Die For Life

Downstairs at the cape gate, the patrol guard Lanz was next to the gate, looking at the dimming sky, and estimating how long he would have to wait to change shifts.

From the name, Lanz has something to do with the Lan family of the five major chambers of commerce. In fact, it is true. His uncle is the servant of Lan's elder. The elder Lan likes to smoke waterpipes. After he was old, he stayed in bed all day long. His uncle waited for the elder Lan to serve well. When the elder Lan was confused, he asked him to agree to give his family a surname. From then on, Lanz changed his surname. Lan it.

In Xuanzhu County, the surname can’t be taken casually, or it’s okay if you take the ordinary surname, but if you find that your muddy leg dares to follow the surname of the Chamber of Commerce, people will think that you are in a relationship, and you will even be caught. Call the door to swear, "You are worthy of the surname/Jing/Lan", after all, the surname can clearly reflect personal family power in this era.

You say you listen to your last name, go to the street to buy a biscuits, jump in the line, and explain that if you don't give money, the shopkeeper is even willing to add an egg to you, and the person you jumped in can only dare not say anything.

It's so overbearing.

However, this is only limited to the small surnames that have not yet opened up, such as Luo and Quan, the two Dongyang surnames, they are not so particular. Of course, even if your surname is Luo and Quan, you can't let people look upon you.

After Lantz changed his surname, he could use this identity to join the Lanjia Chamber of Commerce and be a buddy, but their surname was not right after all, and they would not get much preferential treatment in the Lanjia Chamber of Commerce, so he thought about it and finally decided to visit. Xing Wei.

The patrol guard made a brief investigation and found that he was really related to the Lan family, so he let him in. Although it is said that the patrol guard belongs to the county government, it is reasonable to say that the blood can not penetrate, but in fact there are many difficulties in operation.

For example, in the case of the Silver and Blood Society, the county guard cannot stand on the head of the Silver and Blood Society as a prestige, otherwise there will be more cases of missing patrol guards.

Ordinary people make trouble, the patrol guard passes, and the ordinary people are gone.

The silver-blood made trouble, the patrol guard passed, and the patrol guard was gone.

Therefore, there is at least one team in the patrol guard, which is composed entirely of silver-blooded children, and is dedicated to solving the case of the silver-blooded society.

But after all, the patrol guard is not comfortable with his family, and the clansmen will look down upon the county government, so ‘giving a face team’ is often unavailable. But for low-level people like Lantz, this is a rare beauty.

Every day, it’s okay to be late. Don’t go too far. When patrolling, you can take whatever you want to eat. When you see a good-looking girl, you can touch it; when you turn over at night, you can go to the gang’s casino to play both hands. They don’t dare. The Keng Xing Xing Guard, or any of his colleagues suddenly made a fortune, and asked them to play in Jinpanlu.

Fairy days, but this is also the case.

Lantz's wish was to see the legendary Xiangxuehai when he was rich, and he was also satisfied.

Lanz sighed as he recalled the tragic years of the past. At this time, a car drove into the cape gate, Lantz just wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but the car rushed in with a hum, and he was almost knocked over.

"Bah, it's great to have a car." Lantz murmured and kicked the box next to him hard.

The yawning colleague next to him glanced at him: "Don't kick, this is the goods of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Which Chamber of Commerce?"

"I don't know, it is the Chamber of Commerce anyway. I saw that the captain received a lot of money."

Lanz snorted, his face full of envy and hatred.

This time is different from the past. Since that **** of the Jing family became the president of the Silver Blood Society, the nightmare of the patrol guard has come.

First, when the navy settled in Xuanzhu County, the patrol guards did not dare to wander around, for fear of causing the group of doglegs in the field; then Jing Zhengwei asked the county guard to limit the scope of the patrol guard's functions, and the patrol guard suddenly changed from the previous one. Rampage Wuji became the current goalkeeper, only allowed to patrol the inner city, not to manage the affairs of the outer city.

You must know that in the inner city, all the patrol guards are grandsons of tortoises, and anyone is eligible to use the patrol guard as his own animal!

