Mr. Bishop is being interviewed on the radio, vigorously accusing the "Aurora Legion" of oppressing and destroying the democratic world, and calling on all Canadians to support his upcoming military action.
"This will be an epic victory. I dare not say it will be easy, but it will expose the cheap joke that the 'Aurora Legion' is invincible."
"We will show the world our strength. We are not afraid of any foreign invaders. It will be my unshirkable responsibility as Bishop to defeat and expel them."
"I even dare to disclose my entire military plan, because in my eyes, the 'Aurora Legion' is an ignorant reptile. They have only achieved some trivial achievements in the past, but have never faced a truly powerful opponent."
Mr. Bishop, who has been a lawyer, is very eloquent and talks eloquently in front of the microphone. This has been his publicity activity for three consecutive days before launching military operations. He hopes to use this series of publicity to increase his popularity and gather more people. People came to support him.
Just as they were talking happily, suddenly several people barged into the radio studio and pulled Mr. Bishop away in a panic, not even paying attention to the live radio interview.
"What happened? What are you doing?" Bishop saw that the people who pulled him were the bodyguards assigned to him by the committee, and he was very surprised why these people were so nervous.
"Mr. Bishop, the air raid siren has sounded," the bodyguard said.
"Air raid siren?" Bishop was still confused.
The bodyguard explained: "The committee was worried about the aircraft carrier of the 'Aurora Corps', so it did some work and at least installed several radars at the airport to provide early warning. Now the radar has found more than 20 aircraft flying from the east, so it immediately sounded the alarm Air defense alert."
More than 20 planes? There won’t really be a war, right?
Mr. Bishop suddenly felt a little weak and his feet were sprained when he walked. He had never thought that the Aurora Legion would dare to attack Toronto. He suddenly asked in confusion: "It's impossible, Toronto is located inland. , it’s far away from the seaside, and the aircraft carrier can’t get in.”
The most powerful weapon of the 'Aurora Legion' is the aircraft carrier, and everyone is afraid of this.
"Maybe the enemy sailed the aircraft carrier into the St. Lawrence River." The bodyguard didn't know how to explain.
Probably because he felt it was too embarrassing to be dragged away, Bishop struggled hard and stood up straight again, "That's enough, stop. We don't need to be so panicked."
"Your Excellency, Chairman, this may really be an air raid!" The bodyguard's duty is to protect Bishop's safety.
"Whether it's an air raid or not, we don't need to be afraid." Mr. Bishop felt that the crisis at hand was a great opportunity to refresh his image. He should handle the air raid firmly and fearlessly. "Calm down, we have air defense forces. Order the airport Send out aircraft to drive away enemy aircraft."
Perhaps Mr. Bishop's calmness was so touching that the bodyguards were no longer panicking. The air raid siren that had been ringing just now was quickly lifted, and the entire Toronto public came out to see what the air raid had done. How much loss?
But..., no bombs were dropped at all. What fell in the sky were leaflets one by one. There were two types of leaflets, one with the butcher’s ugly disfigured face, and the other with the wooden face of Minsk’s paralysis. Face. Neither person's image looks like a kind person.
After making sure it was safe, Mr. Bishop also came out of the underground bunker. Looking at the leaflets flying everywhere, he also curiously picked up one. However, after reading it, his face suddenly turned red and he became extremely angry.
"Asshole, how dare he do this? How could he have the courage to make such a threat?"
"If this kind of thing spreads, his reputation will be ruined. The reputation of the 'Aurora Legion' will be ruined. Doesn't he care at all?"
"Who does he think he is? Doesn't he have any conscience? Does he think he is the King of Terror?"
The moment he saw the flyer, Mr. Bishop preferred that what fell from the sky was a bomb. If it were a bomb, no matter how much damage it caused, it would allow the residents of Toronto to share the same hatred and fight against the powerful enemy, even if it only requires a few bomb craters.
But now, more than 20 light transport planes dropped more than 100,000 leaflets. If it was normal to drop some leaflets, it would not be a problem, but now it is not understood in this way.
The leaflet with Minsk's head on it read: "Citizens of Toronto, surrender! The benevolent Victor Hugo, the commander of the Army, was very kind to his people. But he was always cruel and ruthless towards his enemies.
If you reject our suggestion, we will blow up the Darlington Nuclear Power Plant east of Toronto. Think of Chernobyl, think of the various mutated creatures that appear in the wasteland, think of your own families and children,
Resistance will only plunge you into the abyss of despair."
Sounds terrible!
The flyer with the butcher's head on it read: "This is a miserable world. The weak must either join the strong or die. You can choose the rest of your life. Death is very simple. Just blow up the Darlington nuclear power plant. Strong
Nuclear contamination will kill most of you.
But I would rather talk to you about the beauty of living. We will provide sufficient food, stable work and life, and universal medical care and education. Although there is no way to reach the level before the catastrophe, we will do everything we can to satisfy
your needs.
I want to remind you that only one tenth of the people will receive our salvation, and the rest will only go to hell. You must surrender quickly, we can only accommodate 500,000 people. How you choose is up to you."
This is both a threat and a temptation, with a sense of urgency added to it, leaving people without much time to think about it.
After reading the leaflet, Bishop was trembling all over, and the paper in his hand was rattling. This is power, this is naked oppression of the people through fear!
No one expected that Victor Hugo not only did not implement a tolerant policy, but also unscrupulously declared his terror - anyone who disobeyed him would die!
There is such a ruler in the world who doesn't act according to common sense!
Bishop suddenly realized that he did not understand Victor Hugo at all. His previous propaganda to demonize Victor Hugo was completely wrong. Now everyone in Toronto knows that the enemy is extremely powerful, brutal, and terrifying.
A tyrant who does all kinds of evil.
This was originally intended to arouse the citizens' distaste for the 'Aurora Legion' and resist Victor Hugo's attempts to win over them. But now they won't win over them at all. They are clearly not good people - I want to fuck you, so you can only choose to cry.
Being fucked or being fucked with a smile.
If it was before the Cataclysm, or if there was a strong governing body, this kind of barbaric behavior would have no effect at all.
But now in the post-apocalyptic world, where the law of the jungle is fully implemented, no one will stand up for justice, and no one will even speak out to accuse. The Toronto Autonomous Council does not have enough prestige to offset the threat from the 'Aurora Legion'.
"Big trouble!" Bishop could already imagine that as soon as this leaflet fell, the people on the committee would immediately demand that troops be sent to defend the Darlington Nuclear Power Plant. Regardless of whether the 'Aurora Legion' would attack it or not, the place would need to be heavily guarded.
Bishop couldn't say "no" to this, otherwise he would be putting the lives of millions of Toronto residents at risk. And he only has 3,000 men in hand, and only 1,000 mobile troops can be mobilized. Such a move
Well, the plan to attack Montreal is naturally postponed indefinitely.
"Damn it, how could this person do this? With such unreasonable people existing, the civilized world will be over!" Bishop's mind was in a mess, and just one leaflet disrupted all his plans.
A leaflet announces that the barbaric era of the wasteland has truly come. From now on, all hypocritical faces will be torn off, and only interests will last forever!