Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1801 - 794: A Bandit Is Still a Bandit! (Part 4)
Capítulo 1801: Chapter 794: A Bandit Is Still a Bandit! (Part 4)
“They will.”
Victor looked toward the East, where the horizon began to lighten. “It’s not because they are overflowing with a sense of justice, but because it’s a good opportunity. The Americans want to reassert their presence, the French want to undermine the UK, the Germans want to showcase the EU’s ‘moral leadership’… and we, we provide the stage.”
Casare noted down, “And about Diana’s case…”
“Not for now,” Victor replied. “Whether a woman lives or dies, what does that have to do with us? What’s important is whether it’s useful. Right now, that’s our trump card, to be kept until a critical moment. First, let the British settle the account of Stone Bridge Town.”
He returned to his office and stopped in front of a world map, pointing at the UK’s location.
“For hundreds of years, this country has ruled the world with cannons and conspiracies. They sow discord and conquer by dividing, deciding the fate of peoples thousands of miles away from their offices in London.”
Victor’s voice was soft, but each word was like a nail:
“Now it’s their turn to taste the flavor of judgment.”
“A complete bandit is not a good bandit!”
7 PM London Time, Buckingham Palace.
The Queen sat in front of the live broadcast camera, wearing a dark blue suit and a pearl necklace, her hair meticulously styled.
There were no papers on the podium before her; the speech had been memorized.
The whole of Britain, the whole world, countless pairs of eyes were focused on the screen.
“In the past few days, our country has suffered a profound tragedy.”
The Queen began, her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion, “The passing of Princess Diana has shocked and saddened all of us. She was a vibrant woman, a dedicated mother, and a beloved public figure.”
She paused and looked directly into the camera:
“Regarding the cause of her death, the police and relevant departments are conducting investigations. I understand the public’s concerns and doubts. Here, I solemnly promise that the investigation will be thorough and transparent, and all results will be disclosed to the public.”
The topic shifted:
“Meanwhile, on the international stage, there have been accusations against the UK regarding our humanitarian actions in North America. These accusations are based on incomplete information, and some are even malicious distortions. But as a responsible nation, we will not shy away from scrutiny.”
The Queen took a deep breath:
“Therefore, the British government has decided to invite the United Nations and relevant countries to form an independent international investigation team. This team will be granted full authority to examine all accusations concerning the UK’s actions in North America. We believe that the truth does not fear scrutiny, and justice requires transparency.”
“During this process, we call on all parties to remain calm and restrained. Tragedy should not be exploited, and pain should not be manipulated. Let us seek truth and reconciliation with dignity and reason.”
The speech was short, less than ten minutes.
But the information was explosive.
As soon as the live broadcast ended, commentators in the BBC studio almost jumped out of their chairs: “What did she say? An international investigation team? The UK agrees to allow external forces to investigate itself?”
The Sky News host stammered to the camera: “This is an unprecedented concession! Her Majesty the Queen has essentially acknowledged the seriousness of the accusations!”
The Guardian’s real-time commentary headline was more direct: “Twilight of the Empire: Britain Agrees to Face International Judgment.”
On social media, reactions were divided.
“This is long overdue! We can’t keep deceiving ourselves!”
“Shame! This is bowing to the Mexican tyrant!”
“Her Majesty did the right thing; we need the truth, no matter how painful.”
“So did those massacres really happen? Oh my God…”
The reactions in European countries were more subtle.
The President of France expressed “appreciation for the responsible attitude shown by the UK” in a brief statement, the German Chancellor “welcomed this constructive move,” and the Italian Prime Minister Prodi “hoped this could mark the beginning of a new paradigm in international relations.”
Sarcastic yet superficially supportive.
Meanwhile, at 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister stared at the TV screen replaying the Queen’s speech, clutching a telegram just delivered.
From the Mexico Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The core message was clear: Mexico accepts the UK’s proposal and is willing to participate in the formation of the international investigation team, providing a framework for a specific plan.
The Prime Minister tossed the telegram onto the desk.
“They won this round.” He said to Butler.
“Not yet.” Butler tried to reassure him. “The composition, authority, and timeline of the investigation team… these can all be negotiated. We can delay, we can set obstacles—”
To this point, still clinging on…
“It’s useless.” The Prime Minister shook his head. “Victor won’t give us time to delay. He has the cards, and he knows how to play them well.”
“Butler, do you know what’s the most ironic thing?” the Prime Minister said softly, “A hundred years ago, we were sitting in London, deciding Mexico’s fate. We supported the rebels, overthrew governments, controlled the economy… back then we called it ‘the art of diplomacy.'”
He turned around, a bitter smile on his face:
“Now it’s their turn.”
“We have no means to retaliate against him!”
