Super Smuggling System

After a slap, Li Mu said: "I just want to ask you a few questions, answer me honestly, as long as I finish asking, I will let you go."

"Really?"

"real."

"Okay then, please ask."

"What year is this, or what year is it now? What month and date?"

"What is the name of your country?"

"Who is the ruler?"

"You said that as long as I answer your question, you won't kill me."

"I said I won't kill you, didn't I tell you, my promise is only kept to my own people, for other people, especially people with your skin color, I never said I would keep my promise, And it’s still in this day and age.”

After finishing speaking, Li Mu broke the neck of the European man in front of him. The reason why he didn't choose to untie him with a knife was because he still needed the clothes on this guy.

Not long after, Li Mu, who had changed his clothes, walked out of the dead end, looked at the world in front of him, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but licked it with his tongue.

"This world is good, I like it."

Then, stepping out of the dead end behind you

And this dead end, wait until the next day, people in this city will find a dead half-naked European man lying in it

Chapter 358 This Dark Age

1858, April 8.

United States.

No.15 President: James Buchanan.

A member of the Democratic Party, a representative of the interests of the South, and also a person who is determined to unify the country and calls for the unification of the North and the South.

These news came from the strange European man who Li Mu kidnapped into the dead end last night.

In fact, it should be called the United States of America. This is a country formed by many state capitals, a young but still decaying country.

This country, like their European ancestors, still maintains the slave system, and the society is full of black slaves.

Of course, there are also slaves with the same skin color as Li Mu, or are they called piggies?

Does it hurt?

do not know.

Angry?

do not know either.

For Li Mu who was walking on the street, he really didn't have much personal experience with the ancient Chinese who lived in this era.

Only in such an era can he have the opportunity to feel the deep malice from the white European race, the inherent arrogance, and the contempt for people of other skin colors.

This feeling once gave Li Mu the urge to go on a killing spree. If he hadn't had some scruples, he wouldn't have just arrived on the third smuggling plane to go on a killing spree.

It is really possible for him to kill the world, leaving no one in the world to find him.

However, he also knows that killing people is not the root of the problem. The independence and self-improvement of a nation cannot stand up only by killing people.

National pride takes a long time to develop slowly.

Li Mu shook his head and looked back. Just now he was looking at the side of the street. A slave owner beat a black slave with a whip in his hand, while the black slave stood up straight, without any intention of avoiding it, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.

None of the white people around, no matter if they were men or women, stepped forward to stop them, their faces seemed to be taken for granted. What's more, some men's eyes were full of smiles, holding wine bottles, pointing fingers at the beaten black slaves from time to time. Pointing and commenting, as if seeing something interesting.

The white children on the side, holding toys in their hands, have no intention of avoiding them. Some mischievous ones will pick up stones from the side of the road and throw them at black slaves.

This is the white world in a civilized society. Civilization is only for your own people, and cruelty is reserved for opponents.

So, don't believe in the civilization that the European world flaunts, it's just the protective color they wear on their bodies when they are vulnerable, the color used to protect themselves from harm.

When they once again have the strength to defeat the enemy, they will mercilessly tear off the protective color of this layer of civilization, revealing the dirty inside.

The real world is so cruel.

Similarly, in the United States of this era, with Li Mu's complexion, walking casually on the street would easily cause trouble.

Even though he was well-dressed, his suit was neat, and he looked like a successful and rich man.

Here, white people are the masters of the United States, the rulers of this country, and people of other skin colors can only be squeezed.

Even if you are a winner.

Fortunately, Li Mu was followed by two cyborg white men, so the white men who saw him on the street did not come forward to ask for an excuse, or blackmail him by finding fault.

"Crack, snap."

Accompanied by the slave owner's curse, the leather whip lashed the black slave, causing the black slave to hum again and again.

This scene was too cruel. For Li Mu, he would rather kill the black slave with one knife, and he was not in the mood to beat him down with a whip.

These are all things his subordinates do, he only likes to kill his opponents with one blow.

Forget it, so as not to spoil his mood, he decided to go shopping in another street.

In any case, this is just a smuggling plane. Compared with him, the smuggling plane cannot be compared with the real plane. He is not lofty enough to be a saint and a savior who can save the world.

He is just a plane smuggler, and profit is what he wants to pursue.

Say.

Well, when Li Mu still had a good heart, I don't know if it was his conscience that ran away and came back from this third smuggling plane, or what happened.

He turned around and walked in front of the slave owner, grabbed the other's hand that swung the whip again, and said under the shocked eyes of the people around him, "I bought this black slave."

"What?" The slave owner was taken aback, looked at Li Mu's complexion and said angrily, "Even if I kill Huang Pi, I won't sell him to Huang Pi."

"boom."

Li Mu punched the slave owner in the stomach, making him swallow the words that came to his mouth. At the same time, he watched the slave owner's face turn purple, and the whip in his hand fell to the ground under his great force.

I have to say, sometimes, being kind is really not an option. You see, after a good discussion, the other party refuses to listen and insists on making him use violence.

Like that strange European man last night, only under violence would the other party be willing to talk to him honestly and answer his questions.