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American Camp.
The large tent of the Provisional Parliament was filled with MPs in suits of various colors. They were whispering and discussing. Bem, the camp chairman, dropped the hammer in his hand heavily. After two bangs, he loudly said: "Silence, silence! The next step is to proceed. The last item on the agenda today, before that, we need to invite a special person to give a speech."
Under the waiting canopy outside the tent, Andilu adjusted the newly tied tie around his neck and straightened the wrinkled corners of his new suit, but his calm eyes showed that he was slightly nervous at the moment. Feeling.
Although he is full of strength, although he is full of confidence, at this moment, when the despicable person walking on the street is about to walk into the door that symbolizes the so-called justice and freedom, his mood is no better than that of the fat man in another camp. Where to go.
His fingers tapped his knees slightly, anxiously awaiting the incoming.
"Mr. John, it's your turn to go in." Not long after, a fat-bellied administrative black woman hurried up to him and opened her thick lips and said.
Andiru took a breath, pulled the edge of his suit, stood up, showed a smile he had just practiced, and raised his legs to step into the threshold that he had never dared to imagine before.
"What's going on, Boss? In my opinion, there is absolutely no need to talk to those ** congressmen who eat people without spitting out their bones. You have to talk with your fists!"
From a distance, one of his men complained dissatisfiedly.
"That's right. Besides collecting taxes and disappearing our pensions, what else will those congressmen who can only talk about do?" Another subordinate also echoed with great dissatisfaction.
"What do you idiots know?" One of Andiru's partners said meaningfully: "Since you can't destroy it directly, you have to find a way to join it. People always trust it more than people like us. How can Bose’s wisdom be understood by you guys who can even spell words wrong?”
Andirou couldn't hear the discussion of his men. As soon as he entered the big tent, hundreds of congressmen were in an uproar. They may not know him, but it did not prevent them from getting some questionnaires about him before that. In addition to the congressmen who were willing to support him, a large number of other congressmen began to launch fire attacks at this moment:
"Who allowed a drug addicted scumbag to come in?"
"This is an insult to the Parliament. I will never watch a gangster walk up to the podium of the Holy Spirit!"
"Get him out of here, this is not a prison. Criminals are not welcome!"
"I think we need a psychiatrist."
"Liar, he is a big liar, I swear to God!"
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In response, Andilu's face trembled slightly. There seemed to be a sense of inferiority and a sense of heroic anger. They blended together, and even the crowd path leading to the podium became illusory.
But he finally endured it, ignored the clamors, and came to the rostrum. The power rippling in his body made his spine straighten and his eyes shone brightly.
He stretched out his hand, as if embracing a beam of light, and raised his voice. Overcoming all attacks, he loudly said:
"I'm tired of you. Well, ginger heads! You will have the honor to see with your own eyes the greatest miracle in the world that God has given me and wants to show you..."
"...and I am the chosen final Messiah!..."
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Chinese camp.
A few days have passed since the last time he was summoned. Zheng Youting got his wish and received support from the top. He started his career in the camp like a fish in water.
But the fat man's ambition is not limited to a small camp, so how much profit can he get from it? He needed authorization, needed someone from the camp to protect him to go to the American camp, or to other camps further away. Even contact with the natives of this planet.
Only in this way can we truly achieve something!
Today he was going to the administrative camp to discuss his plan with Secretary Wang with gold-rimmed glasses.
Along the way, Fatty saw many Indians. In the past two days, many Indian refugees had been pouring in from the south. Camp No. 17 was very nervous for a while, thinking that the legendary pig-headed men were attacking. Later, after in-depth understanding, we learned that the Indian city was burned down by a fire!
The fat man didn't have much compassion, but he found it satisfying. The mistreatment he received in India City at that time made him have no intention to sympathize with the Indian refugees who were begging for their dead wives and children.
But he has no interest in taking revenge. His ideal is to do his own business well, and all other things that waste time and energy are unnecessary in his opinion.
However, just because he did not retaliate did not mean that others did not retaliate. Along the way, he witnessed more than a dozen incidents of beatings of Indians. If the security policemen who were not whistling and running over breathlessly, at least one of them There were three cases where people were killed.
Even so, there were rumors of Indians being killed every day. For this reason, the camp government had to set aside an international safety zone for them and use a large number of security police to patrol back and forth to avoid larger-scale conflicts.
Most Indians squat in the designated area in fear all day long, waiting for relief from the Chinese camp government. They never step out of the white line outside the area. They are even more afraid of being dragged out by someone who sneaks in at some time during the night. Beaten to death or brutally burned to death.
Only a small number of people who are really hungry and extremely brave will sneak out of the area, completely gambling with their lives. They can barely get by for a day if they can get a little food. And those who are unlucky, like Zheng Youping now I saw an Indian man in his thirties being grabbed by a young Chinese man holding a steel bar and beaten to death.
The young Chinese seemed to recognize the Indian man. After beating him up, he grabbed his hair and, with the help of two or three companions, pulled him like a dead dog and dragged him to the back of a tent.
Without getting too close, Fatty could hear the young man roaring violently:
"Aren't you cruel!"
"Don't you know how to rape?"
"Rape my wife, fuck you, seven people raped my wife! Seven!"
"But are you still fucking human? After raping her and then killing her, are you just beasts!?"
"I let you rape, let you rape... Lao Xiao, don't use a knife, I will crush him with something!"
"Gangzi, the security police are coming. Kill them quickly."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me, I still have children..."
"When she begged you like this, did you let her go? Ah? Lao Xiao, do it!"
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The fat man was not a good person with a kind heart. When he heard the young man's last words, he felt relieved and happy. He even wanted to help them stop the security police who came over. After all, he was a respectable person, and many people wanted to give him face.