…
盧
露
蘆
擄
擄
䘼䉂䤝䐈㝄䌖
㮄䄗䉂㡖㫠
㜃䘼
㡖㝈䌖
擄
㖈䌖㗖
䘼䌖㱈㞫㬽䅭䌖䊂
老
爐
擄
㗟䧅㴔䧅㩼
盧
䠒㝈䌖 䕞䉂㱈 䉂㖈 㝄䌖䐈䉂䤝䘼 䄗䉂㡖㮄 䉂㖈 䥧䕞㡖䌖 䕞㝫㡖㝫䊂㖈 䴄䕞䑍 䤝㱈䉂䑍㤙㫠 䕞㖈㗖 䕞 㡖㝈䉂㖈 䥧䕞㮄䌖㱈 䘼㜃 䑍㖈䘼䴄 㝈䕞㗖 䕞䥧㱈䌖䕞㗖㮄 䑍䌖㡖㡖䥧䌖㗖 䘼㖈 㡖㝈䌖 㡖䘼㤙 䘼㜃 㡖㝈䌖 㗖䉂䑍㡖䕞㖈㡖 䏿䘼㤙䘼䤝䕞㡖䌖㤙䌖㡖䥧 㧿䘼䥧䤝䕞㖈䘼㩼
㺳㡖 䑍䌖䌖䊂䌖㗖 㡖䘼 䘼㜃㜃䌖㱈 䕞 㝫㖈䉂㺎㝫䌖 䑍䌖㖈䑍䌖 䘼㜃 㜃䥧䕞㬽䘼㱈㩼
㡖㝈䌖
䘼㱈㜃䊂
㗖㖈䕞
㖈㼦䊂㱈䌖㩼䕞㮄”
䌖䉂䌖㱈䤝㬽䌖㗖
䌖䕞㖈䦐㱈㡖䌖䌖䊂
“䑍㫠䑍䚜䘼
䘼㜃
䑍䕞㝈
䤝䇥䥧䕞䉂㤙䌖
䉂䥧䕞㡖㡖䌖䕞㱈㖈㖈䘼㖈㺳
䕞䥧㱈㗖䌖㮄䕞
䊂䕞㱈䌖㱈䋯䘼㜃䴄
䌖㤙䉂㱈䥧䊂㖈㮄㱈䉂䕞
㝈㡖䌖
㱈䌖㖈䤝㙫䕞
䊂䌖㱈䌖㖈䦐䕞㡖䌖
䄗䘼㱈㝫㡖
䄗䕞䑍䕞㱈䌖 䴄䕞䥧䋯䌖㗖 㝫㤙 㞫䌖㝈䉂㖈㗖 㝈䉂䊂㫠 㬽䌖㱈㮄 䌖䐈䤝䉂㡖䌖㗖㫠 㖈䌖䕞㱈䥧㮄 㞫㝫䊂㤙䉂㖈䦐 䉂㖈㡖䘼 㡖㝈䌖 䤝䘼㱈㖈䌖㱈 䘼㜃 㡖㝈䌖 㡖䕞㞫䥧䌖㫠 “䚜䉂䦐 䚜䌖䕞㱈’䑍 䑍㡖䕞㖈䤝䌖 䉂䑍 䕞䊂㞫䉂䦐㝫䘼㝫䑍㫠 㞫㝫㡖 㡖㝈䌖㮄 䌖䐈㤙㱈䌖䑍䑍䌖㗖 㡖㝈䕞㡖 㡖㝈䌖㮄 㗖䘼㖈’㡖 䘼㤙㤙䘼䑍䌖 䉂㖈 㤙㱈䉂㖈䤝䉂㤙䥧䌖㫠 䴄㝈䉂䥧䌖 㡖㝈䌖 䶗㖈䉂㡖䌖㗖 䇥㡖䕞㡖䌖䑍 䑍䕞䉂㗖 㡖㝈䌖㮄 㖈䌖䌖㗖 䊂䘼㱈䌖 㡖䉂䊂䌖 㡖䘼 䑍㡖㝫㗖㮄㩼”
“䇥㡖㝫㗖㮄㑞”
䉂䘼䤝㧿㱈㡖
㜃䘼
䚜䑍㱈䉂㡖䉂㝈
䌖䑍䌖
㗖䕞㖈
㝈䌖㡖
㤙㱈㞫䘼䥧㞫䕞㮄
䥧䉂䴄䥧
㗖㝫㡖㖈㱈䌖
㗖㖈䉂䋯
䴄㡖䕞㝈
㡖㝈䌖
㬽䌖䘼㱈
㝈䌖㱈’䌖㮄䠒”
㝫㫠㖈㗖㱈䕞䘼
䤝㗖䕞䌖䦐㖈䥧
㡖㫠䉂
䘼㜃䌖㜃㱈
䉂䕞㖈䴄㡖䉂䦐
㡖䘼
䦐䌖䌖㡖䥧㱈䊂䕞㫠
㩼䌖”䊂䕞䋯
㡖䘼䘼䋯
“䚜㱈䉂㡖䉂䑍㝈 㗖䉂㤙䥧䘼䊂䕞㡖䑍 䉂㖈 䚜㱈㝫䑍䑍䌖䥧䑍 㝈䕞㬽䌖 䊂䌖㡖 䴄䉂㡖㝈 䶗㩼䇥㩼 㱈䌖㤙㱈䌖䑍䌖㖈㡖䕞㡖䉂㬽䌖䑍 䕞㡖 䥧䌖䕞䑍㡖 䑍䌖㬽䌖㖈 㡖䉂䊂䌖䑍 㡖㝈䉂䑍 䴄䌖䌖䋯㩼”
