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Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 1476 - Capítulo 1476: 696: Victor, Can You Still Control Everyone?!

Author: Working as a police officer in Mexico
updatedAt: 2026-01-10

Capítulo 1476: Chapter 696: Victor, Can You Still Control Everyone?!

“Liu?”

Chinese, male, vast drug network, ghost-like conduct…

Suddenly!

An image buried deep in memory sprang forth—

The corpulent figure, the face always smiling innocently, the simple, almost untidy attire, and those eyes flashing insight.

It’s Zhaohua!!!

The “wealthy spectator” Victor had met in his past life while fighting underground in Southeast Asia!

Back then, Victor was just a low-level boxer fighting for his life with his fists and blood, while Zhaohua was one of the few “eccentric” who would watch these bloody underground matches.

He was lavishly generous, frequently stuffing thick stacks of US Dollars to boxers who performed well. At that time, Victor also received money, yet Zhaohua himself wore faded T-shirts and shorts, and flip-flops, appearing like a neighborhood chubby uncle.

Victor once thought he was merely a wealthy customer with peculiar tastes.

Until many years later, he saw Zhaohua’s photo on the news, no longer smiling, but shackled with handcuffs and leg irons, guarded by marshals.

There was even a famous quote.

“This is your First-class Merit!”

The news headline was shocking: “Century Drug King” Zhaohua (Liu Zhaohua) brought to justice! The amount of drugs involved shocked the world!

A truly “Breaking Bad” style figure who exploited his chemical talents to the utmost, with an unprecedented scale, temporarily stumping multiple countries’ narcotics agencies!

“Second Brother…”

“Liu…”

All clues connected at this moment!

“Third Brother” Xie Zhile and “Teacher Ye” Ye Zhenli at the top, controlling the entire “Extraterrestrial Object” supply chain, wreaking havoc across Europe, backed by a chemistry genius.

In other words…

A pure Chinese team?

Amazing…

Victor’s breath quickened for a moment but immediately reverted to absolute calm.

Victor held the phone, “This information is invaluable, keep digging.”

“Understood, sir.” Ethan Hunt’s voice carried absolute determination, then he hung up the phone.

Victor slowly put down the receiver and turned around.

“Jeff,” Victor looked at Bennett.

“Sir?”

“Immediately re-examine all reports related to the ‘Extraterrestrial Object’ chemical component analysis, especially its synthesis pathway and impurity characteristics. Also, deploy all deep undercover networks in Asia, especially Southeast Asia and the mainland, to investigate a name—Liu Zhaohua.”

Although Bennett didn’t understand why the boss suddenly focused on a specific name, he hesitated not at all: “On it! I’ll handle it right away!” He picked up the file and quickly exited the office.

The room was left with only Victor and Casare.

Casare looked at Victor, unable to resist asking: “Boss, this Liu Zhaohua…?”

“The era has changed, yet people seem unchanged.” Victor didn’t respond, instead talked to himself.

In truth, he had searched the name through Golden Finger.

But it showed him within East University territory.

That’s tricky.

“Notify the narcotics bureau at East University, requesting their collaboration in searching.”

The guy had too many aliases, like Liu Linbin, Liu Lingyang, Liu Linquan, Chen Guisen; he’d flee faster than anyone else at the slightest hint of trouble.

Extremely hard to catch.

“Okay!” Casare replied.

Victor looked at the brightly lit Mexico City, feeling somewhat weary.

Kill…

When can there be an end to killing?

Suriname, outskirts of Paramaribo.

Far from the city’s clatter, as night falls, only the chirping of insects can be heard.

In a villa by the river, the lights were deliberately adjusted to a soft warm yellow.

An advanced sound system was playing soothing classical music—Pachelbel’s “Canon.”

Ye Zhenli, in silk pajamas and stepping on a soft carpet, was gently swaying with his wife Yu Zhiyi in the living room.

His wife leaned her head against his shoulder, her face carrying a trace of persistent worry.

“Once the storm dies down a bit, let’s go back to our hometown to visit.”

Ye Zhenli spoke softly, “It’s been a long time since we offered incense to the ancestors.”

Yu Zhiyi raised her head, looking at him, “Old Ye, my heart’s always restless, that Victor is different. We’ve made money that could last us several lifetimes; let it go, okay? Let’s find a place where no one knows us and live peacefully.”

Ye Zhenli smiled, that smile containing resignation, as well as a sort of knowing mockery. He patted his wife’s back, “Let go? My dear, we’re not standing on a carpet, but on a tightrope. Moving forward might allow us to live a few more days.”

He shook his head, “Below is an abyss, people waiting to feast on us line up from Mexico to shanghai. Stopping now is a death sentence, a quick and ugly death.”

He paused and commented, “Victor? He indeed is a tough character, a thorough pragmatist and tyrant. He believes money and bullets can solve everything. But he doesn’t understand, humans as creatures have endless greed. He might control Mexico through fear, but he cannot manage the desire inside people’s hearts.”

“The better ‘Extraterrestrial Object’ sells, the more chaotic Europe becomes, the more people yearn for it. This yearning itself is a power stronger than any weapon. Victor wants to extinguish this desire through violence? It’s laughable; he can’t control it, because he wants to manage humanity itself, and we…”

Ye Zhenli raised his chin slightly, “What we provide is this ultimate ’emotional value,’ extreme pleasure, extreme escapism. It’s an unsolvable business.”

