District 9

On the streets of Songjiang City, Lao Li was still driving. Qin Yu, who had just finished making phone calls to various relationships, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, remaining slightly silent.

After a while, Lao Li suddenly asked: "Do you think what I did is too awesome?"

"Uncle Li, I don't mean anything else, I'm just thinking..." Qin Yu paused, turned to look at Old Li and asked, "What is the difference between us and the other side?"

Lao Li slowly stopped the car and picked up the cigarette case without replying.

"Whether it's Pei Deyong, the Bai family, mistress, fighting against Dragon City, or siding with the military and political factions, I feel that I'm right." Qin Yu turned to look out the window and said, "I also feel that although I have someone to go to, desire, but fundamentally speaking, we are different from these people. We have a final bottom line in our hearts. There are standards and red lines that everyone understands tacitly. No one will touch them, and this is what we can do. The reason for getting up.”

Lao Li took a puff of cigarette and still didn't reply.

"Did we kill Wu Wenqun and the other three?" Qin Yu asked with a trembling voice.

"Yes." Lao Li didn't say anything. Xiao Ming just admitted the excuse he told him.

"Next step, we have to use the people, right?" Qin Yu asked again.

"Yes." Lao Li nodded.

"Uncle, I didn't say that you did something wrong, because we are on the same line, and what you did was what I, Qin Yu, did." Qin Yu held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted his eyes and said, "But this matter, I think Some touch that line.”

Lao Li turned to stare at Qin Yu and suddenly asked: "Xiao Yu, I have been the chief councilor of Xinyuan District for more than two years. I attract investment, build low-cost houses for the people, and use joint voting to force the municipal government to Additional funding for road construction. Last year, I flew back and forth to the three major districts no less than 20 times in three months, talking about private enterprises, basic livelihood enterprises, demarcation of land, and building factories. It took the district council to pass it in one year. I have won ten major projects...I am not taking credit from anyone, I just want to ask you that I have revitalized this New Yuan District, brought benefits to 1.5 million new people, and seen good hope, but I I let three of my own people die today, and I will still take advantage of the people tomorrow or in the future. So, do you think I am a good person or a bad person?"

Qin Yu was confused by the question and didn't know how to reply to him for a while.

"The more than two years I spent at home actually changed me a lot, but I didn't realize it. Maybe my previous experience told me subconsciously that the ideal way of doing things didn't seem to be suitable for this era. ." Old Li said calmly: "During the Battle of Dragon City, many ordinary people were affected. Some people applauded, and some were scolding. Even if your and my ancestral graves were there, they might be dug up. But after the conflict, , the comprehensive monopoly of the Wang family's Dafang was broken, and the Sanfang and them ruled across the river. Prices dropped and resources began to flow out, allowing fresh blood to slowly rush here, integrate here, and fill the population base that was absorbed into Songjiang. It also made the scorched earth that had been bombarded by artillery shells inexplicably become more alive... Then let me ask you again, was this battle fought wrongly, or was it fought rightly?"

Qin Yu still couldn't answer.

"Xiao Yu, I asked the person who worked for me the question you just asked me before I got this information. He didn't give me an accurate answer." Lao Li said as if he was having a heart-to-heart conversation with a friend. Said: "But I figured it out on my way back. We are already in an era full of contradictions and controversies. What is right or wrong about something may change in a few minutes. We can't do it well. It has to be praised by people, and it cannot be completely bad. It is enough to do it in ten words - how can you not be as good as everyone wants, but only to be clear in your heart."

"Three people died, do you feel guilty?" Qin Yu asked.

"It is fate that the people in the game live in the middle grave." Old Li said calmly and indifferently: "It takes three people to protect the Tiancheng Group, the Wang family who are fighting for our lives, and six or seven major companies, tens of thousands of people. Job, I think that’s fine.”

"What about using the people?" Qin Yu asked with eyes shining.

