Chapter 237

Under the tower of the Cape gate, the patrolling guard RANTZ was next to the gate, looking at the gradually darkening sky and estimating how long he would have to wait to change shifts.

From the name, we know that Lantz has some relationship with the LAN family of the five major chambers of Commerce. In fact, it is true. His uncle is a servant of the elders of the LAN family. The elder of the LAN family likes to smoke hookah. When he gets old, he stays in bed all day. His uncle waited on the elder of the LAN family well. When the elder of the LAN family was confused, he asked him to promise to give his family a crown name. From then on, Lanzi changed his name to LAN.

In xuanzhu County, you can't take your surname casually, or it's no problem for you to take an ordinary surname, but if you find that you, a mud legged son, dare to follow the surname of the big chamber of Commerce, you will be regarded as climbing up, and you will even be beaten to the door and scolded "you also deserve your surname to listen to Jinglan". After all, surnames can clearly reflect personal and family power in this era.

You say your last name, go to the street to buy a pancake, jump in the queue, and explain that you don't give money. The shopkeeper is even willing to add an egg to you. The person you jump in the queue can only dare to be angry.

That's how overbearing it is.

However, this is only limited to small surnames that have not yet opened branches and scattered leaves. For example, Luo and Quan, two big surnames in Dongyang, they don't pay so much attention. Of course, even if your surname is Luo and Quan, you can't make people look up to you.

After changing his surname, Lanzi could use this identity to join the Lanjia chamber of Commerce to be a waiter, but after all, their surname came from a wrong way and won't get much preferential treatment in the Lanjia chamber of Commerce, so after thinking, he finally decided to patrol the criminal guards.

The patrolling criminal guard made a simple investigation and found that he really had something to do with the LAN family, so he let him in. Although it is said that the patrol punishment guard is subordinate to the sheriff's office, it can not be penetrated by silver and blood, but in fact, there are many difficulties in operation.

For example, in the case of the silver blood society, the sheriff can't stand on the head of the silver blood society, otherwise there will be more missing cases of patrolling criminal guards.

Ordinary people make trouble and patrol the prison guard. Ordinary people are gone.

The silver blood man made trouble. The patrol guard passed, and the patrol guard was gone.

Therefore, there is at least one "face saving team" in the prison patrol, which is composed entirely of silver blood children and is specially used to solve silver blood Association cases.

However, the patrolling guards are not as comfortable as their own families, and taking refuge in the prefectural government will also make the people look down on them. Therefore, "giving a face team" is often short of staff. But for people at the bottom like Lantz, this is a rare job.

It doesn't matter if you are late. Just don't go too far; Take whatever you want when patrolling, and touch it when you see a good-looking girl; When the shift is handed over in the evening, you can go to the casino of the gang. They dare not patrol the criminal guards, or a colleague suddenly made a windfall and asked them to play in jinpanlu.

Immortal days, but also so.

Lanz's wish is to see the legendary xiangxuehai when he has money, and he is also satisfied.

Recalling the extraordinary years of the past, RANTZ sighed. At this time, a car drove into the Cape gate. Lantz just wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but the car buzzed in, and he was almost scratched.

"Bah, it's great to have a car." RANTZ muttered and kicked the box next to him.

The yawning colleague glanced at him: "don't kick around. This is the goods of the chamber of Commerce."

"Which chamber of Commerce?"

"I don't know. It's a big chamber of Commerce anyway. I saw the captain receive a lot of money."

RANTZ tutted, his face full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Today is different from the past. Since that bastard of the Jing family became the president of the silver blood Association, the nightmare of patrolling the criminal guard has come.

First, the Linhai army settled in xuanzhu County, and the patrol guards didn't dare to wander around casually for fear of provoking those foreign lackeys; Then Jing Zhengwei asked the prefectural government to limit the scope of functions of the criminal patrol guard. The criminal patrol guard suddenly changed from the previous rampant to the current guard dog. It is only allowed to patrol in the inner city and not to manage the affairs of the outer city.