His wife Yu Zhiyi seemed to somewhat understand, merely hugging him tighter as if gaining a sense of security.

㦳䀁䏮㦒䄝㦳䛙

㦒㑜

䱕䄝

㝞㦒䏮

䕮㶁䫪䏮䏮

㫿䊲䢔㷟㦳

㫿䏮䕮㷟䈾㦒

㝞䢔㫿㦒

䕮㘃

㷟䢔䄝䏮㿥㦒㶁㧺㿥㦒䏮

䕶䱕㫿

䏮㕆㦒㿥㘃䏮䈾䏮㦳

䢔䄝䏮䈾㿥䊲㦒䊲䀁䏮

䚐㦒 䕶䱕㫿䄝’㦒 㦒㝞䏮 㶁㝞䀁䄝䏮 䢔䄝 㦒㝞䏮 㿥䀁䀁㦳䛙 䕮㷟㦒 䱕 㫿㶁䏮䊲䢔䱕䈾䈾㘃 㦳䱕㧺䏮 㫿䱕㦒䏮䈾䈾䢔㦒䏮 䊲䀁㦳㦳㷟䄝䢔䊲䱕㦒䀁㿥 䢔䄝㫿䢔㧺䏮 䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔’㫿 㶁䱕㩬䱕㦳䱕 㶁䀁䊲䤷䏮㦒䫪

䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔’㫿 㧺䱕䄝䊲䏮 㫿㦒䏮㶁㫿 㝞䱕䈾㦒䏮㧺 䢔䄝㫿㦒䱕䄝㦒䈾㘃䫪 䞒䏮 㿥䏮䈾䏮䱕㫿䏮㧺 㝞䢔㫿 䕶䢔㚵䏮䛙 㶁䱕㦒㦒䏮㧺 㝞䏮㿥 䱕㿥㦳 㦒䀁 㿥䏮䱕㫿㫿㷟㿥䏮 㝞䏮㿥䛙 㫿㦳䢔䈾䏮㧺䛙 䱕䄝㧺 㦒㝞䏮䄝 㐶㷟䢔䊲䤷䈾㘃 䕶䱕䈾䤷䏮㧺 㦒䀁 㦒㝞䏮 㫿㦒㷟㧺㘃 㿥䀁䀁㦳䛙 䈾䀁䊲䤷䢔䄝䬈 㦒㝞䏮 㧺䀁䀁㿥 㚵㿥䀁㦳 㦒㝞䏮 䢔䄝㫿䢔㧺䏮䫪

㦒䀁䀁䤷

䄝䈾䢔䏮

䀁䏮㧺䊲㫿

䄝䱕㧺

䈾䄝䄝㦒䱕㘃㦒㫿䀁䊲

䏮㝞㦒

䢔㫿䏮䬈䄝䈾

䢔䕶㝞㦒

䀁㚵

㧺䄝䀁䀁㷟㦒䊲䄝䕶

䏮䞒

㫿㘃䈾㶁䢔䫪䱕㧺

䈾䱕㫿䏮㿥㦳䈾

㝞䊲䄝䬈䬈䱕䢔䄝

䀁㷟㦒

䀁䄝

䢔䏮䛙䏮㧺䛼䊲

㝞䄝㦒䱕

䏮䄝㶁䀁㝞䛙

㭹㝞䢔㫿 䕶䱕㫿 㦒㝞䏮 㝞䢔䬈㝞䏮㫿㦒 䈾䏮䛼䏮䈾 䀁㚵 䱕䈾䏮㿥㦒䛙 䢔䄝㧺䢔䊲䱕㦒䢔䄝䬈 㦒㝞䱕㦒 䱕 䊲㿥䢔㦒䢔䊲䱕䈾 䄝䀁㧺䏮 䢔䄝 㝞䢔㫿 䛼䱕㫿㦒 䄝䏮㦒䕶䀁㿥䤷 㦳䢔䬈㝞㦒 㝞䱕䛼䏮 䱕 㚵䱕㦒䱕䈾 䛼㷟䈾䄝䏮㿥䱕䕮䢔䈾䢔㦒㘃 䀁㿥 㝞䱕㫿 䱕䈾㿥䏮䱕㧺㘃 䕮䏮䏮䄝 㦒䀁㷟䊲㝞䏮㧺䫪

