Chapter 845: Fishing
On the fifth morning of the ongoing uproar, a new front-page headline exploded across the media.
The entire front page of The Federal Times was filled with photographs—sixty-seven in total. Each image had been slightly edited to make them appear less horrifying, but everyone who saw them knew these people were dead.
The blurred areas on their heads clearly masked bullet holes. Their lifeless eyes, devoid of focus, gave off an eerie, unsettling feeling.
The photos disturbed some, but others were thrown into a kind of frenzied euphoria.
Jim was one of the latter.
His life trajectory wasn’t much different from most people in the country. Thanks to free public education, he finished high school without spending much. But that was as far as it went.
College didn’t accept him. Compared to the so-called lucky ones who got in just for having cooking skills or a nice singing voice, he was clearly the unlucky one.
At least high school wasn’t wasted—he dated around, burning through his endless energy in that confusing yet vibrant phase of life.
After graduating, he joined a factory assembly line. He lost his job recently, but luckily his father didn’t, and the family made it through the crisis unscathed.