There was a scream from behind the tent. Fatty thought that the young men had finished dealing with them and were about to run away, so he was ready to help them and wanted to go forward and entangle the security policeman who was blowing the whistle.
However, at this time, he suddenly heard another heart-piercing cry from behind the tent, bypassing the visual blind spot of the tent. The fat man was surprised to see the young man kneeling on the ground. He was no longer as violent as before and had already burst into tears. His hands full of blood kept wiping the snot flowing down from his tears. His whole body seemed to have lost all strength. Same, only crying that makes people's hearts tremble.
"Xiao Xi, I have avenged you, please close your eyes..."
Hearing the heartbroken cries, the security police also stopped rushing towards him and watched silently as the young man tightly covered his mouth that was open due to excessive grief. The body was swaying and struggling in heartbreak, and the eyes flooded with tears were full of extreme sorrow...
An old security policeman sighed and shook his head: What a sin!
The refreshing feeling that Zheng Youting had just felt suddenly disappeared, and he remembered the dark days in the Indian city. It was also a sigh. Whether it was the situation of the foreigners there at that time or the current situation of the Indians in the Chinese camp, it made him more determined that Camp 17 must not be lost.
If you lose it, its tragic fate may not be as tragic as that of an animal!
Come to Secretary Wang's tent. Zheng Youping regained his composure and was just about to go in when he heard an angry voice from someone inside:
"What are the Americans doing? What do they want to do?"
"They actually gave us an ultimatum! Why should we withdraw from the ruins? What a joke. Our technology is too backward. Our science and technology team has already destroyed three relics with important military value before they even reached the door. Going in also destroyed the ruins. , cause any major losses, are detrimental to the current situation of mankind, wait until they complete the investigation and analysis, and then share it with us... Is that still called sharing? "
"But the meeting has already voted by a show of hands and agreed to withdraw. There is no other way. We can't defeat them now, especially now that they have a person with magical abilities."
"Americans with no morals and no faith!"
"They have it, and so do we. I heard the news from the Indians that a Chinese burned their entire camp on fire. I asked someone to come and identify it. That's the one..."
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Zheng Youping outside the door let out another silent sigh. He knew that the top figures were unwilling to conflict and did not dare to conflict. This was basically the same as his idea. The most important thing was to make money by being harmonious, but he still felt a little... What about cowards?
When something like this happened, Secretary Wang didn't have time to see him. Even if he did, the Americans would not discuss any business with him in this tense situation.
After waiting for a day, Secretary Wang was still not available the next day. Zheng Youping was not in a hurry and continued to wait. Occasionally, he could hear some insider information outside the tent, which was very helpful to his business. If not The situation was chaotic and the confidentiality work was basically in vain, and he also gained some recognition. If he wanted to hear the news, he would probably have to go to the radish sellers and buyers in the market.
On the third day, the troops stationed at the ruins withdrew one after another. The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became tense for some reason. Zheng Youping was afraid that something would happen, so he came outside the tent early in the morning and waited.
Secretary Wang seemed to have not slept all night. He hurriedly walked out of another tent. When he looked up and saw Zheng Youding was still here, he lowered his voice and said to him: "Something happened. Be prepared."
Although Zheng Youting was mentally prepared to make guesses based on the atmosphere in the camp, he was still a little stunned and blurted out: "Brother Wang, what happened?"
Secretary Wang looked around and whispered, "Do you know that ruins?"
Zheng Youping nodded and said nothing.
Secretary Wang took a breath and said: "The Americans successfully entered last night. Not long ago this morning, they accidentally opened a huge coffin-like hatch and released something. Many people died at that time, and the entire exploration team almost It was completely wiped out, and even the army couldn’t stop it. The thing headed towards the American camp, and our people quickly retreated.”
Zheng Youting felt a little creeped out when he heard this, and said in fear: "Brother Wang, what is so powerful?"
Secretary Wang made gestures with his hands, and then suddenly stopped and said: "It doesn't matter whether you know it or not, this matter must be kept secret. I am telling you because of the risk. The higher-ups are urgently studying countermeasures. Before a formal decision is made, Leaking is strictly prohibited, in short, just be prepared."
As for what the preparations were, Zheng Youting would not ask. If he did, he would appear to be incompetent. This was something he knew well.
Besides escaping, what else can be done to prepare? It's just hard to say it directly. Being vague is the best way to shirk responsibility.
But just because he doesn't ask doesn't mean he has no way of knowing. At least he can see it with his own eyes!
Just before he and Secretary Wang finished speaking, the ground shook, gunshots rang out in the distance, and screams rolled in like a tide.
Zheng Youping raised his head subconsciously, and a terrifying figure as big as a mountain appeared in his pupils. He was stunned to the spot and seemed to have forgotten to breathe.
Behind the huge figure, in front of the American camp, Andilu stood covered in blood, with a long gash on his palm and blood dripping out.
His face was a little pale, but his figure was still stable.
He fought hard at a huge cost, and finally received grateful cheers from the people behind him. From then on, bitches, drug addicts, and criminals will stay away from him, and will be replaced by people's heroes, even the Messiah. !
As for the life and death of the Chinese, he doesn't care.
At this moment, Chu Yunsheng was standing on a towering tree, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, shouting loudly: "No, do it again, the speed must be fast, especially the twelve people you brought with you, Boutni! It's coming soon Did it, do it again, I can already feel it!”
He frowned, feeling the surging vitality, and a strong death aura spread from a distance. In this world, I am afraid that only a non-living person like him can feel this special aura, with a keen "smell" He couldn't help but look to the southwest.
"Quickly, pull out the differences, telescope!!!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.-) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