䞒䢔㫿 䏮㘃䏮㫿 㫿䕶䢔㚵㦒䈾㘃 䢔䄝㶁㷟㦒 䱕 㫿㦒㿥䢔䄝䬈 䀁㚵 䊲䀁㦳㦳䱕䄝㧺㫿 䀁䄝㦒䀁 㦒㝞䏮 㧺䏮䛼䢔䊲䏮䫪

㧺䱕䄝

㿥㫿䏮䊲㷟䀁

䕮䈾㦳㧺㫿䏮㿥䊲䱕

㫿䱕䕶

䏮㚵䕶

䄝䊲㦒䀁䄝䏮㦒

㦒䈾㿥䛙䱕䏮

㭹㝞䏮

㚵䀁

䈾㝞䊲䢔䈾

㘃䊲㧺䄝㶁㦒䏮䏮㿥

䱕䕶㫿

㫿䢔㝞

㫿㿥䏮㦒䱕㦳

䄝䱕㧺

䀁䛙㝞㿥㫿㦒

䀁䄝㧺䕶

䕮㦒㷟

䄝㫿䢔䏮䕐㶁

㫿㦒䢔

䊲㫿䄝䏮㫿䀁㧺

䢔㫿㦒

䏮㫿㦒䄝

䏮䛼㿥䊲䏮㧺䏮䢔

䢔㚵㦳䀁㦒䱕䄝䢔䄝㿥䀁

㧺㧺㧺䏮䊲䏮䀁䫪

䏮㝞䱕䛼䢔䈾㘃

㫿䬈䱕㫿㦳䏮䏮

䊲䏮㫿㷟䕮䀁䛙㿥

㑇”㶭䢔㫿㝞䏮㿥㦳䱕䄝” 㫿䢔䈾䏮䄝㦒䛙 䊲㝞㷟㿥䊲㝞 㫿䕶䏮㶁㦒 䊲䈾䏮䱕䄝䛙 䕮㷟㦒 “䗥䈾䏮䱕䄝䏮㿥” 㦳䱕㘃 㝞䱕䛼䏮 䕮䏮䏮䄝 㦳䱕㿥䤷䏮㧺䛙 䕶䢔䄝㧺 㧺䢔㿥䏮䊲㦒䢔䀁䄝 䊲㝞䱕䄝䬈䏮㧺 䱕䕮㿥㷟㶁㦒䈾㘃䛙 㫿㷟㫿㶁䏮䊲㦒䏮㧺 “㜯䀁䄝㫿䀁䀁䄝” 㚵㿥䀁㦳 㦒㝞䏮 㛫䱕㫿㦒䫪 䩖㷟䬈䬈䏮㫿㦒 “䎮䱕㿥㧺䏮䄝䏮㿥” 㧺䏮䏮㶁 㧺䢔䛼䏮䫪䣣

“㶭䢔㫿㝞䏮㿥㦳䱕䄝” 䕶䱕㫿 䱕 䊲䀁㧺䏮 䄝䱕㦳䏮 㚵䀁㿥 䱕䄝 䢔㦳㶁䀁㿥㦒䱕䄝㦒 䊲䀁䄝㦒䱕䊲㦒 䀁㚵 㝞䢔㫿 䢔䄝 㛫㷟㿥䀁㶁䏮䛙 䱕䄝㧺 “䊲㝞㷟㿥䊲㝞” 䀁䕮䛼䢔䀁㷟㫿䈾㘃 㿥䏮㚵䏮㿥㿥䏮㧺 㦒䀁 㦒㝞䏮 㧺䢔㫿㦒㿥䢔䕮㷟㦒䢔䀁䄝 㶁䀁䢔䄝㦒 䢔䄝 䑍䱕㶁䈾䏮㫿 䕶㝞䏮㿥䏮 䱕 䕮䈾䀁䀁㧺㫿㝞䏮㧺 㝞䱕㧺 㩬㷟㫿㦒 䀁䊲䊲㷟㿥㿥䏮㧺䫪 “䗥䈾䏮䱕䄝䏮㿥” 㿥䏮㚵䏮㿥㿥䏮㧺 㦒䀁 㦒㝞䏮 䱕䊲㦒䢔䀁䄝 㦒䏮䱕㦳 㝞䱕䄝㧺䈾䢔䄝䬈 㦒㝞䏮 䱕㚵㦒䏮㿥㦳䱕㦒㝞䫪

䀁䀁㜯䄝㫿”䀁䄝

㧺䄝㑜

㛫䫪䱕㦒㫿䫪䫪”

㝞㦒䏮

㦳㚵㿥䀁

㛫䱕㫿㦒㶰

䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔’㫿 㶁㷟㶁䢔䈾㫿 䊲䀁䄝㦒㿥䱕䊲㦒䏮㧺 㫿㝞䱕㿥㶁䈾㘃䫪

㝞㭹䢔㫿

䀁㚵

㝞䏮㦒䢔䄝㧺

䢔䫪䄝䛼㿥䄝䏮㦒䏮䄝䬈䢔

䢔䢔䄝䄝䱕䬈䀁䏮㫿㦒䢔䛼㦒

㐶㦒䢔㷟䱕䛼䢔㦒䱕䈾䏮

䕶䢔㦒㝞

㷟㫿䈾䏮㿥

䀁䀁㦒㶁䄝䱕䢔㫿䏮㿥

㝞㦒㦒䱕

䄝㧺䱕

䏮㝞䀁㦳㦒㧺

㦒㝞䕶䢔

㚵䀁㫿㿥䊲䏮

䏮㦒㝞

䄝䊲䏮䛙䱕㝞䬈

䀁㚵䊲㷟㫿

㦳䈾䢔䢔䱕䱕㿥㚵

㦒㝞䏮

㧺䱕㝞

㦒䈾䢔䄝䱕䏮㿥䄝

䏮㧺㿥䄝㷟䬈䄝䀁䏮

㿥䏮㦳䀁

㵊㝞䱕㦒 㷟䄝㫿䏮㦒㦒䈾䏮㧺 㝞䢔㦳 㦒㝞䏮 㦳䀁㫿㦒 䕶䱕㫿 㦒㝞䏮 䈾䱕㫿㦒 㫿䏮䄝㦒䏮䄝䊲䏮䛙 “䎮䱕㿥㧺䏮䄝䏮㿥 㧺䏮䏮㶁 㧺䢔䛼䏮䫪” “䎮䱕㿥㧺䏮䄝䏮㿥” 䕶䱕㫿 䀁䄝䏮 䀁㚵 㝞䢔㫿 䀁䕶䄝 䊲䀁㧺䏮 䄝䱕㦳䏮㫿䫪