Therefore, guarding the cape gate has become a sweet potato, and the mud-legged patrol guards will be required to patrol the inner city. The issue of public security is naturally that there is no need to control the guards, and powerful people will have bodyguards guarding them when they go out.

The main job of the patrol guard is to wash the ground.

But in this way, the pocket money for patrol guards is much less. The level like the captain and the director is fine, but the ordinary patrol guards usually rely on their own and every household to knock on the door. Now that there are no side activities that come with money, everyone is becoming poor.

"Hey, I really want to go to Xiangxuehai."

"Go, you can go there to eat Bawang's meal, and then you will be sold to Hongyuhai the next day. Brother, I will definitely go to Hongyuhai to take care of your business."

"Fuck you."

Lantz scolded, and suddenly he caught sight of a group of people rushing towards the cape gate, and impatiently placed the stick in front of them: "Go and go, do you still want to go forward? Inside is the place where the master is, you mud legs. What do you want to rush in? You have to lick it clean if it gets dirty."

"That person killed someone!"

"Did a car go in just now?"

"He killed two children and ran away! Stop him!"

Lantz dug his ears, took out the earwax, glanced at it, and flicked away.

"Close me--"

"What a shit!"

Lanz raised the stick and waved it fiercely, aiming it at the head of the stout man standing in the front. It was a stick that made him scream and screamed to the ground.

"I'm telling you, don't cause me trouble." Lantz pointed at them with the stick sideways: "Take advantage of my temper before I lose my temper, get out, hurry up, or I won't be so polite in the future."

Lantz understands these mud legs well, and he only needs to beat the person who shouts loudest, and say a few more cruel words, and the others will naturally disappear.

But this time is different.

Instead of leaving, those people gathered more and more. They lifted up the beaten man and looked at Lanz and other patrol guards in silence. Their eyes were like needles piercing Lanz, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Look, see, see, don't you want to leave, right? Okay, I like watching so much, I will make you look good..." Lanz cursed and walked over, but was held back by his colleagues next to him.

"Don't go crazy." The colleague pressed his shoulder: "It's not right."

It's not right.

There are more and more people blocking Haijiaomen Avenue. Some of them are idlers, some are workers who have heard the news, and more are ordinary residents nearby. The workers talked loudly about the car owner's evil deeds, hundreds of thousands of mouths talked about cursing at the same time, and the whispering voices turned into waves of waves, wave after wave against this barrier that symbolized the black candle class.

The other patrol guards soon knew something was wrong, and hurried over to block the cape gate together. Lantz quickly asked, "Where is the captain?"

"I will go to Xiangxuehai in the afternoon!"

"Gan! What about this?"

"Anyway, don't let them pass!"

Just when both parties didn’t know what to do, a middle-aged man walked out, and Lantz suddenly shouted like he found a straw: "Lao Hai, you're making a ghost again, right? I knew it was you!"

Just as the workers are familiar with Uncle Hai, Lantz and other patrol guards are no strangers to him. Sometimes the workers’ shop offended the guards, and most of them were apologized by Uncle Hai. Lanz alone had eaten with Uncle Hai many times.

Lantz's impression of Uncle Hai is like a soft persimmon who is very good at bullying. Now that the atmosphere is so tense, Lantz is of course overjoyed when he encounters such a soft persimmon.

However, unlike the cowardly smiling face in Lanz's memory, Uncle Hai's expression is now very cold and calm: "Lanz, let the patrol guard get out of the way, we have to go to President Jing."

"Huh? Do you know what **** you're talking about—"

Snapped!

A small pebble flew over from behind Uncle Hai and hit Lanz's forehead with precision, smashing his head out of blood.

Lantz retreated with a scream, and the other patrol guards hurriedly supported him, his face suddenly changed, and shouted: "What do you want to do? Rebellion?"

"Do you dare to attack the patrol guard?"

"Presumptuous! Do you know what you are doing!?"

Uncle Hai said calmly: "Of course we know what we are going to do."

"We want a fair, a reasonable fair."

"There is a silver-blooded nobleman who killed two children and fled into the inner city. Therefore, we have to go in and find President Jing to preside over justice and let him kill and pay for his life."

"Just now it was just a stone, and behind me, there were thousands, tens of thousands."