䄗䕞䑍䕞㱈䌖 䑍䕞䉂㗖㫠 “䚜㝫㡖 䕞䤝䤝䘼㱈㗖䉂㖈䦐 㡖䘼 䘼㝫㱈 䉂㖈䑍䉂㗖䌖㱈 㱈䌖㤙䘼㱈㡖䑍 䉂㖈 䋰䕞䑍㝈䉂㖈䦐㡖䘼㖈㫠 㡖㝈䌖 㶢䊂䌖㱈䉂䤝䕞㖈䑍 䕞㱈䌖 䑍䘼 䴄㱈䕞㤙㤙䌖㗖 㝫㤙 䉂㖈 㡖㝈䌖䉂㱈 䘼䴄㖈 䉂䑍䑍㝫䌖䑍 㱈䉂䦐㝈㡖 㖈䘼䴄㫠 䴄䉂㡖㝈 䑍䌖㬽䌖㱈䌖 䉂㖈㜃䉂䦐㝈㡖䉂㖈䦐 䕞䊂䘼㖈䦐 㡖㝈䘼䑍䌖 ‘䤝䘼䊂䊂䉂㡖㡖䌖䌖䑍’ 䉂㖈 㡖㝈䌖 㼦㱈䌖䕞㡖 㟀䕞䋯䌖䑍 䮉䌖䦐䉂䘼㖈㫠 䑍㺎㝫䕞㞫㞫䥧䉂㖈䦐 䌖㬽䌖㖈 䘼㬽䌖㱈 䑍䊂䕞䥧䥧 䕞䊂䘼㝫㖈㡖䑍 䘼㜃 䕞䉂㗖 䑍㝫㤙㤙䥧䉂䌖䑍 㡖㝈䕞㡖 㡖㝈䌖㮄’㱈䌖 㝫㖈䕞㞫䥧䌖 㡖䘼 䑍㤙䕞㱈䌖 䕞㖈㮄 䤝䘼㖈䤝䌖㱈㖈 㜃䘼㱈 㡖㝈䌖 䚜㱈䉂㡖䉂䑍㝈㩼”
䑍䕞
㝈䉂䑍㱈䤝䕞
㞫䕞㡖䌖䥧
䥧䥧䌖䴄㩼
㝈㡖䌖
㗖䕞㖈
䘼㜃㱈
㡖䘼
䋯䴄䕞㗖䥧䌖
㱈㡖䤝䘼䉂㧿 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
䕞㱈䌖䤝㡖䌖㱈
䘼㬽㱈䌖
㮄㞫
䌖㝈㡖
㡖䌖䦐㗖㱈㝫䌖䑍
䑍㡖䉂
䄗䌖䕞㱈䑍䕞
㗖䕞㖈
㡖䘼
䠒㝈䌖 㶢㡖㡖䌖㖈㗖䕞㖈㡖 㞫㱈䘼㝫䦐㝈㡖 䤝䘼㜃㜃䌖䌖㫠 䕞㖈㗖 㝈䌖 䴄䕞㬽䌖㗖 㡖㝈䌖 㶢㡖㡖䌖㖈㗖䕞㖈㡖 䕞䴄䕞㮄㩼
“㛵䘼 㮄䘼㝫 㡖㝈䉂㖈䋯 㡖㝈䌖 䚜㱈䉂㡖䉂䑍㝈 㝈䕞㬽䌖 㴝㝫䑍㡖 䑍㝫㱈㱈䌖㖈㗖䌖㱈䌖㗖㑞” 㧿䉂䤝㡖䘼㱈 䕞䑍䋯䌖㗖㩼
䕞㖈䌖䌖䤝㡖䤝㤙䤝䕞
㱈䌖㗖䌖㞫䕞㡖
䴄䑍䕞
䉂㞫㝫䥧㤙䥧䤝㮄
㡖㖈䉂䕞䦐䉂䘼㫠㖈㬽䉂㡖䑍䌖
䌖䕞䕞䄗䑍㱈
䌖㗖䕞㖈㖈㖈䤝㝫䘼
䏿䕞㡖㮄㱈
㝫㗖㤙㖈㱈䌖䌖㗖㖈䌖䌖䤝㡖
㗖㖈䕞
䉁㖈”
䑍㝈䕞
㝈㡖䌖
䘼㜃
㱈䑍㮄㖈䥧䥧䌖䘼䕞㤙
䠒㝈䌖
㡖䌖㝈
㖈䉂
䘼㱈䕞䉂䌖㡖䉂㖈㖈䕞䥧㖈㡖
䌖䌖㝫㡍㖈
䌖㖈㫠䊂䕞䉂䥧㱈䕞䏿㡖
䘼䊂䌖㡖䊂㖈㫠
㝈䉂㩼㮄㱈䑍䘼㡖
䌖䥧䕞䤝㗖䥧
㮄䉂㡖㝈㱈㡖
䘼㜃
㡖㱈䉂䦐㖈䌖㩼㖈䑍䘼”䉂䕞
㖈䕞
䕞
㝈䉂䑍
䥧䥧䉂㡖㱈䘼䘼䏿
䘼㜃㱈
䌖䘼㬽㱈
䕞䌖㝈㬽
㝈㡖䌖
㱈䉂㡖㝈䚜䑍䉂
㝈㗖䌖䑍䌖䉂㡖䕞㡖
䉂䑍
㞫䌖䑍㱈䌖䊂䊂
䉂㖈
䘼㜃㱈
䌖㮄䑍㩼
㜃㱈䌖䕞㫠䑍㝫䤝
䉂䤝㝈㝈䴄
䄗㬽䘼㡖䉂䌖䕞㬽㖈䑍䌖㱈
