Barcelona Dina City was once famous in California for its beautiful town scenery. More importantly, it is the location of the world's famous California Institute of Technology. It has many campus buildings and gardens, and is a place where people around it like to come and visit.

Usually, people always choose to drive their whole family to this place on holidays to enjoy the tranquility that is impossible in the big city. Therefore, in many people's impression, Barcelona is a quiet city.

But now, what is presented to me is the blazing fire, the moans and collapses of buildings in the fire, the explosions, and the shouts.

This place is completely different from the original quiet town.

Barcelona is not very far from Los Angeles. I have been here several times because of the movie promotion. It left me a very good impression, but now, I cannot associate the purgatory-like place in front of me with the quiet town I have seen before.

We were walking on the street, Harry Truman, Coolidge and others were in front, and people from Barcelona were in the middle. The reporters of Lockett Television had already rushed forward to set up the venue.

Although I told me not to bring too many people, Darren Oliver was still worried about my safety issues. He personally brought dozens of elite guards from the factory to protect him.

A group of people drove towards the California Institute of Technology in a huge way, and immediately attracted the attention of many people on the way.

The situation is so chaotic now, and it is really eye-catching that such a large group of people walking on the streets.

"Mr. Corleon!?Is that Mr. Corleon?!"

"It's him! It's Mr. Corleon!"

"Mr. Corleon is here!"

"Mr. Corleon is here!" They found that they showed great welcome to our arrival. These dust-faced students emerged from the trenches and behind the broken walls. Then they cheered and surrounded us.

"Mr. Corleon. We knew you would come! We have been waiting for you for a long time!" A boy who looked like a student leader walked up to me excitedly.

He was at most twenty years old, wearing a coat that was no longer visible in color, and carrying a hunting rifle in his hand.

"Mr. Corleon, my name is Molo. I'm very happy to see you!" The young man wiped his hands hard on his pants, then stretched out his hand to me.

I laughed. I shook my hands firmly with him, and then said, "Moro, can you take me to your school?"

"Of course! Brothers, take Mr. Corleon to our headquarters!" Molo's words made the young people around him cheer.

Following this group of people, we marched towards the local gate of California Institute of Technology.

The more we walked, the more people there were. I don’t know if someone had spread the news of our arrival. When we were about to reach the gate of California Institute of Technology, we could no longer walk. There were young people everywhere, and through the school badges on their clothes, I could tell that they were from all over the United States.

These young people gathered around, shouting slogans loudly while crying, and many people covered their faces and cried.

At the entrance of the California Institute of Technology, there is a wide street, and at this time, the streets are already crowded.

I looked up and saw the red dragon flag flying on the tallest building of California Institute of Technology under the fire.

"Moro, didn't you have a Democratic gentleman coming here to give a speech? Where are others?" I asked Moro.

"You are talking about Mr. Roosevelt? He just finished his speech and was escorted by a special person we sent to rest. Mr. Roosevelt is really our close friend. He supports our struggle! His speech was very exciting, and he went to our hearts." When it comes to Roosevelt, Moro was dancing.

The young people around him also expressed this way when they mentioned Roosevelt.

I shook my head and stopped talking.

Our group entered the gate of California Polytechnic University, then passed by guard posts, and finally entered the center of the school.

It used to be a large square. Now, all the trees on the square have been destroyed, and the surrounding buildings have been burned and strongly exposed, revealing a huge open space. This open space is full of students' tents, densely packed with people.

They consciously gave up a way and shouted my name.

"Corion!"

"Corion!"

We walked along the road they gave way, and at the end of the road, there was a high podium.

You can tell at a glance that this podium was temporarily built, with a high shelf and a complete set of audio systems on it, which is usually their opportunity place.

Under the podium, reporters from Lockettke TV and CBS media have already been prepared and are filming and broadcasting the program. The one who arrived earlier than them is NBC reporters, who are following Roosevelt.

"Mr. Corleon, Mr. Roosevelt has just finished his speech. Please tell us a few words." Molo pointed to the high podium.

"Mr. Corleon, let's talk to us a few words!"

"Yes, let's say a few words to us! Like Mr. Roosevelt!"

The young people cheered.

I walked onto the podium, which was simple but very tall. Standing there, I could see the faces of young people in the fire.