"The patrol guard, get out of the way."

The sky began to dim, and the sun lamps that had absorbed the light source all day began to emit light.

In the illuminated street, there are tens of thousands of civilians in coarse cloth. Some of them are workers, some are ghost vendors, and some are even gangsters.

They just heard about the murder of the silver-blooded nobles, and then came here with the crowd.

At first, they all had the mentality of watching the show and watching the excitement, but now they are very quiet.

They all want to see.

The Silver Blood Society, will it retreat?

"impossible!"

Lantz held down the wound on his forehead, stood up with the help of his colleagues, and cursed grimly: "You guys with mud legs, none of them are allowed to enter the inner city! No one! No! No!"

Uncle Hai's face was gloomy: "Get out, Lantz, you can't stop us."

"Can't stop? Okay, then I have to try. You, you guys go to the barn to get the guns, quickly get the guns out! I'll stand here and see if you dare to rush in!" Lanz used The stick pointed at Uncle Hai, with blue veins bursting on his face: "Whoever dares to come over, give him a blow! We have plenty of bullets!"

The other patrol guards looked at each other, but Lantz drew a stick at them: "Go get the guns! What are you afraid of? Are we patrol guards afraid of these untouchables, these mud-legs that don't even have shoes? Quick, quick! "

Lantz is definitely not a person to talk about here. Everyone usually thinks of him as an old fried dough stick who loves to take advantage of him. It is the first time that many people have seen him so crazy. Other patrol guards were shocked by his aura. , Subconsciously obeyed the order to get guns.

Uncle Hai frowned and took a step forward: "Landz, are you trying to die?"

"You are looking for death!" Lantz immediately pointed at Uncle Hai: "A group of garbage wants to turn over and become the master? Do you dare to be fair?"

"I'm telling you, don't say that the silver-blooded nobles killed your two children, even if you killed ten, a hundred, or a thousand, you all have to hold back!"

"I really thought that when the Linhai Navy came, you could go to heaven? You are so beautiful, but the Linhai Navy is gone, gone!"

"Wait, you will be sent back to the factory and the shop tomorrow at the Silver Blood Conference. How much money you have taken these days, you will have to vomit it all out!"

"Mud legs will always be mud legs, and silver blood will always be silver blood!"

Hearing the panic behind, Uncle Hai felt bad. This rhythm must not let Lanz continue to lead. He immediately shouted with aiki tactics: "Don’t listen to his nonsense, President Jing will do whatever it takes. Let everyone live a good life, never—"

"Chairman Jing is right, he will let everyone live a good life at all costs, because you are the price!"

At this time, a patrol guard came down with a gun, and Lanz quickly loaded the bullet and loaded it with a cruel face: "You are done, it is done! You dare to make the silver and blood society, I tell you, I am the one standing here. Remember all of you, none of you can escape!"

With Lantz, the taunting entourage who must attack first, Uncle Hai said nothing can compare to his provocation.

"Lanci!" Uncle Hai looked at him with murderous intent: "You are just a little patrol guard, does the Yinxue Society care about you? I tell you, even if we kill you, the Yinxue Society can't take us. How about it!"

"Fart!" Lantz aimed at Uncle Hai with a gun, and said in a crazy tone: "I am the patrol guard! The patrol guard of the Silver Blood Society! I'm dead, all of you have to be buried with me! All! The Silver Blood Society will never Let go of the rebels, you all have to die!"

Lantz himself didn't realize that although he complained about President Jing, was jealous of other silver-blooded nobles, and was usually despised by the silver-blooded nobles, he was actually the person who cared about the silver-blooded society most.

The low-level people can't reach the threshold of the Silver and Blood Society for a lifetime, and have no affection for the Silver and Blood Society; the upper class have long known that the Silver and Blood Society is the same thing, and they only have the idea of ​​using the Silver and Blood Society; only the fees of Lantz The middle class who has finally reached the threshold of the Silver and Blood Society with all their efforts, but can't join it, but can divide the boundaries with the bottom people, is the most loyal radical to the Silver and Blood Society.

For them, the Yinxuehui is their dream of struggling for a lifetime, the future they can work hard to climb, and the existence that they have dreamed of for generations.