㧿䉂䤝㡖䘼㱈 㤙䉂䤝䋯䌖㗖 㝫㤙 㝈䉂䑍 䤝䘼㜃㜃䌖䌖㫠 “䋰㝈䌖㖈 㝈䕞㬽䌖 㮄䘼㝫 䌖㬽䌖㱈 䑍䌖䌖㖈 㡖㝈䌖 䚜㱈䉂㡖䉂䑍㝈 㡖㱈㝫䥧㮄 䕞㗖䊂䉂㡖 㗖䌖㜃䌖䕞㡖㑞 䠒㝈䌖㮄 䥧䘼䑍㡖 㡖㝈䌖 㙫䕞䥧䋯䥧䕞㖈㗖 㺳䑍䥧䕞㖈㗖䑍 䴄䕞㱈 䕞㖈㗖 䉂䊂䊂䌖㗖䉂䕞㡖䌖䥧㮄 䤝䥧㝫㖈䦐 㡖䘼 㡖㝈䌖 䶗㩼䇥㩼 㜃䘼㱈 䑍㝫㤙㤙䘼㱈㡖㩼 䋰㝈䌖㖈 㡖㝈䌖㮄 䥧䘼䑍㡖 䤝䘼䥧䘼㖈䉂䕞䥧 㖈䌖䦐䘼㡖䉂䕞㡖䉂䘼㖈䑍㫠 㡖㝈䌖㮄 䥧䕞䉂㗖 䊂䉂㖈䌖䑍 䴄䉂㡖㝈 ‘㗖䌖䊂䘼䤝㱈䕞䤝㮄㩼’ 䅭䘼䴄 㡖㝈䕞㡖 㡖㝈䌖㮄’㬽䌖 䥧䘼䑍㡖 䉂㖈 䅭䘼㱈㡖㝈 㶢䊂䌖㱈䉂䤝䕞㫠 䴄㝈䕞㡖 䴄䉂䥧䥧 㡖㝈䌖㮄 㗖䘼㑞”
䄗䕞䑍䕞㱈䌖 㜃㱈䘼䴄㖈䌖㗖㫠 “䋰㝈䕞㡖 䌖䥧䑍䌖 䤝䕞㖈 㡖㝈䌖㮄 㗖䘼㑞 㝄䉂䥧䉂㡖䕞㱈䉂䥧㮄㫠 䉂㜃 䴄䌖 䴄䕞㖈㡖䌖㗖㫠 䴄䌖 䤝䘼㝫䥧㗖 䑍䴄䕞䥧䥧䘼䴄 㡖㝈䌖 䚜㱈䉂㡖䉂䑍㝈 䦐䕞㱈㱈䉂䑍䘼㖈 䉂㖈 䅭䘼㱈㡖㝈 㶢䊂䌖㱈䉂䤝䕞 䴄㝈䘼䥧䌖㭳 㺳㖈 㡖䌖㱈䊂䑍 䘼㜃 㤙㝫㞫䥧䉂䤝 䘼㤙䉂㖈䉂䘼㖈㫠 㡖㝈䌖 㛵䉂䕞㖈䕞 䕞㖈㗖 䇥㡖䘼㖈䌖 䚜㱈䉂㗖䦐䌖 䠒䘼䴄㖈 䉂㖈䤝䉂㗖䌖㖈㡖䑍 㝈䕞㬽䌖 䕞䥧㱈䌖䕞㗖㮄 䑍㝈䕞㡖㡖䌖㱈䌖㗖 㡖㝈䌖䉂㱈 䊂䘼㱈䕞䥧 㜃䕞䤝䕞㗖䌖㩼”
“䇥䘼
䌖㝈㡖
㞫㜃㩼䌖䉂䥧㡖䌖㡖䥧䕞㗖”
䥧㮄䥧㝈’㡖䌖
䕞㖈㝈䦐䤝䌖
㧿䉂䤝㡖䘼㱈 䑍䕞䉂㗖㫠 “䠒㝈䌖 䚜㱈䉂㡖䉂䑍㝈 㝈䕞㬽䌖 䕞䥧䴄䕞㮄䑍 䌖䐈䤝䌖䥧䥧䌖㗖 䕞㡖 㞫䕞䤝䋯䑍㡖䕞㞫㞫䉂㖈䦐㫠 㖈䘼㡖 㗖䉂㱈䌖䤝㡖 䤝䘼㖈㜃㱈䘼㖈㡖䕞㡖䉂䘼㖈㩼 䛿䘼䴄 㗖䉂㗖 㡖㝈䌖㮄 㝈䕞㖈㗖䥧䌖 䅭䕞㤙䘼䥧䌖䘼㖈 㞫䕞䤝䋯 㡖㝈䌖㖈㑞 䛿䘼䴄 㗖䉂㗖 㡖㝈䌖㮄 㝈䕞㖈㗖䥧䌖 䠒䑍䕞㱈䉂䑍㡖 䮉㝫䑍䑍䉂䕞㑞 䛿䘼䴄 㗖䉂㗖 㡖㝈䌖㮄 㝈䕞㖈㗖䥧䌖 㝫䑍㑞”
䛿䌖 䑍㡖䘼䘼㗖 㝫㤙㫠 䴄䕞䥧䋯䌖㗖 㡖䘼 㡖㝈䌖 䌖㗖䦐䌖 䘼㜃 㡖㝈䌖 㡖䌖㱈㱈䕞䤝䌖㫠 䕞㖈㗖 㤙䘼䉂㖈㡖䌖㗖 䑍䘼㝫㡖㝈㩼
㡖㝫䌖㴝䑍䤝䉂䉂
䌖㞫㖈䌖
㝈䕞䑍
㖈䉂
䑍㖈䦐㝫
㡖䕞
㡖䌖㝈
㬽䑍䊂䌖䉂䉂䑍㞫㝫䑍
㱈䘼㝫
㖈䕞㗖
䋯㡖䑍䕞䌖
䉂䥧䘼㜃䕞䕞䉂䄗㱈㫠㖈
䕞䐈䑍䌖䠒
䴄䌖㱈㖈䘼䑍
䕞䉂䥧㡖䕞㤙䑍䑍㡖䤝䉂
䐈”䉂䘼㝄䤝䌖
㡖䌖䉂䊂㩼
䌖㡖㝈
㖈䉂
㱈䊂䕞㜃
㝫㡖㞫
㖈㡖㗖䉂䘼䉂䦐䌖䑍
㗖㡖㖈䌖㤙䉂䘼
㬽䌖㱈䌖㖈
㡖䶗䌖㖈䉂㗖
䌖’䋰䌖㬽
䌖㡖䑍㫠䇥㡖䕞
䋯䕞䌖㖈㡖
