Apocalyptic Forecast

The same late at night.

In the quiet room, the white-bearded old man stared at the night of Danbo outside the window with a look of compassion. When I saw the endless lights and the noisy construction site, I couldn't help but sigh silently.

The people's livelihood is so difficult

Who knows how many people shed blood, sweat and tears behind this bustling area?

Such a brutal rule, squeezing the sweat of the people, in exchange for the prosperity, is really disgusting.

But when a clear voice came from the door behind, that look of pity and compassion instantly disappeared without a trace, became impatient, and greeted him: "How is it? Is there news from over there?"

"The money has arrived."

The knocker said: "We will give support when necessary, and please let it go."

"Okay, very good!"

The old man looked down at the numbers on the phone, and his smile became relieved: "Very good, with such support, the end of this sin city is coming!"

Obviously so old, but his expression was solemn and determined, as if he were an unyielding fighter.

"We Wanderers Freedom League will never let it go."

He promised: "Please tell them... Danbo, you will surely be able to sweep away the haze and usher in a bright universe! Even if the night is deep, the light of freedom will eventually shine on this city!"

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A few days later, Danbo, the old town.

The main body of Tanba in the past has now been replaced by newly constructed blocks, and what is left in the end is this abandoned building that has not had time to be demolished.

Nowadays, the place abandoned by the times is rare, with only wild cats and dogs infested, overlooking the construction site roaring all night in the distance.

In a deserted old house, under the lighted up lights, the old man stood on the podium and gave an impassioned speech to the hostile audience.

"My friends, when you work hard and sweat all the time, the money you earn is just barely subsistence... But the real fruits are squandered wantonly by those bloodless upper classes to support their extravagant life. !

Relying on its monopoly on pharmaceuticals, the Tanba Group is turning us into their slaves! Through the high-handed rule of those Yakuzas, the paper-loving people forced us to work for them, forcing us to consume our lives to satisfy his eternally dissatisfied greed!

Relying on our blood and sweat, he built a magnificent palace, raised countless mistresses, and repeatedly stretched out sinful black hands to innocent children... My daughter, my daughter is..."

At this point, the old man was already choked with tears in his eyes, while the audience in the audience was filled with righteous indignation and his eyes were full of anger.

"Everyone unite, join the League of Wanderers, and overthrow the tyrannical rule of Huaizhi!"

In a hissing cry, the old man raised his hands and shouted to the audience: "No dictatorship! No oppression!"

Under the guidance of the old man, everyone shouted enthusiastically: "We want an eight-hour work schedule and normal vacations and benefits! We want to control our homes!"

"Open up the formula and supply of the medicine, and return my human rights!"

"We want freedom!!!"

"free!!"

The enthusiastic shouts continued throughout the night. The addicts and the attracted idlers are immersed in the future full of freedom and hope.

On the roof ridge, the black bird, which is as large as a falcon, tilted its head, combed the disordered feathers on its wings, and rose into the air again.

Only the faint tweet echoed in the air.

Stupid.

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"Eh, have you noticed that there have been more and more silly life recently?"

During a weekend dinner, Ueno was chewing on edamame and complained impatiently: "A bunch of **** comes to the construction site every day to make trouble, and the street has become increasingly chaotic recently."

With a single word, almost everyone complained.

Only sipping sake in the house, squinting on the sidelines.

Anyway, he has retired long ago, and no matter how troublesome things are, he can't get his mentality.

On the contrary, he was a little worried about other things.

"Hey, isn't it because there was a kid from before who didn't understand the rules and messed around?"

The house carefully reminded: "You don't want to do anything. The boss has made repeated orders and is not allowed to return to the old business."

"Bah, **** it again."

Ueno became more and more annoyed, and almost smashed the beer glass, "Do you not know the current Tanba? Everyone has jobs and children, or they have good friends... I can't do so much work. I am anxious. I can’t make enough money, and I have to hurry up every day before I go home to sleep. Where can I have the time to run around and go around?

It's all a bunch of foreign mixed breeds, those who come from the border, and a bunch of garbage that can't be helped in the past... Most of them are people who live on welfare every day, or simply eat foreign workers.

Once I drank alcohol, I went around fighting and doing things. In the first two days, there were still a few robbers and murdered people. It was a lot of trouble. Hey, Yamashita, why don't you speak? Is it calm and calm on your side? "

Among the people here, the only one who didn't go to whitewashing was probably only under the mountain where he still works under the hut in the forest. As far as he arrived today, there was cement dust on the cuffs and trousers of the suit. It was impossible to go to the construction site to do volunteer work.

That cold and gloomy appearance has not changed much until now.

Hearing Ueno's question, he only said faintly: "There are not many people who dare to come to us to find faults, but there are more and more dealers selling forbidden drugs...There are also drug dealers."

"It is said that someone in the pharmaceutical factory seems to be making trouble?"

"Well, I heard that it seems that someone is going to do something, but he was dragged out by an interrupted leg before he even entered the door..."

"Hey, don't mention work, don't mention work."

Listening to the upset in the house, he waved his hand to interrupt their conversation, and picked up the glass: "Drink and drink, pity me, a retired old man, and you guys have to pour swill."

For a while, the ease of that matter was irrelevant, and everyone who provokes became annoyed.

"Hey, you guy looks down on someone, give me a big cup!"

"Is this the attitude of inviting people to drink?"

"Boss, bring the two together again!"

Regrettably, the rare gathering did not last all night as usual. Halfway through the meal, Yamashita answered a phone call and left in a hurry.

