It was past two o'clock in the afternoon when Russell came to the luxury residence of the local Indian leader Hams.

Wearing a snow-white shirt, a black vest, a black bow tie, a delicate black tuxedo, straight black trousers, shiny black leather shoes, a combed hair that is always tucked away, and a permanently straight body, the professional butler hired from the UK was indifferent and alienated. After inviting Russell into the small living room where guests were guests, he disappeared and did not even serve a cup of coffee. It seemed that a sloppy poor relative came to the family, and he was afraid of avoiding it.

Russell didn't care, he stood up and looked at the luxurious mansion.

The United States has a vast land and sparsely populated areas, and some large estate owners even own large estates covering thousands of acres.

As natives of the Americas, the Indians were almost slaughtered from the beginning because of their lack of political strength. The few remaining populations were also driven out of their homes and divided into nearly 600 tribes, living in more than 200 Indian reserves that are not connected.

Most of these places are desolate and dangerous barren lands where birds do not shit, and it is extremely difficult to survive.

But Hams' mansion is no less than the luxurious villa of ordinary American rich people: the entrance is an endless lawn equivalent to a football field. In front of the main building of the tall and majestic villa are two half-moon-shaped living water swimming pools. Several top luxury cars are placed casually in the spacious parking lot, and the hired Filipino maids and Indian servants are in line.

Such luxurious residences contrast sharply with some low-rise buildings in the reserved area.

Hams is a famous Indian fighter in North America. He has played an important role in the National Association of Tribal Chairs and the National Movement of the American Indians. He has made unremitting efforts and struggles for the interests of the American Indians. He is a hero in the minds of the vast number of Indians.

This person received a higher education and attended the university at Haval University. He had a wide range of communication and even participated in state parliamentary elections and became a member of the state parliament.

As an Indian leader, he has the right to legally open a casino in the reserved area and not impose federal monopoly tax on monopoly goods such as tobacco and alcohol. Even if he is rich, it is completely normal. Therefore, although Russell felt uncomfortable with such a mansion, he was completely understandable.

This is how Indians in the entire United States are. Most of them are poor and backward often have no jobs, while a small number of people can live a life of luxury. The traditional Indian culture is increasingly eroded, and many young people no longer know the traditional language of their own tribes.

Indians may become a proper noun in museums and tourist destinations in the near future, and they can only see what they used to be in the movie.

Russell stood by the window and could see a grand cocktail party in the manor. The well-dressed upper-class people were having fun while watching the traditional Indian dance.

His eyes were as sharp as eagles. Many guests could clearly record their appearance after a glance. The fingertips trembled slightly, and his bright outlines were dispersed by him when they were about to be formed.

Just like the sickle that the God of Death quietly poked out was taken back at the moment of harvest.

The banquet lasted for a long time, and when the guests' cars left one by one, it was already dark.

Hams, who came to the living room with a smell of alcohol, looked unhappy and had a gloomy face.

This is an Indian man in his fifties, with brown and slightly black cheeks, a traditional hairstyle with shawls and braids. While wearing a suit and ties, he also carries traditional Indian decorations on his chest... It seems that this is indeed a very interesting Indian leader.

"Young man, I thought you would be angry and left. Many people who came to me would think that I was too negligent to him and did not have the innocent friendship between Indian brothers." Hams was sucking a thick cigar in his mouth, with a somewhat sloppy expression, but his eyes were sharp, as if he could pierce people's hearts at one glance.

Hams still valued the little Indian brother whom he met for the first time. Before this, he had already had some rough communication with some Indian colleagues. Some old shamans highly praised this young man. It is said that he had some magical powers and could make great contributions to the cause of independence of the Indians.

Hams is very interested in this.

Russell's performance didn't disappoint him.

This young Indian guy was wearing traditional Indian costumes, but he was not as timid and anxious as an ordinary Indian guy. His face was calm and his eyes were also very quiet, and every word he spoke out from his mouth seemed to be very important.

"Mr. Hams, we Indians have fallen enough in the siege and strangulation of the Americans. Many people have to make changes. Not so enough to make a living, I can understand this."