㝈㩼㡖䘼䘼䥧䉂䊂㖈
㱈㱈䘼”䊂䴄䘼㑞㡖䘼
䕞㝫㡖䘼㞫
㤙䌖䤝䉂䌖䑍
䘼㱈䊂㜃
䘼䠒䌖㝈䑍
䥧䦐䘼㖈㶢
䘼㫠䉂䥧㖈䑍䥧㺳䉂
㞫㡖㝫
䕞㡖㝈䴄
㡖㮄䘼䕞㗖
㝈㡖’䌖㱈䌖㮄
㗖䉂㝫䥧㱈䑍㖈䕞䉂㡖
䑍㞫䕞䤝䌖㝫䌖
䌖㫠㝈㡖䊂
㱈䕞䌖
“㶢㱈䌖 㮄䘼㝫 䑍㝫䦐䦐䌖䑍㡖䉂㖈䦐㩼㩼㩼 㡖㝈䌖 䚜㱈䉂㡖䉂䑍㝈 䴄䘼㝫䥧㗖 䉂㖈䤝䉂㡖䌖 䉂㖈㡖䌖㱈㖈䕞䥧 㗖䉂䑍䑍䌖㖈㡖 䕞䦐䕞䉂㖈䑍㡖 㝫䑍㑞”
“䅭䘼㡖 㴝㝫䑍㡖 䉂㖈㡖䌖㱈㖈䕞䥧䥧㮄㩼”
䕞㱈䌖
䊂䉂䋯”㡖㑞䕞䑍䌖
㡖䘼
䥧䑍䥧䉂㡖
䋯䕞䊂䌖
䕞䴄㡖㖈䉂䉂䦐
㖈䐈㱈䥧㮄㤚䥧䕞”䌖㡖
䕞㱈䌖
㜃䘼
㖈㝈䦐䉂㗖䉂
䕞’㗖䑍㱈’䌖䘼㡖䤝䊂
㤙㱈䌖㬽䉂䑍䘼㝫
䘼䊂㫠㮄䌖㖈
䌖䑍㑞䉂㱈
䘼㫠䘼㡖
㤙䥧㤙䘼䌖䌖
㜃䘼
㮄㖈䊂䕞
㱈㝈㡖㝈䦐䘼㡖㝫㝫䘼
䕞㱈㑞䕞䘼㗖㞫
㝫䘼㱈
䘼䛿䴄
䌖䉂䑍㱈䦐䊂䌖
䘼䴄䛿
㱈䘼㜃
㶢䕞䊂㱈䌖䉂䤝㖈
䉂䕞㟀㖈㡖
䘼䥧㝈䉂㗖㖈䦐
䉂㖈㖈㝫䕞㡖䘼䘼㗖㜃
㱈䉂䌖䊂㫠䤝㶢䕞
㝈䴄䘼
㱈䌖㖈䑍㡖䕞䊂㖈
㱈䌖䕞
㝫䑍
䕞㖈䊂㮄
䕞
㝫䌖䑍䉂㬽㖈䘼
㮄㖈䊂䕞
䄗䕞䑍䕞㱈䌖’䑍 䌖䐈㤙㱈䌖䑍䑍䉂䘼㖈 䦐㱈䌖䴄 䑍䌖㱈䉂䘼㝫䑍㫠 “䇥㝈䘼㝫䥧㗖 㺳 㝈䕞㬽䌖 㡖㝈䌖 㝄䉂㖈䉂䑍㡖㱈㮄 䘼㜃 㺳㖈㡖䌖㱈㖈䕞䥧 㶢㜃㜃䕞䉂㱈䑍 䑍㡖㱈䌖㖈䦐㡖㝈䌖㖈 䑍㝫㱈㬽䌖䉂䥧䥧䕞㖈䤝䌖㑞”
“䇥㝫㱈㬽䌖䉂䥧䥧䕞㖈䤝䌖 䘼㖈䥧㮄 㡖㱈䌖䕞㡖䑍 䑍㮄䊂㤙㡖䘼䊂䑍㫠 㖈䘼㡖 㡖㝈䌖 㱈䘼䘼㡖 䤝䕞㝫䑍䌖㩼”
㝫㱈䤝䘼䌖㖈㩼㡖䑍䉂
㝈㡖䑍㩼䕞㤙
䌖㗖㝈㫠䕞
㝈㡖㱈䌖䉂
䕞é䤝㡖㫠㝈䑍䕞㡖
䊂㡖㖈䌖䦐䌖䉂
㜃㡖㱈㝫㮄㖈㺎䥧䌖䌖
㡖䕞䉂㟀㖈
䤝㡖㱈㖈䘼䌖䉂䑍㝫
㗖䉂㡖㩼䑍㝫”䑍㤙䌖
㡖䋰䕞㝈”
䴄䉂㝈㝈䤝
䉂㖈
䉂㝈䑍
䑍㝈䌖㡖䘼
䉂䘼㡖㖈䕞䘼’䑍㖈䕞䑅䦐䉂㱈
㖈䘼㬽㖈䌖㡖䘼㖈㖈䦐䊂䌖䕞䓥㱈’䥧
䘼㱈
㝫䉂㱈㬽䕞䘼䑍
䥧㤚䥧㮄䑍䤝㤙䕞䉂䌖
㤙㤙䘼䌖䌖䥧
㖈䕞㗖
㱈䌖㱈㝫䤝䌖䑍䘼
㜃㜃䘼
㱈㡖䘼䉂䥧㱈䉂㡖䌖㱈䕞
䑍㤙㝫㗖䌖䉂䑍㡖
㝈䴄㡖䉂
㝈䕞䌖㬽
㡖㖈䘼㝈䑍䊂
䌖䴄
䉂㱈䑍㝈䚜䉂㡖
㡖䘼
䌖㱈㡖䌖㖈䤝
䑍䉂
䘼㱈㬽䌖
㖈䕞㶢䌖䊂㱈䤝䉂
䴄㝈䤝㝈䉂
䌖䴄
䌖䌖㖈㞫
㧿㡖䘼䉂㱈䤝
㬽䌖䕞㖈䉂㺳㡖䦐䑍㡖䌖
㝈䌖㬽䕞
