Chapter 116

A tall and thin Archer dressed as a Ranger stepped on a freak head that was still grinning and pulled out his arrow: "your progress is slow! If we can't finish it before noon, we'll be in big trouble. "

The archer was wearing a hooded cloak and hiding his face behind his scarf, leaving only a pair of Eagle like eyes in the shadow of the hood.

This kind of dress up is very common now. Since a hapless guy was sprayed with blood from a freak while fighting, he might have drunk a little by accident, and then he had a mutation before dawn. In the morning, many simple masks and scarves were made out of old clothes and bed sheets in the camp.

"I know it's late here, but I really can't help it. There are several houses here that used to be the camp of gangs. They look shabby, but in fact, they are all made of real stones!" Li Yanlong was sitting on a stone, and a bottle of water was handed to him by the militiamen passing by.

The militiamen may be less than 18 years old, and the young man's eyes full of respect at Li Yanlong.

"Lao Wan, how long have you been here?" Li Yanlong asked the archer, "do you know when the people's self-protection association existed?"

The archer, known as Lao Wan, took the water bag from Li Yanlong's hand and took a big drink: "I came here less than a week ago, and there was already a shelf there. I heard that it was established after the destruction of the blood roar gang."

"Drink less, there are only two wells left that can be used!" Li Yanlong snatched back his water bag and moistened his throat: "that great tutor, have you seen it? Does he have a beard? "

"Once upon a time, when I first came here, I received the task of helping people to train ten qualified archers." From the sound, Lao Wan's age may be about the same as that of Li Yanlong: "there are senior people behind this organization. The organizational framework is reasonable, and the development model after its establishment completely imitates the modern society's Street office. If it hadn't happened, the first liberated city in the far south would have appeared in another year and a half."

"My boss has come in and will come to meet us soon. I'll tell you that when he comes, things will not be a problem here." Li Yanlong watched as the militia, under the command of an Aboriginal monitor, piled the bodies of two deformed monsters together and ignited them.

"When the situation here is settled, do you want to hang out with me? My boss is going to set up a war group to play. " Li Yanlong sent out an invitation to the archer, the same number of his own boss's glorious history: "Zhongsi college graduation! Excellent students of sword holding Hall of Jixia Academy! The netherworld... Forget it. How about this secrecy

"When you say boss, you can get things done here." Lao Wan replied gloomily: "my original task was almost completed. Now half of the ten archers can survive. There are two archers who will not be able to survive. I'm afraid they will be useless when their injuries are healed."

"Boss pork, we found this in the house." Two little gangsters sneaked up before they came to save people. They took out some necklaces from their arms like treasure: "this was the widow's home before. I thought about her necklaces for a long time, and they were here as expected."

Boss bock was tired of looking at the small gangsters under him. Since the last time he followed the sailis to the warehouse of the blood roar Gang, the slum has never been calm again.

Others don't know, but pork knows what the blood roar Gang is. Then contact his incompetent subordinate Mike to disclose the secret. The conspiracy behind this makes boss pork dare not close his eyes for several days, for fear that someone will kill him.

Until the new Lord took office, there was no change in other gangs before. Just like everything happened that day was a dream, boss Bok slowly walked out of the day of fear.

But a few days later, something even scares him. Mike, who was fooled by a demon hunter, didn't know where he had learned a lot. He took a handwritten red diary and studied it carefully. Pork swore that he didn't know that Mike could read before.

Then, it seemed like a different person. Mike, he says in his mouth every day, "noble personality... A mind for others... Mobilize the masses! The strength of the people will eventually become a force. Only the people's own strength can protect the people and their property! "

In Mike's more and more firm and confident eyes, more and more impassioned speech, the people in the slum boiling! Every time Mike appears on the street, dozens of people will listen to his words. People believe him, believe what he says, and believe what he says about the future!

The poor people spontaneously gathered around Mike's humble house. During the day, they helped each other. After working hard for a day, people with jobs would change their meager income into food and distribute them to the old, the weak and the disabled. In the evening, the poor people light a campfire and get together to discuss whether tomorrow will be better, sharing their only food like a family.

Although Mike didn't do anything extra, the gangs in the ghetto didn't dare to squeeze the poor people like they used to, and now they're all United. Although they still can't resist, hundreds of people will look at you with cold eyes.No matter where the members of the gang who have made mistakes go, they will be silent and no one will communicate with him. This kind of cold violence will soon make the gang members unable to bear it.

In just a few days, more and more people gathered outside Mike's house, forming a new gathering area. New comers could join the big family only by paying five dinars.

Boss pork still remembers that morning, at sunrise, the sky was red, and he heard Mike announce to all the people gathered around him in an unprecedented loud voice: "from today on! The Antoine port people's self preservation Union has been established! The old times will pass! A new era will come! Created by our hands

He still remembers that in the throng of countless people, Mike came to his side and asked himself kindly, "pork, do you have a dream?"

"Wheat" Boss pork felt a little cramped in his calf. He did not dare to call the man in front of him so casually. Instead, he said Mike's full name in a trembling voice: "Dear Mr. Karl Michael Marx, I don't know."

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