Even if they are being exploited by the Silver Blood Society, even if they are doing dirty work that the silver blood nobles despise, even if they resent the silver blood nobles, they still can't bear that the silver blood will be contaminated by the bottom people.

Even if this is a wrong, ugly dream.

It is also their dream.

"Lanz!" Uncle Hai's face was fierce, and he rushed towards Lanz directly.

He didn't intend to clashed with the patrol guard at first, but Lantz was too stubborn. If this continues, he might not wait for Jing Zhengwei to come and cause bloodshed.

As long as Lanz is subdued first, the other patrol guards will use the donkey to get out of the way!

"How dare you rush over!"

Lantz aimed at Uncle Hai's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

However, the moment Lantz pulled the trigger, Uncle Hai was already avoiding it.

The martial artist's intuition of mental power is enough to make them subconsciously avoid any shooting action that requires aiming.

However, besides Lantz, his fellow patrol guards are also shooting at Uncle Hai!

The problem is not big, Uncle Hai can still easily change his body to avoid.

boom! boom! boom!

Three bangs?

When Uncle Hai turned his head to see the gunsman hiding on the edge of the crowd behind, a bullet penetrated his temple, bringing out a splash of boiling blood.

Also took away his dreams.

That beautiful, correct dream.

When Uncle Hai's body crashed to the ground, Haijiaomen suddenly fell silent.

Until a scream, the prelude to the night:

"Hai——Uncle——!"

Lantz showed joy and laughed: "Hahaha, this is what goes against Yinxuehui——"

Snapped!

Suddenly there was a strong feeling of pushing back from behind. Lantz looked sideways and found that his colleague was kicking his waist calmly.

"you--"

Lantz didn't have time to say anything, so he fell forward to the ground. As soon as he wanted to stand up, his head was trampled on by a muddy foot.

"Who--" He just wanted to curse, but found that Uncle Hai was right in front of him.

The vicissitudes, anger, and sadness of Uncle Hai's face were reflected in Lantz's pupils, making him a little lost.

"Vengeance for Uncle Hai!"

"Kill this dog!"

"The patrol guard's guns, blasts, and shoot the mob who attacked the patrol guard!"

"Suppress the riots!"

For a time, blast noises, screams, shouts, and shouts gathered together. Some people bravely move forward~www.wuxiaspot.com~ some people fall back weakly, and others don't know what to do with a blank expression.

Until a simple and clear slogan resounded through the night sky, it instantly attracted everyone's attention:

"The Burning Silver and Blood Club!"

A rough man stood on a nearby stone and shouted loudly: "We killed the patrol guard, will Silver Blood let us go!"

"Lin Haijun has gone, and the Silver Blood Society will come back to take care of the factory again!"

"But as long as we burn the inner city, the prefectural mansion, and the Silver Blood Society, no one can stand on our heads again!"

"Heyang Army is gone, the Silver Blood Society is a paper tiger, let's not be afraid!"

"Fire! Burn! Silver! Blood! Yes!"

For a time, everyone's heart was surging, recalling the darkness of the Ting Family, the tyranny of the Jing Family, the bullying of the chambers of commerce, and endless bold ideas sprouted in their hearts. A patrol guard had no good eyes and aimed at the rough man: "Don't listen to the instigation of that backlighter, as long as you--"

Suddenly, dozens of men ran from the other side of the street, all of them holding burning sticks in their hands. The sticks were wrapped in newspapers for lighting. They rushed towards the cape gate like a fire dragon, singing in unison:

"There has never been a savior!"

"Don't rely on the emperor of the immortal!"

"To create the happiness of mankind——"

Walking in the forefront, Qi Bajiu was crying and full of tears and anger, struggling to throw out the torch in his hand.

Dozens of torches whirled in the air and fell into the second-story blockhouse of the Cape Gate, illuminating the inner passage of the Cape Gate, and igniting the flags hanging outside the Cape Gate.

Qi Bajiu screamed heartbreakingly, as if his soul was about to vomit: "It's all on our own!"

The torch ignited the cargo in the aisle, and with a bang, the cape door burst!