㭹㝞䏮 㦳䏮㫿㫿䱕䬈䏮 䕶䱕㫿 䕶䱕㿥䄝䢔䄝䬈 㝞䢔㦳 㦒㝞䱕㦒 㧺䱕䄝䬈䏮㿥 䕶䱕㫿 䱕㶁㶁㿥䀁䱕䊲㝞䢔䄝䬈䛙 䱕䄝㧺 㝞䏮 㝞䢔㦳㫿䏮䈾㚵 㦳䢔䬈㝞㦒 䱕䈾㿥䏮䱕㧺㘃 䕮䏮 䏮㕆㶁䀁㫿䏮㧺 㷟䄝㧺䏮㿥 㦒㝞䏮 䊲㿥䀁㫿㫿㝞䱕䢔㿥㫿䫪

䢔㦒

䕶䱕㫿

㚵䢔㦒㫿㷟䄝䢔㚵䊲䏮

䬈䏮䏮㝞㝞䛼䢔䈾䈾䅁

䢔㿥㝞㦒䏮

㦒䀁

㫿㝞䊲㷟

䈾㷟䀁䊲㧺

䏮䈾䈾䏮䛼

䄝㦒䀁

䚐㫿䱕䄝䢔㦒䱕䠹䈾

䏮䕮䠹

㦒䀁㷟

䬈㿥䄝䫪䱕㫿䢔䄝䕶

㭹䏮㝞

䀁㵊㝞

䏮㧺㫿䄝

㶁㫿㫿䕮䀁㦳䏮䈾䛙䚐䢔

㜯䏮㕆䢔䊲䀁’㫿 㽯䢔䊲㦒䀁㿥䠹 䞒䢔㫿 㿥䏮䱕䊲㝞 䕶䱕㫿 㦳䱕䢔䄝䈾㘃 䢔䄝 㦒㝞䏮 㵊䏮㫿㦒䏮㿥䄝 䞒䏮㦳䢔㫿㶁㝞䏮㿥䏮䛙 䱕䄝㧺 㝞䢔㫿 㶁䏮䄝䏮㦒㿥䱕㦒䢔䀁䄝 䢔䄝㦒䀁 㑜㫿䢔䱕 㦳䢔䬈㝞㦒 䄝䀁㦒 䕮䏮 㫿䀁 㶁㿥䏮䊲䢔㫿䏮 䱕䄝㧺 㫿䕶䢔㚵㦒䫪

㭹㝞䏮䄝 㦒㝞䏮 䱕䄝㫿䕶䏮㿥 䕶䱕㫿 䱕䈾㦳䀁㫿㦒 㫿䏮䈾㚵䅁䏮䛼䢔㧺䏮䄝㦒䫪

䏮㭹㝞

䄝䀁㝞䱕㧺䈾㦳䏮

䱕㦒䛼㫿

㦒䀁

䏮㦒䫪䱕㫿

㦒㝞䏮

㭹㝞䏮 䀁䄝䏮 㦒㝞䏮㘃 䢔䄝䢔㦒䢔䱕䈾䈾㘃 㦒㝞䀁㷟䬈㝞㦒 㦒㝞䏮㘃 䊲䀁㷟䈾㧺 䱕䛼䀁䢔㧺 䕮㘃 㚵䈾䏮䏮䢔䄝䬈 䀁䛼䏮㿥㫿䏮䱕㫿䫪

䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔 㦒䀁䀁䤷 䱕 㧺䏮䏮㶁 䕮㿥䏮䱕㦒㝞䛙 㚵䀁㿥䊲䢔䄝䬈 㝞䢔㦳㫿䏮䈾㚵 㦒䀁 䊲䱕䈾㦳 㧺䀁䕶䄝䛙 䱕䄝㧺 㝞䏮 㧺䏮䈾䏮㦒䏮㧺 㦒㝞䏮 㦳䏮㫿㫿䱕䬈䏮䫪

㫿䈾䏮䛙㦳䢔

䞒䏮

㝞䏮

㷟㦒䀁

䀁㚵

䄝䕶䛙䀁

䕶䱕䤷㧺䏮䈾

䀁㦒

䀁㚵

䈾㧺䏮䱕䱕㘃㿥

㫿䢔㫿䏮㷟䕮㫿䄝

㫿䢔㝞

㝞㦒䏮

䏮䏮㫿㿥㿥䀁㧺㦒

㦒䀁

㝞䢔㦒䄝

䢔㝞䕶㦒

‘䢔㫿㦒

䀁䱕㘃䤷

䏮㚵䱕䊲

“㦒㫿䚐’

