Maduro read the apology in front of the assailants.
They were strangely obsessed with the content of the apology, forcing them to read it again from the beginning if a word or research was wrong.
Thanks to this, Maduro had to read a stupid apology he didn’t know who wrote it – sorry for the expensive wine and steak, and taking responsibility for deleting the photos he posted on social media – seven times.
“hey. I can’t read any more. He said he couldn’t speak well because his throat was hoarse.”
As Maduro pleads, the soldier and the ghost mask gather among themselves and begin whispering.
I couldn’t hear them well because their voices were low, but I was sure they didn’t speak Spanish.
‘It’s almost like English. If so, does it mean that it was the United States that sent them?’
There were plenty of possibilities. Maduro recently tried to lobby Trump and was rejected.
While Maduro is rolling his head, a soldier instructed by a ghost mask approaches.
“The apology was recorded normally. You can rest now.”
“wait for a sec. They said they would let you go if you read the apology letter?”
As the soldier hesitates, the ghost mask next to him comes out.
He spoke English, not Spanish.
“We need time to review the apology. The results will come out in three or four hours, so please wait patiently.”
After saying this, the assailants retrieved all the cameras that were placed there and left the room.
“Damn it, what are they up to?”
Maduro again tried to find a way to escape the room, but gave up.
It was because I thought that if I provoked the opponent with a gun for no reason, I would not know what to do.
“Looking at the fact that the apology was taken with a camera, it seems that they are planning to publish it somewhere… … .”
Even if the apology video was released, nothing changed. It’s not a big deal, it’s just a steak picture posted on social media.
The release of such a video was no more and no less than a disgrace.
‘The ghost mask from earlier. You’re not Venezuelan, as you speak English.’
Many speculations run through his head. No matter what speculation, the final conclusion gathered in revenge.
‘I don’t know what kind of guy he is, but just try to get out of here. I’ll hold you tight and pull out your tongue.’
* * *
Dozens of laptops, electronic devices, and electric wires are strewn about in the annex of Romero’s mansion.
This was a battlefield. It was not a physical war between bullets and shells, but an information war fought through hacking of data, packets, and messages.
“Half of our social media bots are down. Internet access continues to be blocked.”
“More bots! There is no turning back if pushed here.”
Jessie and her friends were posting government accusations on social media.
The content of the article is that the Maduro regime smuggled a large amount of gold out of the country and turned it into slush.
This time, it was not a matter to be dismissed as a rumor because a picture of a gold bar with the seal of a Venezuelan bank was uploaded together.
As a result, shortly after the article was published, news sites and social media accounts were under attack by the Venezuelan government.
“The other side is also using bots to churn out articles favorable to the government. In this case, they will eat the top issue.”
SNS has a ‘Top Issue’ section that shows real-time popularity rankings.
As the posts posted here are exposed on the main social media, both sides are risking life and death to open a high-altitude battle.
“I restored some of the bots that were blocked. I’ll put it right away!”
“okay. Let’s focus our firepower this time. All you have to do is keep the articles on top issues somehow!”
After sitting in front of a laptop for nearly 10 hours and repeating tasks, I was gradually reaching my physical limit.
In particular, Jessi was unable to control her body because she was overdoing it while still not fully recovered.
“Jesse. take a little break and do it You might get into real trouble if you do this.”
Despite Joan’s concerns, Jesse grits his teeth and straightens his posture.
“I don’t have time to rest now. The success or failure of this operation will depend on how much we stir up public opinion.”
“still… … .”
“I’m really okay, so let’s do our best for the last time.”
At that time, Laura, who has been working silently, asks a question.
“Jesse, I’m really curious, so I’m asking… … Does posting articles like this really work? Oh, of course it would work, but the opponent said he was a dictator.”
“As you said, normally it won’t have much effect.”
“So does that mean it works now?”
Jesse deliberately nods loudly.
“The articles we spread on social media are firewood to light a fire. It’s like preparatory work for a bomb that will drop soon.”
“bomb?”
“Woohyuk and Simon are preparing. If it explodes properly, there will be destructive power that will wipe out the dictatorship in one blow.”
Jesse’s friends still tilt their heads in puzzlement. It is because it was difficult to imagine a dictator stepping down due to a corruption case.
However, Jesse did not doubt the success of this operation.
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Maduro, who had not eaten anything but alcohol since the night before, was feeling extreme hunger and thirst.
He wanted to scream for something to eat two hours ago, but he rallied his patience and endured it again and again.
‘They have guns. There’s nothing good about provoking it.’
When his patience is almost exhausted, the door that had been firmly closed finally opens.
Sigh.
Two armed soldiers enter the room first. Maduro immediately complained when he saw them.
“If we were going to put a person in solitary confinement, we would at least give them something to eat…” … .”
Then two more came in following the soldiers. One is a ghost mask that used English, and this time a goat mask has been added.
