West of New York, Newark.

Ferrymin drove an old 'Universal' on the side of the road, grabbing a mobile phone and watching videos. After a while, someone came over and pulled the door and sat in the passenger seat, handed Fleming a sandwich in a paper bag, and complained: "Our life is so bad."

Well... Fleming responded casually, his eyes still staring at his phone and kept looking at his phone. The companion who was sitting in the car grabbed another sandwich and said, "Do you know? We are all surrounded by the products of the Aurora Legion."

Well... Fleming still didn't care much and didn't raise his head.

My companion didn't care and continued: "I just talked to the clerk of Subway. They said that among the sandwiches we eat now, the packaging bags come from Aurora, the tomato sauce comes from Aurora, and various food additives come from Aurora, and even the salt is from Aurora."

Fleming kept humming, but when he heard one of the words "ketchup", he couldn't help but frown and asked, "I can understand that the packaging bags come from Aurora, but we can also produce tomatoes. Why is even ketchup from Aurora?"

"Good problem." The companion quickly grabbed a small bag of tomato sauce and swayed in front of Fleming. "Our packaging industry has not recovered, and this kind of small plastic packaging bag cannot be produced by itself. We can only go to the supermarket to buy a large can of tomato sauce, but we cannot buy a small bag of tomato sauce produced locally."

Fleming nodded clearly and said, "I understand. This is because our industrial development policy is wrong. We should not invest too much in disadvantaged industries, but should take advantage of economics' comparative advantages to develop industries that are easier for us.

Just like when Rabbit accumulated funds through the textile industry and exported a large number of shoes and hats to exchange for the development of heavy industry. This process takes about 30 years, and we should also take this path and start again from the development of agriculture, forestry and mining industries."

Fleming said with great utmost importance. His companion was stunned. Then he snatched his cell phone and glanced at him and cursed angrily: "Hi, Fleming, you are secretly watching the enemy station again. These programs are prohibited. And we are moral police who specialize in investigating and punishing such prohibited videos."

The companion waved his arms madly, emphasizing that both of them were policemen or moral policemen with special missions. Fleming smiled and said, "Yes, we are moral policemen, so I need to know more about the items we want to check. It is my duty to watch the enemy station."

"Fleming, you've been brainwashed by the enemy."

"I don't."

"Do you think guns should be banned?"

“I don’t think the rampant guns are good for the police.”

“Do you think God does not exist?”

“If God exists, we should not suffer this kind of suffering.”

"Do you think Victor Hugo should be the emperor who ruled us?"

"No, I definitely don't agree with this."

"Ha, admit it. You have already agreed a lot. Sooner or later, I will feel that it's no big deal to have an emperor, you've been brainwashed."

"I said I didn't, I was very sensible."

Two moral policemen were arguing in the car, and a irritable call suddenly sounded from the on-board radio station, "Fleming, Clark, what are you two idiots doing? The suspect went in your direction, stared at it, and immediately stepped forward to arrest him when he found out that he was conducting a transaction."

The two partners who were quarreling immediately shut up. Fleming quickly grabbed the handle of the speech and replied: "Yes, sir. Clark and I are staring at me. I have seen the suspect. He can't escape."

In front of the old "universal", a young man in blue jeans and a gray top was walking vigilantly on the street. He put his hands in his pockets and kept looking around.

Both moral policemen stared at the young man. After watching each other walk into a house on the side of the road, they quickly took out their pistols, got out of the car and followed.

The house on the roadside was just an ordinary house, and two policemen followed the young man along the stairs. When they held their guns and kicked open a door and shouted, "We are policemen, raise our hands." In the room, there were seven or eight young men busy around a TV.

Oh..., no!

Seeing the police coming to disrupt the situation, the young people were very upset. The next thing was simple. Moral policemen lying in the neighborhood appeared one after another and arrested all the young people who were conducting banned video transactions and disseminations into the police station.

In the police station, the young people who were arrested were still clamoring, yelling loudly about why they were arrested. Fleming proudly placed the pen that had been prepared in front of them.

"Babys, you should understand that watching the enemy station is illegal now. In order to prevent you from being brainwashed by harmful information, we are protecting you. Don't waste my time and confess your guilt quickly. You only need to be fined dozens of hours of community labor, and there is nothing to be afraid of."

The young man who was arrested clamored again, and some people shouted loudly, "We want to see what our freedom is, we have the right to obtain external information, we have the right to yearn for a better life, we just want some fun, you are dictatorial."

"No, we are the ruling of democracy." Fleming laughed so much that he patted the table and shouted: "Babys, don't make me angry, do you know? I'll rely on you for my bonus this month. Sign me well, I won't make things difficult for you."

A group of young people were still yelling, but Fleming knew that these guys couldn't last long, and they could get everything done by just letting them hungry. However, his companion Clark came over and whispered: "Which guy who sells the video refuses to plead guilty, his attitude is very bad."

Fleming 'hummed' twice, "I'm best at repairing people with bad attitudes."

In another separate interrogation room, the young man in blue jeans and gray top was cobbled on an iron chair. Seeing two moral police officers appear, he said lazily: "You have no right to arrest me, I did nothing wrong."

"Boy, don't you feel ashamed?" Fleming pulled the stool and sat in front of the suspect. "It's not a day or two that we're watching you. We all know what you are doing? It's not a glorious act to do things for the tyrants of the Aurora Legion, and God will not forgive him.

The videos you peddled are full of dirty preaching, it slanders our systems, slanders our leaders, smears our society. It is teaching our young people, and it has a bad impact. Tell me, where are your accomplices? Being honest will be good for you.”

Because the Internet has been disconnected, various video information has returned to the method of spreading by manpower. In order to prevent the brainwashing program of the Aurora Legion, the New York Brotherhood interfered with satellite signals and specially set up a moral police to deal with the spread of various harmful information.

The young man was caught right now. But he was distracted from Fleming. "I just let everyone have some fun and let everyone receive some education. Many people need me, even you policemen."

"Boy, you should please me now, but your attitude is really bad, I don't like it very much." Fleming's face turned gloomy, "You are causing trouble for yourself, do you know? I'll give you a chance in the end...."

Fleming was coercing and seducing, but his partner Clark knocked on the door of the interrogation room and waved to him to go out.

"What's up?"

"It seems like we've got something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"It's a little bit wrong to confiscate the video in the memory."

"Impossible, this guy has sold banned videos before. We are very sure about this."

Fleming was sure to see something wrong soon. The picture that appeared as soon as the file was opened was..., fbi warning!
Chapter completed!