For the brightly lit Night City, tonight is destined to be a noisy and sleepless night.
Wearing tactical uniforms, riot helmets, and armed with live ammunition, the police officers were sweeping the streets in groups of six. They kicked open dilapidated shacks one after another, rushed in with guns drawn, and shouted. After a burst of gunfire, the room fell silent.
Sickle Street in the slums of Night City, the dirty streets filled with mud are filled with a strong smell of feces. The warm light of the street lamps blocks the darkness. In the dilapidated shacks on both sides of the streets, there are pairs of people who are either numb or numb. Fearful eyes.
The workers who were awakened by the gunfire were horrified but at a loss. They could only lie on the window and tremble as they watched the six-man team composed of the Sheriff getting closer and closer to them.
Should I rush out?
Such questions arise in the minds of some workers, but not many people dare to try this idea. After all, everyone has a sense of luck, just like some people always think that they can change their lives with just one more order, and they will definitely ship the goods. Before these sheriffs kicked down their shacks, the workers must have believed that they were the luckiest ones.
However, this question did not linger in their minds for too long, and someone soon gave them a demonstration.
Under the watchful eyes of the residents of Sickle Street, a raiding team formed by the Sheriff eliminated the owner of a house and then walked towards the adjacent shed. However, before they kicked open the door and rushed in, the door of the shed opened on its own, revealing a figure. He stumbled out and knelt down as his legs weakened.
I don't know anything. Please, Lord Sheriff! Please let me go!
The worker knelt down in the dirty mud, kowtowing his head as if pounding garlic. The rancid mud flew everywhere, and his face was covered with dirty mud.
However, the sheriffs were indifferent. One of the sheriffs raised a gun to him, loaded the gun, and shouted loudly.
Stop! Kneel on the ground with your head in your hands! Don't move!
yes! yes! Lord Sheriff! The worker hurriedly put his hands on his head as required, still maintaining a kneeling position, curled up with his forehead buried deep in the mud, and did not even dare to raise his head to look at the toes of the sheriffs.
It looks like an insect lying in the mud.
Humble and despicable.
The Sheriff looked at the workers kneeling on the ground and frowned in disgust: Have you ever participated in the actions of the Axis Regiment?
No! No! I didn't do anything! I do not know anything! real!
The worker was frightened and became a little incoherent with excitement.
Click!
There was a crisp sound of loading the gun above his head, and the worker was like a duck whose neck was pinched. His words stopped suddenly. He felt as if there were thousands of words blocked in his throat. He wanted to say them out, but his muscles were stiff. He couldn't pronounce a syllable.
The workers clearly realized one thing
If you keep talking too much, you might die.
But when he just realized this, he felt the back of his head sink, and his whole face was buried in the mud, making him almost suffocated.
Untouchable! We don't want to hear your excuses!
The Sheriff's condescending voice came from overhead.
All the anti-humanity criminals of the Axis Regiment are so cunning!
The worker felt his head was dizzy. Before the shock from being stepped on the back of his head had subsided, he felt the foot on the back of his head twisting, crushing his face and burying it deeper into the mud. middle.
Now let me ask you again.
When did you take part in the Axis Regiment's operations? How many people around you participated in the actions of the Axis Regiment?
explain!
Say it!
Our patience is limited!
How many times have you participated in Axis Regiment operations?
How many people have you led to participate in this evil anti-humanity activity?
How many strikes have you organized and planned?
There is no room for doubt and there is no room for excuse. The constant pressure from the police officers makes the workers more and more confused.
Their confident tone seemed to have concluded that he was a member of the Axis Group.
He began to be confused, to think, to doubt.
Of course, he had never participated in the activities organized by the Axis Group, and he had not even participated in the previous charity activities. However, under the intense and continuous questioning by the police officers, the obedient worker began to suspect that he was He didn't really participate in the Axis Group's anti-human activities.
Maybe maybe I have actually organized and participated in anti-human activities? Is it just that I forgot?
Another untouchable who refuses to admit it, let him be executed.
At this time, the Sheriff, who sounded like the talker in the six-person team, looked at the workers who had not responded for a long time, shook his head with some disappointment and said.