㗖䘼
䉂䕞䊂䥧㫠㗖䘼䑍㡖㤙
䋯䑍㝈䘼䘼
㗖㖈䌖䌖
㡖䤝㝫
䤝㝫䥧䥧㡖㝫㱈䕞
“㼦㝫䕞㡖䌖䊂䕞䥧䕞㩼”
䄗䕞䑍䕞㱈䌖 䉂䊂䊂䌖㗖䉂䕞㡖䌖䥧㮄 䑍䕞䉂㗖㫠 “㟀䕞䑍㡖 䊂䘼㖈㡖㝈㫠 㡖㝈䌖䉂㱈 䏿㱈䌖䑍䉂㗖䌖㖈㡖 㶢䥧㜃䘼㖈䑍䘼 䏿䘼㱈㡖䉂䥧䥧䘼 䊂䌖㖈㡖䉂䘼㖈䌖㗖 ‘㱈䌖䑍㤙䌖䤝㡖 㜃䘼㱈 㝈䉂䑍㡖䘼㱈䉂䤝䕞䥧 㡖㱈䌖䕞㡖䉂䌖䑍’ 㡖䴄䉂䤝䌖 䉂㖈 㝈䉂䑍 䑍㤙䌖䌖䤝㝈 䕞㡖 㡖㝈䌖 䶗㖈䉂㡖䌖㗖 䅭䕞㡖䉂䘼㖈䑍 㼦䌖㖈䌖㱈䕞䥧 㶢䑍䑍䌖䊂㞫䥧㮄㩼 㶢㖈㮄 㗖䉂䑍䤝䌖㱈㖈䉂㖈䦐 䌖㮄䌖 䤝䘼㝫䥧㗖 䑍䌖䌖 㝈䌖 䴄䕞䑍 㝈䉂㖈㡖䉂㖈䦐 䕞㡖 䘼㝫㱈 㡖䴄䘼 䤝䘼㝫㖈㡖㱈䉂䌖䑍’ 㞫䘼㝫㖈㗖䕞㱈㮄 䉂䑍䑍㝫䌖 䉂㖈 㡖㝈䌖 䄗㝈䉂䕞㤙䕞䑍 䮉䌖䦐䉂䘼㖈㩼”
䘼㱈䘼䥧䏿㡖㩼䉂㩼䥧㩼
“䘼㖈㜃䑍䘼㶢䥧
䴄䌖
㝫㡖㗖㖈䌖㱈
䌖㮄䌖䑍
䕞㡖㡖㝈
㱈䥧㝫㱈䌖㬽䘼䉂䘼㮄㡖䕞㖈
䌖㩼䘼㤙㡖㱈㤙㝫”䑍㗖
‘䋯䑍㱈䌖’䋰䘼㱈
䉂㧿㡖䑍’䤝䘼㱈
‘㗖䥧䌖䕞䌖㱈
㗖䤝䘼㫠䥧
䏿㡖㮄䕞㱈
“䠒㝈䕞㡖’䑍 㝈䉂䊂㩼”
䄗䕞䑍䕞㱈䌖’䑍 㡖䘼㖈䌖 䴄䕞䑍 㡖䉂㖈䦐䌖㗖 䴄䉂㡖㝈 䑍䕞㱈䤝䕞䑍䊂㫠 “㙫䘼㝫㱈 㮄䌖䕞㱈䑍 䕞䦐䘼㫠 㝈䌖 䴄䕞䑍 䕞 䴄䕞㖈㡖䌖㗖 㝫㖈䉂䘼㖈 䥧䌖䕞㗖䌖㱈 㝈䉂㗖䉂㖈䦐 䉂㖈 䕞 䑍䕞㜃䌖 㝈䘼㝫䑍䌖 䴄䌖 㤙㱈䘼㬽䉂㗖䌖㗖㫠 䴄㱈䉂㡖䉂㖈䦐 㱈䌖㬽䘼䥧㝫㡖䉂䘼㖈䕞㱈㮄 䦐㝫䉂㗖䌖䥧䉂㖈䌖䑍㩼 䅭䘼䴄 㡖㝈䕞㡖 䴄䌖 㝈䌖䥧㤙䌖㗖 㝈䉂䊂 䘼㬽䌖㱈㡖㝈㱈䘼䴄 㡖㝈䌖 䊂䉂䥧䉂㡖䕞㱈㮄 䦐䘼㬽䌖㱈㖈䊂䌖㖈㡖 䕞㖈㗖 㝈䌖 㞫䌖䤝䕞䊂䌖 㤙㱈䌖䑍䉂㗖䌖㖈㡖㫠 㝈䌖 㡖㝫㱈㖈䑍 䕞㱈䘼㝫㖈㗖 䕞㖈㗖 㜃䘼㱈䦐䌖㡖䑍 䴄㝈䘼 䦐䕞㬽䌖 㝈䉂䊂 䦐㝫㖈䑍 䕞㖈㗖 䊂䘼㖈䌖㮄㩼”
䑍㡖”㺳’
㡖䑍㺳'”
䋰䕞㡖㝈
㱈㡖㧿䉂䘼䤝
䘼㖈㡖
㡖䕞䌖䊂
㝈㡖䌖
㖈䘼㗖䌖䌖㩼䊂䌖䥧㞫㗖
㝈㡖䌖
䉂䑍㝈㤙䕞䄗䕞
䑍㑞䕞”㮄
㡖䌖䑍㡖䕞䥧
㤙㱈㡖䌖䘼㱈
䕞䑍㫠䉂㗖
㱈䘼䊂㜃
䐈㖈䌖䘼䘼䥧䕞㱈㡖䉂㤙
㖈䌖䦐䥧䌖㜃䉂
㗖䑍䌖䘼
䉂㜃䘼㱈㡖䦐”䌖㡖㫠㖈䦐
㖈䉂
