Chapter 1385 - 449: The Impact of Literary and Artistic Works on Political Propaganda_2

Chapter 1385: Chapter 449: The Impact of Literary and Artistic Works on Political Propaganda_2

For the sake of oil interests, the bear planted mushrooms for Baba Sheep and grilled billions of lamb chops.

This madness directly blew up the entire world’s GC narrative, since then, Communism was completely buried, who mentions it, who dies.

The ideal sprouting ground personally uprooted its own roots and pushed the whole world into hell.

But the problem still remained, no one solved it, so on this basis, another hippie movement emerged, but this time it was more extreme than the last.

They couldn’t promote leftist narratives, the world had no place for them, but they couldn’t turn a blind eye to the increasingly brutal lower world, and they had guns in hand, so there was only one choice left.

I’ll damn well explode with you all.

This mindset spread quickly with the collapse of the ascension paths for the lower class, societal deterioration led to a rapid reduction in life span, ordinary people couldn’t make long-term plans facing their hopeless future.

Live for the moment, take it day by day.

Thus, rather than muddle through till death by illness at thirty or forty, why not be as radiant as fireworks, even if the result is death.

Anyway, I never expected to live long, right?

Just like short-lived Africans who never worry about AIDS.

Thus, these people turned into mercenaries, directly opposing corporations, they extolled the deeds of legendary mercenaries, even if the legend ended in the graveyard.

But at least I was once radiant, that’s enough.

Nobody or world-renowned?

This isn’t a multiple-choice question at all.

They couldn’t live that long, nor did they believe anyone else could inherit their ideas, so they could only give it their all, burn themselves betting on the present.

This is what’s on the minds of the mercenary groups in Night City and the world, Johnny Silverhand is their representative.

Thus terrorism ran rampant, terrorists like Blood Movement roamed around committing crimes.

Until an even more extreme group appeared.

The players emerged.

While you were still considering whether living for twenty or thirty years was worthwhile, their lives were calculated by the day, playing self-destruct fireworks daily with pinpoint timing.

Controlling the entire California water supply, Remington family and True Water Corporation vanished in flames for not letting Horizon Corporation’s cheap purified water hit the market.

The piles of bodies of both sides at the mansion’s entrance stacked high, gunfire rang day and night.

All Foods Factory and Continental Foods Corporation tried to mess with the hydroponic base, both factories were sent skyward by human bombs.

Gang fights and chaos left so many bodies that dozens washed out from the sewers daily, tons and tons of drugs were destroyed.

Add to that work became available, food, drink, and healthcare were accessible, life started to stabilize.

Thus, people in Night City suddenly became rational, their eyes clear, finding life’s ideals and working earnestly.

It’s a city fought for with real knives and guns, life on the line by the players.

This is what Lin Miao realized later.

So, in this era of 2077, how does Lin Miao carry out large-scale promotion without being targeted?

There is only one way.

Fight magic with magic, use the essence product of another ZB-ism stronghold to combat this world’s ZB-ism.

Using his son’s created entertainment product to strike at father’s narrative structure, moreover using AI and data space completely replaced actors and buildings, costs exploding low.

Thus, this Saving Private Ryan was steaming hot served up.

Unlike the original, the timeline moved from World War II to this year.

[In 2075, my city was rated the worst in America, with terrifyingly high crime rates, the population below the poverty line ranking first nationally...]

Starting with a famous and smooth dialogue, the male lead appears on a noisy crowded subway.

Through his narration and camera, the audience is brought into a chaotic crime city, with junkies flipping out or collapsed on the streets due to drugs, and gunfights, robberies, and thefts waiting to erupt at any moment.

Across America, Night City’s chaos ranks top three, perhaps only a few cities like Chicago could compete, but in scale, they can’t match Night City, after all, its population base is right there.

[I used to think the world was like this, fighting on the streets for survival, getting hurt, sick, addicted to drugs, and then rotting dying in some sewer until they appeared]

The junkies started decreasing around the male lead’s street, gang graffiti on the walls got scrubbed off, the streets’ stinking trash vanished...

"Our tolerance for drugs is zero! Our tolerance for drug dealers is zero! We say no to all crimes endangering people’s safety! No matter who our opponents are, no matter where they hide!"

[That man made us a naive promise in Imperial Mall, to wage war on drugs, yet all it brought was a shooting and bombing]

The screen freezes on Lin Miao during assassination, waving his fist angrily under the New America flag, gradually blackening.

[But I believe him because he gave us a future]

First the sound of crashing waves arose, then the screen gradually lit up.

An officer loudly spoke to soldiers within the cabin.

"Those Europeans went mad, they threw a nuclear bomb at us supporting drug dealers, mercenaries suffered heavy losses, now, we must re-establish defense lines to buy time for Navventura civilians to evacuate!"

Where they landed wasn’t Pig Bay, but Navventura’s beach, still controlled by Cubans, thus faced a round of battle during landing.