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Capítulo 1759: Chapter 784: “God Is Dead, Demons Rule! Take Up Arms and Purify North Arica!

The protests and repression in Kansas are nothing more than a part of the Free North Arican Temporary Administrative Committee and the European Capital Group behind it, a frenzied money-grabbing organization… “Pseudo Army?”

Mainly white gloves for financial oligarchs, Military Industrial Complex, and resource raiders from the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Italy, and other countries.

Officials at all levels of the Committee, from mbers to state and county representatives, are either direct spokespersons for European interests or local politicians who have been bought out early and corrupted at an astonishing pace.

In Kansas, it is the forced replacent of farm machinery seeds.

In the coal-rich western Pennsylvania, it is the auction of “resource optimization mining rights,” where several shell companies associated with European energy giants “won” the most quality, easiest-to-exploit mineral veins at extrely low prices.

Existing small and dium-sized mines run by local capital or workers’ cooperatives were forcibly shut down for “not eting safety standards” or “low production efficiency.”

Unemployed miners either accept the new owners, who are actually agents of European companies, with extre wage suppression and poor conditions, or they get out.

The profits from the mining areas flow continuously to bank accounts in Zurich, London, and Frankfurt through complex layers of offshore company structures.

In those once-glorious industrial towns in the Great Lakes Region, the “Trustee Committee” has established the “Office of Industry Revival and Asset Disposal.”

Factory equipnt that can still operate and hold so value is auctioned off in batches to designated European trading companies in the na of “waste materials” or “restitution of war debt” and shipped back to Europe or resold elsewhere.

The land is designated as “redevelopnt areas,” transferred to real estate companies tied by blood or interests to Committee officials at nearly giveaway prices. Countless family enterprises built over generations vanish overnight.

Agricultural states are hit the hardest.

Besides Kansas’s seed monopoly, European-background grain rchant giants have established “grain unified purchasing and marketing systems” in Iowa and Nebraska.

Farrs must sell their harvest to designated warehouses at prices far below peaceti pre-war levels.

These warehouses are often controlled by logistics companies owned by European corporations. Any private transactions or hoarding are deed “disrupting warti economy,” with the land possibly confiscated. Supporting this is the “agricultural production materials franchise,” where everything from fertilizers, pesticides, to tractor parts is monopolized by North Arican subsidiaries of several European chemical and machinery giants, priced two to three tis the international market rates.

The tax categories are endless.

“Public Security Maintenance Tax,” “Infrastructure Repair Special Donation,” “European Allies Defense Cost Sharing Fee” … layers of exploitation. Many small business owners and farrs, after a hard year, have little left, if not in debt, after deducting these harsh taxes and mandatory spending on production materials.

“Why not just say ‘Sun Tax’?”

The “National Guard” and “Security Police” under the control of the Committee have already transford into private ard forces maintaining European interests and local bureaucratic privileges, suppressing any dissatisfaction. Many of them are forr European veterans, rcenaries, or local recruits, thugs with loose discipline and brutal conduct.

Missouri, about eighty kiloters west of Saint Louis, a place called “Stone Bridge Town.”

At night, a company of the “Central West District Security Maintenance Forces” stationed outside the town.

This force is nominally subordinate to the Trustee Committee, with mixed mbers, including a few old hands from the French Foreign Legion, and more rough n recruited locally after unemploynt. The Commander is a Welshman nad Davis, who was dismissed from the British Army for assaulting a soldier.

That day was payday weekend.

The camp reeked of alcohol.

Davis himself was dead drunk, gambling with so of his cronies in the officers’ tent. Soldiers, in groups of three or four, carried cheap whiskey or homade spirits, making noise in the barracks and around campfires.

Around ten o’clock at night, two soldiers with flushed faces, one nad Carl, of German descent, a forr construction worker; the other nad Roy, a local thug, staggered out of the camp fence, claiming they needed so “fresh air.”

They walked along the dirt road towards the town.

There were no lights on the road, only moonlight.

They saw a figure ahead, a girl, about 17 or 18 years old, wearing a simple floral dress, carrying a basket, seemingly returning from a relative’s house in town. She was Emily, the daughter of Frank, a town carpenter.

Carl whistled, and Roy grinned widely. The two quickened their pace and followed her.

“Hey, little girl, aren’t you afraid being alone so late?” Carl shouted in heavily accented English, reaching to grab Emily’s arm.

Emily was startled, shook off his hand, and quickened her pace: “Please go away!”

“Don’t be afraid, just want to chat.” Roy blocked her path, the sll of alcohol wafting onto the girl’s face.

The struggle and pushing began.

Emily’s basket was knocked over, spilling potatoes all over the ground. She scread.

The scream attracted nearby people.

The first to run over was Emily’s neighbor, Old Peter, a fifty-sothing blacksmith, burly and holding a pair of blacksmithing tongs.

“Let her go! You bastards!” Old Peter roared, rushing over.

Carl was startled by this sudden shout and imdiately beca enraged. “Old man, get lost!” He released Emily and turned to Old Peter.

Roy anwhile was still trying to embrace Emily.