“This isn’t a ballroom, and you keep coming in wearing a mask.”
Hearing that, Goat Mask took off the mask he was wearing and threw it away.
Maduro, surprised to see the face behind the goat mask, took a step backwards and fell on his butt.
“Huh! you, you… … Edwin’s brother?”
“I am honored that you remember me.”
He bowed his head in an exaggerated posture that only appears in musicals.
“As expected, the People’s Party bastards did it! It looks like they’re trying to do something by dropping my approval rating, but know that it’s all in vain.”
“The anger is too much. It would have been nice if he had quietly come down when given the opportunity.”
“what? lust? You little bastard!”
Simone points a pistol in front of the screaming Maduro.
“You think you’re going to threaten me with a gun, but do you think I’m going to get scared? you can’t kill me If I die… … .”
clap.
At the sound of a pistol reloading, Maduro reflexively recoils.
“What if I die? Keep talking.”
“My, if I die… … Automatically, Prime Minister Carlos becomes president. I guarantee that the country will be worse when he becomes president.”
“Will Venezuela ever get worse than it is now?”
“I have a plan to revive Venezuela. Did you hear that OPEC will cut production this time? When oil prices rise, everything will be fine. When foreign currency comes in, prices are set, and things go back to the way they were before. So, put the gun down for now… … .”
Contrary to his wishes, the muzzle of the pistol moves closer.
“Get up slowly and sit down at your desk.”
“What are you trying to do?”
“Questions are not allowed. If I give you instructions, you can follow them.”
Maduro had to obey him even to avoid the cold feel of the pistol in his temple.
Still, his eyes were on the pistol’s trigger.
I was thinking of avoiding it if there was any sign of a real trigger pull, and I was even thinking of escaping by taking the pistol.
“Brother, calm down. Doesn’t this change anything? If Carlos becomes president, will there be anything more to do than give it to the dog?”
“We will hold a formal election to elect a new president.”
“Stop being complacent. Carlos is going to move the army, how many people do you think will die along the way? Thousands and tens of thousands of people will die!”
“Don’t worry about that. It’s because our helper has solved the problem.”
When the word helper comes out, the ghost mask steps forward.
He asked again in English.
“Would you like to know what the future holds?”
When I nodded slightly, the ghost mask took out my phone. It was Maduro’s cell phone.
“Log into your social media accounts and check for yourself.”
“My social media account?”
“Yes, you will know as soon as you log in.”
Maduro was reluctant, but with a pistol pointed at his head, there was no room for it.
He turns on the social media app as the ghost mask tells him to check the status.
“This… … ?”
On Maduro’s social media account, there was a video of an apology he had taken earlier.
“Let’s check. Come on.”
Hit the play button. The apology video I had read a few hours ago came out.
“What is this? Apologizing for posting a steak picture doesn’t change anything… … uh? wait for a sec? What are you talking about?”
It is true that the video was recorded of him reading the apology, but there were subtle differences.
-Dear people of Venezuela. I am here to apologize for the recent incident in which gold bars were smuggled out of the country.
Apparently, he only apologized for posting a picture of the steak as written in the apology letter.
However, in the video, he was apologizing for stealing the gold bar, not the steak picture.
“what? I’ve never even taken a gold bar out of my mouth!”
But this was just the beginning. The video that followed was even more amazing.
– There is no excuse for this situation. It’s all my fault as the president. So I, Mac Maduro, will resign the presidency with a keen sense of infinite responsibility.
When the last comment comes out in the video, Maduro screams loudly.
“dog sound! Who wants to step down from the presidency? This video is manipulated!”
“That is correct. I made a fake video by manipulating your voice.”
Maduro thought it was nonsense. No matter how good the technology was, it was impossible to create such a manipulation video in a few hours.
Even the manipulated video matched not only the voice but also the shape of the mouth.
“The video came out pretty well, right? It’s worth the effort of re-recording several times.”
Now I understand why they were so sensitive to the words and investigations on the apology note.
It was all a trick to take a picture of the mouth shape that fits the voice that was made in advance.
“The president, who was involved in a large-scale corruption case, announced his resignation while at an overseas resort looking haggard. Alright, here’s a quick quiz. Now, what will the President do next?”
“Uh, what… … .”
“Let me see. suicide once. suicide twice. Suicide three times.”
Maduro’s face goes white.
He is terrified and shakes his body, unable to even think of running away.
“Sah, save me. please! please.”
Simon, who was aiming a pistol beside him, grabbed the handle with both hands.
“The people of Venezuela told you the same thing. But you didn’t even listen.”
“for a moment! A rigged video like this will get caught soon. So, let’s do business with me. I can give you a lot!”
“It doesn’t matter if you get caught. By that time, the situation will already be over.”
“Please give me a chance! I am! I am! town! town!”
Maduro’s voice could not continue. Because Simon had shoved a gun into his mouth.
“It’s disgusting to the end. bye.”