America 1982-Chapter 653 - 152: White Devil_2

Behind him were several black corpses hanging high, riddled with bullet holes, amidst the ruins of a building, as he spread his arms wide beneath his expansive white robe and declared:

"I once said that you can’t hang them, but I can. I must keep my promise; God is my witness."

"Stop!" Tommy suddenly yelled "Cut!" at the camera, then took a deep breath and spun around twice on the spot. Uncertainly, he said to the cameraman, "Did the lines I just said sound too domineering? They sound less like I’m showing the old guys I’ve done it and more like I’m making believers kneel and stick their asses up. Let’s change it, it’s disrespectful to those who’ll watch this recording. I’ve got it... Let’s do it again, you two, untie that unlucky nigger and hang him up again, we’ll shoot one more time! The last time! I promise!"

The unfortunate nigger was slowly lifted again, and Tommy turned to face the camera, his face full of sanctity and serenity, as he gently began to recite from the Bible:

"The decree to Noah said, ’All flesh will come to an end, for violence has filled the earth, and I shall destroy both it and them...’"

"That holy expression is a bit too exaggerated, Tommy, you..." Behind the camera, the cameraman interrupted Tommy’s performance, and from the sound of the voice, it was indeed Ted himself.

Tommy angrily cursed at the camera, interrupted: "Just shoot it like that! Ted! I barely held back from corpsing! And I tried my best to look as merciful and saintly as possible! F*ck! You ruined it all! It’s the first time I’ve realized how hard it is for actors to film! I’m enduring the bloody smell of niggers and the kimchi smell of Koreans. We’ve already shot this five times! I’m about to get a sinus attack! Even if the dead niggers aren’t tired, I’m going to throw up! Acting is not an easy job, I can’t believe I used to ignorantly complain about their high incomes!"

"Honestly, actors wouldn’t use those niggers behind you as props, you deserve a higher salary," Ted said with a laugh.

"Exactly, so my fee should be a bit higher than a typical actor’s; it’s only fair, right?" Tommy, in his white robe, looked straight into the camera and asked with a smile:

"One last question, how much should I be paid for this performance?"

The recording ended, and the television screen was once again filled with static. Ted looked around at everyone present: "How’s my filming?"

"If I were you, I’d get a white female star in a white robe to redo what Tommy just did. Make the robe more revealing, low-cut, showing off her thighs, you know what I mean? A soprano, singing hymns. Every time that guy Tommy appeared on camera, I knew he was holding back a laugh. In his heart, he probably couldn’t wait to dance disco on those niggers..." Dennis furrowed his brow and thought for a while, offering his serious opinion.

Gore looked at Ted: "I don’t have much to say, but my father loves watching it. He chased after me several times, asking whether those black corpses behind Tommy were just fake props to amuse him. When he found out they weren’t, he cursed Tommy as a cruel bastard."

"Anything else?" Ted continued to ask.

Gore hesitated: "He also said that I should learn a thing or two. My father was so angry when he learned that I didn’t sneak off to Los Angeles in a white robe to watch those Koreans kill niggers, he called me a wimp. He said that I should let Tommy teach me what cruelty is."

"Sounds like your father would be supportive of him, right?" Ted smiled in satisfaction.

"Of course, he’s already ninety years old, so he’s ready to give up his seat," Gore said somewhat wistfully.

"Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Gore, is your father... your father is a fucking member of the Grey Bishop Group of the SSD Fraternity? Is this thing hereditary?" Dennis, hearing the conversation, widened his eyes: "If I were an ordinary white person, how could I become a member of that Bishop Group—that small group that can manipulate resources from a higher standpoint?"

"If you were an ordinary white person, you wouldn’t even be in this room in Tommy’s house," Ted candidly told Dennis: "After we handle Tommy’s business, I want to talk to you about your plans." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Dennis, confused, said: "You’re going to talk to me? That’s Tommy’s gig."

"Afterward, I will replace Tommy and become your friend, which might include Mr. Gore as well. I will become his friend too. Tommy no longer needs the exposure within the Fraternity, but if I still want to join him in the Bishop Group, I need to work hard using media newspapers and the like to cultivate good relationships with the brothers within the Fraternity. Tommy is the first, Charles is the second, and I am the third; that’s the order. I don’t want to fall too far behind those two. Moreover, if the three of us could be promoted in succession, we could match the extremely difficult record held by the West Point Chapter of having three alumni brothers consecutively promoted to members of the Bishop Group," Ted said.

"Why would Charles be ranked second? I mean, considering that Tommy has handed many things over to you, he would still advance faster than you."

"His father-in-law is the Secretary of Defense who rules over the Pentagon, his wife controls the enormous foundation of the richest U.S. foreign aid at the United States Agency for International Development, and he himself is responsible for giving various kinds of advice to the President in the Office of the President. Therefore, he will definitely be promoted before me. Is this reason sufficient?"

"I started nodding in agreement when you only said the first sentence," Dennis spoke earnestly to Ted, "It’s unquestionably fair. I was proud of being the fastest among my West Point classmates to be promoted to lieutenant. After hearing what you said, I am relieved. Does the Deputy Secretary of Defense have a daughter? Or if the Deputy Secretary is a woman, that would also be acceptable, or even if the Deputy Secretary’s mother is still alive, you can tell me. I have an underling named Glen who likes mature women, and he has a formidable 22cm, undefeated with mature women. I got through a troublesome year without being expelled, thanks to a 57-year-old widowed American beauty on the Student Ethics Committee of the New York State University system. Glen convinced her with the power of 22."

After listening, Ted looked at Gore, who turned his face away, and Ted rubbed his face vigorously with both hands: "I feel that when I said just now that we would become friends, I may have been somewhat hasty."

...

Livingston, SSD Grand Chapter.

Surrounding darkness still prevailed, with only the faint glow of candlelight. Tommy Hawk, clad in a loose white robe, stood at the beginning of the entrance aisle of the ceremonial hall, with the red carpet extending forward under his feet. Seated on both sides were the brothers of SSD who had been invited to witness the ceremony. At the far end of the red carpet, in the hall’s front, illuminated by candlelight, was a figure in a grey robe, flanked by two white-robed individuals. To the right of the grey-clad figure stood a white-robed attendant holding a golden censer, from which smoke gently rose, wafting through the gilded openwork. On the left, another white-robed attendant held a slender scepter.

The figure in the grey robe took the scepter from the attendant’s hand, holding it firmly, and tapped the floor lightly twice with the end of the staff, producing a "thud, thud" sound.

Hearing the sound of the scepter, Tommy, robed in white, stepped forward along the red carpet toward the grey-clad figure, softly humming:

"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found; was blind, but now I see. Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come. ’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home..."

Watching Tommy Hawk slowly approach, the figure on the stage, with an aged and muffled voice, made an effort to speak loudly:

"I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures, with a voice like thunder, say: ’Come!’"

"I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest!"

Tommy walked up to the figure, his shoulders shaking, his arms wide open, the loosely draped white robe fell to the ground, revealing his muscular body. The grey-clothed individual himself undid his grey robe, revealing an aged visage underneath, and personally helped Tommy into the grey robe he had taken off. Then, with difficulty, he stepped down from the podium, stood below the steps, and looking up slightly toward Tommy, who had now donned the grey robe and taken the golden censer and scepter from the hands of the two white-robed attendants, spoke with a solemn stance:

"When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say: ’Come!’"

"I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Righteous, known as the White Devil, and Hades was following close behind him!"

Tommy looked straight ahead, devoid of joy or sorrow, softly continuing the unfinished hymn:

"Mortal flesh will decay, life will end, but grace flows eternal, never to dry. Earth shall melt like snow, the sun too will fade, but God alone is eternal, enduring forever unto everlasting life..."

The elderly man turned around, faced the audience below, and proclaimed loudly, "Let us witness the birth of another member of the Grey Bishop Group of the SSD Fraternity: The White Devil, Tommy Hawk!"