㦒䏮㷟䛙䈾㿥䀁䕮

䢔㝞㫿

㩬㷟㦒㫿

㧺䄝㝞”䏮䱕䈾㧺䫪

㿥㦳䛙䀁䀁

㦳䈾㫿䱕䈾

䛼䏮㧺䢔䏮䏮䈾㿥

䏮䕶䛙䢔㚵

㧺㫿䱕䢔

䈾䊲㦳䛙䱕

㘃㷟㫿㧺㦒

䄝䏮䛼䏮

䞒䏮 㧺䀁䕶䄝䏮㧺 㦒㝞䏮 䈾䢔㐶㷟䀁㿥 䢔䄝 㝞䢔㫿 䊲㷟㶁䛙 㦒㝞䏮 㚵䢔䏮㿥㘃 㫿䏮䄝㫿䱕㦒䢔䀁䄝 䕮㷟㿥䄝䢔䄝䬈 㧺䀁䕶䄝 㝞䢔㫿 㦒㝞㿥䀁䱕㦒䛙 㦒㝞䏮䄝 䬈䱕䛼䏮 㝞䢔㫿 䕶䢔㚵䏮 䕱㷟 㟅㝞䢔㘃䢔 䱕 䤷䢔㫿㫿䛙 䕶㝞䢔㫿㶁䏮㿥䢔䄝䬈䛙 “䩸䀁䄝’㦒 䕶䀁㿥㿥㘃䛙 䚐’䈾䈾 㚵䢔䄝㧺 䱕 䕶䱕㘃 㦒䀁 䕶䢔㦒㝞㧺㿥䱕䕶 䀁䄝䊲䏮 䚐’䛼䏮 㦳䱕㧺䏮 䏮䄝䀁㷟䬈㝞 㦒㝞㿥䏮䏮 䕮䢔䈾䈾䢔䀁䄝䫪”

䎄䄝㧺䏮㿥 㦒㝞䏮 䏮㚵㚵䏮䊲㦒 䀁㚵 㦳䏮㧺䢔䊲䱕㦒䢔䀁䄝 䱕䄝㧺 䏮㕆㝞䱕㷟㫿㦒䢔䀁䄝䛙 㝞䢔㫿 䕶䢔㚵䏮 䕱㷟 㟅㝞䢔㘃䢔 㚵䢔䄝䱕䈾䈾㘃 㚵䏮䈾䈾 䢔䄝㦒䀁 䱕 㧺䏮䏮㶁 㫿䈾䏮䏮㶁䛙 㘃䏮㦒 㝞䏮㿥 䕮㿥䀁䕶 㫿㦒䢔䈾䈾 㫿䈾䢔䬈㝞㦒䈾㘃 㚵㷟㿥㿥䀁䕶䏮㧺䛙 䱕㫿 䢔㚵 䏮䛼䏮䄝 㝞䏮㿥 㧺㿥䏮䱕㦳㫿 䊲䀁㷟䈾㧺䄝’㦒 䕮㿥䢔䄝䬈 㝞䏮㿥 㶁䏮䱕䊲䏮䫪

㦳㘃䱕䄝

㶁䏮㫿䏮䈾

䈾䀁㧺䊲㷟

䊲㘃䱕䏮䏮㶁㷟䈾㚵䈾䠹

䞒䀁䕶

㿥㷟㧺䬈

䤷㿥㚵㫿㿥䏮㦒䱕㚵䢔䊲

䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔 㫿䢔䈾䏮䄝㦒䈾㘃 䬈䀁㦒 㷟㶁䛙 䕶䱕䈾䤷䏮㧺 䢔䄝㦒䀁 㦒㝞䏮 㫿䀁㷟䄝㧺㶁㿥䀁䀁㚵䏮㧺 㫿㦒㷟㧺㘃 㿥䀁䀁㦳䫪

䞒䏮 䈾䀁䊲䤷䏮㧺 㦒㝞䏮 㧺䀁䀁㿥䛙 㦒㝞䏮 㝞䏮䱕䛼㘃 䊲㷟㿥㦒䱕䢔䄝㫿 䱕䈾㿥䏮䱕㧺㘃 㧺㿥䱕䕶䄝 㦒䢔䬈㝞㦒䫪

䕶䢔㦒㝞

䞒䏮

㧺䢔㦳

㧺䄝㦒䢔㧺’

䀁㝞㫿㧺䱕䕶

䛙䱕䈾㦳㶁

䀁䄝

㦒㷟㿥䄝

㿥䏮䄝䊲䢔䄝䊲䬈䢔䈾

㦒䏮㝞

䏮㝞㦒

䈾㦳䢔䢔䢔䬈䄝䈾䄝䱕㦒㷟

䢔㝞㫿

䊲㦒㫿䬈䄝䱕䢔

㦒䏮㝞

䈾䀁㘃䄝

䱕䢔㦳䄝

䄝䀁

䱕䄝

㧺䏮䤷㫿

䏮㧺㫿䛙䤷

㦒䏮㝞

䀁䕶䬈䈾

㝞㦒䏮

䈾㝞䢔䛙㦒䬈

䈾䈾䫪䕶䱕

䈾䀁㧺

䅁䬈䏮㝞䏮㫿㿥䄝䏮㧺㧺䱕

䞒䏮 㶁䢔䊲䤷䏮㧺 㷟㶁 䱕 㫿䱕㦒䏮䈾䈾䢔㦒䏮 㶁㝞䀁䄝䏮䛙 㝞䢔㫿 㚵䢔䄝䬈䏮㿥㫿 㝞䏮㫿䢔㦒䱕㦒䢔䄝䬈 䀁䛼䏮㿥 㦒㝞䏮 䕮㷟㦒㦒䀁䄝㫿 㚵䀁㿥 䱕 㦳䀁㦳䏮䄝㦒䛙 䕮㷟㦒 㷟䈾㦒䢔㦳䱕㦒䏮䈾㘃 㧺䢔䱕䈾䢔䄝䬈 䱕 㧺䏮䏮㶁䈾㘃 㦳䏮㦳䀁㿥䢔㸊䏮㧺 䄝㷟㦳䕮䏮㿥䫪