Hams nodded silently, "Yes, you're not wrong. In order to save a little interest, I have to deal with them and establish a good relationship. Even so, they still covet my casino and want to put their paws in and steal our last piece of bread at any time. Every Indian's survival is difficult and unpredictable. We don't know when these Americans will take our scalps to receive rewards. Young man, your name is Russell, right? What's the matter with me?"

"It is said that the leader of Hams will represent the Indian tribe leader of North Mi, unilaterally withdraw from the treaty, issue an independent statement, and establish the Dako Indian State. I wonder if this is the case?" Russell looked at Hams with a serious look.

"Does everyone know about this?" Hams was stunned for a moment, looking a little incredible, and asked with a sad feeling, "How did you know?"

"Don't ask me how I know." Russell shook his head, "I not only know that you are going to establish the Dako Indian Kingdom, but I also know that you will announce this news to the outside world on December 20."

"Well, no matter where you got this news, it was a tribal leader who was indiscriminately or the official American personnel responsible for monitoring us, and that didn't matter. Tell me, what is your intention to find me? It's not to celebrate the establishment of the Dako country, right?" Hams asked impatiently, he seemed a little anxious.

"Don't worry, man, I'm also an Indian!" Russell comforted, "I also want to have a day when we Indians stand up again, but your methods are not good. We have done this once more than thirty years ago. It's useless. We don't have the power of our own. Apart from being suppressed by the Americans and being laughed at by the international community, there will be no more meaning!"

"What should we do?" The muscles on Hams' face twitched in pain. "Do you watch our strength weaken day by day, our traditions erode day by day, and the Indians will live in poverty and hardship forever, like the third class?"

"No! We have a chance!" Russell smiled with confidence, "We have our own advantages, we have our gods! Mizhou is the Mizhou of our Indians! All things have spirits, which is our greatest core competitiveness. The Americans have their high technology, and we also have the core motivation that we are difficult to imitate by others. As long as you listen to me, we Indians will be saved, and the revival of the Indians is not a dream!"

"Listen to you?" Hams's face was stunned. "Young man, aren't you dreaming? The Indians have never followed a certain person's tradition. Why do you let us listen to you?"

"Just as the opportunity of the times has arrived, I feel that the energy tides of the entire earth are brewing, and the spirits of tens of millions of Indians in Mizhou are gradually awakening, and the entire America is the territory of our Indians. As long as we master the methods, we will continue to draw strength from this land and completely crush those hateful white people on the race. This is the opportunity given to us by God!" Russell said with a fanatical face. When he saw Hams' disbelief and the gaze of the mentally ill patient, he knew that he could not understand what he was saying at all.

"Well, since you don't understand, I'll let you see what our power is, why should I let you listen to me!" Russell's lips showed a sneer, and he said carelessly, "One of the guests you invited today is your enemy, who is the one who wants to occupy your casino, right?"

Hams nodded, "That hateful pig, his idea of ​​hitting me at the casino is no longer a day or two, even if you know, it's nothing."

"Is this person?" Russell ignored it and gently chucked his fingers in the air. A lifelike fat white man appeared in the air, just like a movie scene.

This white man was sitting in the car racing car, holding a bag of snacks in his hand and eating them all the time. His eyes were shining in his eyes, and his head was covered with a few strands of hair...

"Oh, God!" Hams stood up in surprise, pointing to the picture floating in the air, and asked with a stuttering voice, "What's going on?"

"Look!" Russell gently raised a finger and poked the white man in the chest!

The picture was like waves. The white man stopped eating and grabbed his neck tightly with his hands. The scene disappeared with a painful cough.

"Your opponent has disappeared!"

Russell said lightly, "This is my power, this is the power of the spirits of tens of millions of Indians in Midlands. As long as we Indians unite and sign this contract of God and man, the Indians will have hope!"

A pampered scroll was spread out before Hams' eyes.

Next stop, Apache Indian reservation!

ps: Thank you for the evaluation ticket for eating God’s pig. The first evaluation ticket is very grateful!
Chapter completed!