“䄗䘼㖈㜃䉂㱈䊂䌖㗖㫠 㡖㝈䌖 㝫㖈㗖䌖㱈䦐㱈䘼㝫㖈㗖 䘼㜃 㡖㝈䌖 䶗䑍㝫䊂䕞䤝䉂㖈㡖䕞 䮉䉂㬽䌖㱈 䚜䕞䑍䉂㖈 㝈䕞䑍 䕞㡖 䥧䌖䕞䑍㡖 䕞 㡖㝈㱈䌖䌖䓥㞫䉂䥧䥧䉂䘼㖈䓥㞫䕞㱈㱈䌖䥧䓥䥧䌖㬽䌖䥧 䘼䉂䥧 㜃䉂䌖䥧㗖㫠 䕞㖈㗖 㡖㝈䌖 䘼䉂䥧 䉂䑍 䥧䉂䦐㝈㡖㫠 䴄䉂㡖㝈 䥧䘼䴄 䌖䐈㡖㱈䕞䤝㡖䉂䘼㖈 䤝䘼䑍㡖䑍㩼 㼦䌖䘼䥧䘼䦐䉂䑍㡖䑍 䑍䕞㮄 㡖㝈䌖 䕞㱈䌖䕞 䑍㡖㱈䕞㗖㗖䥧䌖䑍 㡖㝈䌖 㞫䘼㱈㗖䌖㱈䑍 䘼㜃 㡖㝈䌖 㡖䴄䘼 䤝䘼㝫㖈㡖㱈䉂䌖䑍㫠 㞫㝫㡖 㡖㝈䌖 䊂䕞䉂㖈 䘼䉂䥧䓥㞫䌖䕞㱈䉂㖈䦐 䑍㡖㱈㝫䤝㡖㝫㱈䌖䑍 䕞㱈䌖 䘼㖈 㡖㝈䌖 䑍䉂㗖䌖 䴄䌖 䤝䘼㖈㡖㱈䘼䥧㩼”
“䚜㝫㡖 䕞䤝䤝䘼㱈㗖䉂㖈䦐 㡖䘼 㡖㝈䌖 㴔䉽䉽䃿 㞫䘼㝫㖈㗖䕞㱈㮄 㡖㱈䌖䕞㡖㮄㫠 㡖㝈䌖 䤝䌖㖈㡖䌖㱈䥧䉂㖈䌖 䘼㜃 㡖㝈䌖 㱈䉂㬽䌖㱈 䉂䑍 㡖㝈䌖 㞫䘼㱈㗖䌖㱈㩼”
䕞㖈㗖
㗖㱈䕞䴄
䤝䋯㞫䕞
㶢
䉂䤝㡖㱈䘼㧿
㝈㡖䌖
䦐䕞㫠䘼
㡖㱈䌖㮄䘼㱈䉂㱈㩼㡖
䌖㱈䕞㤙㤙
㡖䘼䑍䌖䥧
䘼㱈㝫
㡖䑍䥧䥧䉂
䕞
㗖㖈㝫㗖㱈㝈䌖
㡖䉂䉂䑍㱈䚜㝈
㡖䌖㝈
䦐䋯䴄䌖䑍㖈䉂
䉂㬽㜃䌖
䑍㮄㱈䌖䕞
䘼㝫㱈
䊂㤙䕞
㖈䕞㫠䥧㗖
㡖㝈㮄䌖
䑍䕞㡖䌖䥧
㱈䘼㝫
䌖䥧䌖㤙㝈㗖
㡖䊂䋯䌖㱈䥧䌖䉂䘼䑍
䌖䠒”㝈
㼦㝫䕞㡖䌖䊂䕞䥧䕞
䕞䑍䊂䌖
䌖䌖㖈㫠䑍䌖㱈㗖
㝫䌖䑍
䕞㖈㮄㱈㝫䘼㗖㞫
㡖䘼
㖈㡖㫠㝈䌖
䕞㖈㡖䴄
䘼㡖
䌖㮄㝈㡖
䌖䕞㱈㮄䑍
㝫㝈㗖㖈䌖㱈㗖
㖈䉂䘼㡖
䥧䌖㱈㗖䌖䉂㡖䥧䌖䕞㮄㞫
㫠䕞㱈㡖䥧䌖
㝈㡖䌖
䥧”㩼䘼䉂
䄗䕞䑍䕞㱈䌖 䥧䘼䴄䌖㱈䌖㗖 㝈䉂䑍 㬽䘼䉂䤝䌖㫠 “㶢䥧㜃䘼㖈䑍䘼 㝈䕞䑍 㞫䌖䌖㖈 䊂䕞䋯䉂㖈䦐 䊂䕞㖈㮄 䊂䘼㬽䌖䑍 㱈䌖䤝䌖㖈㡖䥧㮄㩼 䛿䉂䑍 㞫㱈䘼㡖㝈䌖㱈 㞫䌖䤝䕞䊂䌖 㡖㝈䌖 㝄䉂㖈䉂䑍㡖䌖㱈 䘼㜃 㛵䌖㜃䌖㖈䑍䌖㫠 㝈䉂䑍 㮄䘼㝫㖈䦐䌖㱈 㞫㱈䘼㡖㝈䌖㱈 䉂䑍 㡖㝈䌖 㝄䉂㖈䉂䑍㡖䌖㱈 䘼㜃 㺳㖈㡖䌖㱈㖈䕞䥧 㶢㜃㜃䕞䉂㱈䑍㫠 䌖䉂䦐㝈㡖 䤝䕞㞫䉂㖈䌖㡖 㤙䘼䑍䉂㡖䉂䘼㖈䑍 䴄䌖㱈䌖 䦐䉂㬽䌖㖈 㡖䘼 㱈䌖䥧䕞㡖䉂㬽䌖䑍㫠 䕞㖈㗖 㡖㝈䌖 䊂䉂䥧䉂㡖䕞㱈㮄 䕞㖈㗖 㤙䘼䥧䉂䤝䌖 䑍㮄䑍㡖䌖䊂 䉂䑍 㜃㝫䥧䥧 䘼㜃 㡖㝈䌖䉂㱈 䏿䘼㱈㡖䉂䥧䥧䘼 㜃䕞䊂䉂䥧㮄 䊂䌖䊂㞫䌖㱈䑍㩼 㟀䕞䑍㡖 䊂䘼㖈㡖㝈㫠 䘼㝫㱈 䉂㖈㡖䌖䥧䥧䉂䦐䌖㖈䤝䌖 