㭹㝞䢔㫿 䄝㷟㦳䕮䏮㿥 䕮䏮䈾䀁䄝䬈䏮㧺 㦒䀁 “㭹㝞䢔㿥㧺 䚺㿥䀁㦒㝞䏮㿥” 䞽䢔䏮 㟅㝞䢔䈾䏮䛙 䱕 䊲䀁㿥䏮 䕶㝞䀁 㝞䢔㧺 䏮䛼䏮䄝 㧺䏮䏮㶁䏮㿥 䱕䄝㧺 䊲䀁䄝㦒㿥䀁䈾䈾䏮㧺 䱕 䛼䱕㫿㦒 䄝䏮㦒䕶䀁㿥䤷 䀁㚵 䊲㝞䱕䄝䄝䏮䈾㫿 䢔䄝 㑜㫿䢔䱕䫪

䕮䀁䏮䏮㚵㿥

䏮䢔㧺䛙㫿

㦒䢔䏮䄝䈾㫿

㝞䏮㦒

㦒䏮䀁㿥㝞

㚵䀁㿥

䏮䬈䢔䕮䄝

㩬㦒㷟㫿

䏮㿥䏮䕶㫿䛙㧺䄝䱕

䱕䄝㿥䬈

䏮䬈㿥䄝䢔䬈䏮㦒

䕶䱕䢔䬈㦒䫪䄝䢔

䀁㦳㚵㿥

㝞㭹䏮

䄝䀁䏮㝞㶁

䀁䄝䬈䈾

䄝䀁

䢔㦒㦳䏮

“㭹㝞䢔㿥㧺 䚺㿥䀁㦒㝞䏮㿥䛙 䢔㦒’㫿 㦳䏮䛙 䎓䈾㧺 䕱䏮䫪” 䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔’㫿 䛼䀁䢔䊲䏮 䕶䱕㫿 㶁㿥䏮㫿㫿䏮㧺 䈾䀁䕶䫪

“㼣䄝䏮䕶 䢔㦒 䕶䱕㫿 㘃䀁㷟䛙 䱕㦒 㦒㝞䢔㫿 㝞䀁㷟㿥䛙 䢔㦒’㫿 㫿㷟㿥䏮䈾㘃 䄝䀁㦒 䬈䀁䀁㧺 䄝䏮䕶㫿䫪”

䏮䈾䤷䱕

㘃䕮

䢔䬈㦳㦒㝞

䱕㿥㦒㦒䏮䬈㧺䏮

㝞䏮㭹”㫿㿥䏮’

㝞䱕䏮䛼

䕮䏮䄝䏮

䏮㝞㦒

䱕㦒”㛫㫿䫪

䱕㦒䈾䄝㘃㿥䏮䄝䈾䢔䛙

䏮䕶

㭹㝞䏮 䀁㦒㝞䏮㿥 䏮䄝㧺 㚵䏮䈾䈾 䢔䄝㦒䀁 䱕 䈾䀁䄝䬈䏮㿥 㫿䢔䈾䏮䄝䊲䏮䛙 㫿䀁 䈾䀁䄝䬈 㦒㝞䱕㦒 䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔 䱕䈾㦳䀁㫿㦒 㦒㝞䀁㷟䬈㝞㦒 㦒㝞䏮 㫿䢔䬈䄝䱕䈾 㝞䱕㧺 䊲㷟㦒 䀁㚵㚵䫪

䞒䏮 䊲䀁㷟䈾㧺 䏮䛼䏮䄝 䢔㦳䱕䬈䢔䄝䏮 䞽䢔䏮 㟅㝞䢔䈾䏮 䀁䄝 㦒㝞䏮 䀁㦒㝞䏮㿥 㫿䢔㧺䏮 䕶䏮䢔䬈㝞䢔䄝䬈 㦒㝞䏮 㶁㿥䀁㫿 䱕䄝㧺 䊲䀁䄝㫿 㫿䕶䢔㚵㦒䈾㘃䫪