You know, in the inner city, all patrol guards are grandsons of turtles. Anyone is qualified to use patrol guards as their own animals!

Therefore, guarding the sea Corner Gate has become a sweet pastry, and the mud leg patrol criminal guard will be asked to patrol the inner city. Naturally, there is no need to patrol and guard public security. Powerful people will have bodyguards when they go out.

The main work of patrolling criminal guards is washing the ground.

However, in this way, the pocket money of the patrol guards is much less. It's OK to be at the level of Captain and director, but the bonus of ordinary patrol guards depends on themselves. Every family comes to rip off the money. Now without those feeder activities, everyone is poor.

"Alas, I really want to go to the fragrant snow sea."

"Go, you can go there to eat overlord meal, and then you will be sold to hongyuhai the next day. A brother, I will go to hongyuhai to take care of your business."

"Fuck you."

RANTZ cursed and suddenly spotted a group of people rushing towards the corner gate, impatiently crossing the stick in front of them: "go, go, you still want to go forward? There is a place for people. What do you mud legs want to do when you rush in? You have to lick the dirty ground."

"That man killed himself!"

"Did a car go in just now?"

"He killed two children and ran away! Stop him quickly!"

RANTZ dug his ears, took out his earwax, glanced at it and flicked it away.

"Turn me off -"

"Shit!"

RANTZ raised his stick and waved it fiercely. He aimed it at the head of the stout man standing in front. He was beaten to the ground with blood on his head and screamed

"I tell you, don't get me into trouble." Lantz pointed at them with a stick. "Get out before I lose my temper, or I won't be so polite later."

Lantz knows these mud legs very well. He just needs to beat the person who cries the loudest and say a few cruel words, and the others will naturally disperse.

But this time it's different.

Instead of leaving, those people gathered more and more. They picked up the beaten man and silently looked at RANTZ and other patrol guards. Their eyes were like needles on RANTZ, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Look, look, look, don't you go yet? Well, I'll make you look good if you like it so much..." Lantz scolded and walked over, but was held by his colleagues next to him.

"Don't be angry." the colleague pressed his shoulder. "Something's wrong."

Something's wrong.

There are more and more people blocking haijiaomen Avenue. Some of them are idle people, some are workers from hearing the news, and more are ordinary residents nearby. The workers spoke loudly about the owner's evil deeds. Hundreds and thousands of mouths talked and cursed at the same time. The whispering voice turned into waves and waves, and wave after wave hit the barrier symbolizing the xuanzhu class.

Other patrolling guards soon knew that something had happened and hurriedly came to block the Cape gate. Lantz quickly asked, "where's the captain?"

"I'll go to the fragrant snow sea in the afternoon!"

"Gan! What should I do?"

"Anyway, don't let them pass!"

Just when both sides didn't know what to do, a middle-aged man came out. RANTZ immediately shouted like finding a life-saving straw: "Lao Hai, you're playing tricks again, aren't you? I knew it was you!"

Just as the workers are familiar with Uncle Hai, langz and other patrol guards are no strangers to him. Sometimes, when the shop workers offended the patrol guards, uncle Hai made amends for them. Lanz alone ate uncle Hai many times.

Lantz's impression of Uncle Hai is an excellent soft persimmon. Now the atmosphere is so tense. Of course, Lantz is overjoyed to meet such a soft persimmon.

However, unlike the cowardly smiling face in Lantz's memory, uncle Hai's expression is very cold and calm: "Lantz, let the patrol guard get out of the way. We're going to find president Jing."

"Ha? You? Do you know what bullshit you're talking about?"

Pop!

A small stone flew from behind uncle Hai, hit Lance's forehead accurately, and smashed his head into a flower of blood.

RANTZ screamed and retreated to the end. The other patrol guards quickly held him, changed his face and shouted, "what do you want to do? Rebel?"

"How dare you attack the patrol guard?"

"Presumptuous! Do you know what you're doing?"

Uncle Hai said calmly, "of course we know what we're going to do."

