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To be precise, it was not one car that was attacked, but several.
"Youngster" followed the gradually coming noisy shouts and quickly arrived at the messy scene. There were a total of six black four-wheelers parked on the wide street, three of which were seriously damaged and the roofs were dented. It looked like it had been hit hard and was flattened on the side of the driveway.
There was also a green four-wheeled vehicle that did not belong to this convoy. It was probably other people passing by who also suffered. It was beaten to pieces by the guards of this convoy, and then torn open by some sharp weapon, leaving shocking marks on the vehicle. long marks.
There were many wounded lying on the ground, struggling for help, and several corpses. The Holy City guards who came after hearing the news were rescuing them. Many small aircraft flew in the sky, looking towards the north to catch up.
The "young man" didn't look like he belonged to the master's family, so he was relieved. He immediately went to the master's house with Yuan Xiu, only to find out that she had been back for a long time.
Calculating, it should be the time when he first went to St. Mary's University. She just left the school, but she might have gone through another gate, so she didn't meet her.
It was already midnight when we returned to the shack under the bridge. Junxiu fell asleep again, but the "young man" sat on the edge of the bridge, looking at the stars in the sky and thinking.
He didn't understand many of the words the blue-haired old man said, so he didn't know what he meant. However, the answer to his question later was very clear.
But he doesn't believe that memory can't be changed, and there is no reason for not believing it. He just thinks so.
This made him slightly irritable. On the one hand, since he left the prairie, he began to wonder where his home was. On the one hand, he didn't know why, but he felt like he was resisting remembering something. He felt very dangerous, but he couldn't tell why.
The next day, he still showed up at the construction site of the military fortress with great energy. The supervisor who came to inspect was very satisfied with his performance. But there will be no commission fees.
The "young man" was a little disappointed, but the manager immediately offered a temptation and said: "As long as you work hard and keep performing like this, I can arrange for you to learn some simple techniques, and then the commission will naturally increase."
Although the "young man" has endless strength and does not feel that the work he is doing is hard, he still envies the workers who control the machines because their commissions are many times more than his.
He is short of money now. With money, he can leave here with Lin Ran and Yuan Xiu and return to the prairie.
But the promise of the steward didn't have much appeal to him, because he didn't have time, and it would be meaningless if he had to wait too long to return to the prairie.
While eating, I still heard a lot of rumors. The workers described the attack last night as vividly as if they were at the scene at the time.
It is said that the family members of a senior official were attacked, and three people died on the spot. Seven people were seriously injured, and the female family member was taken away and her whereabouts are unknown.
The army also exchanged fire with the attacker, but could not stop him and had to watch him break through.
After receiving the news, this senior official was very angry. He had already begun to impose a ban on the whole city and went to the Grand Temple in person for help.
The "young man" doesn't care about this. As long as the main house of Xuan Ran is not attacked, it has nothing to do with him.
Those workers have been saying that the pervert is very powerful. It puts a lot of psychological pressure on him. If he really encounters him, he doesn't know if he is his opponent.
While chatting, I saw a long motorcade coming from a distance. Pass the west side of the military barrier and head towards the east side of the city.
"It's Zi Hui Heer!"
Alai, the worker who had ridiculed the "boy" yesterday, stood on the box and shouted excitedly.
Zi Hui Huer, this "young man" had heard the name on the rail car, but he did not expect that Alai would shout like this. With a whoop, almost half of the black-haired workers on the construction site ran away. They all climbed to various high platforms and looked at the approaching convoy.
"It's Purple Hull! It's really Purple Hull!" The black-haired workers shouted as if on stimulants, even waving their arms.
The strange thing is that the blue-haired skilled workers did not sarcastically mock the black-haired workers as usual.
Some of them stopped what they were doing and watched the array of convoys approaching solemnly with others, some had eyes full of fear and nervousness, and some were talking about something, but none of them dared to show any disrespect.
"Youngster" has excellent eyesight, and he can see the entire convoy clearly while standing on the box.
There were about a dozen pure black vehicles with a very thick appearance, and all the windows were closed, completely isolating the inside and outside of the vehicle.
There is a small black flag on the capital of each vehicle, with a semicircular purple pattern tattooed on the flag. As the vehicle moves, the purple semicircle on the dark flag looms like a machete, showing solemnity and desolation. The smell of killing.
The overall speed of the black convoy was not fast, and it drove slowly across the road in the distance, as if carrying a dignified pressure. Wherever it passed, dense crowds of people knelt on both sides of the road.
The "young man" saw that not only the black-haired people, but the blue-haired people also knelt down. When the solemn motorcade passed in front of them, neither the black-haired people nor the blue-haired people dared to raise their heads. Lying on the ground, motionless.