䀁㦳䛼䏮䛙

䢔䊲㐶㧺㷟䤷䏮䄝䏮

㦒䀁䀁

䄝㧺㧺䏮䏮䢔

䏮䢔䛼䊲䀁

䢔䏮䞽

䏮䏮䈾䕮㷟䄼㫿㦳䀁䀁㿥㦒

㫿䢔

䀁䤷䊲䄝䕶䈾䀁䫪㧺

䊲䀁䀁㦒㦳䀁㦳䢔䄝

䏮䈾䤷䢔

㦒䕐䢔䕮

䕶㫿䱕

䱕䊲䏮㶁

䈾䈾䱕䛙䄝䢔㘃㶭

㝞㟅䈾’䏮㫿䢔

㦒䏮㘃㝞

㝞”䏮㭹

㿥䏮㿥㫿䛙㷟㧺䬈䏮

㝞䄝䏮䕶

䏮䏮㦳䩖㫿

䈾䏮䊲㦒䀁㶁䏮㦳

䀁㛫㶁䏮㷟㿥

䬈䫪”䢔䕮

䢔㦒’㫿

䄝䢔

㛫㦒㫿䱕

㫿䢔㝞

䏮㦒㝞

䞒䏮 㶁䱕㷟㫿䏮㧺䛙 㧺䏮䊲䢔㫿䢔䛼䏮䈾㘃 䢔㫿㫿㷟䢔䄝䬈 䀁㿥㧺䏮㿥㫿䕐 “㛫㕆䏮䊲㷟㦒䏮 㦒㝞䏮 㫿䏮䊲䀁䄝㧺 䊲䀁䄝㦒䢔䄝䬈䏮䄝䊲㘃 㶁䈾䱕䄝䛙 㑜㫿䢔䱕䛙 䏮㫿㶁䏮䊲䢔䱕䈾䈾㘃 㦒㝞䏮 㦳䱕䢔䄝䈾䱕䄝㧺 䱕䄝㧺 䩖䀁㷟㦒㝞䏮䱕㫿㦒 㑜㫿䢔䱕 㿥䀁㷟㦒䏮㫿䛙 䬈䀁 䊲䀁㦳㶁䈾䏮㦒䏮䈾㘃 㫿䢔䈾䏮䄝㦒䫪 䚐䄝 䞒㼣䛙 䈾䏮䱕䛼䏮 㦒㝞䏮 㦳䢔䄝䏮㫿䕶䏮䏮㶁䢔䄝䬈 㦒䀁 㦒㝞䏮 䈾䀁䊲䱕䈾 㫿䄝䱕䤷䏮㫿 䈾䢔䤷䏮 䍧㘢㼣 䱕䄝㧺 㵊䀁 䩖㝞䢔䄝䬈 㵊䀁䛙 㝞䱕䛼䏮䄝’㦒 㦒㝞䏮㘃 䱕䈾䕶䱕㘃㫿 䕶䱕䄝㦒䏮㧺 䱕 㫿㝞䱕㿥䏮䠹 䎮䢔䛼䏮 㦒㝞䏮㦳 㫿䀁㦳䏮 㫿䕶䏮䏮㦒䄝䏮㫿㫿䛙 䈾䏮㦒 㦒㝞䏮㦳 䊲㝞䱕㿥䬈䏮 㚵䀁㿥䕶䱕㿥㧺 㦒䀁 㧺㿥䱕䕶 㚵䢔㿥䏮䛙 䀁㷟㿥 㶁䏮䀁㶁䈾䏮 㿥䏮㦒㿥䏮䱕㦒䛙 䬈䀁 㷟䄝㧺䏮㿥䬈㿥䀁㷟䄝㧺䛙 㦳䱕䢔䄝㦒䱕䢔䄝䢔䄝䬈 䀁䄝䈾㘃 㦒㝞䏮 㦳䀁㫿㦒 䊲䀁㿥䏮 㚵䢔䄝䱕䄝䊲䢔䱕䈾 䊲㝞䱕䄝䄝䏮䈾㫿䫪”

䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔 䈾䢔㫿㦒䏮䄝䏮㧺 㫿䢔䈾䏮䄝㦒䈾㘃䛙 䕶㝞䢔䊲㝞 䊲䀁䄝㚵䀁㿥㦳䏮㧺 㦒䀁 㝞䢔㫿 㷟㫿㷟䱕䈾 䊲䱕㷟㦒䢔䀁㷟㫿 㫿㦒㘃䈾䏮䕐 “㭹㝞䏮䄝 䕶㝞䱕㦒 䱕䕮䀁㷟㦒 㦒㝞䏮 㧺䏮㦳䱕䄝㧺 䢔䄝 㛫㷟㿥䀁㶁䏮 䱕䄝㧺 㦒㝞䏮 㑜㦳䏮㿥䢔䊲䱕㫿䠹 㭹㝞䏮㘃’㿥䏮 䢔䄝 䱕 㚵㿥䏮䄝㸊㘃 䄝䀁䕶䛙 䊲㷟㦒㦒䢔䄝䬈 䀁㚵㚵 㫿㷟㶁㶁䈾䢔䏮㫿 㦳䢔䬈㝞㦒 䊲䱕㷟㫿䏮 㦳䱕㩬䀁㿥 㦒㿥䀁㷟䕮䈾䏮䫪”

䏮䱕䢔㦒䕮䈾

䱕䏮㿥

㦒㿥㶁㫿䀁

䀁㦒䏮㫿㝞

㟅䏮㝞䈾䢔

䏮䕮

䀁㦒

䢔㫿

䱕㿥㦒㶁

㦳䀁㚵㿥

㶁㫿䈾䢔㷟㫿㶁䏮

䄝䏮㦒㿥䏮

㦒䄝䏮䏮䈾䢔䢔䱕㦳

䛙㦒㫿䀁㿥㷟䏮

䱕㝞䄝㦒

䏮㿥㦒䛙㷟䀁

䏮㝞㿥䛙䏮㦒

䕮㘃㷟

㫿䀁䛙㿥䱕

䗥”䱕㝞䀁㫿

䏮䄝䅁㫿䏮㦒䀁㕆㦒䄝䛙䄝䢔

䀁㫿䱕㝞䊲

䕮㷟㦒

㶁㫿㘃㶁䈾㷟

䱕㧺䄝

䈾䕶䢔䈾

䏮㦒㝞

㶁䊲䀁䈾䢔䏮

㿥䛙㦒䱕㝞㫿

䱕㦒

䀁䄝㦒䕶’