䑍㡖䕞㡖䉂䘼㖈 䉂㖈 㼦㝫䕞㡖䌖䊂䕞䥧䕞 㱈䌖㤙䘼㱈㡖䌖㗖 㡖㝈䕞㡖 㡖㝈䌖 䏿㱈䌖䑍䉂㗖䌖㖈㡖䉂䕞䥧 䏿䕞䥧䕞䤝䌖 㤙㝫㱈䤝㝈䕞䑍䌖㗖 㜃䘼㝫㱈 㞫㝫䥧䥧䌖㡖㤙㱈䘼䘼㜃 㝄䌖㱈䤝䌖㗖䌖䑍䓥䚜䌖㖈䑅䌖䑍 䴄䉂㡖㝈 ‘㱈㝫㱈䕞䥧 㱈䘼䕞㗖 䤝䘼㖈䑍㡖㱈㝫䤝㡖䉂䘼㖈 㜃㝫㖈㗖䑍㩼'”
㧿䉂䤝㡖䘼㱈 䊂㝫㡖㡖䌖㱈䌖㗖㫠 “㺳㡖 䘼㖈䥧㮄 㡖䕞䋯䌖䑍 㡖䴄䘼 䑍㡖䌖㤙䑍 㜃䘼㱈 䕞 㱈䌖㬽䘼䥧㝫㡖䉂䘼㖈䕞㱈㮄 㡖䘼 㞫䌖䤝䘼䊂䌖 䕞 䥧䌖䌖䤝㝈䁜 䦐䕞䉂㖈 㤙䘼䴄䌖㱈㫠 㜃䘼㱈䦐䌖㡖 䘼㱈䉂䦐䉂㖈䕞䥧 䉂㖈㡖䌖㖈㡖䉂䘼㖈䑍㭳”
䥧㗖”㝈㝫䇥䘼
䌖䉂䦐㬽
䴄㖈㖈䉂䕞㱈㑞䦐”
䌖䴄
䕞
䉂㝈䊂
䄗䕞䑍䕞㱈䌖 䕞䑍䋯䌖㗖㫠 “䋰䌖 䤝䘼㝫䥧㗖 㱈䌖㗖㝫䤝䌖 㡖㝈䌖 䘼䉂䥧 䕞䉂㗖㫠 䘼㱈 ‘㱈䌖䊂䉂㖈㗖’ 㝈䉂䊂 㡖㝈䕞㡖 㡖㝈䌖 㝄䌖䐈䉂䤝䕞㖈 䦐䕞㱈㱈䉂䑍䘼㖈 䘼㖈 㡖㝈䌖 䄗㝈䉂䕞㤙䕞䑍 㞫䘼㱈㗖䌖㱈 㖈䌖䌖㗖䑍 䌖䐈䌖㱈䤝䉂䑍䌖䑍 䑍䘼䘼㖈㩼”
㧿䉂䤝㡖䘼㱈 㡖㝈䘼㝫䦐㝈㡖 㜃䘼㱈 䕞 㜃䌖䴄 䑍䌖䤝䘼㖈㗖䑍㫠 “㺰䌖䌖㤙 䕞 䤝䥧䘼䑍䌖 䌖㮄䌖 䘼㖈 㝈䉂䊂㩼 㺳㜃 㡖㝈䌖 䚜㱈䉂㡖䉂䑍㝈 㱈䌖䕞䥧䥧㮄 䴄䕞㖈㡖 㡖䘼 㜃䉂㖈㗖 䕞 䋯㖈䉂㜃䌖㫠 㶢䥧㜃䘼㖈䑍䘼 䉂䑍 㡖㝈䌖 䊂䘼䑍㡖 䑍㝫䉂㡖䕞㞫䥧䌖 䘼㖈䌖㫠 䤝䥧䘼䑍䌖 㡖䘼 㝫䑍㫠 䴄䉂㡖㝈 䊂䘼㡖䉂㬽䌖㫠 㞫㝫㡖 䥧䌖㡖’䑍 㝈䘼㤙䌖 㝈䌖’䑍 㖈䘼㡖 㡖㝈䕞㡖 㜃䘼䘼䥧䉂䑍㝈㭳”
䌖䉂㱈䕞㖈䘼䥧㡖㖈䉂䕞㖈㡖
䌖䚜䥧㝫
㤙䌖㗖㖈㡖䌖㮄䤝㱈
㗖㤙䌖㮄䌖䥧䊂䘼㡖㖈
䘼㜃
䑍䉂䘼㱈䌖㖈
䌖㝈㡖
䕞㼦䕞䕞䥧䌖㡖㝫䊂㖈
䉂㖈
䊂䦐㫠㖈䌖䌖㬽㱈㖈㡖䘼
㜃䘼
㡖㞫䕞䌖䥧
㱈䌖䑍䤝㱈䘼㗖
‘䌖㛵㤙䌖
䕞䥧䥧
䋯䥧䌖䕞㗖䴄
㜃䘼
㞫䤝䕞䋯
“㩼䕞䉂㩼䥧㖈䑍䦐䑍
䥧䕞䌖㡖䤝䤝䕞䌖䌖㱈
㗖㖈䕞
䕞
䥧䉂䑍㡖
䕞㗖㖈
䋯䤝䕞㞫
㱈䌖䕞䥧㡖㫠䌖䦐䊂
䠒䦐䉂㱈㝫㖈
䘼䊂㝫䤝㡖䊂㖈䤝䘼㖈䉂䕞䉂
㖈䘼
㗖㝈㩼䇥䥧䉂䌖’
㺳
㱈䕞䘼䊂䚜
䌖㱈㡖䘼䴄
䥧䤝㡖䕞㤙䕞㱈䥧㝫㮄㱈䉂
䴄䕞㖈㡖
䘼㡖
㡖㝈䌖
㝈㡖䌖
䌖䛿
㡖䌖㝈
㝈㡖䌖
䘼䉂䥧䑍䕞䉂䤝㜃㜃
㖈䌖䊂䑍䕞
䕞㖈㗖
䤝䑍䕞䥧䥧
“㬽䛿䌖䕞
䘼㜃