No matter how bold you are, you can only see the black wheels of the vehicle pressing against the ground with your peripheral vision. No one dares to look further up.
In the cool breeze, the black convoy gradually approached. The workers on the fortress construction site climbed down from the boxes one after another and knelt down on the side of the road consciously. The "young man" saw the manager who hired him also kneeling down among the blue-haired people. Just can't see his expression.
The "young man" also got off the wooden box, but did not kneel down. His eyes were a little confused. There seemed to be something in the approaching convoy that strongly attracted him, making him extremely uneasy.
The motorcade was getting closer and closer. When the black-haired workers next to him saw that he was still standing there, they all became anxious. They nervously pulled on his clothes and asked him to kneel down quickly.
"Sesbia, this is the prayer convoy of the Zihui Hel family. It is not an ordinary convoy. Kneel down quickly and don't hurt everyone!"
Alai, the worker, crawled over from the front with his head bowed and his knees down, and said anxiously.
The "young man" ignored him, frowning slightly as he looked at the approaching motorcade, wondering what he was thinking.
"Brother Big Dan?" Tongxiu also became nervous, but he was afraid that the "young man" would have his legs broken and his eyes gouged out by people from the team.
"Sesbia, my ancestor, I apologize to you. It was my fault yesterday. Can you kneel down?" Alai was anxious, but he couldn't pull the "young man", and he was so anxious that he was sweating.
The manager over there heard the commotion, looked up and saw the "young man" standing there like a stick. He suddenly lost his mind and hurriedly squeezed through the people kneeling on the ground and crawled over, saying: "You, you, why are you so crazy? Why are you so crazy?" Kneel down? Are you going to hurt me!?"
The people next to him were all trying to pull him down. As long as he wasn't standing, it would be fine. They didn't know what was wrong with this bastard, but no matter how many hands they pulled him down, the "young man" was like a nail. , motionless.
The convoy was about to arrive, and the steward's heart was pounding. He threatened in desperation: "Sesbia, if you don't kneel down, don't do it today, and there will be no money!"
The "young man" still didn't move, as if he hadn't heard anything. Alai hurriedly asked the general manager: "Sir, are you still irritating him at this time? He is an idiot! You have to give him more money. He is a money addict. You give him Adding more money will definitely help!”
The people next to him also said: "Yes, yes, Sesbia knows money."
On the road, the first car of the convoy had already left the last intersection and appeared on the side of the barrier construction site. Beads of sweat suddenly appeared on the forehead of the manager, and he hurriedly said: "Come on, come on, come on! Berg is numb, I Can I get an extra job? Just let me go."
This sentence seemed to have an immediate effect. The "young man" suddenly glanced at the manager and finally moved, but his next move immediately frightened the people around him so much that they almost wet their pants.
The "young man"'s eyes were filled with confusion. He raised his feet and took a step towards the direction of the motorcade!
He was so strong that no one could stop him. Even though many workers were already hugging his legs, he still took a step together with them.
"It's over, it's over!" The manager's eyes darkened and he wanted to pretend to faint.
The black-haired man next to him was even more horrified. In addition to tightly hugging the "young man's" legs, he still hugged him tightly.
Crash into the convoy of worshipers in Zihui Hel?
That's not a felony, it's a capital crime!
Even without the help of the Hull family, the black-haired people in the world can drown them three hundred times.
No matter what your reasons are, no matter whether you have a relationship with this person or not, the roar of the black hair in the world can tear them into pieces.
Apart from committing suicide to apologize, Alai and others could hardly think of a second, better possibility.
The black motorcade was already driving ahead. At the critical moment, the Supreme God seemed to appear. The "young man" suddenly held his head and fell to the ground in pain.
There seemed to be something rushing left and right in his head, with tearing pain, as if there was an invisible cage that was bloody and restraining him.
He fainted and lost consciousness in an instant.
"Brother Big Dan!?" Tongxiu rushed over in horror.
Alai was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to come to his senses and cursed secretly: "I'm really convinced. I just pretended to be dizzy after adding more money. What a clever Sesbia!"
The others, including General Manager Lille, also breathed a sigh of relief. For them, no matter whether the "young man" was really fainting or pretending to be fainted, a catastrophic disaster was finally avoided.
But before he could even let go, the black convoy on the road suddenly stopped, and the emergency braking sound was so harsh that it pulled everyone's heart.
Manager Lille's mind went blank. He ducked left and right, but still couldn't escape.
The car door opened, and a man in black uniform got out of the car in the middle. The workers didn't care about anything else and quickly buried their heads low, almost touching the ground.
As soon as the man took a step forward, he heard another old voice coming from the vehicle: "Wait, you haven't seen it before..., let Chu Dai accompany you."
^(To be continued.)
