The behavior of madmen and drunkards is the most difficult to judge. Xin Jian really drank too much today. He could no longer stand still while holding the wall with one hand, and kept banging his head against the wall.
There is a saying about drinking that you will die if you see the wind. Some people sit at the table and drink all the time. You can't tell that they have drunk too much. But as long as they stand up and go out of the tavern to enjoy the wind, they will immediately faint.
Xin Jian just saw the wind and died today. His head was spinning, and his heart was filled with nausea. He opened his mouth and vomited out.
If a person vomits wine, he will lower his head. If he lowers his head to such a height, the sure-kill crossbow arrow will miss the point.
Originally it was going straight to the back of the heart, but as soon as he lowered his head and spat out, the crossbow arrow pierced the left shoulder blade with a pop!
Xin Jian shouted "Ah!" as he felt severe pain.
The co-workers who were discharging water next to them were suddenly frightened and sobered up. "What's wrong? Ah... there's an assassin! Xin Jian was assassinated..."
Good guy, this voice was louder than the impact of a 1,500-ton hydraulic press in a steel factory, and a group of people ran out of the meat shop.
The assassin's gun was a single shot, and there was no chance of reloading at all. As soon as he saw the crowd, he turned around and ran. He took three steps at a time and jumped over the wall and ran on the roof.
Although the workers had a lot of strength, they were not martial arts masters after all. They could only ask people to chase them in the alley, and some even picked up bricks and threw them on the roof.
The entire residential area, filled with tens of thousands of people, was in a state of commotion. People lit candlelight and walked out in their clothes. Half of the city was in commotion.
Sometimes enthusiasm is no match for professionalism. The assassin had good movement skills and disappeared after three circles in the dark with the protection of his night clothes.
People cursed and continued to search, and over there Xin Jian was also rushed to a Western medicine clinic!
The Chinese currently have the best Western medicine system in Asia. With the full support of the head of state, the level of many Western medicine categories has even surpassed that of Europe.
Trauma treatment, bacteriology, blood transfusion research...these are the strengths of the Chinese people. Xin Jian's injury could have been saved if he was sent here!
Outside the operating room, the workers all had angry faces. They could guess who did this. There was no one else except Manqing!
In the morning, I just argued with the little emperor for a few words, and that night, he committed such a dirty trick!
"Shameless, shameless! It's so cowardly, it's so cowardly!"
"We must take revenge, we must take revenge!"
"How to take revenge? That is the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty! Besides, we have no evidence!"
"Then it's so easy to let others bully you?"
"We can't be bullied in vain. Let's unite and go to the Tongzhi Yamen to protest! Zhou Mingkui is also a bastard of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Let's settle the score with him first!"
"That's right, let's settle the score with him! Let's go to the parade and demonstrate!"
Fifty or sixty radical workers gathered together and said, "Pull out banners and then look for our fellow workers. The more people, the better!"
“Today’s incident cannot be in vain, march, demonstrate and protest!”
It would be terrible if this thing continues to develop. The working class in the early industrial society was very radical and violent. If they don't deal with the demonstrations in a few words, they may take action.
Once he takes action, the consequences will be disastrous, and Zhou Mingkui may not even be able to save his life!
More and more people gathered, and when the number exceeded a hundred, the SAR Police Headquarters finally sent someone. A deputy chief and more than a dozen policemen hurried over.
The deputy bureau leaders of the team are all familiar to the workers. Zhou Tong used to have a nickname called Iron Kitten when he was in the world!
At first, he was responsible for the intelligence work of Beijing City under Chun Shisanniang. Later, after layers of screening, including accumulation of merit, and multiple trainings, this iron kite was also promoted.
"What are you going to do? What trouble are you making? Even if you kill Zhou Mingkui, what problem can you solve?"
"Zhou Ju! That Xin Jian can't die in vain!" People roared excitedly.
"Nonsense! Who told me that Xin Jian is dead? Did the doctor inside tell you?" Zhou Tong turned to a young apprentice behind him and said, "Hutou, go inside and ask the doctor about Xin Jian's condition!"
A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, with a tiger-like appearance, trotted into the clinic after hearing the master's order.
Zhou Tong looked at the excited crowd in front of him and calmed down his voice, "You guys should sober up and calm down first! Are you all confused with anger? Don't you know who Zhou Mingkui is?"
"Since 1865, Zhou Mingkui has been just a decoration! He holds the salary of the Manchus in one hand and the wages of our Chinese people in the other. He is just an image placed in the special zone!"
"In the final analysis, he is an abandoned son thrown out by the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Putting it in the special zone to prove to the world that this is still the land of his Qing Dynasty has some political significance!"
"If you attack people like this and even have some conflicts, in the end you will just give the Manchus diplomatic excuses!"
"You are happy for a while, what will you do later? Isn't the head of state just wiping the guy's butt?"
"Let me tell you the truth! You have never seen with your own eyes the cruelty of the Qing Dynasty. When I was on errands in Sijiu City, I saw with my own eyes the Tatars' men killing everyone!"
"They killed their own slaves even more ruthlessly, ranging from eighty to eight years old. They didn't even spare the hired servants, and they killed them all without even trying them!"
"The assassination operation failed today, and he might be executed by the Tatars themselves the next day, and then he will die without any evidence!"
Everyone present was silent after what he said. At this time, the child named Hutou ran out, "It's okay. Brother Xin Jian is okay!"
"The crossbow arrow only injured the shoulder blade and did not pierce the heart. Moreover, Brother Xin Jian drank too much, so he sutured the wound directly without anesthetic!"
"Brother Xin Jian said that no one should make trouble about this matter and report it to everyone... I believe the head of state will definitely give an explanation!"
"Okay! Jiao Hutou... you will make two copies of this case, one for the police station and one for the CIA. Hurry up!"
Iron Harrier Zhou Tong arranged everything and ordered the workers to disperse. When he walked into the ward, Xin Jian was leaning on the bed, half asleep and half awake.
"Xin Jian! I really didn't expect you to hold back in the end and not take the lead in making trouble. That's right... In this case, how about I give you a task on behalf of the CIA?"
Xin Jian opened his eyes, "As long as I serve the head of state, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"Okay! I will soon select a group of outstanding workers for special training by the CIA. You must be prepared to recover quickly. You must participate in this special training class!"
"Just wait, in less than a year and a half, you will go on a mission in Beijing!"
"If you want revenge, you must know how to be patient. Killing an assassin is meaningless. If you want to kill us, kill the Manchus!"
"That's right! Brother Xin Jian, I will help you later... destroy this damn Manchu Empire!" Jiao Hutou's voice came from outside the door, and the child had a look of hatred on his face!
