Chapter 1088

Buck climbed slowly down the cable of the airship airbag until he broke into the cockpit, and then he knew he was on the revolutionary army ship.

The rebel leader of Colombia was here, a black woman named Daisy, accompanied by her officers. They pointed their guns at Booker.

"Take it easy." Buck raised his hands, narrowed his eyes and quickly looked around. Nine people, eight men and one woman were all black. If there was a conflict, regardless of death or injury, Buck could solve the battle in about three minutes.

"Dear white master, what can I do for you on our ship?" Daisy's cold ridicule doesn't give people a sense of closeness.

Booker frowned. "You followed the first lady all the way."

"Scrap iron torn to pieces by nightingales." Daisy ordered her guard to take away Booker's equipment. "You haven't answered my question, assassin."

"I fell from that ship. Thank you for your ship, otherwise I would have fallen to death."

"I never believe in coincidence, especially here in Colombia." Daisy's plump lips rolled up, reminding Booker of the herbivorous cow, "give me a reason not to kill you."

"I'm not Colombian. I'm from the surface."

"Who isn't?" They laughed, and the guard next to Booker gently scraped the edge of the trigger with his fingernail, making a thin crack.

"That's not the point." The point is that we have common enemies. Comstock, the ruler of Colombia, and the ruling class of Colombia. "

"The revolutionary army refused to join the white pig, but we can cooperate." Daisy tilted her head. Her face was gray and quiet, showing a kind of gentle coldness, just like all white colonists.

"Is that how you call yourself the voice of the people?" Buck roared angrily. His words were so fierce that suddenly everyone trembled.

Daisy stared uneasily into Booker's eyes. "What are you trying to say?"

"It's shameless for the revolutionary army to refuse white pigs. If you people of color feel oppressed, you should completely return your anger to all whites. Who do you think is more hurt? Who benefits more? Scots are discriminated against in Colombia like you. Don't you think they are white? I only ask one question. Do you think you are the voice of the people or the voice of the black? Answer me! "

The officers hesitated. Daisy slightly turned her head away from Booker's eyes. "Of course it's the voice of the people. We represent the people of finkerton... "

"Don't change the subject. The people of finkerton are the people in your mouth. Aren't the people in the main city of Colombia?"

"Those are just white masters!" The officers answered.

"The employees of many companies, who also have nothing, are equally oppressed and exploited. Can you say they are masters?"

"They treat us as ferociously!"

"That's because of lies! The white people at the bottom are struggling, but their life pressure is transferred to the colored people and Scots with lower wages, so that they can be complacent and forget the fact that they are also slaves. They are our partners, and some of your so-called noble lords can also be won by us. If you are so foolish and lack theoretical guidance, you will never succeed. If you have no appeal, you will only bring atrocities, which cannot change the Colombian system. After the fire is extinguished, Comstock and his disciples will make a comeback. "

The officers were shocked and said, "please come to the rostrum!"

Daisy pursed her mouth and unconsciously withdrew two steps. "What's your name? Who are you? "

"Buck DeWitt. Hello, my name is Booker DeWitt. "

"We need to talk alone."

"Yes." Buck nodded. After the officers left, he revealed his heart to the leader of the voice of the people, "I will help you as much as possible. I have been assisting the revolutionary cause in the Far East. Strictly speaking, I am not a complete revolutionary, but I know how people become revolutionaries. You need my help, and I need your help. I need you to help me overthrow the rule of the prophet, defeat the monster named Nightingale, and save a girl. "

"A girl? Who is she? What does it have to do with you? "

Booker pursed. "It's just a poor man. We've just met."

"Are you willing to take such a risk for a stranger you just met? I don't believe you are either a madman who despises life, or you have fallen in love with that girl. "

"No, it's just that I owe her. I owe her a debt that I need to pay at all costs."

Daisy is a decisive person. According to Colombian official reports, she was the maid of the first lady, but shamelessly murdered her and donated money to escape.

"This is not the case." She explained.

"I'm not a judge. If you need a confession, I suggest you find a lawyer." Booker looked serious, and there was always anxiety between his eyes and eyebrows. "Time is pressing. I want to tell you the real theory in the shortest time. I want to bring you Paris in 1871. Finkton needs to unite closely, the white proletarians in the main city also need to unite, and we need clear discipline within our team. All this may be completed soon, half a month, maybe a long time, half a year. I can't do everything myself. You are the leader of the voice of the people. Allow me to introduce two Germans and a Russian to you. I hope you can turn all your hatred into enthusiasm for learning. Let's start. "

... the power of the revolutionary army can not be underestimated for a long time. Booker was surprised to find that their total strength actually exceeded that of the Colombian police, but they were absolutely inferior in the competition between weapons and equipment and powers. Since Booker joined, the new program has created a young but reliable vanguard in the voice of the people. The mobilization ability of the revolutionary army has greatly increased. Workers, vagrants and abandoned people in finkton have joined one after another. In just one week, the members of the reserve team have reached 2000, which is almost the total number of adult humans in finkton. They occupied the factory building of Fink industry and looked for experienced gunners to design the production line. A large number of guns and ammunition flowed out of the factory and were equipped to the soldiers of the revolutionary army. Accordingly, the police force was cut off from the supply of weapons. After all the factory areas were "occupied", Colombian newspapers published new bad news. The voice of the people occupied several important ports and cut off most of the trade channels between Colombia and the ground. The voice of the people finally developed from a disease of scabies to a great enemy threatening the rule of the prophet. Booker has a hunch that he has done a great job. If Colombia can really become a cutting-edge revolutionary force, what great changes will it bring to the pattern of the whole world with its excellent scientific and technological ability and military level! Even if new Colombia still maintains its isolation policy, the symbolic significance of its existence can be encouraging. Paris, Paris is in Colombia. The tragedy of 1871 will not happen. At the thought of this, he couldn't wait to find Elizabeth. Booker wanted to share this joy with her. Twenty two days had passed since she was taken away by the nightingale. Finally, after many inquiries, Booker received a secret agent in charge of kitchen work in the police station. A girl suspected of Elizabeth once appeared in the headquarters of the Colombian police station. About two days ago, she was taken to the residence of the prophet Comstock. The voice of the people is willing to draw out an armed force of 300 people to help Booker, but it will not cooperate with the general attack. The rescue operation should be solved quickly. If it is delayed for too long, the continuous guard team will wipe them out. In order to stop the possible biochemical monster Nightingale, the revolutionary army will send two armed men. Such a team is already luxurious. Buck thanked these friends for their help, packed up his luggage and set out in an airship in the dark.