novelden Chapter 143 Opposition and Illegal Forces
Chapter 143 Opposition and Illegal Forces
The strength of global opposition exceeded the expectations of the coalition government.
In order to control the situation, prevent the further expansion of global unrest, and ensure the implementation of the labor force supplementation plan, the coalition government decisively adopted iron-blooded measures.
"Order the global military to enter a level one alert state and be ready to go at any time!"
"Order the judicial police departments around the world to cancel their holidays and mobilize all police forces to control the demonstrators and ensure that no large-scale riots occur!"
"Order the space station to transport the equipment from Mars as quickly as possible, and start the pilot project of the labor force supplementation plan as quickly as possible!"
The United Government's global forces have all been mobilized, on high alert, and are doing their utmost to deal with the riots.
Decision makers have always believed that the only way to eliminate public distrust and misunderstanding is to cut the Gordian knot and promote the labor force completion plan as quickly as possible so that the public can see the real results.
As for those stubborn and diehards, the only way is to suppress them with force!
"Everyone did a great job today, just keep it up!"
"The coalition government will never take away our freedom of thought!"
"Don't be afraid, there are so many people opposing it. If we hold on for a few more days, the coalition government will definitely compromise!"
Somewhere in Washington, a team of opposition leaders who had just ended a protest march were summing up their experience, encouraging each other, and planning their next actions in their secret safe house.
What a rubbish workforce plan. They are asking everyone to serve the coalition government. What a pipe dream!
The tradition of us Anglo-Saxons is freedom of labor. It is up to me whether to work or not. Why should we stipulate compulsory labor?
Screw the compulsory labor law!
Tom turned up his nose and scorned the coalition government's new bill.
They have always been staunch opponents of the coalition government, from the previous plan to move mountains to the current plan to repair the sky. Tom and his friends think that the coalition government is just a bunch of idiots, a bunch of disgusting politicians who want to enslave them.
To this end, Tom took the lead in mobilizing a group of opposition backbones in Washington and launched a march and demonstration involving hundreds of thousands of people today.
The damn coalition government really had no way to deal with them and could only bow and scrape like a grandson and promise to study and discuss the cancellation of the plan and give a reply within a few days.
Tom and his colleagues knew the government's nature, so they decided to continue their daily demonstrations to put pressure on the government so that it would make concessions as soon as possible.
Just when they were excited and full of energy planning the next larger-scale and more violent demonstration.
Tom suddenly felt a strong sense of self-blame and an idea came to his mind.
[Is it not good for me to go against the government like this? ]
[The government is also doing this for our own good. Perhaps we should try to trust the government...]
Somehow, a thought came into Tom's mind that had never occurred to him before.
"Tom... I think, why don't we just keep quiet for a while?" Suddenly, a leader of the opposition spoke up with a conflicted look on his face.
Then another person said anxiously: "I think we seem to be a little too radical. We don't actually understand what the authorities want to do. We just oppose for the sake of opposing. This doesn't seem to be a good idea..."
The third person also said: "How about we go and see what the authorities are trying to do?"
"Yes, without investigation, there is no right to speak."
Tom was a little dazed, and his self-blame and guilt were getting stronger and stronger. He said something that seemed to be directed to him: "How about we go and try out the so-called labor force completion plan ourselves?"
An even more bizarre situation occurred. The opposition leaders present actually nodded in agreement.
The group acted as they said they would, walked out of the safe house on the spot, and headed towards the pilot site of the workforce completion program set up by the coalition government in Washington.
"You guys want to volunteer for the [Global Workforce Completion Program]?"
The official staff member had a strange look on his face. On the tablet in his hand was the information of Tom and others, which showed that these people were stubborn opponents and had led a protest march in the morning.
"Yes. I want to learn more knowledge. Please help me sign up for the [Knowledge Improvement Project]."
"Me too."
"I have severe myopia. Can your [Cyber Transformation Project] help me replace my eyes with a mechanical one? It would be best if it glows red. That would be very cool."
"Beauty, I have a master's degree from Sparrow University of Technology. Do you think a highly educated person like me should leave behind a [Digital Life Backup]?"
The staff was confused. They couldn't understand what was going on. How come after only half a day, these diehards couldn't wait to come and participate in the plan they strongly opposed? Isn't this a slap in the face?
Some lawless place in northeastern Africa.
"Get lost! Go to the coalition government!"
"We have nothing to do with the coalition government."
"Go back and tell those idiots in Washington that if they want us to cooperate, they have to give us $20 billion in arms in exchange."
"We want the latest American products, not the Russian ones that fool us."
"The stuff from Rabbit House is also OK."
"Okay, you can go now!"
The people sent by the coalition government to negotiate with the local warlords were met with failure and had to leave temporarily.
Warlord Pana pinched his nose and flicked out his booger, and the official's back spit.
"Bah! A bunch of old foxes, wanting to get something for nothing? No way!"
Adjutant Tula said worriedly, "General, if we reject the coalition government so forcefully, will we be retaliated against?"
Warlord Pana laughed: "They dare not. The world is in chaos now, and the United Government can't take care of this place."
"We have neither planetary engines nor oil and minerals here. There is nothing but a bunch of hungry and rough people here. The United Government will not waste its energy attacking here."
"Let's go back and continue drinking!"
Pana returned to the city with his men and continued to live happily.
There are too many warlords like Pana on the African continent. Because they have no value and the coalition government is short of manpower, many places in Africa have become lawless areas, and warlords have become local tyrants here.
Facing the end of the world, these warlords have completely abandoned the bottom line of humanity, and their various brutal acts are simply inhumane.
"Go, bring up the chick I caught yesterday. I want to have some meat!"
The soldiers came in carrying a pretty dark-skinned girl. The girl kept struggling and cursing, but she was unable to resist the strong soldiers and was thrown on the sofa in a disheveled state.
"Hahaha, little girl, today I am going to teach you a lesson about the happiness of women!"
"Get away, you stinky pig!"
"Tula? Tula is that you? For God's sake save me!"
The girl saw a familiar figure in the crowd and cried for help as if she was grasping at a life-saving straw.
Adjutant Tula came forward with a dark face and pleaded with Pana in a deep voice: "General Pana, she is a girl from our village, can you..."
"Why? Is she your sister? As far as I know, you don't have any brothers or sisters."
Pana frowned and said unhappily.