Someone among the remaining people suggested changing the place, meeting for the second time, and continuing to drink.

Only the house shook his head, pretending that he was getting older, and he didn't intend to mix up.

Just when he was leaving, he slowed down a step and called an old friend quietly.

"Hey, Ueno, are you having a lot of money lately?"

Ueno touched his forehead, froze for a long time, and quickly reacted: "You won't want to borrow money again, do you?"

"I've been watched tight recently, let me borrow a little!" The house reluctantly pleaded: "You will be paid for the next party. By the way, don't tell my wife!"

"Dog stuff, you said the same last time!"

Although a little helpless and reluctant, Ueno still took out his wallet. Before he could pay, he grabbed the wallet in the house and stuffed the banknotes into his pocket.

"Anyway, you are credit card holders. What do you want change for, I will help you solve it!"

The old man waved goodbye cheerfully, but after two steps, he heard Ueno's helpless voice: "Hey, the house, don't go to those places."

"Okay."

The house waved his hands without looking back, and didn't know if he heard it.

Ueno stood there, watching him go away, for a long time, helplessly scratching his head, turned and walked towards the parking lot.

It's just that when he opened his car door, he suddenly heard a roar from afar.

The earth shook suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, thick smoke, fire, and the sound of crying slowly rose, burning the night sky.

He was stunned for a moment, rushed to the place where the fire came from, and through the alleys, he saw the car basket on the street that was burning black in the fire, as well as the devastation of the shops on both sides.

"Hey! Hey! What's going on!"

He pulled up a sluggish passerby and roared: "What the hell?!"

"...I, I don't know." The terrified hybrid almost collapsed on the ground, pointing to the burning car: "Walk and walk well, the car suddenly exploded, I really I don’t know, I don’t know anything."

The sound of crying awakened the dull Ueno.

He looked back at the messy street, rushed up, recognizing those faces one by one, and shouting the name of the house. But no one responded.

Only the cry of the child sounded from the smoke.

Just under the gray-haired man...

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When Huai Shi received the news and came to the hospital, it was already an hour later.

In the corridor, the irritable men who gathered together heard the approaching footsteps, and when they turned their heads to see the indifferent face, they straightened their bodies involuntarily, stood still and bowed.

The voice of greetings is endless.

Huai Shi looked down and glanced at the cigarettes in their hands: "Pinch all the cigarettes to me. This is the hospital. Don't be embarrassed in the corridor!"

"Yes!" Ueno nodded frantically. Without waiting for the others to speak, one by one snatched all the cigarettes in their hands and smashed them, threw them out of the window, and smirked at Huai Shi.

"..."

Huai Shi shook his head and looked at the wife and daughter in the house.

The woman bowed respectfully and saluted: "Mr. Huai Shi."

"You don't have to be polite, Mrs. Room." Huai Shi shook his head, "What about others?"

The woman shook her head and looked at the ward behind her: "I just came out and haven't woken up yet."

"What did the doctors say?"

"I still need to observe, but with good luck, I will save my life." The woman turned her head and glanced at her sleeping husband in the ward, her eyes were a little red: "If the delivery time is a little bit later, I'm afraid..."

"Just fine."

Huai Shi sighed and glanced at the embarrassed look in the house. After confirming that there was no problem with life, the originally slightly gloomy expression gradually calmed down.

Finally, I can only sigh helplessly.

"I've said it many times, so I'm so old, don't hit the small steel ball..."

No one responded, and the old man's hippy smile begging for mercy seemed to be close in front of him.

Huai Shi opened her mouth to say something, but for a long time she didn't say anything.

Turned and left.

When he stood at the entrance of the hospital, he saw the American homeless man squatting next to the fire hydrant.

"not us!"

Lawrence raised his hands, showing his innocence: "Now Liu Dongli is responsible for the part of the present situation. Without his permission, no one would dare to mess around."

"Who is that?" Huai Shi asked rhetorically.

"Uh..." Lawrence looked helplessly: "This is also... we can't always ask us to take the blame if something happens?"

"if not?"

Huai Shi knocked on the cigarette case coldly, and the lighter turned between her fingers: "Three people died, eight were injured, and one street was hit by this disaster. There was a child who lost his mother, and my subordinates Still lying in the hospital and being rescued...

Then, you came to tell me that we did not do it!

Lawrence, if it's not you, it must be someone else. If you don't know, I can call Liu Dongli. In short, I want a name. "

He raised his eyes, looked at the man in front of him, and told him seriously:

"A name."

Being watched by those dark eyes, Lawrence started to feel cold in his neck. After being taken aback, he sighed helplessly: "Give me some time, three hours."

"Half an hour."

Huai Shi said, "You can move faster, I'll wait for you."

Before the words fell, Lawrence disappeared in place ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Twenty minutes later, the homeless man returned, and a **** fellow left him in front of him.

As if unable to feel the pain caused by the broken limbs, the guy was still smiling madly, his eyes blurred, and he was immersed in some dream.

"What's this?"

Huai Shi turned the people on the ground with her feet, and asked knowingly: "Canaan's specialty?"

Lawrence sighed: "This is the guy who put the bomb in the car, a crazy neuropathy... he didn't run far at all and was still giving his own injections on the spot.

My mind was broken, so I didn't ask anything. "

"So?" Huai Shi glanced at his watch: "You have nine minutes left. You can sell it for a while. I have this patience."

Lawrence rolled his eyes, raised his hands and surrendered without further delay.

"Spiritual Assembly."