"We want a justice, a reasonable justice."

"There was a silver aristocrat who killed two children and fled into the inner city. Therefore, we should go in and find president Jing to preside over justice and let him kill for his life."

"Just now it was just a stone, but behind me, there were thousands, tens of thousands of people."

"Patrol, get out of the way."

The sky began to darken, and the sun lamp that had absorbed the light source all day began to emit light.

Tens of thousands of civilians in coarse clothes stood on the brightly lit street. Some of them are workers, some are street vendors, and some are even gangsters.

They just heard about the killing of silver blood nobles, and then came here with Daliu.

At first, they were all in the mood of watching the play, but now they are very quiet.

They all want to see it.

Silver blood club, will it give way.

"Impossible!"

Lantz pressed the wound on his forehead, stood up with the help of his colleagues, and said grimly, "none of you mud legs are allowed to enter the inner city! None! No! No!"

Uncle Hai's face was gloomy: "get out of the way, lance, you can't stop us."

"Can't stop it? OK, then I have to try. You, go to the warehouse and get the gun. Come out quickly! I'll stand here and see if you dare to rush in!" Lantz pointed at Uncle Hai with a stick and burst out a blue vein on his face: "Whoever dares to come over, give him a gun! We have plenty of bullets!"

The other patrolling guards looked at each other, but Lantz pulled a stick at them: "go get the gun! What are you afraid of? Are we patrolling guards afraid of these Dalits, these mud legs who don't even have shoes? Come on, come on!"

RANTZ is definitely not a person who talks here. Usually, everyone's impression of him is that he is an old slick who likes to take advantage of small things. Many people saw him so crazy for the first time. Other patrolmen were frightened by his momentum and subconsciously obeyed the order to get guns.

Uncle Hai frowned and took a step forward: "Lantz, do you want to die?"

"You are looking for death!" Lantz immediately pointed to Uncle Hai: "a group of garbage want to turn over and be their master? Dare you be fair?"

"I tell you, don't say that the silver blood noble killed your two children. Even if you killed ten, a hundred, a thousand, you have to hold it for me!"

"I really think you can go to heaven when the Linhai Navy comes? I'm so beautiful, but the Linhai navy has gone, gone!"

"You wait. The silver blood club will send someone to take back the factory and the shop tomorrow. You have to spit out all the money you have taken these days!"

"Mud legs are always mud legs, and silver blood is always silver blood!"

Hearing the noise and panic behind him, uncle Hai felt bad. This rhythm must not let Lanzi continue. He immediately shouted with the method of Qi cooperation: "don't listen to his nonsense. President Jing will let everyone live a good life at all costs, never --"

"President Jing is right. He will let everyone live a good life at all costs, because you are the price!"

At this time, a patrolling guard came down with a gun. Lenz quickly loaded the bullet and loaded it. His face was ferocious and cruel: "you're over, over! You dare to oppose the silver blood society. I tell you, I remember all the people standing here, and none of you can run away!"

With RANTZ, a mocking follower who must attack first, uncle Hai can't say anything better than his provocation.

"Lantz!" Uncle Hai looked at him with a murderous face: "you are just a small patrolling guard. Will silver blood care about you? I tell you, even if we kill you, silver blood will not do anything to us!"

"Fart!" Lantz aimed his gun at Uncle Hai in a crazy tone: "I'm the criminal patrol guard! The criminal patrol guard of the silver blood society! I'm dead, you all have to be buried with me! All! The silver blood society will never let go of the rebels, you all have to die!"

Lantz himself didn't realize that although he complained about President Jing, envied other silver aristocrats and was despised by silver aristocrats, he actually cared about the silver society most.

The people at the bottom can't reach the threshold of the silver blood club all their life and have no feelings for the silver blood Club; The superior people have long known that the silver blood club is such a thing, and they only have the idea of using the silver blood Club; Only those middle-level people who have worked hard and finally reached the threshold of the silver blood club, but can't join them, but can draw boundaries with the bottom people, are the most loyal activists to the silver blood club.