I don’t know why, seeing these faces, I suddenly felt an indescribable sorrow in my heart.

In contrast, I would rather face the face of black people, Indians, veterans, and these college students.

At this time, they should study quietly in school, rather than setting fires under the sky.

I held the microphone and couldn't speak for a long time.

The huge open space was very quiet, and countless young people held their heads high and waited for me to speak.

"You have been treated unfairly, irrationally punished by the school, and brutally suppressed by the police. I am very sad! In this sense, I am on your side!"

"Long live Mr. Corleon!"

"Long live Mr. Corleon!"

These young people were crying because of my words.

These days, they have experienced things they had never thought about before. They could not think of themselves as fire, set fire, and fight like soldiers. They were to vent their anger. But after this vent, they were more fragile.

So, when I told them I was on their side, they cried.

At that time, the cry of trust was the cry of understanding!

"I can say without exaggeration that the flag is now flying in the place that suits it best!" I turned around and pointed to the red dragon flag in the air behind me that was roaring in the wind.

"I thank you for trusting me so much. You trust this banner so much. You trust freedom so much. This trust light!" I took a deep breath and became a little excited. "What happened these days has caused the whole United States to be in chaos. The reason why such a thing happened is not your fault. You have to blame the school for its unreasonable actions. If you want to blame, you have to blame the police who fired the gun! It is them who are brutally trampling on your freedom!"

"I support you in fighting for your rights. Therefore, this is what you should fight for! But I don't want you to do this now!"

My next sentence immediately calmed down the originally boiling crowd. Many people suspected that they had heard it wrong.

"Mr. Corleon, why!? Are you in the same group as those who suppress us??" Molo shouted loudly from below.

"Yes! Mr. Corleon, why do you speak like that!?"

The young people suddenly became turbulent.

"Why do I say that!? You will know when you go and look at the bodies of your companions!" I held the microphone, opened my eyes wide and shouted loudly.

"You will know when you go and see the buildings that collapsed in the fire in the whole city! You will know when you go and see the innocent people who died in the conflict and the fire in the fire!"

"Also, you will know even more if you stretch out your hands and touch the school badge on your chest!"

My voice roared over the crowd. The riots in the audience disappeared in an instant!

"You have been treated unfairly. The pleasure of your study and your life are deprived of, which is something you should resist! But you must never use this method! I hope that those who confront the police and even beat them to death should be people like me, Andre Corleon, who are of such age, not you!"

"Don't forget your identities. You are students and the most precious wealth in this country! You are not soldiers! And you are not murderers! You should hold textbooks, not guns!"

I gasped and felt extremely angry.

I like these young people, but I can't bear to see them become like this now, and I can't bear to see people like Roosevelt take advantage of them.

Many of them lowered their heads. They could understand what I mean.

"But Mr. Corleon, the school's education methods are too inhumane!? Too domineering! Do we just endure it like that?" a student asked, clenching his fists.

"Of course not!" I raised my fist: "Of course not! We should change this bad educational tradition in the school. We have the right to demand a reasonable education!"

"Well said!"

"Mr. Corleon said it well!"

The young people cheered.

"But you shouldn't do this. This will cause the United States to fall into riots. How bad it is for this country!" My words silenced the crowd again.

"You must know that this country has laws and governments! They should be the ones who preside over justice for you, not those who use guns to vent their anger!"

"But Mr. Corleon, the federal government is not a good thing! They are all the way. Didn't they ask us to put down our weapons within a week. Otherwise, severe sanctions would be imposed!?" a young man shouted loudly.

"Yes, they are all the way!"

"We don't believe in the federal government!"

The young people shouted loudly, and the sound seemed to be contagious and soon everyone joined in.

"Then do you believe me!" I stared at these young people.

These words made them all stunned.

"Mr. Corleon. Of course we believe in you! We only believe in you except God!" A young man in glasses shouted.

"We only believe in Mr. Corleon!"

"We believe in Mr. Corleon!"

They all started to scream.

"Okay! If you believe me, Andre Corleon, then listen to me, put down your weapons, stop fighting, stop setting fires, and obediently return to where you should be. Then, you look at me and the government's actions, one week, just one week! After a week, if you say unsatisfied with me and the government's decision, you can do anything, you can knock me off with a gun! Is that OK?"

I asked loudly!

Quiet!
To be continued...