"If the current situation in District Nine is stable, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, and have no worries about food and drink, then can you, a little Qin Yu, make such a big storm?" Lao Li said sharply: "Don't think of yourself too smart, always think that you are The person who controls the overall situation must bear responsibilities and shackles on both shoulders. You are not that great. When you use the people to achieve certain demands, they are actually using you to make a statement. If the sky falls in the future, be the first to fall. It was Tiancheng who fell, not the ordinary people who took to the streets.”

Lao Li was the person who had a profound influence on Qin Yu, no matter in the past, now or in the future.

After two years of dormancy at home, he once again entered the public eye, and his work style has undergone earth-shaking changes. The slightly idealistic things in his heart have been completely hidden, replaced by various controversial decisions and experiences.

After receiving Lao Li's answer, Qin Yu stopped nagging. Instead, he opened up a lot and felt a lot more enlightened inexplicably.

…

That night.

The bodies of Wu Wenqun and the other three were secretly taken away from the anti-terrorist brigade. The police station also believed that Miller and the others accidentally killed these three people, so they wanted to be cremated quickly. But I didn’t expect that early the next morning, as soon as the crematorium opened for business, the social network platform of the online broadcast station exploded.

Seven or eight groups of videos ranging from one minute to five minutes were suddenly disclosed. Countless personal self-media accounts that could not track the specific information of the individual were frantically reposting these videos as if they had agreed.

In the courtyard of the anti-terrorism brigade headquarters, after Miller was woken up, he immediately sat next to the computer and asked: "Where is it?"

"This is the post, please take a look." The police officer next to him reminded me.

Miller opened the video and clicked play.

In the video, Miller rolled up his sleeves and was trampling, beating, and torturing several captured suspects like a mad dog. Among this group of people, some had nails driven into their limbs and joints, some were hung up with their feet unable to touch the ground, and some were completely beaten and shocked, lying on the ground motionless...

Among the seven or eight sets of video images, four were of Miller himself, and all of them were of him cursing, beating, and tortured to extract confessions.

Miller was stunned and completely stunned while watching the video.

The video image is not the sharpest knife, what really kills is the post title.

"A white European police officer brutally murdered three ordinary residents of Songjiang"

"How much law enforcement authority do white police officers have?" Ignoring regular interrogation procedures, footage of three deaths was exposed"

"The suspect has been executed before the court pronounced the verdict?" Who empowers arrogant white police officers? 》

"...!"

A bunch of posts and videos with extremely targeted titles are being reposted like crazy.

Half an hour later.

The military media and private media in the Eighth District began to reprint the news, and Miller's resume from childhood to adulthood was instantly stripped bare.

In less than ten years, Miller, who did not graduate from any police academy, went from being a senior executive of a group in the European Union to becoming a police officer in District 9. His promotion was so fast and his career paths so broad, it was rare.

At the same time, Chen Jun from District Seven directly reposted the comment on his company's social platform: "Everyone is innocent until the court pronounces a verdict. If you kill someone, you should pay with your life, no matter who you are!"

As soon as Chen Jun forwarded it, the social accounts of various well-known companies in the seventh district, as well as military media and local media, all expressed their criticism. For a while, the Fengbei General Administration couldn't suppress it even if they wanted to.

…

Fengbei.

A big guy from the academy looked at the video, crossed his legs and said: "This Miller is really an old mole. Can this fucking video be filmed in the interrogation room?! Haha, notify the parade and increase the intensity. , just use this point to retaliate against him to death, the bigger the news, the better."

Songjiang.

Lao Li looked at Qin Yu expressionlessly and said: "Extorting confessions through torture can lead to death, but it's just in the beginning that Miller's skin color and background are the final trick. As soon as the news came out today, no matter what confession he had obtained before, it was It was obtained through torture and confession, but the court is under pressure and dare not admit it, and the people will not admit it. Now you let the main force prepare for war, and we add fire to the furnace of Songjiang."