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Volume 1: Infinite Germination Chapter 45: Indian Counterattack

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    Chapter 45 Indian Counterattack

    It was past two o'clock in the afternoon when Russell arrived at the luxurious residence of local Indian leader Harms.

    Wearing a snow-white shirt, black vest, black bow tie, elegant black tuxedo, crisp black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes, with her hair always neatly combed, and her body always upright, she has the attitude of a professional butler hired from the UK.  He was cold and distant. After inviting Russell into the small living room where guests were entertained, he disappeared without a trace. He didn't even offer a cup of coffee. He seemed to be a slovenly poor relative who was staying away from him.

    Russell didn¡¯t care, he stood up and looked at this luxurious mansion.

    The United States is a vast and sparsely populated country, and some large estate owners even own large estates covering thousands of acres.

    As the indigenous people of the Americas, due to political incompetence, the Indians have been almost wiped out from their population of tens of millions at the beginning. The remaining two million people have also been driven out of their homes and divided into  Nearly 600 tribes live in more than 200 disconnected Indian reservations.

    Most of these places are desolate, dangerous and barren land where no birds can poop, making survival extremely difficult.

    But Harms' mansion is no less than the luxurious villas of ordinary American rich people: the entrance is an endless lawn equivalent to a football field, in front of the tall and majestic main building of the villa are two half-moon-shaped living water swimming pools, and the spacious parking lot is free of charge.  There are several top-notch luxury cars placed inside, and rows of hired Filipino and Indian servants line up.

    Such luxurious residences are in sharp contrast to some of the low-rise buildings in the reserve.

    Harms is a famous Indian fighter in North America. He has played an important role in the National Association of Tribal Presidents and the National Movement of American Indians. He has made unremitting efforts and struggles for the interests of Indians across the United States. He is a popular figure among the Indian people.  hero.

    This person has received a high education. He went to Harvard University and has a wide range of contacts. He even participated in the election of the state assembly and became a member of the state assembly.

    As an Indian chief, he has the right to legally open a casino in the reservation area and not to impose federal monopoly taxes on tobacco, alcohol and other specialty goods. It is completely normal even if he is extremely rich, so owning such a mansion, although Russell  I feel uncomfortable, but it's completely understandable.

    This is the case for Indians throughout the United States. The vast majority are poor and backward and often have no jobs, but a small number of people can live a life of luxury and wealth. The traditional Indian culture is increasingly eroded, and many young people no longer know the traditional language of their tribe.

    Indians may become a proper noun in museums and tourist destinations in the near future, and they can only be seen in movies.

    Standing next to the window, Russell could see a grand cocktail party being held in the manor. Well-dressed upper class people were laughing and chatting happily while watching traditional Indian dances.

    His eyes are as sharp as a hawk. He can clearly memorize the appearance of many guests at a glance. His fingertips tremble slightly, and each of the distinct outlines is casually scattered by him just as they are about to take shape.

    Like the sickle that the god of death quietly thrust out, it was taken back at the moment of harvest.

    The banquet lasted for a long time, and by the time the guests' cars left the venue one by one, it was already dark.

    Harms, who came to the living room smelling of alcohol, didn't look happy, and his face was a little gloomy.

    This is an Indian man in his fifties, with reddish-brown and slightly black cheeks, a traditional hairstyle with a shawl and pigtails, and a suit and leather shoes, but he also has traditional Indian decorations on his chest Look  It is indeed an interesting Indian leader to come here.

    "Young man, I thought you would be angry and walk away. Many people who come to me will think that I am too neglectful to him and do not have the innocent friendship between Indian brothers." Harms said with a thick puff in his mouth  He was holding a cigar, his expression was a little careless, but his eyes were sharp, like a glance that could pierce people's hearts.

    Harms still valued this little Indian brother whom he met for the first time. Before his arrival, he had already had some rough communication with some Indian colleagues. Some old shamans highly praised this young man.  , it is said that he has some very magical powers and can make great contributions to the cause of Indian independence.

    Harms is very interested in this.

    Russell¡¯s performance did not disappoint him.

    This young Indian guy is wearing traditional Indian clothes, but he does not have the timidity and anxiety of ordinary Indian guys. His face is calm, his eyes are calm, and every word he speaks is full of weight.