For them, the silver blood club is their lifelong dream, the future they can strive to climb, and the existence that has haunted them for generations.

Even if they are being exploited by the silver blood society, even if they do dirty work despised by the silver blood aristocracy, even if they hate the silver blood aristocracy, they still can't stand that the silver blood will be defiled by the bottom people.

Even if it's a wrong, ugly dream.

It's also their dream.

"RANTZ!" Uncle Hai's face was fierce and rushed directly to RANTZ.

At first, he didn't intend to have a conflict with the patrol guards, but Lanzi was too stubborn. If he continued like this, I'm afraid it would cause bloodshed if he couldn't wait for Jing Zhengwei to come.

As long as you subdue RANTZ first, the other patrolmen will step down the slope and get out of the way!

"How dare you rush over!"

Lantz aimed at Uncle Hai's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

However, at the moment when RANTZ pulled the trigger, uncle Hai was already avoiding.

The mental intuition of martial artists is enough to make them subconsciously avoid any shooting action that needs to be aimed.

However, in addition to RANTZ, his fellow patrolmen next to him are also shooting at Uncle Hai!

No problem, uncle Hai can still easily change his body shape to avoid.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots?

When Uncle Hai turned his head and saw the gunner hiding at the edge of the crowd behind him, a bullet ran through his temple and brought out a touch of boiling blood.

Also took away his dream.

That beautiful, right dream.

When Uncle Hai's body crashed to the ground, the Cape gate was suddenly silent.

Until a scream opened the curtain of the night:

"Sea uncle!"

Lanz showed his joy and said with a laugh, "hahaha, this is against silver blood -"

Pop!

Suddenly there was a strong feeling of pushing his back. Lanz looked sideways and found that his colleagues calmly kicked him at the waist.

"You --"

Before he could say anything, Lance fell forward to the ground. As soon as he wanted to stand up, his head was trampled on by a smelly foot full of mud.

"Who -" he just wanted to drink and scold, but he found uncle Hai in front of him.

Uncle Hai's face of vicissitudes, anger and sadness was reflected in Lanzi's pupil, which made him slightly absent-minded.

"Avenge uncle Hai!"

"Kill the dog!"

"The patrol guards shoot, shoot and kill these mobs who attack the patrol guards!"

"Suppress the riots!"

For a moment, the sound of gunfire, screams, curses and shouts gathered together. Some people are brave to move forward, some are weak to retreat, and others have a blank face and don't know what to do.

Until a simple and clear slogan resounds through the night sky and instantly attracts everyone's attention:

"Fire silver blood club!"

A rough man stood on a nearby stone and shouted, "we killed the patrol guard. Will silver blood let us go!"

"The Linhai navy has gone, and the silver blood Association will come back to manage the factory again!"

"But as long as we burn the inner city, the sheriff's house and the silver blood club, no one can stand on our head!"

"Heyang army is gone. The silver blood club is a paper tiger. Let's not be afraid!"

"Fire! Burn! Silver! Blood! Will!"

For a moment, the tide surged in the hearts of the people. A criminal patrol guard looked bad and aimed at the rough man: "don't listen to the incitement of the backlight elements, as long as you --"

Suddenly, dozens of men came running from the other side of the street. They were all holding burning sticks wrapped with burning newspapers. They rushed to the Cape gate like a fire dragon and sang in unison:

"There has never been a savior!"

"It doesn't depend on the Immortal Emperor!"

"To create human happiness -"

Qi bajiu, who walked in front and cried into a flower face, was full of tears and anger, and tried to throw the torch on his hand.

Dozens of torches whirled and danced in the air and fell into the blockhouse on the second floor of Haijiao gate, illuminating the internal channel of Haijiao gate and igniting the flag hanging outside Haijiao gate.

Qi bajiu roared heartrendingly, as if even his soul were about to vomit: "it all depends on ourselves!"

The torch ignited the goods in the passage and exploded the Cape gate with a bang!