The worker's spirit was already tensed under the pressing questioning, and the sound of the bolt safety being pulled in his ears instantly raised his psychological pressure to the highest level, and then he felt as if something was coming from his head. A broken voice.
The moment when the string in my mind was completely broken.
What little sanity he had left collapsed.
don't want! don't want! The worker cried in horror. Regardless of his face being stepped on in the mud, and regardless of the slaves, he shouted incomprehensibly, "I say!" I said! I said it all! I participated in the Axis Regiment's anti-humanity operations!
Several sheriffs looked at each other and nodded with satisfaction.
They went to such great lengths to make such a big noise on the street just to scare the monkeys, and to show it to the untouchables who were hiding in the shacks.
There are so many untouchables on this street, but there are only six of them. If they are allowed to search like this, they may not be able to solve it until tomorrow night.
So some extraordinary means must be used.
Then the Sheriff who was stepping on his head released his foot and said in a cold voice: Tell me in detail what you have done, how many times you have organized anti-humanity actions, and how many people you have participated in the Axis Regiment's anti-humanity actions. action?
Don't think you can fool us!
The worker was so frightened that he trembled like chaff and spoke hesitantly.
Me, me, I organized two actions against humanity, both were strikes.
His mind went blank, and he made up an unfounded crime for himself.
Two strikes! The Sheriff raised his voice, making him tremble in fright, and then more questions came flooding in. When exactly? How many people are participating? Who are those people involved? Where do they all live?
The workers and I racked our brains to think about it. It was yesterday afternoon for us, us individually, and another time was yesterday. No, it was today. Among the dozen or so people we participated in, some were my fellow workers and some were people who lived nearby.
Yesterday afternoon, I organized individuals to participate in the strike. They were all my colleagues. I found them one by one and pulled them together to go on strike.
This morning, I organized a few more people to go on strike. They are all neighbors. Two of them have been executed by the Sheriff, and several others live in
The worker spoke incoherently at first, with no logic at all, and it was immediately obvious that he had just made up nonsense. However, as he kept repeating the narration as if under hypnosis, his words gradually became smoother. stand up.
The sheriffs were very satisfied when they saw that he was flashy and made up a bunch of lies that even they themselves believed.
With such a typical example, it will be easier to handle.
What else is left unsaid? Say it quickly! No hiding! The Sheriff's stern voice came again, how did you join the Axis Regiment? How many people have you drawn into the Axis group? What else are you planning to do next? .
have! have! Nothing else to say! I was also forced to join the Axis Regiment! Yes, Ocha! That Ah Cha, he promotes anti-human content on the radio every day. The worker was already in a state of madness. He had given up everything to survive and said whatever came to his mind. And there was that dog, he, he put a spell in the food he ate and controlled me! And my neighbor, he was sent by the Axis regiment to monitor me.
Great, I love your honesty. law and order
The officer's voice relaxed the worker's tense spirit, but what he said next made the latter even more ecstatic. Now, I want to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes and help us find those who are trying to oppose humanity. Find the anti-humanity members of the Axis Corps.
yes! I am very willing to help the Sheriff find out those hateful anti-human beings! The worker responded immediately and excitedly.
This worker was just the beginning. After rushing into several shacks and shooting several workers to death, several more workers took the initiative to open the door, knelt down and begged for mercy. Then, under a series of questioning, they confusedly admitted their guilt, and He ignited a penitential fanaticism and persecuted other workers more and more crazily.
Soon, these workers formed a small and aggressive group, walking across the muddy streets, rushing into shack after shack, pulling out the workers inside, violently beating and interrogating them, and then leaving these workers alone. There are often only two roads left.
Or join this increasingly fanatical, violent and uncontrolled rabble.
Or die.
Seeing that the assembled mob began to take over their original responsibilities, began to persecute their compatriots, and helped them hunt down and kill those stubborn members of the Axis regiment, the Sheriff's team leader felt that he was simply a genius.
Let these untouchables do the next thing for us.
He looked at the vast number of organized workers, with a smile on his face, and then turned to look at several teammates.
Okay, let's take a rest for a while, or should we search a few more places?
Let’s search a few more. If you search a few more, you can drink more times this month. One of the magistrates suggested, and his opinion was quickly agreed upon by all the magistrates.
The night is still going on, and an uncontrolled flame has been quietly ignited in the long night.