    ?"Mr. Harms, under the siege and strangulation of the Americans, we Indians have declined enough. Many people have to make changes. Otherwise, it is not enough to make a living. I can understand this."

    Harms nodded silently, "Yes, what you said is not wrong at all. In order to maintain a small profit, I have to deal with them and build a good relationship with them. Even so, they still covet my casino and can take advantage of it at any time."  They want to put their claws in and steal our last piece of bread. The survival of every Indian is difficult and precarious. We don¡¯t know when these Americans will take our scalps to collect the reward. Young man  , your name is Russell, right, what do you want from me?"

    "It is said that Leader Harms will represent the Indian tribal leaders in North America to unilaterally withdraw from the treaty, issue a declaration of independence, and establish the Dakota Indian Country. I wonder if this is happening?" Russell looked at him solemnly.  Harms.

    "Does everyone already know about this?" Harms was stunned for a moment, looking a little unbelievable and asking sadly, "How did you know?"

    "Don't ask me how I know." Russell shook his head, "Not only do I know that you want to establish the Dakota Indian Country, I also know that you will announce the news to the outside world on December 20."

    "Well, it doesn't matter where you got this news from, whether it was a tribal leader who spoke out loud or an American official responsible for monitoring us people, it doesn't matter. Tell me, what is your purpose in finding me? You can't  Is it to celebrate the establishment of the Dakota Kingdom?" Harms asked impatiently, looking a little restless.

    "Don't worry, man, I'm an Indian too!" Russell reassured, "I also want to have a day when we Indians can stand up again, but your method doesn't work. We already did this more than thirty years ago.  It¡¯s useless once, we have no power of our own, and there will be no more meaning than being suppressed by the Americans and being laughed at by the international community!¡±

    "Then what should we do?" The muscles on Harms' face twitched in pain. "Are we watching our power being weakened day by day, and our tradition being eroded day by day? This is how the Indians will always be.  Are you going to live in poverty and hardship, like a third-class person?¡±

    "No! We have a chance!" Russell smiled with confidence, "We have our own advantages, we have our gods! Mizhou is the Mizhou of our Indians! Animism is our greatest core competitiveness  , Americans have their high technology, and we also have our core motivation that is difficult for others to imitate. As long as you listen to me, we Indians will be saved, and the revival of Indians is not a dream!"

    "Is it what you say?" Harms' face was filled with astonishment. "Young man, are you dreaming? Indians have never obeyed a certain person's tradition. Why do you want us to listen to you?"

    "Just because the opportunity of the times has arrived, I feel that the energy tide of the entire earth is already brewing. The souls of tens of millions of Indians in the United States are gradually awakening. The entire America is the territory of our Indians. As long as we master the method,  We can continue to draw strength from this land and crush those hateful white people completely on the basis of race. This is the opportunity given to us by God!" Russell said with a face full of enthusiasm. He saw  The look of disbelief on Harms' face and the way he looked at the mental patient told him that he didn't understand what he was talking about.

    "Well, since you don't understand, I'll let you take a look at what our power is, and why do I dare to let you listen to me!" A sneer appeared on Russell's lips, and he said casually, "  One of the guests you invited today is your enemy, and he wants to take over your casino, right?"

    Harms nodded, "That abominable pig, his idea to attack my casino is no longer a matter of a day or two. Even if you know it, it's nothing."

    ¡°Is it this person?¡± Russell was noncommittal, and traced his fingers gently in the air, and a lifelike fat white man appeared in the air, just like a movie scene.

    This white man is sitting in the carriage of a speeding car, holding a bag of snacks in his hand and eating non-stop. His triangular eyes are shining, and there are a few sparse hairs on his head

    "Oh, God!" Harms stood up in surprise, pointed at the picture floating in the air, and asked dumbly, "What, what is going on?"

    "Look!" Russell gently raised a finger and poked the white man's chest!

    The picture was rippling like water, and the white man stopped eating at the fingertips, clutching his neck tightly with both hands, and coughing in pain, the picture disappeared.

    "Your opponent, disappear."??!  "

    Russell said lightly, "This is my power, this is the spiritual power of tens of millions of Indians in the state of Michigan. As long as we Indians unite and sign this divine contract, the Indians will have hope!"  "

    A parchment scroll was spread out in front of Harms.

    Next stop, the Apache Indian Reservation!

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