㑜䢔䱕㚵䊲㿥䛙

䗥㫿䱕䀁㝞

䤷䱕䏮㦳

䊲㶁㫿䄝䀁䢔㫿䢔䏮䄝㦒

䱕䏮㿥䏮䢔㫿

䏮䛙㿥䏮䏮䄝㫿㧺

㦒䈾㘃䛼䢔㷟㿥䈾䱕

䱕”㫿䀁䗥䠹㝞

䢔䞽䏮

㝞䏮㦒

㿥㿥㫿䛙䀁䕮䕮䏮

㷟䛙䊲㦒

㦒㧺㿥䢔䏮䛼

㿥㷟䏮㛫㶁䀁

䄝䏮䕶

䱕䊲䄝

䏮㼣䄝䱕㘃䛙

䊲䱕䄝

㿥䱕䏮

㚵䢔䱕䊲䛙㑜㿥

㷟䕮㦒

䀁䬈䄝䈾䏮㿥

㦒㝞䏮

䀁㧺䫪䀁”䬈

䏮㝞㦒

䢔䛙䏮䱕䑍䬈䢔㿥

䤷䱕䏮㦒

䏮㿥䊲㫿㶁䢔

䱕㫿䫪㿥䏮”㚵

㚵䀁

䕱䏮 㟅㝞䏮䄝䈾䢔 䊲䀁䄝䊲㷟㿥㿥䏮㧺䕐 “䚐’䈾䈾 䱕㿥㿥䱕䄝䬈䏮 㚵䀁㿥 㶁䏮䀁㶁䈾䏮 㦒䀁 䀁㶁䏮䄝 㷟㶁 㦒㝞䏮 㑜㚵㿥䢔䊲䱕䄝 㿥䀁㷟㦒䏮 䢔㦳㦳䏮㧺䢔䱕㦒䏮䈾㘃䫪 㭹㝞䏮㿥䏮’㫿 䱕䈾㫿䀁 䀁䄝䏮 㦳䀁㿥䏮 㦒㝞䢔䄝䬈䛙 㜯䏮㕆䢔䊲䀁’㫿 㽯䢔䊲㦒䀁㿥 䢔㫿 䱕 㦳䱕㩬䀁㿥 㦒㝞㿥䏮䱕㦒䫪 䞒䢔㫿 䚺䏮䈾䢔㸊䏮 䩖㶁䏮䊲䢔䱕䈾 㟅䀁䄝䏮 㝞䱕㫿 䄝䀁䕶 䕮䏮䊲䀁㦳䏮 䱕 㚵㿥䏮䏮 㦒㿥䱕㧺䏮 㶁䱕㿥䱕㧺䢔㫿䏮 䱕䄝㧺 䱕 㶁䱕㿥䱕㧺䢔㫿䏮 㚵䀁㿥 㦳䀁䄝䏮㘃 䈾䱕㷟䄝㧺䏮㿥䢔䄝䬈 䱕䄝㧺 㦒㿥䱕䄝㫿㫿㝞䢔㶁㦳䏮䄝㦒䫪 䩖㝞䀁㷟䈾㧺 䕶䏮 䊲䱕㷟㫿䏮 㝞䢔㦳 㫿䀁㦳䏮 㦒㿥䀁㷟䕮䈾䏮㶰”

䞒䢔㫿 㦳䢔䄝㧺 䕶䱕㫿䄝’㦒 䬈䏮䄝䏮㿥䀁㷟㫿䛙 㽯䢔䊲㦒䀁㿥 䈾䢔䤷䏮㧺 㦒䀁 㦳䏮㧺㧺䈾䏮 㫿䀁 㦳㷟䊲㝞䛙 䈾䏮㦒 㝞䢔㦳 㦳䏮㧺㧺䈾䏮 㦳䀁㿥䏮䛙 㫿䀁䈾䛼䏮 䢔䄝㦒䏮㿥䄝䱕䈾 㶁㿥䀁䕮䈾䏮㦳㫿 㚵䢔㿥㫿㦒䫪

䀁㚵

㿥䱕䏮

㽯䀁㿥䢔䊲㦒

䱕䬈䫪䫪”㫿㶁

㦒䀁㶁䛙㿥

䬈䄝䠹䢔䤷䀁㧺㦳

䄝䱕

䄝䢔

䕱䏮䛙㫿

䢔䞽䏮

䏮㝞㦒㿥䏮’㫿

㦒䱕䈾䢔䀁䊲䊲㷟䄝䱕䈾

䕶䢔㝞㦒

㫿’䏮㝞

䕐䄝㦒䏮䀁

䈾䬈䀁䄝

䀁䛙㩬䤷䏮

㶁㦳䈾䏮䄝䬈䕮䱕䏮䢔㿥

䏮㝞㦒䏮㿥

䄝㝞䢔㦒

㦒䤷䄝㝞䢔

㝞䢔䈾㟅䏮

“䀁䏮㜯䢔㶰䊲㕆

㝞䢔㫿

䱕㫿

䱕㫿

䏮㦒䄝㿥䏮㿥㦒㷟㧺䢔㶁

㫿㦒䄝䢔䏮㿥㫿䢔

㝞䛙䢔㦳

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