose him over others?

Doesn’t this mean that you are “special”?

what?

Didn't Ms. Field/the holy angels/God himself say that?

You don't understand. This must be a test from God for us Jews, but He just doesn't want to say it out loud.

Can it still be called a "test" if it's stated so clearly?

At least, it is definitely a test for me personally!

Regardless of whether it was because he could not bear the pain of the collapse of his faith, Henry thought so, and quite a number of Jews also deceived themselves in this way.

Therefore, Springfield's public denial and declaration of the destruction of Judaism and the Jews has in a sense achieved an unforgettable "purification effect" - the impure believers have all left the religion, and those who remain are "test members."

In short, through this constant self-brainwashing, Henry unexpectedly managed to transform himself from a dandy capitalist son into a "saint" in the traditional conservative Jewish classical sense:

He had no interest in money, power, or other ordinary desires, but maintained a "calm enthusiasm" for religion;

He studies the classics every day, but unlike those "Haredi" people, he is not incompetent in worldly affairs.

In short, it is a perfect combination of ideal and reality, religion and secularity.

Otherwise, how could Henry be chosen by the Elders of Zion and appointed as the chief leader of the resistance forces in the United States, and even serve as a liaison with the Kuomintang and other reliable forces?

This powerful figure in the "Presbyterian Church" was lying on the ground like a dog, not even daring to raise his head.

"...I have no ability to know the whereabouts of Your Excellency the Holy Angel. I just do this every time I return home as a sign of piety. I never expected that Your Excellency the Holy Angel would actually visit this place."

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The alchemist raised his eyebrows slightly. So that's what it means to be "pious."

These religious people are so strange. Hehe, my commander is really amazing!

Seeing that the "Holy Angel" did not speak, Henry did not dare to look up and asked cautiously:

"I wonder what title the Holy Angel holds?" "You want to ask about me?"

"I dare not. I just don't know the name of the Holy Angel. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it would be disrespectful to you..."

"Oh, it's okay to tell you."

Another thing predicted by his beloved commander, the alchemist's mouth curled up slightly:

"Abaddon, my name in the human world, I allow you to call it by that name."

"Abaddon..."

In the past, a playboy like Henry who only cared about eating, drinking and having fun, or a business elite who focused on making money, would definitely not know about "Abaddon" or bother to understand it.

But in the past year, in addition to leading the "Rebel Alliance" in various secret plots, he has been frantically studying scriptures such as the "Old Testament" and "Revelation". Naturally, he knows what the name "Abaddon" represents: