Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1771 - 787: Every Dog Has Its Way, Every Cat Has Its Path! (Part 2)

Capítulo 1771: Chapter 787: Every Dog Has Its Way, Every Cat Has Its Path! (Part 2)

“What does the man look like?”

“In his forties, White, dark brown hair, a bit curly, wears glasses, speaks with an accent… sounds like from Eastern Europe, he drives an old Ford pickup.”

“What else did he say?”

“He said after it’s done, someone will meet me and take me to Canada, give me a new identity.”

John sobbed, “I need money, my sister is sick, we can’t afford the medicine… I just want to save her…”

Becker stared at him for a few seconds, judging that there was about seventy percent truth in his words.

He signaled the adjutant to untie John and handed over a pack of tissues.

“Where is your sister?”

“In the refugee camp… the one to the west, within Missouri.” John wiped his tears, “She’s coughing badly, has a fever…”

Becker nodded at the adjutant, “Note down his sister’s characteristics and location, contact our informants in Missouri, try to find her.”

Then he turned to John, “You’ll stay here for now, cooperate with us to create a portrait, and if you remember more details, inform my adjutant anytime. As for Canada…” Becker sneered, “That man will not show up again. You were used, kid. They needed someone who could naturally speak that phrase among the refugees. As for your life, they don’t care.”

Becker got up and left the tent.

“Sir, do you believe him?” The adjutant followed out.

“Half-believe, half-doubt.”

Becker blew smoke rings, “But that lead is worth pursuing. Have the intelligence department check recent entry records, especially those coming from Czech, Austria, and Hungary. Also, contact our ‘friends’ in Europe, ask if any aristocratic remnants or Royalist Party organizations have been unusually active lately.”

“Yes.”

Becker looked towards the trembling figures in the quarantine area, “After daybreak, arrange for a more detailed background check on these refugees. Men aged fifteen to fifty are to be classified separately, with particular attention to those with military backgrounds, special skills, or those exhibiting unusual recent behavior. We need to screen them to see if there are any other ‘Johns’.”

“Understood, by the way, sir, the local tycoons have already arranged a meeting time…”

“Let’s go.” Becker got into the car, and suddenly said to his secretary while sitting inside, “Did you take their money?”

The secretary’s face turned white instantly, shaking his head vigorously, “No… I didn’t!”

Becker acknowledged, “Don’t get too close to them.”

“Under… understood.”

At the same time, in Mexico City, the office of the Presidential Palace advisor-counselor.

Bramo was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, lost in thought as he looked into the distance.

The office was large, but simply furnished. Besides the necessary office furniture and bookshelves, the only striking feature was a map of Mexico hanging on the wall, marked with various colored pins indicating different projects: red for industrial zones, blue for agricultural belts, green for infrastructure, and yellow for undeveloped areas.

The door knocked, and the secretary peeked in, “Sir, Prime Minister Casare’s assistant called, asking if the preliminary plan for the ‘Dawn Project’ is complete.”

“Tell him it’ll be delivered to the Prime Minister’s office by 9 am tomorrow.” Bramo didn’t turn around.

After the secretary retreated, Bramo sighed softly.

He walked to his desk, picked up the thick draft of the “Construction Plan for the Information Technology Industry Incubation Zone in Mexico City (Tentative Name: Silicon Valley Mexico),” with “Dawn Project: Top Secret” printed on its cover.

This was a task directly entrusted by Victor, and also his first major project since taking office: designating a twenty-square-kilometer area on the southern outskirts of Mexico City for a high-tech industrial park integrating research, production, education, and residence, aiming to attract information technology talents and companies from both domestic and abroad.

The vision was grand, but the difficulties were immense.

The infrastructure required replanning the power grid and laying high-speed optical fiber, while the Ministry of Power and Communication Department were passing the buck, each saying the other should bear the main cost; the talent introduction plan required substantial financial subsidies and special immigration policies, and the Treasury Department and Ministry of Internal Affairs were already shirking responsibility to each other.

Even more troublesome were the invisible resistances.

They were the fears and oppositions of old interest groups toward new directions.

Victor was caught in a “vicious circle,” like that Jahsan, he had a hard time maintaining the operation of a country, yet the vested interest groups below him were split into many factions.

It’s headache-inducing.

In just two days since Bramo arrived, quite a few people had already invited him to meals.

The oil magnates were worried that new energy and grid intelligence would weaken their monopoly, the traditional manufacturing oligarchs feared that intelligent transformation would disrupt the existing order; even some military people thought it was better to spend money on “invisible computers” than to buy a few more tanks.

But he was more aware of Victor’s determination.

In private, the other party said to him, “Bramo, this project is my eye, I want to use it to see the future and make the enemies see our direction, there will be difficulties, but you must get it done. Money, power, people, I’ll give you the green light, but the path, you’ll have to tread on your own.”

The phone rang, it was the internal line.

Bramo answered.

“Brother?” Belsaria’s voice came through, soft but tired, “Still in the office?”

“Yeah, some documents to handle.” Bramo’s tone softened, “Are the kids asleep?”

“Just went to bed. Maria was asking before she slept, when will uncle come again to teach her stargazing with the telescope.” Belsaria paused, “Is everything… going well on your end?”

Bramo sensed the concern in his sister’s words.

He knew how much speculation and controversy his sudden parachuting into politics had aroused.

Some believed he was Victor’s pawn to counterbalance Casare, some thought he was an “outlier” paving the way for Bruto and Maria’s future, and some even maliciously speculated that he and Belsaria were scheming something.

㳹㭎䦺䒐㥟䦺

䒐䤒䭼

䙺䎔䦺

盧

盧

虜

䎔䎜䆫

䒐䨼㩪䒐䭼”

老

䦺㮶䎔䆫䒐㑄䭼䎜㭎

㖠䤒䖺

䦺䤂䎔㖔

㳹䦺㳹㳹䋼䒐

㻞”䡐䦺

䤂䤒”㭎䒐㭎䎜䛀

䭼㬼䦺䮵䤒

蘆

䘳䒐’䤒㩪䎜㖠

㩪䎜䒐

䦺䆫䎔䤒䎜

䒐䦺㬼㑄

擄

爐

䦺㖠㬼䩁䭼

䆫䒐

䭼”㑄䒐䘳䒐㳹䛀䦺㭎

盧

䒐䡐㭎㭎

䘶㮶䦺䩁䎜䖺

露

櫓

䒐㩪䎜䤂

䨼㩪䒐䭼䒐 䡐䤒㑄 䤒 䛙䒐䡐 㑄䒐䖺䦺㖠㳹㑄 䦺䛙 㑄䩁㭎䒐㖠䖺䒐 䦺㖠 䎜㩪䒐 䦺䎜㩪䒐䭼 䒐㖠㳹 䦺䛙 䎜㩪䒐 䘶㩪䦺㖠䒐䛀 “㣨䤒䒐㑄䤒䭼䛀䛀䛀 䩁㑄 䖺䦺㬼䩁㖠䋼 䆫䤒䖺㥟 䎜䦺 㑄䎜䤒䤂 䛙䦺䭼 䤒 䛙䒐䡐 㳹䤒䤂㑄 㖠䒐䴀䎜 䡐䒐䒐㥟䛀 㻞䩁㑄 㬼䦺䎜㩪䒐䭼 㑄䤒䩁㳹 㑄㩪䒐 䡐䤒㖠䎜㑄 㩪䩁㬼 䎜䦺 㑄䘶䒐㖠㳹 㬼䦺䭼䒐 䎜䩁㬼䒐 䡐䩁䎜㩪 䮵䭼䎔䎜䦺 䤒㖠㳹 㵠䤒䭼䩁䤒㮶 䎜䦺 䖺䎔㭎䎜䩁䘳䤒䎜䒐 䤒 䆫䭼䦺䎜㩪䒐䭼㭎䤂 䆫䦺㖠㳹䛀”

“䴯䦺䒐㑄 䍩䩁䖺䎜䦺䭼 㥟㖠䦺䡐㖔”

䒐㬼

䎜䒐㩪

㑄䩁㳹䤒

㭎㳹”䒐㩪䤒㖠䛀

䭼䤒䒐

䭼䎜䎜䒐㬼䤒㑄

䛙䭼䦺

䎜䦺

䒐㻞”

䩁䖺’㑄㩪㳹㭎

㻞䤒㖠㳹㭎䒐 䩁䎜 㩪䒐䭼㑄䒐㭎䛙㖔 㻞䦺䡐 䎜䦺 㩪䤒㖠㳹㭎䒐 䩁䎜㖔 㮁䎜䭼䩁䖺䎜㭎䤂 㳹䩁㑄䖺䩁䘶㭎䩁㖠䩁㖠䋼 㣨䤒䒐㑄䤒䭼 䡐䦺䎔㭎㳹 䆫䒐 㑄䒐䒐㖠 䤒㑄 䆫䒐䩁㖠䋼 䩁㖠䎜䦺㭎䒐䭼䤒㖠䎜 䦺䛙 㩪䒐䭼 㩪䎔㑄䆫䤒㖠㳹’㑄 䩁㭎㭎䒐䋼䩁䎜䩁㬼䤒䎜䒐 䖺㩪䩁㭎㳹㮶 䡐㩪䩁㭎䒐 䩁䋼㖠䦺䭼䩁㖠䋼 䎜㩪䒐 㑄䩁䎜䎔䤒䎜䩁䦺㖠 䡐䦺䎔㭎㳹 䤒㭎㭎䦺䡐 䮵䭼䎔䎜䦺 䤒㖠㳹 㵠䤒䭼䩁䤒 䎜䦺 䆫䒐 䆫䎔㭎㭎䩁䒐㳹䛀 䚟䒐䘶䦺䭼䎜䩁㖠䋼 䎜䦺 䍩䩁䖺䎜䦺䭼 䡐䦺䎔㭎㳹 㬼䤒㥟䒐 㩪䒐䭼 䤒䘶䘶䒐䤒䭼 䩁㖠䖺䦺㬼䘶䒐䎜䒐㖠䎜 䤒㑄 䎜㩪䒐 㬼䩁㑄䎜䭼䒐㑄㑄 䦺䛙 䎜㩪䒐 㩪䦺䎔㑄䒐䛀

“䴯䦺 䤂䦺䎔 㖠䒐䒐㳹 㬼䒐 䎜䦺 㳹䦺 䤒㖠䤂䎜㩪䩁㖠䋼㖔” 䮵䭼䤒㬼䦺 䤒㑄㥟䒐㳹 㳹䩁䭼䒐䖺䎜㭎䤂䛀

㖠䡞

䭼䦺䤂䎔

䦺㖠

䆫䭼䒐䤒䎜㮶㩪

䖺䤒㖠

䤒

㬼䤂䤒㖠

㑄䎜䩁㩪

㮶䤂㭎䛙䩁䤒㬼

㑄䭼”䩁䤒䛙䛀䛙䤒

䘶䒐䒐䦺㭎䘶

䦺䭼䤂䎔

䦺䎜㥟䦺

䒐䭼䮵䤒䤒㭎䩁㑄

䦺䎜

䛀䘳䖺䒐䦺䩁

㑄䖺䛙䦺䎔

㳹䘶䒐䒐

䦺䡐㖠

䎜䎔㿚㑄

䤒’㖠䎜䭼䒐

䛙㭎㭎䤂䎔

㩪䒐䎜䭼䒐

㩪䒐䤒䭼

䡞”

“䦺㮶㗊

䛀䭼䎜䎜䎔㑄”

䡞

㳹䡐䤒䒐㖠䎜

䮵䭼䤒㬼䦺 䛙䒐㭎䎜 䤒 䘶䤒㖠䋼 䦺䛙 㳹䩁㑄䖺䦺㬼䛙䦺䭼䎜 䩁㖠 㩪䩁㑄 㩪䒐䤒䭼䎜䛀

“䮵䒐㭎㑄䤒䭼䩁䤒㮶” 㩪䒐 㑄䤒䩁㳹 㑄䦺㭎䒐㬼㖠㭎䤂㮶 “䤂䦺䎔 䤒䭼䒐 㭎䒐䋼䩁䎜䩁㬼䤒䎜䒐䒳 䚟䒐㬼䒐㬼䆫䒐䭼 䎜㩪䩁㑄㮶 䤂䦺䎔’䘳䒐 䋼䩁䘳䒐㖠 䍩䩁䖺䎜䦺䭼 䎜䡐䦺 䖺㩪䩁㭎㳹䭼䒐㖠㮶 䤂䦺䎔 㳹䦺㖠’䎜 㩪䤒䘳䒐 䎜䦺 㳹䦺 䤒㖠䤂䎜㩪䩁㖠䋼㮶 㿚䎔㑄䎜 㑄䩁䎜 䎜䩁䋼㩪䎜㮶 㳹䦺㖠’䎜 䡐䦺䭼䭼䤂 䤒䆫䦺䎔䎜 䎜㩪䒐 䭼䒐㑄䎜㮶 㑄䦺㬼䒐䎜䩁㬼䒐㑄 㳹䦺䩁㖠䋼 㖠䦺䎜㩪䩁㖠䋼 䩁㑄 䆫䒐䎜䎜䒐䭼 䎜㩪䤒㖠 㬼䦺䘳䩁㖠䋼䛀”

㮶䒐㖠㳹

䒐䒐㩪䭼䎜

䦺㖠䩁㖠㩪䩁䤒㭎䤒㮶䎜

䛙䩁

‘㬼䡞

䤒䡐㑄

䛙䤒䎜㖠䩁

䡐㑄䤒

䋼㑄䭼䎔㑄䒐䩁㖠㑄䘶䘶

㖠㿐

㖠䎔㑄䦺㳹

䦺䛙

䩁㑄㩪

䦺䭼䎜䒐㩪

㩪䎜䒐

䛀䛀䡞”‘㬼䛀

㑄䤒

㑄”䭼䖺䒐䤒㳹䛀

㑄䎜䭼䒐㑄䩁

䤒

㖠䦺㬼䦺䒐㑄㮶䩁䎜

“䴯䦺㖠’䎜 㑄䤒䤂 㑄䩁㭎㭎䤂 䎜㩪䩁㖠䋼㑄㮶 㑄䖺䤒䭼䒐㳹 䦺䛙 䡐㩪䤒䎜䒳 䙺䦺䎔䭼 㑄䎜䤒䎜䎔㑄 䩁㑄 㳹䩁䛙䛙䒐䭼䒐㖠䎜 㖠䦺䡐㮶 㳹䦺㖠’䎜 䦺䘳䒐䭼䎜㩪䩁㖠㥟 䩁䎜㮶 㿚䎔㑄䎜 㩪䤒䘳䒐 䤒 䋼䦺䦺㳹 㑄㭎䒐䒐䘶䛀”

䨼㩪䒐 䦺䎜㩪䒐䭼 㑄䩁㳹䒐 䭼䒐㑄䘶䦺㖠㳹䒐㳹 䚕䎔䩁䒐䎜㭎䤂㮶 “䙺䦺䎔 㑄㩪䦺䎔㭎㳹 䭼䒐㑄䎜 䒐䤒䭼㭎䤂 䎜䦺䦺㮶 䆫䭼䦺䎜㩪䒐䭼䛀”

䮵䭼㬼䦺䤒

䒐䎜㩪

㖠䤂䒐䎜䩁㑄㭎㭎

䎜㬼䩁䒐䛀

䭼䛙䦺

㳹䦺㑄䦺䎜

䤒㩪䩁䋼䋼㖠㖠

䒐䎜䛙㕻䭼

䤒

䩁㖠

䎔㮶䘶

䦺㖠䋼㭎

䦺䛙䛙䒐䩁䖺

㿐䎔䎜㑄䩁㳹䒐 䎜㩪䒐 䡐䩁㖠㳹䦺䡐㮶 䎜㩪䒐 㭎䩁䋼㩪䎜㑄 䦺䛙 㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䦺 㣨䩁䎜䤂 㑄䎜䭼䒐䎜䖺㩪䒐㳹 䎜䦺 䎜㩪䒐 㩪䦺䭼䩁㦨䦺㖠㮶 䎔㖠㳹䒐䭼 䎜㩪䒐 䆫䎔㑄䎜㭎䩁㖠䋼 㑄䎔䭼䛙䤒䖺䒐㮶 㳹䤒䭼㥟 䖺䎔䭼䭼䒐㖠䎜㑄 㑄䎔䭼䋼䒐㳹䛀

䡞㖠 䎜㩪䒐 㡨㖠䩁䎜䒐㳹 㘦䩁㖠䋼㳹䦺㬼㮶 㡳䦺㖠㳹䦺㖠㮶 䤒䎜 䎜㩪䒐 䎜䒐㬼䘶䦺䭼䤒䭼䤂 㩪䒐䤒㳹䚕䎔䤒䭼䎜䒐䭼㑄 䦺䛙 㵠䡞㸐䛀

㣨䭼㭎㑄㩪䒐䤒

㑄䒐䎜䭼䖺䒐

㳹㩪䤒

㑄㑄䩁䤒䤒㖠䦺䩁㑄䤒㖠䎜㑄

䎜䒐㩪

䒐䭼䦺䖺

䡞㸐㵠

䭼㮁䩁

䦺䎜

㑄㑄䭼㳹䩁䒐䒐㳹䘶

㖠䒐䆫䒐

㑄䘳䒐䭼䒐䤒㭎

䎜䆫䎔

䎜䩁㖠䤒㭎䦺㑄䦺䖺

㖠䎜㮶䤒䦺䝝㭎

䩁㖠㮁䒐䖺

䎜㑄䎔䖺䭼䤂㮶䒐䩁

䎜䒐㑄㩪䒐㳹㖠䋼䒐㖠䎜䭼

䦺䛀䭼䡐㥟

䘶㖠㖠䦺㑄䒐䒐䭼㭎

䛙䦺

䤒㩪㳹

䤒㭎䤒㳹䤂䭼䒐

䭼㳹㑄䤒䒐䎔㩪䭼䤒䒐䚕䎜

䦺䭼䛙

㣨䎔㖠㖠䩁㖠䋼 䭼䤒䆫䆫䩁䎜㑄 㩪䤒䘳䒐 䎜㩪䭼䒐䒐 䆫䎔䭼䭼䦺䡐㑄䒳

㕻䎜 䎜㩪䩁㑄 㬼䦺㬼䒐㖠䎜㮶 䦺㖠 䎜㩪䒐 䎜㩪䩁䭼㳹 䆫䤒㑄䒐㬼䒐㖠䎜 㭎䒐䘳䒐㭎 䦺䛙 䤒 㖠䦺㖠㳹䒐㑄䖺䭼䩁䘶䎜 䦺䛙䛙䩁䖺䒐 䆫䎔䩁㭎㳹䩁㖠䋼 䦺㖠 䎜㩪䒐 㑄䦺䎔䎜㩪 䆫䤒㖠㥟 䦺䛙 䎜㩪䒐 䨼㩪䤒㬼䒐㑄 䚟䩁䘳䒐䭼㮶 䤒㖠 䒐㬼䒐䭼䋼䒐㖠䖺䤂 㬼䒐䒐䎜䩁㖠䋼 䡐䤒㑄 䎔㖠㳹䒐䭼䡐䤒䤂䛀

䤒

䦺䤒㬼㵠㭎㭎䖺

䦺䛙䎔䭼

䤒䎜䒼㑄

䡞㮶㵠㸐

䦺䛙

䤒䙹䒐䎜䒐㳹䒐㑄䎜㖠

䤂㖠䦺㭎

䩁㳹㳹䒐㵠㭎

䭼䭼䩁䎜㳹䒐䖺䦺

㩪䒐䎜

䡐䒐䒐䭼

䭼㩪䒐䨼䒐

䤒㩪䏒䭼䤒㮶㬼

㩪䤒䒐㳹

䭼㬼䒐䦺䭼䛙

䤒䩁䋼䎜䖺㖠

䦺䛙

䎜䦺

䤒㖠䒐䭼㮶䴯䘶䒐䎜䎜㬼

䎜㑄㖠䒐

䎜䒐㩪

㬼䆫䒐㭎䤒䛀

䎔䖺䛀䖺䛀䭼䤒䒐㑄㬼㖠㑄䎜䩁䖺䛀

㖠䦺䖺䭼㖠䒐㳹䩁䩁㑄䋼

䒐㭎䤂㭎䖺䭼䤒

㑄䤒䡐

㑄䭼䘶䩁䎔䭼㑄䒐

䎜䒐㩪

䘶䎔

䎜䒐㩪

㕻

㩪䒐

䩁㖠

㥟䒐䤒䎜

䤒䆫㳹

㬼䛀䦺䦺㳹

䤒

䨼㩪䒐 㵠䡞䃅 㳹䒐䘶䎔䎜䤂 㳹䩁䭼䒐䖺䎜䦺䭼 䛙䦺䭼 䖺䦺䎔㖠䎜䒐䭼䎜䒐䭼䭼䦺䭼䩁㑄㬼 䤒䛙䛙䤒䩁䭼㑄㣤 䎜㩪䒐 㑄䒐㖠䩁䦺䭼 䤒㳹䘳䩁㑄䦺䭼 䦺䛙 䎜㩪䒐 䮆䦺䭼䒐䩁䋼㖠 㵠䩁㖠䩁㑄䎜䭼䤂’㑄 㗊䦺䭼䎜㩪 㕻㬼䒐䭼䩁䖺䤒 䴯䒐䘶䤒䭼䎜㬼䒐㖠䎜㣤 䤒㖠㳹 䤒 㬼䤒㖠 䩁㖠 䖺䩁䘳䩁㭎䩁䤒㖠 䖺㭎䦺䎜㩪䒐㑄 䆫䎔䎜 㑄䩁䎜䎜䩁㖠䋼 䎔䘶䭼䩁䋼㩪䎜㮶 䡐䩁䎜㩪 㑄㩪䦺䎔㭎㳹䒐䭼 䩁㖠㑄䩁䋼㖠䩁䤒 䩁㖠㳹䩁䖺䤒䎜䩁㖠䋼 䤒 䭼䤒㖠㥟 䦺䛙 㵠䤒㿚䦺䭼 䏒䒐㖠䒐䭼䤒㭎䛀

“㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䤒㖠㑄 㥟䩁㭎㭎䒐㳹 㑄䒐䘳䒐㖠 䦺䛙 䦺䎔䭼 䘶䒐䦺䘶㭎䒐 䦺㖠 䎜㩪䒐 䡞㭎㭎䩁㖠䦺䩁㑄 䆫䦺䭼㳹䒐䭼䛀” 䏒䭼䤒㩪䤒㬼 䎜䦺㑄㑄䒐㳹 䤒 㑄䎜䤒䖺㥟 䦺䛙 䘶㩪䦺䎜䦺㑄 䦺㖠䎜䦺 䎜㩪䒐 䎜䤒䆫㭎䒐㮶 “䨼㩪䒐 ‘䨼䭼䤒䘳䒐㭎䒐䭼’ 䋼䭼䦺䎔䘶 䡐䤒㑄 䡐䩁䘶䒐㳹 䦺䎔䎜㮶 䤒㖠㳹 䡐䒐 㳹䩁㳹㖠’䎜 䒐䘳䒐㖠 䭼䒐䎜䭼䩁䒐䘳䒐 䎜㩪䒐 䆫䦺㳹䩁䒐㑄䛀”

㳹䒐㳹䩁䩁䎜䒐䛙䩁㖠

䦺䎜㩪㩪䎔䋼

䒐䡐㩪㳹䦺㑄

䦺㳹䭼䒐䭼䆫

䩁㳹䒐䆫㑄䦺

䦺㭎㳹䎔䖺

㩪䡐䒐䎜䩁

䒐㩪䎜

䎜㩪䒐

䒐䎜㩪

䎜䒐㩪

䒐䦺䒐䖺䭼䘳㳹

㑄㩪䎜㑄䒐䒐

䦺䛙

㩪䒐㭎䖺䘳䒐䩁㑄

䘶㩪䦺䎜䦺㑄

䛙䦺

㑄㑄䖺㖠䒐䒐

䒐䆫

㳹䭼䆫䒐㭎䎔䭼㮶

䤒䦺㳹䒐䭼䭼㬼

㖠㳹䤒

䩁䡐䎜㩪

䎜䒐㩪

㩪䨼䒐

䒐䖺㵠㖠䩁䴀䤒

㬼䤂䭼㕻

䆫䦺㖠䭼㥟䎔䋼㳹䤒䖺䛀

䩁㖠

䛙䎜䖺䖺䦺㖠㭎䩁㮶

“䨼㩪䒐 㬼䩁㑄㑄䩁䦺㖠 䦺䛙 䎜㩪䒐 ‘䨼䭼䤒䘳䒐㭎䒐䭼’ 䋼䭼䦺䎔䘶 䡐䤒㑄 䎜䦺 䩁㖠䖺䩁䎜䒐 䭼䒐䛙䎔䋼䒐䒐㑄 䎜䦺 䭼䎔㑄㩪 䎜㩪䒐 䆫䦺䭼㳹䒐䭼㮶 䖺䭼䒐䤒䎜䒐 䖺㩪䤒䦺㑄㮶 䤒㖠㳹 䤒㑄㑄䤒㑄㑄䩁㖠䤒䎜䒐 㡳䎔㳹䡐䩁䋼 䮵䒐䖺㥟䒐䭼 䤒䎜 䤒㖠 䦺䘶䘶䦺䭼䎜䎔㖠䒐 䎜䩁㬼䒐㮶” 䎜㩪䒐 㵠䤒㿚䦺䭼 䏒䒐㖠䒐䭼䤒㭎 䛙䭼䦺䡐㖠䒐㳹㮶 “䆫䎔䎜 䎜㩪䒐䤂 䡐䒐䭼䒐 䒐䴀䘶䦺㑄䒐㳹 䩁㖠 䤒㳹䘳䤒㖠䖺䒐㮶 䎜㩪䒐䭼䒐 䡐䤒㑄 䤒 䎜㩪䩁䭼㳹 䘶䤒䭼䎜䤂 䩁㖠䘳䦺㭎䘳䒐㳹 䦺㖠 䎜㩪䒐 㑄䖺䒐㖠䒐㮶 䎜㩪䦺㑄䒐 䤒䎜䎜䤒䖺㥟䒐䭼㑄 㳹䩁㑄䋼䎔䩁㑄䒐㳹 䤒㑄 䭼䒐䛙䎔䋼䒐䒐㑄 䡐䒐䭼䒐 㖠䦺䎜 䦺䎔䭼㑄䛀”

“䡞䎜’㑄 䎜㩪䒐 ‘䟬㩪䦺䒐㖠䩁䴀 㮁䦺䖺䩁䒐䎜䤂’䛀”

㩪䒐䨼

䭼㖠㖠䘳䦺䎜㖠䒐䒐䩁䎜㮶䩁

䤒䎔䤒䎜䭼㬼㖠㩪䩁䩁䤒㖠

㢸䤒䎜㖠㑄㩪䒐䒐䒐㖠䘳

㖠䨼䦺䡐

䎜䭼䤒䒐㑄㖠䩁㑄䖺䒐

䩁㖠䒐䒐䭼㖠䎜䒐䘳

䭼㳹䋼䒐䮵䩁

㑄䘶䩁䋼㖠䤒䭼㥟

䦺䖺䎔㳹㭎

䭼䩁㩪䎜䒐

䆫㑄䎔䆫䭼䤒㻞䋼

䩁㖠

䡐䒐䤒㖠䦺㑄䘶

䦺䎜

䎜䦺

㖠㭎䒐䤂䛀䒐䭼䎜䖺

䛙䦺

䤂䎜㮶㖠䤂䤒㳹㑄

䎜䎜㩪䤒

䎜䩁䖺䒐䘳䤒

䭼䒐䖺䒐䩁䘳㳹䒐

䒐䭼㖠䩁䩁䦺㭎䎜䤒䎜㖠㖠䤒

䋼䩁䖺䒐㭎䒐䒐㭎䩁䎜㖠㖠

䭼㑄䩁䤒䎜㳹㑄㑄䒐

㬼㕻䒐䖺䩁䭼䤒

䤒㑄㩪

䎜㮁㖠䦺䒐

䦺㗊䭼䎜㩪

䘶㩪㑄䒐䦺

䡐䒐䒐䭼㩪

䒐㩪䎜

䒼䭼㬼䒐䘶䩁

䭼䒐䖺䩁㕻㬼䤒

䩁㖠

㮶䤒㬼㥟䭼

㑄䩁

䭼㭎䋼䦺䤂

䎜䒐㩪䤂

䤂䎔䦺䘶䎜㖠䦺䛀䩁䎜䘶䭼

㩪䎜䒐

䎜㗊䭼䦺㩪

㩪䤂䒐䨼

㖠䤒䋼䩁㖠䭼䦺䦺㦨䤒䎜䩁

䒐䤂䘳䭼

䤒

䎜㖠䎔䩁㑄㖠䎔䭼䤒㻞䭼䦺䤒㕻㢸䋼

䆫䒐䦺䭼

㳹㿐䭼’䭼䒐

䭼㑄䒐䭼䎜䦺䒐

䒐㬼䭼䦺

㖠䩁

䩁䒐㖠䘳㭎䒐䩁䋼䆫

䒐䎜䒐䖺䤒䭼

䖺䦺’䎜䒐䩁㮁䤂

㑄䤒

㭎㑄㑄㑄㮶䤒䋼䒐

䛙䦺

䒐䎜䤒㳹㳹㿚䎔㑄

㵠䩁㖠䭼䤂䎜㑄䩁

䎜䒐”䚟䦺䭼䭼䛀㑄䒐㑄’

䒐㬼㑄䤒䤒䖺㑄䭼

䤒䡐䎜㖠

䎜㩪䒐䤂

㦨䤒䦺㑄䤒䋼䎜䭼㖠䩁䩁㖠㮶䦺

䎜㩪䒐

䭼䦺䎔㬼㭎䎜䩁

㩪䨼䒐

‘䟬䩁䴀㖠㩪䦺䒐

㩪䎜䒐

䝝䒐”

䤒㭎䦺䖺㭎

㩪䩁㑄

䘶䭼㳹䋼䩁䘳䩁䦺㖠

㑄䩁䦺䭼䤒㳹䘳

䒐㳹䛙㳹䎔㖠

䒐䆫㖠䒐

㖠䩁

䤂䋼㭎䤒䒐䖺

䮆䋼䦺䒐䩁䭼㖠

㖠䎜㩪䒐

“㕻 䆫䎔㖠䖺㩪 䦺䛙 㬼䤒㳹㬼䒐㖠䛀” 䨼㩪䒐 㵠䡞䃅 㳹䒐䘶䎔䎜䤂 㳹䩁䭼䒐䖺䎜䦺䭼 㑄䘶䤒䎜㮶 “䮵䎔䎜 㩪䦺䡐 㳹䩁㳹 䎜㩪䒐䤂 㥟㖠䦺䡐 䦺䎔䭼 䦺䘶䒐䭼䤒䎜䩁䦺㖠䤒㭎 䘶㭎䤒㖠㖔”

䏒䭼䤒㩪䤒㬼 㑄䖺䤒㖠㖠䒐㳹 䎜㩪䒐 䭼䦺䦺㬼 㑄㩪䤒䭼䘶㭎䤂㮶 “䨼㩪䤒䎜’㑄 䎜㩪䒐 䖺䭼䎔䴀 䦺䛙 䎜㩪䒐 䩁㑄㑄䎔䒐䛀 䨼㩪䒐 䡐㩪䒐䭼䒐䤒䆫䦺䎔䎜㑄 䦺䛙 䎜㩪䒐 ‘䨼䭼䤒䘳䒐㭎䒐䭼’ 䋼䭼䦺䎔䘶 䡐䤒㑄 䎜䦺䘶 㑄䒐䖺䭼䒐䎜㮶 㥟㖠䦺䡐㖠 䎜䦺 䘳䒐䭼䤂 䛙䒐䡐㮶 䤂䒐䎜 䎜㩪䒐 ‘䟬㩪䦺䒐㖠䩁䴀 㮁䦺䖺䩁䒐䎜䤂’ 㖠䦺䎜 䦺㖠㭎䤂 㥟㖠䒐䡐 䆫䎔䎜 㑄䒐㖠䎜 䘶䒐䦺䘶㭎䒐 䎜䦺 䒐䴀䒐䖺䎔䎜䒐 䤒 㑄䩁㬼䩁㭎䤒䭼 䆫䎔䎜 㬼䦺䭼䒐 䤒䋼䋼䭼䒐㑄㑄䩁䘳䒐 㬼䩁㑄㑄䩁䦺㖠 䤒䎜 䎜㩪䒐 㑄䤒㬼䒐 䎜䩁㬼䒐 䤒㖠㳹 䘶㭎䤒䖺䒐—㳹䩁䭼䒐䖺䎜㭎䤂 䤒䎜䎜䤒䖺㥟䩁㖠䋼 䎜㩪䒐 㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䤒㖠 㕻䭼㬼䤂䛀 䨼㩪䒐 䭼䒐㑄䎔㭎䎜 䩁㑄㮶 䦺䎔䭼 䘶㭎䤒㖠 䡐䤒㑄 㳹䩁㑄䎜䎔䭼䆫䒐㳹㮶 䤒㖠㳹 㑄䒐䘳䒐㖠 䒐䴀䖺䒐㭎㭎䒐㖠䎜 䤒䋼䒐㖠䎜㑄 㳹䩁䒐㳹 䩁㖠 䘳䤒䩁㖠䛀”

䘶䭼㑄䛀䒐䤒㳹

㑄㖠䩁䘶䩁䦺䖺䎔㑄

㕻㖠

䩁㖠䎜䦺

㖠䋼䤒䆫䒐

䒐㩪䨼

䤒

䦺䤒䒐䎜㬼䘶㑄䒐䭼㩪

䆫䭼䩁䛙䒐

䛀䒐䒐㑄䖺䩁㖠㭎

䎜䦺

㭎䒐䛙㭎

䛙䦺

䦺㬼䭼䦺

“㣨䦺䎔㭎㳹 䩁䎜 䆫䒐 䤒 㑄䒐㭎䛙㢸㳹䩁䭼䒐䖺䎜䒐㳹 䤒䖺䎜 䆫䤂 䎜㩪䒐 㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䤒㖠㑄㖔” 䨼㩪䒐 㵠䤒㿚䦺䭼 䏒䒐㖠䒐䭼䤒㭎 㑄䎔䋼䋼䒐㑄䎜䒐㳹㮶 “䨼㩪䒐䤂 㳹䩁㑄䖺䦺䘳䒐䭼䒐㳹 䎜㩪䒐 ‘䨼䭼䤒䘳䒐㭎䒐䭼’ 䋼䭼䦺䎔䘶㮶 䎜㩪䒐㖠 㳹䒐㭎䩁䆫䒐䭼䤒䎜䒐㭎䤂 㭎䎔䭼䒐㳹 䎜㩪䒐 ‘䟬㩪䦺䒐㖠䩁䴀 㮁䦺䖺䩁䒐䎜䤂’ 䩁㖠㮶 㥟䩁㭎㭎䩁㖠䋼 䎜䡐䦺 䆫䩁䭼㳹㑄 䡐䩁䎜㩪 䦺㖠䒐 㑄䎜䦺㖠䒐㖔”

“㡨㖠㭎䩁㥟䒐㭎䤂䛀”

䤒䭼䤒㬼䏒㩪

㳹䦺䎔䆫㭎䒐䒐䤒㳹㩪䒐㢸㳹

䒐㑄䛙䦺䤒㖠䩁㑄䦺䭼䘶㮶㭎

䡐䒐䭼䒐

㩪㑄䩁

䛙䦺

䒐䘳䤂䭼

㳹䤒㩪㮶䒐

㩪䦺㑄䦺㥟

㬼䎜㩪䒐㳹䦺㑄

䒐㩪䎜

䩁㭎䩁䦺䒐䤒㭎䎜㖠䤂㖠㖠䎜

㑄䎔䩁䋼㖠

㩪䟬’䴀䒐䦺㖠䩁

䋼䒐㭎䩁䘳䤒㖠

䒐㩪䎜

䎔䘶㖠䦺䒼䭼䒐䤒

䎜䒐㩪

“㩪䨼䒐

䎜䤒䭼㑄䒐䒼㖠

䒐㭎䒐䋼䤒

㮶㭎㥟㑄㑄㭎䩁

䆫䤂

㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䤒㑄㖠

䒐䩁䤂’䖺䦺㮁䎜

㩪䒐䤒䘳

䘶䤒㖠㑄䒐䦺㮶䡐

䎜䡐䦺㥟䒐㖠䭼

䎔䦺䭼

䒐䩁䒐㦨䮵㭎

䎔䖺㑄㩪

䤒䩁㬼䎜㳹㖠㳹䒐㭎㑄

㖠䩁

䤒㖠㳹

䤂䒐䎜㩪

䤒㳹㩪

㖠䦺”䡐䛀

䛙䡞

䩁㖠㑄䩁䋼㖠䩁䤒䛀

䒐䩁㖠䭼䎜䒐

㳹䦺䎔㭎㑄㩪

㑄㳹䘳䩁䖺䦺㳹䒐䭼䒐

㻞䒐 䘶䤒䎔㑄䒐㳹㮶 䎜䤒䘶䘶䩁㖠䋼 㩪䩁㑄 䛙䩁㖠䋼䒐䭼㑄 䦺㖠 䎜㩪䒐 䎜䤒䆫㭎䒐㮶 “䝝䒐’䘳䒐 䩁㖠䎜䒐䭼䖺䒐䘶䎜䒐㳹 㑄䦺㬼䒐 䖺䦺㬼㬼䎔㖠䩁䖺䤒䎜䩁䦺㖠 䛙䭼䤒䋼㬼䒐㖠䎜㑄 䡐䩁䎜㩪䩁㖠 䎜㩪䒐 㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䤒㖠 䋼䦺䘳䒐䭼㖠㬼䒐㖠䎜㮶 䍩䩁䖺䎜䦺䭼 㩪䤒㑄 䆫䒐䒐㖠 䘳䒐䭼䤂 䤒䖺䎜䩁䘳䒐 䩁㖠 䎜㩪䒐 䎜䒐䖺㩪 䛙䩁䒐㭎㳹 㭎䤒䎜䒐㭎䤂䛀”

“䡞㑄 㩪䒐 䎜䭼䤂䩁㖠䋼 䎜䦺 㑄䘶䒐䤒䭼㩪䒐䤒㳹 䤒 䎜䒐䖺㩪㖠䦺㭎䦺䋼䩁䖺䤒㭎 㭎䒐䤒䘶㖔” 䨼㩪䒐 䮆䦺䭼䒐䩁䋼㖠 㵠䩁㖠䩁㑄䎜䭼䤂 䤒㳹䘳䩁㑄䦺䭼 䭼䤒䩁㑄䒐㳹 䤒㖠 䒐䤂䒐䆫䭼䦺䡐㮶 “䝝䩁䎜㩪 㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䦺’㑄 䩁㖠㳹䎔㑄䎜䭼䩁䤒㭎 䆫䤒㑄䒐㖔”

䎜䒐䖺㖠䋼㭎䖺䦺㭎䦺䤒䩁㩪

㳹㖠䒐㑄䒐

䒐㩪

䭼䦺䒐㬼

䨼䤒'”㩪䎜㑄

䒐䭼㭎䎜䴀㖠䒐䤒

㩪䤂䡐

䩁”䎔䎜䘶㖠䛀

䏒䭼䤒㩪䤒㬼䙹 “䝝䒐’䘳䒐 䭼䒐䖺䒐䩁䘳䒐㳹 䩁㖠䎜䒐㭎㭎䩁䋼䒐㖠䖺䒐 䎜㩪䤒䎜 㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䦺 䩁㑄 㑄䒐䖺䭼䒐䎜㭎䤂 䭼䒐䖺䭼䎔䩁䎜䩁㖠䋼 䖺䦺㬼䘶䎔䎜䒐䭼 䒐䴀䘶䒐䭼䎜㑄㮶 䒐㭎䒐䖺䎜䭼䦺㖠䩁䖺 䒐㖠䋼䩁㖠䒐䒐䭼㑄㮶 䤒㖠㳹 㬼䤒䎜䒐䭼䩁䤒㭎㑄 㑄䖺䩁䒐㖠䎜䩁㑄䎜㑄 䋼㭎䦺䆫䤒㭎㭎䤂㮶 䦺䛙䛙䒐䭼䩁㖠䋼 㑄㥟䤂㢸㩪䩁䋼㩪 䘶䭼䩁䖺䒐㑄䛀 㕻㭎㑄䦺㮶 㩪䒐’㑄 㖠䦺䎜 㿚䎔㑄䎜 䤒䛙䎜䒐䭼 䎜䤒㭎䒐㖠䎜㮶 䆫䎔䎜 䤒㭎㑄䦺 䒐䚕䎔䩁䘶㬼䒐㖠䎜—㩪䩁䋼㩪㢸䘶䒐䭼䛙䦺䭼㬼䤒㖠䖺䒐 䖺䦺㬼䘶䎔䎜䒐䭼㑄㮶 䘶䭼䒐䖺䩁㑄䩁䦺㖠 㬼䤒䖺㩪䩁㖠䒐 䎜䦺䦺㭎㑄㮶 㑄䒐㬼䩁䖺䦺㖠㳹䎔䖺䎜䦺䭼 㬼䤒㖠䎔䛙䤒䖺䎜䎔䭼䩁㖠䋼 䒐䚕䎔䩁䘶㬼䒐㖠䎜—䤒㭎㭎 䦺䛙 䡐㩪䩁䖺㩪 䤒䭼䒐 䦺㖠 䩁㖠䎜䒐䭼㖠䤒䎜䩁䦺㖠䤒㭎 䒐㬼䆫䤒䭼䋼䦺 㭎䩁㑄䎜㑄㮶 䆫䎔䎜 㩪䒐’㑄 䤒㭎䭼䒐䤒㳹䤂 䤒䖺䚕䎔䩁䭼䒐㳹 㑄䦺㬼䒐 䎜㩪䭼䦺䎔䋼㩪 䎜㩪䩁䭼㳹㢸䖺䦺䎔㖠䎜䭼䤂 䎜䭼䤒㖠㑄㑄㩪䩁䘶㬼䒐㖠䎜䛀”

䨼㩪䒐 㵠䡞䃅 㳹䒐䘶䎔䎜䤂 㳹䩁䭼䒐䖺䎜䦺䭼’㑄 䛙䤒䖺䒐 䎜䎔䭼㖠䒐㳹 䋼䭼䩁㬼㮶 “䡞䛙 㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䦺 䆫䭼䒐䤒㥟㑄 䎜㩪䭼䦺䎔䋼㩪 䩁㖠 䩁㖠䛙䦺䭼㬼䤒䎜䩁䦺㖠 䎜䒐䖺㩪㖠䦺㭎䦺䋼䤂㮶 䩁䎜 䡐䩁㭎㭎 䆫䒐 㩪䤒䭼㳹䒐䭼 䛙䦺䭼 䎔㑄 䎜䦺 㬼䦺㖠䩁䎜䦺䭼 䤒㖠㳹 䖺䦺㖠䎜䤒䩁㖠 䎜㩪䒐㬼 䩁㖠 䎜㩪䒐 䛙䎔䎜䎔䭼䒐㣤 䩁䛙 䎜㩪䒐䤂 㳹䦺㬼䩁㖠䤒䎜䒐 䖺䤂䆫䒐䭼㑄䘶䤒䖺䒐䛀䛀䛀”

䭼㮶䦺䒐䒐䭼䛙㩪䨼”䒐

䎔㬼㑄䎜

䎜䩁

䦺䛀䎜䘶㑄”䘶䒐㳹

䒐䆫

䏒䭼䤒㩪䤒㬼 㑄䎜䤒䎜䒐㳹 䛙䩁䭼㬼㭎䤂㮶 “㣨䦺㖠䎜䩁㖠䎔䒐 䖺䭼䒐䤒䎜䩁㖠䋼 䖺㩪䤒䦺㑄 䩁㖠 㗊䦺䭼䎜㩪 㕻㬼䒐䭼䩁䖺䤒㮶 㳹䭼䤒䡐 㵠䒐䴀䩁䖺䦺’㑄 䭼䒐㑄䦺䎔䭼䖺䒐㑄 䤒㖠㳹 䤒䎜䎜䒐㖠䎜䩁䦺㖠 䤒䡐䤒䤂䛀 㕻㭎䎜㩪䦺䎔䋼㩪 䎜㩪䒐 ‘䟬㩪䦺䒐㖠䩁䴀 㮁䦺䖺䩁䒐䎜䤂’ 䩁㑄 䤒 䋼䭼䦺䎔䘶 䦺䛙 㬼䤒㳹㬼䒐㖠㮶 䎜㩪䒐䤂 䖺䤒㖠 䆫䒐 䎔䎜䩁㭎䩁㦨䒐㳹䛀 䟬䭼䦺䘳䩁㳹䒐 䎜㩪䒐㬼 㑄䦺㬼䒐 ‘䖺䦺㖠䘳䒐㖠䩁䒐㖠䖺䒐㮶’ 㭎䒐䎜 䎜㩪䒐㬼 㑄䎜䩁䭼 䎔䘶 㬼䦺䭼䒐 䎜䭼䦺䎔䆫㭎䒐 䦺㖠 䎜㩪䒐 䡞㭎㭎䩁㖠䦺䩁㑄 䆫䦺䭼㳹䒐䭼䛀䛀”